<?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-9921872</id><updated>2011-04-22T02:45:27.822+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Leave me alone</title><subtitle type='html'>I believe God didn't give me a very good life now, because He is giving me................ 10 years from now.

1)Nissan Skyline GT-R Vspec II
2)Honda Blackbird 1100cc
3)Bungalow along Bukit Timah 5th Ave worth S$10 million
4)Play golf everyday while my pockets fill itself

45 years old onwards,
5)Rolls Royce with a chauffeur.
6)(read point 4)

('o',)</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-skyline-x.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9921872/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-skyline-x.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>mY faThEr's sOn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12711408092361103929</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>75</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9921872.post-115979941434768032</id><published>2006-10-02T22:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-02T22:30:14.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'>zouk</title><content type='html'>ok now is actually the time to do up my report, due on wednesday. but damn, dont i feel lazy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just wanted to pass some time, take my mind off things, (actually i dun feel like doing anything anymore for tonight hahahahaha) and yeah, just relax my ass out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to hard rock cafe to celebrate my meimei's birthday! happy 20th birthday XiuSi! and the dumb thing was, we both arrived at the restaurant, feel pretty hungry. and guess what, the whole dinner, we only order ONE starter, and ONE salad and we both were full! hahahaha and mind, im not a small eater man. lol. the portion is that huge loh, catering to the angmoh's appetite. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sipping a lychee martini and talked the night away! i only see her once every half a year. so sad can? ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;something to look forward to!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my birddays is comings!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anybody wanna celebrate with me? (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9921872-115979941434768032?l=x-skyline-x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9921872/posts/default/115979941434768032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9921872/posts/default/115979941434768032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-skyline-x.blogspot.com/2006/10/zouk.html' title='zouk'/><author><name>mY faThEr's sOn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12711408092361103929</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9921872.post-115625311361355506</id><published>2006-08-22T21:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-22T21:25:13.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'>update update.</title><content type='html'>Sooooooo many things have happened since I last updated in here. Its kind of fun when these things go in here, coz most of the time I dunno how to tell others, dunno how to put them in words, or plainly dunno how to express myself. Write it here and its all done. Targeted at no one in particular, talking to no one, yet everyone who reads this shit noes what im trying to say. New medium for releasing, hahaha, at least not Children of Bodom though I must agree that CoB is a really good way of releasing too. Wahahahaha u dunno what the hell im trying to say don’t u? that’s what makes it so much fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First and foremost, im very proud to say that ive gotten rid of my dumbass Aprilia! Goodbye and I wont miss u. stupid bike that made a whole mess of my life. Hope your new owner showers lots of love… I mean money on u. I must say again, I wont miss u!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so everything goes back to normal right? Except me being very broke. Really very broke. Cheese~ slowly work, slowly save money, and I still have stuff to clear. have a lot of plans currently though it is just plain not feasible to carry them out now. Slowly lah dey, one step at a time. Patience is the essence. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the reason why im here to blog out of the blue today is *drum rolls* …..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just finished my exams wahahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another month of freedom I guess, no worrying about academic stuff. then its down to 2 last module and I wanna say shit u Singapore polytechnic I just don’t love u no more! Kekekeke. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then its down to army. Where its not for fame, or fortune, then for f***? Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT!!!! BUT!!! I don’t have to roll in the mud, yes I will have a good life through my stint. My major heart op and my eczema is enough to keep me out of any shit which I dun think I wanna go through. Who noes, I might even get my way if I say wearing the army uniform gives me rashes. So I serve my army wearing polo-t and pants for 2 years? Sounds good. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then again, as good as it gets, I only get to sleep like 4 or 5 hours for every 2 days. 2 days’s worth of sleep should be worth like 16 hours, im getting one-third. This skin condition is too much to bear, even though I have prescribed anti-itch pills and sleeping pills, the itch gets so intense that I wont get to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like ytd, finished studying and went to bed at 2am. Rolled about in bed, itchy, cant get to sleep, struggling all the way until 7am until I give up and I went to shower and head for the exam straight without any sleep. Sounds good. Good my ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor me, please guys, I pray to Dear Lord. May all of you need not endure the pain of eczema.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take care guys!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9921872-115625311361355506?l=x-skyline-x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9921872/posts/default/115625311361355506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9921872/posts/default/115625311361355506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-skyline-x.blogspot.com/2006/08/update-update.html' title='update update.'/><author><name>mY faThEr's sOn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12711408092361103929</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9921872.post-115427495999956698</id><published>2006-07-30T23:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-31T00:01:02.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'>its finally over.</title><content type='html'>its finally over. its really finally over!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this had been such a nightmare. such a horrible nightmare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the huge weight had finally been lifted off my shoulders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;makes me think twice about committing myself in future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have to thank a very special someone, who never gave up on me, who gave me support all these while, who never was turned off by me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;exams next. finish the dumb thing and im soon on my way to graduation!&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/9921872-115427495999956698?l=x-skyline-x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9921872/posts/default/115427495999956698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9921872/posts/default/115427495999956698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-skyline-x.blogspot.com/2006/07/its-finally-over.html' title='its finally over.'/><author><name>mY faThEr's sOn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12711408092361103929</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9921872.post-115198627957228316</id><published>2006-07-04T12:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-04T12:11:19.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fiak.</title><content type='html'>everything is just turning upside down in 12.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tired tired tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe i should just disappear? maybe?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9921872-115198627957228316?l=x-skyline-x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9921872/posts/default/115198627957228316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9921872/posts/default/115198627957228316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-skyline-x.blogspot.com/2006/07/fiak.html' title='fiak.'/><author><name>mY faThEr's sOn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12711408092361103929</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9921872.post-113403431291583848</id><published>2005-12-08T16:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-08T23:48:30.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'>update</title><content type='html'>its been long since i wrote here, where had i been? been writing all the same, but on microsoft word. yes, endless reports weighing me down like anything. if u ever read harry potter from book 5 onwards, the amount of homework is like the size of Grawp. hehehehe u noe what im talking about, dont u? (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;-i dun wanna close my eyes, i dun wanna fall asleep coz i miss u, babe-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so finally, today is thursday, which means the report due on wednesday is passed up, the report due on friday, which is tmr, is completed. now im left with a silly journal to complete, and another tiny little part of a report due on monday, then ill have to start studying for tests which is happening for most of next week. once next week is over, it means 2 weeks of break, time for some relaxation! wooh! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;-i still miss you babe... and i dun wanna miss a thang-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yup, as i said, today is thursday, and i say it must have been long since i had the time to be sitting in this chair typing leisure stuff while listening to good music, loud. yeah, im listening to good music, that's what those in italics are. bear with me yeah. hahahaha. im in a good mood. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-still i wonder if u noe, how it really feels, to be left outside alone, when its cold out here, well maybe u should noe! just how it feels, to be left outside alone, to be left outside alone. i tell u ALL MY LIFE ive been waiting for you to bring a fairytale my way, been living in a fantasy without meaning, its not okay, i dun feel safe! I need u, here!-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tongy's at a silly camp. yes i would say silly becoz there's only 10+ people attending the camp. lol yes they made it compulsory, so naturally, everyone is missing. people getting away with some fucking stupid reason like "oh im working" lol go to hell. seems like she didn't have a choice too. she's one of the organisers for the camp so it would look silly if u organised the camp and u didn't go for it? lol anyways, she still went, and the funny thing i heard from her is that since there is too little people for a campfire, they're going out to watch a movie at night. lol a movie during a camp. maybe i should raise it up to the Ministry of Defence that we ought to have movie breaks from time to time in NS, complete with popcorn and nachos, so that the soldiers get some enjoyment. lol that's abit far. its like getting a fighter jet to make a landing on a sampan. impossible. -_________-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-whyyyyy... should i careeeee? coz u weren't there, when i was scared, i was so alone!-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok that's tongy. lately i met up with xiusi, which is my dearest meimei. we share a really special relationship, just like brother and sister. she's just a magical figure to me. i wouldn't have imagined how i could cope when i was really really down. i dun seem to find any barrier when im talking to her. just comfortable and anything that i want to say. she's lately been harassed by a son of a bitch, but i wont go into that. i met her up on sunday after her work. this girl is working at Fullerton Hotel! u noe? lol. she's on attachment there, and she's never failing to remind me how handsome the General Manager is, making myself feel really lousy hahahahahaha. but yeah, i met her up at suntec, and SOMEBODY WAS LATE BY A WHOLE FREAKING HOUR!!!!!!!! somebody! i wont say who, somebody. no wait, did i say somebody? it wasn't me! wait, i shouldn't have said that. but yeah im not going to tell u who was late by an hour. i only noe it wasn't me. oh shucks, even a pig is not stupid twice, i really shouldn't have said that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;-im here without u baby, but ure still on my lonely mind! i think about u baby, and i dream about u all the time! im here without u baby, and ure still with me in my dreams! and tonight, its only u and meeeeee! everything i noe, and anywhere i go, it gets harder but it wont take away my love. when the last one falls, when its all said and done, it gets harder but it wont take away my love.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yeah, we went kenny rogers to eat. the food was okay, not fantastic but not bad. yeah, so we chatted slowly, got quite full so we went to walk walk. and i brought her to Xu Liu Shan! the hongkong dessert place beside Lido. its pretty expensive, but yeah, i really like the dessert there. mango pudding with fresh fruits, simply cant resist! hahaha. talking and laughing most of the time. but yeah, i havent seen her for quite a time. so im happy that i managed to catch up with her! my dearest meimei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;-i can hear your soul crying, listen to your spirit sighing...-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i also managed to catch up with my nice jiejie on friday. we went to eat dinner together and we shopped for books. i saw quite a few titles i would be interested, but sadly, spending money on books was never my thing. so yeah. she's as cute as ever, just that she started playing tarot cards lately and there's something about her that scares me, but nvm, i trust that she'll manage it well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mandi is coming to singapore early february, just wonderful. i swear i wont let this time fly by me like the last time. i only met her up like 2 times? i was so fricken busy and i shall admit that i took her presence in singapore for granted. it was stupid of me, yeah i noe. it wont happen again. (: spending quality time with quality friends is something that i will never get tired of. im waiting for early february!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;havent seen red bean for quite some time too. we've got a bowling date, a fishing date and a gaming date. and this sunday, we're going Creative. i dunno what he wants to buy, but i think im buying speakers and a graphics card. i dunno though. depends on my budget. hehehehe im going to be considerably richer (note the use of word: richER, means it isn't really very rich hahahahahaha) this weekend, but yeah, being the miser i am, i wont spend the money anyhow. lol i would be more contented with the money lying in the bank. (: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;come a rainy day, i will...............&lt;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;&lt;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;buy an umbrella. -___________________-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the weather's crazy. its so sunny by day, so bloody hot, that i swear that at night i will switch on the air-con, but then when it gets dark, it becomes cooler, so i decide to do without the air-con, and about 2 or 3am, i wake up swearing about the hot weather. hahahahahahahaha. im warning u, Mr Hot (full name Hot Weather), stop pissing me off. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's about it. take care folks! hope to catch u guys up too! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;-the final countdown, ohhhhh, hoooo hoooo, its the final countdown!-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9921872-113403431291583848?l=x-skyline-x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9921872/posts/default/113403431291583848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9921872/posts/default/113403431291583848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-skyline-x.blogspot.com/2005/12/update.html' title='update'/><author><name>mY faThEr's sOn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12711408092361103929</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9921872.post-113395912495850651</id><published>2005-12-07T20:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-07T20:38:44.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'>!#^$@</title><content type='html'>endless reports...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;$^@&amp;%$^%$*#%$^$@&amp;%#@^$#&amp;2$^@$*$@^%&amp;*~@%#^^$#@&amp;%$#*@$#%!@#^!#&amp;!%$%$#&amp;^%$&amp;*^%*$^$#@^%!&lt;br /&gt;^%$W&amp;$#@&amp;%*@$*^%@^$^@%*^%$$#%@#!%$#@&amp;*#%&amp;$#@^%$*)%^%#@!&amp;%$#%#@&amp;!#$^%$%&amp;$%(&amp;&amp;%$%@#%$!@^$&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no time for myself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;morning go school. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;afternoon/evening time come back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;evening/night time rush and rush report.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;night/midnight time go shower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;midnight go sleep.&lt;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;repeat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9921872-113395912495850651?l=x-skyline-x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9921872/posts/default/113395912495850651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9921872/posts/default/113395912495850651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-skyline-x.blogspot.com/2005/12/blog-post.html' title='!#^$@'/><author><name>mY faThEr's sOn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12711408092361103929</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9921872.post-113344702665096514</id><published>2005-12-01T22:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-01T22:23:46.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'>chalet.</title><content type='html'>couldn't bear to leave.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9921872-113344702665096514?l=x-skyline-x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9921872/posts/default/113344702665096514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9921872/posts/default/113344702665096514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-skyline-x.blogspot.com/2005/12/chalet.html' title='chalet.'/><author><name>mY faThEr's sOn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12711408092361103929</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9921872.post-113205159141314117</id><published>2005-11-15T18:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-15T18:46:31.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i need a bike.</title><content type='html'>i need a bike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im sick of having hour long bus trips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im sick of sitting on the bus with laoahpeks and little kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dun like to rot on the bus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes its not that i dun wanna send u home. its that i think of the time taken if i were to send u home, i reach home also 8pm already. it gets really tiring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want a bike, where i can send u home in 15 mins, and reach home in another 15 mins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i dun wanna take hour long bus trips to orchard to meet cheepo for a simple meal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dun wanna take hour long bus trips back home from toa payoh after gaming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dun wanna take hour long bus trips to school. everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need a bike. but not a small bike please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May 2006, please come quickly.&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/9921872-113205159141314117?l=x-skyline-x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9921872/posts/default/113205159141314117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9921872/posts/default/113205159141314117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-skyline-x.blogspot.com/2005/11/i-need-bike.html' title='i need a bike.'/><author><name>mY faThEr's sOn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12711408092361103929</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9921872.post-113189040339191883</id><published>2005-11-13T21:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-14T17:34:02.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy birthday to amanda.</title><content type='html'>happy burstday to you,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy burstday to you,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy BURSTDAY to Mandi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy burstday to you!&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/9921872-113189040339191883?l=x-skyline-x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9921872/posts/default/113189040339191883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9921872/posts/default/113189040339191883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-skyline-x.blogspot.com/2005/11/happy-birthday-to-amanda.html' title='happy birthday to amanda.'/><author><name>mY faThEr's sOn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12711408092361103929</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9921872.post-113169974800857518</id><published>2005-11-11T17:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-11T17:02:28.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'>burstday.</title><content type='html'>happy burstday to you,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy burstday to you,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy BURSTDAY to TONGY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy burstday to you!&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/9921872-113169974800857518?l=x-skyline-x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9921872/posts/default/113169974800857518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9921872/posts/default/113169974800857518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-skyline-x.blogspot.com/2005/11/burstday.html' title='burstday.'/><author><name>mY faThEr's sOn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12711408092361103929</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9921872.post-113126628845818088</id><published>2005-11-06T16:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-06T16:38:08.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sigh.</title><content type='html'>in this life, every single one of us are learning. whether is it to be a better person, or knowledge, or just simply to live one's life. everybody is learning. there is nobody who can say that he/she have learnt and seen and heard every single thing on this world!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what im trying to say is, im not behaving like a old wise man who is all-knowing and trying to preach to u the ways of the world. but there are of course the ways of our lives that impacts us. while we are living our lives, it is of course important not to live alone. our actions affect the people around us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to my dear tongy, we'll learn together. my temper is not that good either, can we learn together to control our tempers? we still have a long way to go. and i want us to be happy. alright?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-dun get the perfect other to be your partner, find perfection in your partner.- remember?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9921872-113126628845818088?l=x-skyline-x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9921872/posts/default/113126628845818088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9921872/posts/default/113126628845818088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-skyline-x.blogspot.com/2005/11/sigh.html' title='sigh.'/><author><name>mY faThEr's sOn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12711408092361103929</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9921872.post-113065873599961798</id><published>2005-10-30T15:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-30T15:52:16.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mood swings</title><content type='html'>one moment ure so cheerful, one moment ure so quiet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im tired.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9921872-113065873599961798?l=x-skyline-x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9921872/posts/default/113065873599961798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9921872/posts/default/113065873599961798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-skyline-x.blogspot.com/2005/10/mood-swings.html' title='mood swings'/><author><name>mY faThEr's sOn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12711408092361103929</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9921872.post-113059911296925236</id><published>2005-10-29T22:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-29T23:18:33.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ken and charmaine's chalet.</title><content type='html'>happy birthday to my buddy, Ken and to my buddy's gf, Charmaine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and happy birthday to Meiyi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol so i was at the chalet hosted by Ken, for his own and his gf's birthday combined. and we having a bbq. so i was helping out and stuff. charcoal and fire, chicken wings and butter etc etc. lol the charcoal is supposed to be smokeless, which is supposed to be desirable. silly Ken put some tissue paper into the pit to have some smoke, to create the bbq atmosphere hahahahahahahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we were enjoying a little bit of the premium food to ourselves first, because majority of Charmaine's frens are not here yet. woah i tell u, the chicken wings. perfect, with no burnt bits. absolutely delicious. then we were chatting around abit with Charmaine's dad and mum. lol they're modern people. and Char's dad is only 42 years old. lol the daughter is half the dad's age. hahahahaha how nice. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway we dunno her friends, so we were chatting around ourselves and made ourselves useful and cooked some food for her friends. then we were looking at the people who arrived. guess what. of all people, Claire, Joe and Law had to be there. not that im discriminating against them or anything, but yeah, they're the last people i would want to show my other friends. they're ......... DUH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Claire - came and took charge of the bbq pit almost immediately and virtually refused to let other people do their bbq.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joe - had a few cans of beer and got a little high and started showing the girls (Char's friends) his tummy and talking about undesirable topics. u noe what i mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Law - its a party, come on. this man comes and cant stop talking to everybody about work. please lah. give everybody a break. talk the right things at the right time. and something worse. he was sitting there and waiting to be served. and then he had to say "Bu hao chi de" which mean the food is not nice so loudly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then the shit is gotten over, because everybody had the sense to ignore them, really. soon they left, and soon after Char's friends left, it was the party for the brothers man. the fun is beginning!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually we had some sort of an alliance to make Joshua drunk first, because all of us really wanted to see him drunk and do stupid things. so Shun, Qifeng, me and Ken took turns for offer him cans after cans of beer. after he finished about 4 cans, we were still offering him more, then he asked a question:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"wei she me na li dou you jiu de?" (where the hell is there beer everywhere?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!!! it set us laughing for a good 3 minutes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so he had about 4 and a half cans of beer and he's a goner already. or we thought he was a goner already. we knew he was still sober when he:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- could climb up the stairs and get into the best position in the bed and lie down.&lt;br /&gt;- knew one can of beer plus one can of beer equals to two cans of beer.&lt;br /&gt;- could feel pain when we tried foot reflexology on him.&lt;br /&gt;- could answer questions on Maplestory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he was acting, so that we would stop flushing him with beer. hahahahahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then he started talking with a Taiwanese English accent about "TODAY i will DEMONSTRATE how to DO the CHINESE CHICKEN. THE chinese CHICKEN WITH the SPECIAL sauce is a VERY much LOVED dish......."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it set us laughing non stop for another 10 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we had the "Last Man Standing" challenge, which was to crazily drink hard liquor and see who is the last sober guy. Shun and me were the 2 last sober people. we gave up fighting each other hahahahahahahaha! the tequila is just burning up our throats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Qifeng threw up after 8 cans of beer and a quarter litre of tequila.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somehow Joshua didn't really get drunk and he threw up all the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was fun drinking with them, i saw walking trees at 3.30am.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9921872-113059911296925236?l=x-skyline-x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9921872/posts/default/113059911296925236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9921872/posts/default/113059911296925236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-skyline-x.blogspot.com/2005/10/ken-and-charmaines-chalet.html' title='ken and charmaine&apos;s chalet.'/><author><name>mY faThEr's sOn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12711408092361103929</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9921872.post-113000847960524141</id><published>2005-10-23T02:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-23T03:24:57.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'>birthday!</title><content type='html'>ok, i think this post is 3 days late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and, 19 years old sounds old. damn, im turning into an old fart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nevertheless, happy birthday to michael! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, this birthday has been indeed an extraordinary one. early in the morning of 20th Oct, at 7am (dun ask why we met at that time), we went for maccafe breakfast. and yeah, himalayan tea latte is good. try it, ok? (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we had breakfast and then we went back to my house, where we did the most interesting activity on earth. i tell u, it was amazingly interesting!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img461.imageshack.us/img461/3491/dsc012690cw.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what a wonderful way to spend half of my birthday hahahahahahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we had a good rest, because of our scramble for breakfast at maccafe at SEVEN AM IN THE MORNING (please don't be mistaken, im not stressing the WORDS IN CAPS), and then i went for a haircut. and then we took a picture on the bus, where i found that my hair was thinning. im trying to coax myself that its because my hair is spiked in a very nice way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img445.imageshack.us/img445/984/dsc012830jp.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we were battling against the bus, because the bus was vibrating and shaking badly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img429.imageshack.us/img429/5795/dsc012795gh.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as u can see, im getting pretty frustrated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img410.imageshack.us/img410/4028/dsc012788re.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and, my favourite girl noes me well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img411.imageshack.us/img411/6443/tong6dc.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then we were meeting my buddies for a dinner at a japanese barbeque buffet restaurant. the image of the tantalizing beef has been permanently "saved" in my mind since its advert on tv.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's one of my buddies, Ken and his girl, Charmaine. he's cool, no doubt about that. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img446.imageshack.us/img446/9104/dsc012880pr.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and here are my buddies, maybe not frequently mentioned here, but frequently in touch and doing stuff together, from left: Koopo, Cheepo and Red Bean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img284.imageshack.us/img284/4782/dsc012899ms.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my favourite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img379.imageshack.us/img379/8871/dsc012903nu.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we were having a little disagreement...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img355.imageshack.us/img355/3279/dsc012913pt.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yes, i got slapped. dun ask why she looked so happy when she slapped me. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img424.imageshack.us/img424/8445/dsc012926qt.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my brudder! he's kind of neglecting me these days man. i feel sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img489.imageshack.us/img489/1866/dsc012959ra.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another one of my buddies. Joshua. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img459.imageshack.us/img459/9532/dsc012991yv.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last but never the least, the wonderful souls whom i spent my birthday with. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img456.imageshack.us/img456/862/dsc013009hb.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im so thankful for everything. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9921872-113000847960524141?l=x-skyline-x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9921872/posts/default/113000847960524141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9921872/posts/default/113000847960524141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-skyline-x.blogspot.com/2005/10/birthday.html' title='birthday!'/><author><name>mY faThEr's sOn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12711408092361103929</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9921872.post-112973566220851137</id><published>2005-10-19T23:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-19T23:27:42.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy birthday.</title><content type='html'>hi michael, happy birthday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9921872-112973566220851137?l=x-skyline-x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9921872/posts/default/112973566220851137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9921872/posts/default/112973566220851137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-skyline-x.blogspot.com/2005/10/happy-birthday.html' title='happy birthday.'/><author><name>mY faThEr's sOn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12711408092361103929</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9921872.post-112945596428984275</id><published>2005-10-16T17:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-16T17:46:04.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'>(:</title><content type='html'>2 weeks worth of work, finally its time to get some returns and spend to make my life more interesting. i dun have any particular stuff i wanna get, and its the best reason to go out shopping. its normally when u dun have anything in mind, that u find stuff that u wanna buy! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;work is tiring. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im bored now actually, im staying at home, on a sunday. its raining all over the island and SOMEBODY DIDN'T WANT TO MEET ME. !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 days to my birthday. im looking forward to a haircut by Kenn. and dinner at Nomoto. japanese charcoal bbq buffet! Ken (my buddy) is going to treat me to dinner. i love you Ken. cheepo and i had been eyeing that restaurant for ages, but it was expensive. and we didn't really have the cash to go and eat and enjoy. too bad! it better not be disappointing. no shit allowed on my day. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im looking forward, a beautiful day, on 20th Oct, with my girl and buddies. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guys, if u ever decide to get me anything, nothing too expensive k? save up the money for better use next time! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sidetracking abit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i always saw myself as a very small sized guy. but i didn't noe i won't look strange on a big bike. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img396.imageshack.us/img396/2538/dsc012688sc.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didn't noe i was not that small sized.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i didn't noe my lower jaw was that long. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img383.imageshack.us/img383/9314/yamaha05r15mc.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somebody please get this for my 21st birthday. ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9921872-112945596428984275?l=x-skyline-x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9921872/posts/default/112945596428984275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9921872/posts/default/112945596428984275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-skyline-x.blogspot.com/2005/10/blog-post.html' title='(:'/><author><name>mY faThEr's sOn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12711408092361103929</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9921872.post-112904229571419840</id><published>2005-10-11T22:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-11T22:57:42.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the President</title><content type='html'>lol i cant stand this anymore. i need to say. i saw the President twice in 2 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first day, we saw him strolling along east coast park, and i saw something that most Singaporeans cannot see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i saw him half naked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol yeah i saw him half naked. the President! half naked in public. i wonder if the police can detain him for indecent exposure. |:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol and i walked by and i waved to him and said "Morning Sir!" lol. he waved back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;soon after he went off. with his 3 bodyguards. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;second day, which is today, i saw him again. again taking a stroll in the park with his three bodyguards. i was standing in the carpark. this time, he walked off the other end of the stretch of road, towards the toilets, and soon after he went off in his car. but hey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he was driving. (instead of the bodyguards)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he slowed down when he passed by me, just to say hello. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it might not be a big deal meeting the President, but it sure beats meeting Cyndi Wang and 5566 any day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so far, i had cooked for Lee Hsien Loong, 2 years ago. and now the President recognises me when he sees me. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can u just imagine if a Traffic Police officer stopped the car and radioed back to his command post and asked for instructions on what to do, because he dunno what to do with a person with the President as a driver? hahahahahahahahaha! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;take me under your wing! make me rich!!!! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9921872-112904229571419840?l=x-skyline-x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9921872/posts/default/112904229571419840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9921872/posts/default/112904229571419840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-skyline-x.blogspot.com/2005/10/president.html' title='the President'/><author><name>mY faThEr's sOn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12711408092361103929</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9921872.post-112887034378832059</id><published>2005-10-09T22:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-09T23:07:43.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hundred dollar haircut.</title><content type='html'>lol my eyes had a feast today afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok wait, first, i apologise for not updating for so long, i havent really found the inspiration to write anything, and my typing had suddenly become koyak, i dun really noe what happened. im hitting backspace alot of times. |:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i went with tongy 2 days ago for a haircut at Hair Profile, Far East Plaza. i known the boss 2 years ago, becoz he was eating at the restaurant i worked in almost everyday, and yeah, we talked. i believe i dun have to mention the awards and skills he possesses. he told me to go have my hair cut at his saloon, and he would gimme a discount. which i did have my hair cut, not by him though, by one of the stylists there, and yeah, he gave me a discount. i was pretty satisfied with the haircut, so i said i would patronise the saloon again. but once i had started my studies, it was taking up so much of my time, so much so that i have to get my hair cut at the saloon downstairs, just to keep it tidy. so yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we went Hair Profile on friday, and it seems like we've got a stylist who looked extremely blur. he doesn't look any much older than me, just a poly student. and hey. he did an extremely bad job on tongy's hair, luckily he did not chop off her hair until it was very short, but he was cutting off 5mm of hair in 10 minutes. he took such a bloody long time, like one and a half hours, and really messed up our plans. lol. and he is really unsure of what he was doing lah. both of us were so pissed can?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we sort of looked the boss up, his name is Kenn, and told him we were not very satisfied with the cut, and he said, yeah it was a bad job done, he would give us a re-cut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we happily went down today, and we thought it was going to be someone else to cut tongy's hair. and hey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenn himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he charges $105 for a haircut for ladies, and he's doing it for free for tongy. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we're lucky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i swear that it was so much like a movie when i was watching him cut hair. he was totally absorbed in the cut. the look of concentration was priceless. twisting and turning the hair, cutting it with so many different moves, i was very impressed. he also took about one and a half hours, but the difference being, u, sitting there in the chair, noes that the person cutting your hair noes what he is doing, u feel safe and happy. the main point was that u noe that he noes what he is doing, u wont worry about how much time he is going to take, becoz u noe u will see results. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i told him that. i told him watching him cut hair was like watching a movie. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenn is just such a nice person lah, im going to have my hair cut and dyed by him, 2 weeks later. and i wont feel the pinch for the money, its worth it. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somehow, i think that cutting hair is not just getting your hair chopped, but its way  way more than that. it has become a lifestyle, like somewhere u wanna go and relax and appreciate the art that Kenn displays, and feel good thereafter! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9921872-112887034378832059?l=x-skyline-x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9921872/posts/default/112887034378832059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9921872/posts/default/112887034378832059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-skyline-x.blogspot.com/2005/10/hundred-dollar-haircut.html' title='hundred dollar haircut.'/><author><name>mY faThEr's sOn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12711408092361103929</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9921872.post-112799984885843679</id><published>2005-09-29T21:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-29T21:17:28.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fiak</title><content type='html'>don't&lt;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;push&lt;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;it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9921872-112799984885843679?l=x-skyline-x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9921872/posts/default/112799984885843679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9921872/posts/default/112799984885843679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-skyline-x.blogspot.com/2005/09/fiak.html' title='fiak'/><author><name>mY faThEr's sOn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12711408092361103929</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9921872.post-112766959376392603</id><published>2005-09-26T00:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-26T01:33:13.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the talk with tong's parents.</title><content type='html'>lol, my exams are over and i have all the time in the world mens. i slept at 4am last night and i didn't wake up until 1pm today. sleeping is such a wonderful activity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wait. correction. sleeping is such a wonderful "inactivity". hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and anyways, i slept until 1pm and i went to find tongy at west coast park, becoz she's doing her revision there. and i didn't reach there until 3pm. the weather is so dooding hot i swear. but, heck, at least singapore does not have earthquakes and "ladies" visiting our country like "Katrina" and "Rita". i wouldn't mind "Jennifer Aniston" though hahahahahahahahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and a while before i reached there, tongy's dad sent her a sms, asking where she is. she replied west coast park and her dad didn't reply anymore. after that tongy found out that they were at pandan, which is pretty near west coast park. lol and i suggested that i leave soon, becoz tongy didn't tell her parents im supposed to be there. she doesn't want her parents to think that she is not studying, yeah u noe what i mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and just a while before i planned to leave, we saw tongy's family. lol whole family. both of us freaked out. her parents didn't look too happy man. and tongy went "ahhhh ahhhhh shit, they weren't supposed to be here. they weren't supposed to see u..." and i went "u'd better explain yourself, we didn't do anything wrong and we noe it, the problem is that they don't!" her family then went past us to the playgrounds and benches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then tongy's dad sent her a sms: "oh what say u?" which means "i tot u said u were studying?" the key here being, she was studying with her classmate, and the problem is that when her parents saw us, her friend went to the toilet! what a coincidence, i noe. hahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so she was already freaked out and no longer able to concentrate on her work, and we feel that her dad might be angry, becoz he might have misunderstood that tongy lied to him. so i pointed out to tongy that, its best for her to go out to her parents and explain herself, make things clear, tell her parents that she did not lie. and she was hesitating, becoz she was scared, she was uncertain how the outcome would be. so yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i stood up and told them i was going home, so i picked up my stuff and left. i went in the direction of the bus stop and made a detour to the playgrounds area. lol i saw them (her parents) sitting on a bench, so i walked over and said hello and i have some stuffs to explain, becoz i really don't want any misunderstanding. lol they greeted me cheerfully and got me to sit down with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dad: so, michael! what time did u come?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: 3pm! i slept until 1 o'clock! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dad: ah i see i see. so, why are u here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: ohhh, nothing much, i finished my exams already, and im looking for a place to sit down and relax. and she said she's doing chemistry today, so i came and see if i can offer any help. as u may have known, im doing chemical engineering, so yeah, this is the aspect i can help her with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dad: ohhh, i see i see, then i had misunderstood lah. i told she had lied to me, u see. i hope u don't take offense also, becoz from what i see is that she is not being truthful lah. i mean, its good lah, u coming here and clear things up. at least i noe (the truth) lah. if not, things turn ugly becoz of misunderstandings, that is the worst thing that can happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: yeah, i had to come lah. she is abit scared that both of u might be angry at her. she wants to come and explain, but she us unsure, so yeah. she didn't ask me to come though, she doesn't know i came to find u all. i just think i have a duty to make things clear to u all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dad: ahhh, that's good that's good. that is what i want lah, really. i like to talk things through. i want things to be transparent. i don't think anybody wants anybody else to lie to them, right? same goes to u, i believe? its good lah. im happy u came. but what i didn't expect is that u came alone to do the explaination. i was expecting both of u to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: yeah, she's abit uncertain. she wants to talk to u also lah, badly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dad: i see i see. at the end of the day, as long as she really did study, im happy. im not opposing the both of u go out and have fun and all that. but u know, now at this phase of both of your lives, studies are the most important. for her, its her exam period, she really must study hard. for u also! im saying this not just for now, but for the long run. u understand what im saying right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: yeah, i know what most parents want lah. im doing my part for myself and im doing my part for her also. i have also been pushing her to do serious study, and of course im doing it myself also. i mean, im trying my best to influence her in the good way, of course. but im sure u understand that we must have breaks from time to time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dad: ahh that of course i understand. yeah. that, i trust that u can find the balance between the 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;michael: its not perfect lah, but we're improving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dad: ahhhh im glad to hear that. i find that u're quite mature huh, for your age? ive seen some of her friends in JC and i find them quite childish. that is what i like about u. ure grown up, for your age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: -smiles-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dad: -goes on to ask about my family-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then yeah, i left after we finished the conversation, and went back to tongy. lol she was so shocked that i went to look for her parents lah. she literally shouted in the cafe can? =S&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/9921872-112766959376392603?l=x-skyline-x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9921872/posts/default/112766959376392603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9921872/posts/default/112766959376392603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-skyline-x.blogspot.com/2005/09/talk-with-tongs-parents.html' title='the talk with tong&apos;s parents.'/><author><name>mY faThEr's sOn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12711408092361103929</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9921872.post-112749165825819995</id><published>2005-09-23T22:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-24T00:07:38.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'>today is a shit day.</title><content type='html'>today, i am going to write an entry to vent out all the shit i have been taking for the past 3 weeks. at the same time, i'm going to do something that ive always liked - essay writing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have no idea why i love writing so much. all i know is that i began to like writing compositions in primary school. i still remember one of the days in primary 3, where the stupid english teacher tore a page out of my composition book, because i did a extra composition out of interest. i mean, what the hell? i did an extra composition to practise my english and he made it as if ive committed a mistake or offence by doing an extra entry? lol screw that teacher man. but yeah, ive always enjoyed writing. favourite being narrative compositions, because i have a flair, that i didn't know of, for narrating scenes in the story. i still remember i love to write about haunted manors, and i would use the names of me and my best friends around in my class. the story will always have a ghostly creature that says "hahaha! i have been awaiting your arrival!" lol, i have no idea where those ideas came about, but i just love to write about these. man! those were the days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways i was with tongy today, and we decided that the f word will be replaced by a nicer word called "dood". lol sounds kind of silly when u actually say it. i know what most of you are thinking now, youre thinking of the sound that the media always use to censor out vulgarities. well, its not that sound. its pronounced with the "d" so it actually sounds like "dude". lol silly things we come up with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i have to announce that i am no longer a virgin today, because i got poked by the second paper for the day. and i can conclude that a brain can only take one exam in one day. 2 papers are way too much. i went for the morning paper, which is really the paper that i thought would have more challenge. the paper in the morning was really hard, but having studied hard for it, i could do most of the questions, so i aint too worried about that one. im pretty sure i'll get a good grade for that module. (: the second paper was crap. really crap. its dooding difficult man. becoz i had more confidence in this one and i regard myself as really really weak in that module, i spent more time on the module i sat the paper for in the morning. and guess what, SHIT HAPPENS. i had more confidence for the afternoon paper because i do constant revision throughout the semester for that module. and yeah dooding shit happens. the moment i flip open the question paper, i say dood. damn! how come i havent seen any of these stuff in my lecture notes? im very sure i covered every inch of my lecture notes, and yet the questions asked are not from the lecture notes. how can they set questions with answers not found in the lecture notes? or maybe, not closely related with the lecture notes? im so pissed. i was scolding 30 doods a minute at nothing in particular. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the paper really weighed down my spirits for the whole day. i really had no strength to do anything. its just like going into whats-that-word, just isolation from the surroundings around me. im like totally oblivious to the surroundings at several points in time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i can only hope for a sympathy pass, for the lecturer to push me for a pass grade. please, let me get a D-.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by the ways, i wanna wish my dear red bean a VERY HAPPY 21ST BIRTHDAY!!!! u have been a great guy, a great friend, a great confidant. please, continue being one. ure the best. i ......errrr... love you. =S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because of the exam period, i found that i had been doing everything in halves. ive been reading Black Hawk Down chapters in halves, watching Pearl Harbour in halves, playing games in halves. shitting in halves and farting in halves. there's sound but no smell, damn! dood! hahahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to tongy: im sorry if i had been really touchy these days, im sorry if i threw my temper at you ever so often, im sorry for everything that i had did wrong. promos are coming, prease do well, ok? we're supposed to go according to our plan, in order for others to work out! a big hug for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to red bean: happy 21st birthday, and prease have a safe trip and enjoy your holidays with pink yeah? dinner together asap man. i havent seen you for like 2 weeks and it seems like a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to cheepo: my brudder whom i think i have neglected man. we need to get the good old times back asap! dinner together asap!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to mandi: we certainly have been discussing alot together lately. we both learn, and we can be better people! and stay happy! u rock!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to iyiem: promos coming. prease do well, ok? ok lah i noe u will. right? right? right? dun disappoint me ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to whoever who might be reading this blog, can u please tag, so that i noe u had been here? prease?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stay cool, everybody. everyone in here are equally important to me. all my greatest friends. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, after writing the above, i found that i havent really wrote an essay. ahhh dood it, i cant write if i dun feel like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, the catch of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tongy was singing Good Charlotte - I Just Wanna Live. the chorus part where it goes "i just wanna live~" i dunno what happened. i heard "i'm a spiderman~"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what the hell is wrong with this dooding world? everything! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9921872-112749165825819995?l=x-skyline-x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9921872/posts/default/112749165825819995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9921872/posts/default/112749165825819995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-skyline-x.blogspot.com/2005/09/today-is-shit-day.html' title='today is a shit day.'/><author><name>mY faThEr's sOn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12711408092361103929</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9921872.post-112739276222437208</id><published>2005-09-22T20:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-22T20:39:22.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'>stupidity rocks</title><content type='html'>yeah stupidity rocks. (please do not read if u cant take strong language, im very pissed)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im in the midst of preparing for my 2 papers tmr, time is running out, and im blogging, why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some stuff are really fucking my ass inside out upside down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;remember a post by me last time, that talks about people who just cant do the right things and cant fucking be punctual?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it seems like a leopard never change its fucking spots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A had to meet B to get something out of a group file, to complete some stuff. and B being a god damned fucking son of a bitch, started whining at said to meet at 7pm, and whined for A to go to his house, and whine and whine and whine. and then at 7pm B said he will reach at 7.20pm. and then at 7.30pm he said he will reach at 8pm. and then B tried to pass his part of the group work to A. and then no fucking apologies. and then the B and his bitch went off. probably somewhere to mate. fuck man! can u just fucking be a man and be a gentleman? even if u cant be a gentleman, cos i predict u can never be, can u please be a FUCKING gentleman for the sake of it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fuck man, start thinking for others, i bet u dun fucking think for any other people other than your fucking bitch. one day your mother will fall sick and u dont care, becoz your bitch is all that matters. and it doesn't really matter if u dun do well for A levels, becoz your bitch is all that matters. and it doesn't really matter what matters, becoz your bitch is all that matters. i hate these kind of people. who fucking have no mind of their own and get their fucking priorities wrong. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grow up, stupid kid. ure barely half as sensible as my 3 year old cousin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all the fucking people with no brains should die and rot in hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lan cheow, ok?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9921872-112739276222437208?l=x-skyline-x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9921872/posts/default/112739276222437208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9921872/posts/default/112739276222437208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-skyline-x.blogspot.com/2005/09/stupidity-rocks.html' title='stupidity rocks'/><author><name>mY faThEr's sOn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12711408092361103929</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9921872.post-112739008355142177</id><published>2005-09-22T19:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-22T19:54:43.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'>offended.</title><content type='html'>oh hohoho. being the well connected, fart-smell-can-reach-aussie, tryhard shitty person i am, i managed to offend somebody whom i have never met, what is amazing is that that person is in australia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fuck man, how is that possible?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9921872-112739008355142177?l=x-skyline-x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9921872/posts/default/112739008355142177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9921872/posts/default/112739008355142177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-skyline-x.blogspot.com/2005/09/offended.html' title='offended.'/><author><name>mY faThEr's sOn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12711408092361103929</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9921872.post-112721327103644792</id><published>2005-09-20T18:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-20T18:47:51.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'>iPork Nehnos.</title><content type='html'>today is a special day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it is the first day where i walked out of the exam hall, all smiles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I POKED THE PAPER. yeah i heard me right, i poked the paper. minimal problems encountered in doing the paper whatsoever. that made my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went home, all smiles. my momma saw me and said "this is a victory smile." lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i went down to Apple Centre at Bukit Timah, shopping for the iPork Nehno that i wanted to buy for tongy for her birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u heard me right. iPod Nano is outta fashion, what's hip now, is iPork Nehno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went to the Apple Centre, talked abit of crap with the salesperson. lol. that guy talk like he's singing. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is the highlight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when he opened up the box for me to check for scratches, i exclaimed "wah! jiang xiao ah?" (meaning wah! so small ah?). although i already know its going to be hell small, seeing it in object still amazes me. yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and he looked at me and gave me a very helpless expression,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"then ni yao duo daaaaa?" (then how big you want?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol i like his answer. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9921872-112721327103644792?l=x-skyline-x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9921872/posts/default/112721327103644792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9921872/posts/default/112721327103644792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-skyline-x.blogspot.com/2005/09/ipork-nehnos.html' title='iPork Nehnos.'/><author><name>mY faThEr's sOn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12711408092361103929</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9921872.post-112714082353752611</id><published>2005-09-19T22:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-19T22:40:23.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'>jumping into the sea!</title><content type='html'>guess what,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the exams are making me wanna, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.photoi.org/share/upload/772315976/dsc01150.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, that's me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9921872-112714082353752611?l=x-skyline-x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9921872/posts/default/112714082353752611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9921872/posts/default/112714082353752611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-skyline-x.blogspot.com/2005/09/jumping-into-sea.html' title='jumping into the sea!'/><author><name>mY faThEr's sOn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12711408092361103929</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9921872.post-112661601271647386</id><published>2005-09-13T20:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-13T21:02:53.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'>willpower.</title><content type='html'>was watching this japanese drama when i learned something from it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in this world, u have to accept that u cannot be the best in everything. life is short, there is not enough time to learn and excel in everything in this world. what we can accept, which is very normal, is for each and everyone of us, to have a direction, and work towards being the best at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the captain of the hockey team in the drama is disgusted at his teammates, because his teammates have found a direction, which is ice hockey, but they are not striving to be the best. they go to pubs, drink and smoke together, and then complain about every single piece of shit in this world, but don't do something about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how is it possible, for everything in this world is under your control, and go the way you want it to be? definitely it would be humanely possible, since u have direction, to have it the way u want it to be, in your direction?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hope u can follow, because im not very good at expressing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and im not implying that u must do everything to the very very very very very very very best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;look, take bowling for example. i had no formal training, i have no background to work on. what i did have, was a mind willing to learn and improve, everytime i play. and come today, i know i have a achievement of 224 out of 300, i know that i havent let myself down. what im trying to say is, when u have a direction, albeit a short one, try to do it the best that u can! when u set targets, dun set it where half the population in singapore can do it. like what we've learnt in schools, dont set your targets at ridiculously low levels, but not extremely high levels too. for me, the day i decided i wanna play bowling,i set myself a score of 150, considering the shitty skills that i have with me now. i reached that score not long after. then i build on it. i set myself a high score of 210, and again i reached it.i know that i havent let myself down. and this, is going the way i want it to be!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i strongly believe, the thing that works behind everything in this world that happened, is willpower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u'd think a shitty caveman a few thousand years ago would dream of building an Airbus 380? "Shit you!", he would say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but hey, it all happened. in this case, from the present common passenger airliners with seating capacity of 250 or less, the people didn't set a target of building an aircraft capable of seating 1000 people. people aimed for a seating capacity of 555 people. and made it happen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like in the movie "The Aviator", u'd think what's-his-name would think of building an aircraft that would seat 555 people, when he just came up with the airliner that can seat 100 people at most? what he did, coming up with the airliner, was already an achievement of his time, something that most people thought impossible. and he can proudly announce, that he didn't let himself down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u set a target for yourself, something most people cannot do. when u reach it, dont stop, improve on it. the world is that huge, there cannot be an end to the things ure able to achieve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;up till now, all the directions ive had, are short ones. i know i had been talking about improving, and i should have gone on at bowling, but when external factors weigh u down, like money, u cant help it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for now, and a very long time to come, im going to improve myself, generally. and im going to improve on being the guy for my girl. that's the direction i have now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quit complaining and do something about it right now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9921872-112661601271647386?l=x-skyline-x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9921872/posts/default/112661601271647386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9921872/posts/default/112661601271647386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-skyline-x.blogspot.com/2005/09/willpower.html' title='willpower.'/><author><name>mY faThEr's sOn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12711408092361103929</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9921872.post-112644646017676748</id><published>2005-09-11T21:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-11T21:47:40.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'>near accident.</title><content type='html'>im pissed. im very very pissed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just about an hour ago, i was leaving teck whye, crossing a road to take a bus at the opposite side. everything seemed okay and the night was clear and cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i waited, and when the green man came on, i crossed the road. as u all may know, when the green man comes on for u to cross, there are always cars who would turn right, going through the pedestrian crossing, which is the crossing that ure walking on right? so cars would have to be careful so as to avoid knocking down pedestrians using the crossing, ain't i right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i crossed the first half of the crossing, and im not supposed to have any car cross my path yet, everything normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;being a road user myself, i know where road hazards are present. and the fact that the cars turning right would cut my path, made me wary. just before i stepped out on the road, i glanced at the left side, which is where vehicles are supposed to approach but stop, because im crossing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this stupid nissan sunny rushed out at high speed, speeding into my path. what is making me mad, is that, she is looking STRAIGHT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in case some of you here think im making a fuss out of nothing, because she is looking straight, let me elaborate. when ure driving, when u make a turn, U DONT LOOK STRAIGHT. when u turn, for example right, u look 45 degrees to your right, damn it! of u dont look diagonally right, how the fuck are you going to see the people or even cars in your turning line? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Use your ass to think lah, if u dun have a brain! Period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if u look straight, what the hell do u see? nothing! u wont see anything in your turning radius! are u going to wait until u hit somebody, before u actually WAKE YOUR FUCKING IDEA?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it will be too late, bitch! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what if the person crossing isn't me, but a kid. would a kid noe to glance to his left to check for oncoming vehicles? what, ure gonna panic and cry when u hit somebody? what if the person who got hit was u? how would u feel if u got hit by one of your brainless species?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not to mention u shouldn't be entering a turn at such a high speed? or did u mistake the accelerator for the brake huh? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and she sped off. on the run to attempt to hit another pedestrian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;look, im not discriminating against lady drivers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just drive with brains, please.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9921872-112644646017676748?l=x-skyline-x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9921872/posts/default/112644646017676748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9921872/posts/default/112644646017676748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-skyline-x.blogspot.com/2005/09/near-accident.html' title='near accident.'/><author><name>mY faThEr's sOn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12711408092361103929</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9921872.post-112627730100488202</id><published>2005-09-09T22:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-09T22:50:09.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'>amanda.</title><content type='html'>Recommended Song Of The Day - Lin Jun Jie - Yi Qian Nian Yi Hou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, ive been searching for inspiration to really start writing. i dunno about the other people who blog, but yeah, for me, i really need to be in the "blogging" mood, before i would actually come to this page and type the stuff here. sounds like a famous author of some award winning novel? nah, im must a low grade singaporean who makes his thoughts known. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today's entry is on amanda ... ... ... the dots are her chinese name, and i wont try to let u noe how much she dislikes people calling or even writing out her chinese name. hahaha. amanda has many nicknames, such as red bean, white guy, chee chee chee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok wait, that's tze keong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... many nicknames, such as mandi (the most commonly known among her friends), mance, the spasticated cow, or is it chicken, i cant really remember, and the newly coined nickname, fresh from the oven today, a man DUH!!!!, but yeah, u get my point, she has over a thousand nicknames. if she gets a dollar for each nickname she has, she'd prolli be able to buy a Longines watch with the money collected. wooh! this girl, has the unique thinking that she is unique, she thinks she's created unique, and yeah, i think she's unique, the way she behaves and talks and shits is unique too. i assure u, u wont be able to find a cow that unique in new zealand. give it up hahahahahahahahahaha! but yeah, i think she IS unique, and so is every of us. in the movie "Bruce Almighty", God receives a rough estimate of 5 million emails everyday. i think its bullshit, i think He receives way more than that. and let me enlighten u on the contents of most of the emails He receives. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh Lord! I do not expect my son or daughter is to a millionaire or anything really great. All I ask, Lord, please make him or her strong, and independent, for I cannot be with him or her for all of my life. Please make him or her with a attitude that never gives up, and be ever patient and cheeful. Please let him or her have a happy life. Thank you Lord"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and u think God is doing nothing? he could have created all the human being with the same fingerprints and personalities. and we will all be the same. its precisely he is doing something, that's why we're all unique.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok im off track. solly. hahahahahahahahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this girl, we officially met on 30th December 03. the day where we both just first met, the memory still so fresh in my mind. the bowling alley, the people, the fun we had. it had been a day God decide to create a miracle and cross our paths. and im so so glad, the flame of our friendship is burning ever so strong. (i almost spelt sotong, damn it) (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and soon she left for australia, so it was the last time i saw her that year (of course lah, what u expect? 30th December leh! end of the year already!) and we kept in constant contact thru msn and overseas sms-es. how i wanna let her noe that i enjoyed every single conversation we shared. there were times i felt like Something Hot In There, or SHIT for short, and she spent time, slowly cheering me up, making effort to lift my spirits, just to make me feel better. and there were times where she felt like screaming, felt Something Hot In There, and i tryyyyy to cheer her up, because i didn't know whether i know how to, or not. normally i would get her back to her usual self soon, i dun really know how i did it also, but yeah, i always make the effort to cheer her up. we would talk for hours, and sometimes into the wee hours in the morning. like..... 4am? man! what were we thinking? my mum came out and screamed at me for being on the com until unearthly hours! hahahahahahahahahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;something i really regret is that she came back to singapore about 9 months ago, for about a month's time? that was the time she was back in singapore for a holiday, and damn, i let that month fly me by, without me realising that, it was hard to have her around in person, and there i was, failed to treasure the time she was around. when she comes back this year, i make sure i dun repeat my mistake again. there're so many things that can be done together, spending quality time with a true true friend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we're far in terms of distance, and we both know that we're close in hearts, always. this amazing female character feels incredibly much like a sister to me. trust me, this wonderful friendship will have many wonderful years to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there u have her, amanda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im lucky to have her as a friend. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9921872-112627730100488202?l=x-skyline-x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9921872/posts/default/112627730100488202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9921872/posts/default/112627730100488202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-skyline-x.blogspot.com/2005/09/amanda.html' title='amanda.'/><author><name>mY faThEr's sOn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12711408092361103929</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9921872.post-112601127315560982</id><published>2005-09-06T20:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-06T20:58:13.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'>chee keong</title><content type='html'>Recommended Song Of The Day: Carrie Underwood - In Your Heaven&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today's entry is on a very special friend of mine here. i met him in june 2003, when i just started work at Singapore Inline (SI). i know him as a competent and easy going guy there, never throws his temper around. he has nice black and smooth hair, centre parted. he has good complexion, for he works in the office mainly during his time in SI. he is friendly, and approachable. he is easy going, but knows what he wants at the same time. he is the guy that made me like bowling. he is the guy that gave me encouragement and support. he never did laugh at me when i hit lousy scores. he never did laugh at me when i was lousier than him in games. he never did laugh at me when i cried in front of him when going through a really tough time. he never did laugh at me before. he laughed WITH me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we went through the time where all of us decided there was internal problems in SI and we left the company. we went through it together, as a group with the old guys. we spent christmas and new year watching fireworks and chilling out that year. i enjoyed spending time with him. at the end of january, he had to enlist into the army. and we spent the day celebrating, that he was about to lose his freedom to the wonderful Singapore Armed Forces. he was a commando. he was something that i cannot be. he was the character that i wanted to be. not personality wise, but achievements wise. i was never jealous of him, but very envious, and he was a brotherly figure to me. on chinese new year, we hung out together, going to this house to pay respects, coming my house, alvin's house. it was all too enjoyable. come march, things happened, and the old guys chose to single me out and oust me from the group. i accepted it. what really touched my heart was that he did not believe in the wrong that the old guys had accused me of. he did not believe that i was the lousy fricken loser that they portrayed me as. he believed in me. he stood by me. he never did gave up on me as easily that the other guys did. he respected me, and i respected him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we kept in constant contact when he served the army. we went out on the weekends he could slip in time to have a meal together, or just spent the day out, chilling and gaming. we still do meet every weekend to game, its our routine. i appreciate him coming to pick me up every sunday afternoon, and sending me home come evening time. he never refused me when i asked him to send me home. he was that accomodating. chinese new year 2005, we drove around singapore, doing our shopping. we did many things together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the friendship i share with him, is indescribable, and yeah, i want him to noe, even though he has a girl, and i have a girl, i hope the friendship will remain strong as ever. and i want him to noe that he is one of the most respected people in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he is my best buddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he is red bean, aka tze keong. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9921872-112601127315560982?l=x-skyline-x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9921872/posts/default/112601127315560982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9921872/posts/default/112601127315560982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-skyline-x.blogspot.com/2005/09/chee-keong.html' title='chee keong'/><author><name>mY faThEr's sOn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12711408092361103929</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9921872.post-112575817483995377</id><published>2005-09-03T21:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-04T00:12:22.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tongtong</title><content type='html'>Recommended Song Of The Day: Beverly Knight - Shoulda Woulda Coulda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its 10pm! nothing to do, no games to play, so here i am again! brogging. i mean blorgging. UGH! blogging! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im going to write about the angel who's path had crossed mine. she is the angel that made me feel life is beautiful. and she is the angel that made me smile more frequently. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i met this special girl at Saint Andrew's Junior College (SAJC). lol this is rather contradicting, because i never really liked JC ppl. just felt that its JC culture that their students appear more stuck up and haolian than poly peeps. talking about JC students in general yeah. but oh wells, there're always people who are different from the cultures they're supposed to be in. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i received a lesson timing at SAJC on friday, 3.30pm to 5.30pm. so i was due to be there to teach some people skating at that time. but the first day of the lesson, i had something on and i got other ppl to fill in for me. so yeah. on the second lesson, i was there. and i got to noe that the people we're suppose to teach are "Sports Club" people, a new cca in their school. oh cool, lol, ive never heard of a sports club, the nearest ive heard of is ODAC, OutDoor Activities Club (i think?). and yeah, so i was teaching the advanced class since ken was teaching the beginners. and yeah i was feeling tired that day, maybe my face was abit black, and so when i started teaching the class, most of the people are like sian sian one? sigh. or maybe its my body language, which portray me as a loser? lol i hope not. and then the lesson went on. and after what seemed like ages, 2 hours finally passed and we packed up and went back to the skate shop! at this point in time i havent noticed anyone yet. yeah ure right. i was just sian-ed that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the third lesson, again i couldn't make it, i think i had lessons on that day, so yeah, i missed it again. and on the fourth lesson, on that friday, i think we had a lesson in the morning at some primary school at tampines. and then we went down to changi village to have claypot bak kut teh. it was a shop ran by ex convicts, and i must tell u, that bak kut teh is "OH MY GOD!" delicious hahahahahahahaha! and yeah. the memory's still vivid, because i remember panicking when i can't find a petrol station and my tank is about to empty. lol. so i had no choice but to go down SAJC anyways. lol and i broke down on ECP because my petrol finished can? it was very demoralising can? anyways, because i had to fill up on petrol, i arrived at the school when they were all collecting their equipment. *at this moment, tongtong thought:" errrr. bike. yuck. this guy is no good!"* lol she told me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, the last lesson went on as usual, and the last half an hour of the lesson i was slacking and talking abit with my class ppl under the shade. lol how i amused them and how they thought i was stupid because i kept saying "happening socks" because every one of their socks was very colourful, and telling kai wee to "SHUT UP..." LOL. at this point, dear miss tongtong said "u have limited vocab" lol and she asked me how much i got for english during O levels. proud i am of my english results! A2, and she felt lousy because she had the same grade hahahahahahahahaha! and she really thought me stupid. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and come lesson end, we walked together back to the truck, that was the time i really noticed her. (: but yeah, i didn't ask for her contacts, just not my style lah, to anyhow get girl's number. (: and on that day itself, she was employed by my company to go and give out flyers along orchard road on skates. yeah and on the same day, evening, i got her number but i didn't talk to her much. hehehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;until one magical day where we needed female coaches, or was it we were shorthanded, i called her, saying we need her to come down and work. lol. and the magical sunday morning, magically, i got a very very bad cough. lol lousy i noe. super demoralising and i was very very low. lol after parking my bike, i went up to the shop and saw her sitting there alone waiting for instructions. i walked into the shop and nodded at her with a black face, as a form of saying "morning" because i was feeling really lousy. and feeling lousy, i literally threw my helmet and bag on the table and gave her instructions. lol thinking back i think i scared her that time. how would u feel if ure already feeling scared as ure in a unfamiliar environment on your first day at work and u see somebody with such a black face and throwing his stuff? i would feel scared myself if i encounter this kinda shit on my first day at work. =S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from then on, sparks appeared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's my tongtong. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9921872-112575817483995377?l=x-skyline-x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9921872/posts/default/112575817483995377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9921872/posts/default/112575817483995377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-skyline-x.blogspot.com/2005/09/tongtong.html' title='tongtong'/><author><name>mY faThEr's sOn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12711408092361103929</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9921872.post-112567369434769389</id><published>2005-09-02T22:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-03T00:17:46.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'>loser.</title><content type='html'>Recommended Song Of The Day: Janet Jackson - Escapade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday, was thursday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thursday, was yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I proudly declare that on 1st September 2005, i do not know who is the biggest winner( coolest) guy in singapore, but ive met the biggest loser in singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday i was with tongtong at west mall. just wanted to meet up and share some time together. and i was feeling an itch for playing a soccer game at the arcade, ok so we went to the arcade. after im done with my soccer game, i saw that tongtong was abit bored, so i decided to get her to play this game "puzzle fighter", a kind of girly game which i figured that she noes how to play. so we were just sharing some fun together. when she got knocked out of the game, i was continuing to play, and this loser, LOSER, i repeat, &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;LOSER&lt;/span&gt;, decided to challenge me. i mean WHAT THE HELL?!?!?!?! and he didnt even have the manners to say "excuse me" to tongtong. i mean what's up with opening your mouth to say 2 simple words? your mouth and your asshole are interchangeable or something? when you leant your body towards tongtong, i can give u a punch on your face and still call the police on charges of molest? i feel sorry for your mother, for she had spent tens of thousands bringing u up and the money is all wasted because this gay cant even say 2 simple english words. ok so he didn't say "excuse me" again when he wanted the tongtong's seat. repeat after me, "aks-skius-mee". ok wait dun open your mouth, its full of shit, u dont want anybody dying of suffocation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and not to mention i dun compete over this kinda small stuff? what? bust your brains out trying to win the other &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;IN AN ARCADE GAME?&lt;/span&gt;. yo kiddo, u gotta grow up. let me tell u what to do, YOU, go and get a 1000cc bike, and i'll see u in Sepang's F1 circuit. ok information for those who dunno, Sepang is a racing circuit in Malaysia, that opens to the public for a track fee on days where there are no competitions. u can drive your car or bike there, and track the circuit in the least time possible. so kiddo, i dun play girly games. what are you trying to prove? that ure more girly than me? FINE! i agree! &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;YOU WIN HANDS DOWN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i was like really uninterested, i started making fun of him by doing obviously stupid things in the game, and there he was, face contorted and all out to win me. and during the second game, tongtong said to me," i dun see any point in the game leh." lol which i happily replied loudly," i dun mind losing at such a feminine game" it only proves who is more girly! fine! u win! since ure trying so girly hard to win me, ive gotta grant it to u! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;game ends, i stand up and clap my hands. congratulations!!! ure the girl of the year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see u at Sepang when u grow enough balls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and in the meantime, learn some english.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;disclaimer: lol im not thick, i noe i do sound arrogant, but its ignited with his loser behaviour. so oh wells. up to u to think im arrogant or not (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9921872-112567369434769389?l=x-skyline-x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9921872/posts/default/112567369434769389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9921872/posts/default/112567369434769389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-skyline-x.blogspot.com/2005/09/loser.html' title='loser.'/><author><name>mY faThEr's sOn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12711408092361103929</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9921872.post-112541900970436486</id><published>2005-08-31T00:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-31T00:23:29.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'>short post.</title><content type='html'>Recommended Song Of The Day: Depeche Mode - Somebody&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay my eyes are really half closed as i'm typing this. its crazy for the past 2 days! monday morning worrying about the reports that's supposed to be passed up on tuesday, especially where i dunno a single piece of shit about the stuff im tackling lol. and somehow, i brought the stuff home to do, so i started at 7pm, totally forgot to eat dinner. Note: i literally FORGOT lol. and i finally had dinner at 11pm. lol, by that time i finished dinner it was raining above my head and water kept dripping from my face, the stuff was really spicy. and so i was really refreshed and couldn't sleep. so i continued to work on my report. counting up to 12am its was already 5 hours into the report and it was half done. like how am i gonna get sleep that night? lol it was a first time toasting bread at 2am. hahahahahahahaha. and my eyes started closing and it was another first where i showered at 3am (just to keep myself awake), and hohoho. finally at 5am, i bid goodbye to the shit i had been doing. wooh! 5am sleep, 8am wake up. ok i noe that is not a big deal. but yeah, u must understand that my daily routine requires 16 hours of sleep. (: and it was tuesday i was walking around in school like a zombie because i had only 20% of my minimum requirement sleep hahahahahahaha! and its 12.30am now and i just did yet another report halfway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dun say the word "report" in front of me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we might just need an ambulance, one way or another. either i puke until my intestines come out of my mouth and i need the ambulance, or im gonna whoop your ass until u need the ambulance.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9921872-112541900970436486?l=x-skyline-x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9921872/posts/default/112541900970436486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9921872/posts/default/112541900970436486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-skyline-x.blogspot.com/2005/08/short-post.html' title='short post.'/><author><name>mY faThEr's sOn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12711408092361103929</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9921872.post-112516593766047165</id><published>2005-08-28T02:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-28T02:05:37.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mandi!</title><content type='html'>Sunday, August 28, 2005&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shouts to mike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to one of my closest friends who truly understands my thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks for being there when i needed someone to talk to. not only were you able to get me to talk somehow, but you always know how to cheer me up. i really appreciate it. thank you so much~ ^-^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, you were late today.&lt;br /&gt;but, ill forgive you this once.. lol. XP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didnt forget 30 december 03 btw.. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[s2] mAndi \\ 03:39 [s2] (0) ~viNdicAte hEre~ [s2]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from my dearest fren, mandi! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was molested.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok sorry. i mean im touched. lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9921872-112516593766047165?l=x-skyline-x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9921872/posts/default/112516593766047165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9921872/posts/default/112516593766047165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-skyline-x.blogspot.com/2005/08/mandi.html' title='mandi!'/><author><name>mY faThEr's sOn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12711408092361103929</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9921872.post-112472031981669539</id><published>2005-08-22T21:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-22T22:18:39.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'>burying a cat</title><content type='html'>one day, i had to bury a dead cat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img379.imageshack.us/img379/4743/10nw.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i  went downstairs to dig a hole to bury the cat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img274.imageshack.us/img274/8970/26oy.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after burying the cat, i found that i have some soil left over. so i dug another hole to bury the leftover soil. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img297.imageshack.us/img297/4290/33jj.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after burying the leftover soil, i discovered to my horror i have another pile of leftover soil, so i dug another hole to bury that pile of leftover soil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img250.imageshack.us/img250/47/32rt.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after burying that pile of leftover soil, to my amazement, there is yet another pile of leftover soil! how is that possible? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img92.imageshack.us/img92/745/32qr.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am very angry. i decided to give up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img379.imageshack.us/img379/43/49uw.jpg"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9921872-112472031981669539?l=x-skyline-x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9921872/posts/default/112472031981669539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9921872/posts/default/112472031981669539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-skyline-x.blogspot.com/2005/08/burying-cat.html' title='burying a cat'/><author><name>mY faThEr's sOn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12711408092361103929</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9921872.post-112455975530820331</id><published>2005-08-21T00:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-21T01:42:35.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what the hell is wrong?</title><content type='html'>i mean, just what the bonk is wrong with the students nowadays? suddenly i feel pissed lah, that i just wanted to write about the good things some students does, and the shit that comes from the others. i mean, its just crazy man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, maybe the time where i was in secondary school and the people in secondary school now is not very long. a mere 3 years. but bonk! 3 years and the bonking lifestyles of the bonking sec sch kids can change so bonking much? and no, im not jealous or anything! i mean, we're just 3 years apart, or maybe a little more or less. i mean, im not a perfect human being or a perfect student back then and now, but at least i noe what is right and wrong, and i proudly declare i have the right values drilled into me! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, im going to talk about kids, in general. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;number 1: i dun understand why there are many malay kids turning to the tryhard image. and no, im not racist. (: by tryhard (mandi, u should noe what im talking about!), i mean thinking that its very cool to do a certain action. tryhards seek attention wherever they go by talking loudly, playing with handphone ringtones (i mean, that is lousy man!), singing songs out on buses, scolding low grade hokkien vulgar language when gathered into groups. what's up man? and one thing i cannot stand: SMOKING. bonk man! i have so many frens who tell me from the first time they light up their first ciggarette, they harbour regrets until now. i mean, yeah! and another thing is, normally a person who really smokes, he/she wont take it much as a deliberate action, if u noe what i mean. but what the bonk is this? kids as young as 10 years old (rough guage) sitting at void decks and playgrounds and playing with ciggarettes? its cool? cool my ass. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no.1: they just hanging the cigg between their fingers and expect people to look at him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no.2: they never even bonking inhale the bonking smoke. then take the cigg for bonk?!?!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i find that its really a waste police never really got to catch them red handed? take down their addresses and send a bloody warning letter to their homes and notify the parents. wooh! okay i think about a few days ago, i was taking 99 to school, and this malay KID (9 years old at most) was sitting on the seat beside the window. he was carrying a bottle of gatsby wax (i tot malays hated gatsby)in one hand, and a stick of marlboro ciggarettes in the other hand. i mean what the hell? ure 9 years old and ure carrying a ciggarette walking around? what are u gonna do with the ciggarettes for heaven's sake, blow bubbles with it? and having the SHORT LEGS that he has, he managed to open them up really wide so that it took up half of my seat before i sat down. so i pushed his leg back to where it should be and sat down. and he still never give up, wanna put his bonking small right foot over the imaginary line and occupy the area that my feet should be. i thought okay fine, this kid wanna bonking play gangster with me, then let's show him the Mafia. i shifted my feet and landed it on the floor of the bus really hard and pinned his feet underneath mine. kids need teaching, and i noe i dun have enough credentials to teach him a lesson, but just a little co-curricular activities hahahahahahahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok enough of little kids and malays before somebody calls me racist. i mean, its not really like im opposed against the malays? it just so happens that they do indeed cause alot of trouble in public! so, if authorities read this lousy blog and decide to take legal action against me, i have made my stand clear! i will not hesitate to kiss my malay frens to show my love for them. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok and what i can say about the young adults students (like stuck between 16 and 18 years old) is that most of them have high IQ and bonking lousy EQ. and they have no sense of punctuality. what i can remember is that sec sch frens around me and poly mates now are instilled with the word "punctuality". i mean, come on man. if all the people have no intention of coming on the agreed time, den why even bother to set a time? i mean, its really pretty stupid, aint it? a time is set for everyone to meet. when the time comes, either nobody comes, or some unlucky ones come and gets shit by waiting for the other people. i mean, this is really shit man! when u agreed with people what time to come, it might be a small thing to u, but to me, it means your character and dignity! u gave me your word and now u gimme this shit? u can be the funniest and coolest guy on earth, but if ure late, ure shitty. look, when X Japan holds a concert at 7pm sharp at Tokyo Dome, u see fans waiting in the Dome at 5pm, but hey, are they late? they're not! they start the bloody concert on time, at 7pm. that is the basic courtesy that everyone should have! and its not like if u come on the agreed time ure gonna lose out by waiting for the other people who are late. i noe its unfair, but if u do it, and u get everybody to do it, then will it be right? will everybody come on time? and back to the crux, the people who come on time, gets screwed up with their plans becoz the whole shitty affair they're supposed to meet for, cannot start on time! what the bonk? if this is really how u screw me as a fren, come in front of me and read this _|_ sign. and some of my frens here noe that i dont hesitate to lash out at anybody who is late. a simple thing called punctuality u also dunno? then wanna own big car and big house? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;number 2: what's wrong with a small greeting and saying hello may i noe? people nowadays seem to have either certain angers look down on people for absolutely no shitty reason at all? u noe this person, u noe this person noes u, u established eye contact, from his/her eyes, u can tell that he/she noes who u are and ure here. but they just choose to look away and continue walking. low EQ. these people are concluded to have led a very good life and takes everything for granted. and that is what that's bringing down the standard of the way of life (not the economical aspect) is in Singapore! what is so difficult with being polite and saying hello?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;number 3: simple manners. when people are on the phone, kindly leave him/her alone! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;number 4: if u dun even mean to do anything in the first place, dun give people the wrong impression and get things all ready, but u dun wanna do anything in the end. what the bonk is this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im tired after typing so much. i shall continue if i can think of somemore. hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time check: 1.43am, Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nite guys! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9921872-112455975530820331?l=x-skyline-x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9921872/posts/default/112455975530820331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9921872/posts/default/112455975530820331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-skyline-x.blogspot.com/2005/08/what-hell-is-wrong.html' title='what the hell is wrong?'/><author><name>mY faThEr's sOn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12711408092361103929</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9921872.post-112437107488136985</id><published>2005-08-18T20:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-18T21:17:54.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'>meeting her parents!</title><content type='html'>today is already thursday, and this is all getting so bad, i dun really have the time and energy to write in here becoz of the reports and projects and the time spent with my girl. reports and projects are bo bians, die die have to do one, and the time spent with my girl, when i see her smile, i feel that the time spent is all worthwhile. there are just some things that u cant really explain. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways this is one of the rare times im not feeling tired and i have the time to really sit down and think of what to write. screw the practical tml, fluid mechanics practicals never turn out good anyways. not when renhan makes an effort to come for the practical but sit there for the full 3 hours and do nothing, just look, see, sleep. and then go home at the end of the practical. makes people kind of pissed off huh? what is he thinking? why cannot just try and study and get the grades he need and then fish off? another stupid guy is khairil. lol mention his name i also pissed already. since the term break until now, which is 3 weeks of lessons, i havent seen him before. i mean, if u skip lessons once in a while, its understandable mah. but what the hell? skip for the full 3 weeks? might as well quit and faster go army so that u dont stop wasting anymore time? and to think that your parents are paying Sillypore Polytechnic so much money for your education, u come to school and play soccer and sit at macdonalds and talk to girls? what the fish? i pity your parents, really. and i hope u have a sibling, because they need somebody to depend on when they get old. please. think of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually i kind of really hope that the 2 of them can fail again this semester, so that they can't progress to the next stage. why? because next semester will be the year where i do my final year project. and period, i would rather do it alone than to team up with them, which is the most possible case. i can do it alone, without help, but i dun need anybody around to hinder me, much less take credit for the work which i did. no no no. i'll rather do it alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok actually im pretty much pissed when i write up to here, but hey, lol i didn't come her and write to get pissed, so let's get back to what i came here for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had pretty much a nervous day on saturday, yes, the saturday that just went past. why? lol. I............ met........... her............... DUN WAN TO TELL YOU LEH!!!!!!~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok sorry. hahahahahahaha. ok i met her parents. we met in the evening, for a dinner. and yeah, the rest of the day was not very good. woke up in the morning, cant help but keep on yawning, i feel so lethargic, what am i gonna DO?! turn on the radio.... ok sorry, that was one of the catch songs 98.7FM has. lol. it was work, then we skated at east coast. with not much achievement. lol im still lousy. ahhh screw that, i dun have the time to practise. reports, projects, reports, projects, reports, projects, u noe what's next. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, credit to miss tongtong's blur-ity, we had to take a cab from east coast to teck whye! omg $17 how much does that cost man?!?!?!? especially when both of us are so fricken broke. =S and okay, we reach her house, i was so nervous can? i dun recall feeling more nervous than that in the whole of 2005. and so i was a "good boy" and went "Hello Auntie! Hello Uncle! How are you?" lol, the i dunno how my shaking knees managed to bring me to the sofa, and i sat down there, and watched the ending part of the repeat telecast of the NDP with tongtong and her dad. then we chatted about some  common day stuffs. and her dad and mum left for the dinner place first! wooh! tension reduced by half! and i went to shower and then i nua'ed about waiting for her mum to come back. i browsed through a photo album of tongtong while she was still a few months old. her parents are so thoughtful, they made the whole photo album really nice with all the details inside. she is blessed! how i wished i can find a picture of myself when i was a few months old, but no, i can only find a picture of me at around 1 year old. around there. because i was still sitting in the chair with wheels. ok i dunno what that is called, but yeah, the thing where a baby can sit in it and use his/her legs to guide him about. lol. some thhings are just not fair, but nvm, i shall do a nice nice nice photo album for my kids next time. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, then we popped down to the dinner, and took our seats. the music was blaring. and they were playing the top hit of the century: Stand Up For Singapore. ugh! the huge amp was just half a metre from the back of my head can? my god! they kept repeating it, i bet i can sing it backwards. =S then we saw tongtong's cousins, and its funny how her cousins keep saying "never intro ah?!" to her, straight away assuming who i am. lol. yeah. then this cute little girl, tongtong's cousin, wanted to watch the performances on the stage, and our table is really near the stage, so yeah, i gave up half my chair to her. lol i think i can really connect well with kids. it barely took 10 mins for her to like me. muahahahahahaha. im a kiddy person. =S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the dinner went on, and halfway we can see Uncle's volleyball team ogling at the malaysian girls, skimpily dressed and shaking their booties on the stage. oh yeah i forgot to mention it was a National Day dinner. its to celebrate National Day as well! so yeah. i mean, these girls shaking their things on stage is like so wrong on a National Day dinner. i seriously think the program organisers are going to lose their jobs soon hahahahahahahahahaha! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then here came an old cantonese song, and her parents were doing the hand movements that the old school dances had at the table. i reckon it was funny in the good sense, as in, it made me, and i believe anyone who saw them, smile to see that their hearts are really young after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so the dinner ended soon. and in order not to cause them trouble, i had wanted to go home on my own, but they insisted on sending me back. i mean, really, its not good to make them go out of their way just to send me home. next time i should drive, so that i wont have to trouble them. (: it was a really good dinner, and i hope they feel the same. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woooooh! im going to my grandmother's place to eat some really good home cooked food this saturday! my grandmother is a really great cook! anybody wanna come along? (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yeah, i really love my grandma. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9921872-112437107488136985?l=x-skyline-x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9921872/posts/default/112437107488136985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9921872/posts/default/112437107488136985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-skyline-x.blogspot.com/2005/08/meeting-her-parents.html' title='meeting her parents!'/><author><name>mY faThEr's sOn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12711408092361103929</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9921872.post-112386190874950735</id><published>2005-08-12T23:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-12T23:51:48.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'>national day aka perfect day!</title><content type='html'>muahahaha. so it was what seemed like a perfect day on august 9th! okay im abit late, i noe. late by 3 days. im solly! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can say that it was a perfect day, except the weather. makes us sweat so easily. but then again, ure in singapore, WHAT THE HELL DO U EXPECT? (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wooh! ok i woke up late. miss tongy and mr keongy came over to my house. no wait, im not trying to be the king or whatever, asking them to come my house and pick me up. but yeah. keongy had to come to my house to pass me my balls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok sorry. my mistake there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... pass me my bowling ball. (: yeah and imagine lah, both of them were here already and i wasn't even half awake yet. =S and they waited in the living room while i went to bathe. and i received intelligence reports that my momma, being the hospitable lady she is, tried to stuff keongy and tongy with food and drinks hahahahahaha!and hello tongy! greedy! muahahahaha ate my youtiao with fish filling. -______-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok we finally left the house! and we were en route to AYE, where we passed by taman jurong and keong said there was a nice pancake stall at the S-11 there. Si! yes it relatively near your house there! should have dragged u along to marina south with us. so fun leh! ok back to the pancakes. so, wooh! we parked and we got ourselves some pancake. :) coconut rocks lah can? C-O-C-O-N-U-T! C-O-C-O-N-U-T! =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;roads leading into marina south were blocked! bleah, i noe. it might not be a bad idea after all. im not going to drive my ferrari and park by the roadside, and return to find my ferrari underneath an armoured vehicle hahahahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok this loser in an XC90. lol really a loser. but yeah, shan't go into detail about a loser like that, wasting bandwidth on my blog. but i still insist if i had an R1, i would have shown him the international finger and wooh! off i go and he cant chase up! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok sorry, take it that the above paragraph doesn't exist. anyway, its not supposed to. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and luck we have it, the moment we reached there, it started to lain! ok sorry rain! but yeah, it started to lain! not fair! so we did what was most appropriate...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we went to play CS. =S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bleah, i noe. but what else can we do when its laining? and yeah, early morning wake up go marina south play CS? marina's CS is nicer to play is it? okay anyways, cant visit anything. =S yeah then after an hour, the lain cleared! and we were off. wooh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, it was my first time holding a SAR21 (a singapore made rifle) and the army displays got keongy so excited that he was babbling non stop about army stuff. lol. that guy should sign on lah dey! (: anyways, the rifle, heavy yeah. quite heavy, but i still got time to work on it before i enter the army. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the miracle of the day is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we managed not to pee for some 10 hours hahahahahahahahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then keongy went off at around 4pm to meet ahem ahem. and we went off soon after too, to be early to get a spot for our fireworks. and being the homegrown singaporeans we are, we managed to get ourselves lost in Raffles Place. what an achievement hahahahahahaha! and we walked quite some distance and finally ...!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we're still lost hahahahahahahahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we found our way around Fullerton Hotel, and saw quite some ppl camping at the Merlion area along Nicoll Highway. so we were reconsidering our Marina Square option, and finally we decided to stay there, as there is a considerable size of open air area around there. yeah, we had to endure quite a bit of sun, ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wooh! the planes were awesome! simply awesome! so neat and really sets me thinking how wonderful it would be being a pilot. wooh! *michael! ure wearing specs. drop the idea, or drop the specs. (:*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after which, we waited quite a while for the fireworks. okay this paragraph is going to be simple. "Beautiful beyond words" is what i can say. if u wanna noe what i mean, msn me for the videos. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and here, the beautiful and perfect day, finally came to an end! wooh! a very special day, with a very special person! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.photoi.org/share/upload/1915846261/ndp_01.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.photoi.org/share/upload/1902963907/ndp_07.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.photoi.org/share/upload/1521743305/ndp_08.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.photoi.org/share/upload/1536691122/ndp_09.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.photoi.org/share/upload/100277740/ndp_11.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.photoi.org/share/upload/494636974/ndp_13.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.photoi.org/share/upload/1696963346/ndp_14.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.photoi.org/share/upload/158964386/ndp_15.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.photoi.org/share/upload/1016985061/ndp_16.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.photoi.org/share/upload/1388637704/dscf0095.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wooh! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9921872-112386190874950735?l=x-skyline-x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9921872/posts/default/112386190874950735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9921872/posts/default/112386190874950735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-skyline-x.blogspot.com/2005/08/national-day-aka-perfect-day.html' title='national day aka perfect day!'/><author><name>mY faThEr's sOn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12711408092361103929</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9921872.post-112342618656537007</id><published>2005-08-07T21:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-07T22:56:17.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hello.</title><content type='html'>this is great! 2 months without blogging! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;been super super super super super super super super super super super super super super super super super super super super super super super super super super super super super super super super super super super super super super super super super super super super super super super super super super super super super super super super super super super super super super super super super super super super super super super super super super super busy! ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a great lot of things happened. i gained some, i lost some, its been a rocky journey thru what felt like 2 years when it has only been 2 months. =S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess i miss overnight fishing with tze keong during weekends. but then again, he's busy becoz he's got a girlfriend now, and im busy becoz of the same reason too. but then again, im not too restricted. (: but i guess he is not too, just that he likes to spend time with his gf. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah, red bean, best wishes to u and steffi! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one thing leads to another, i guess. why do i say so? becoz i lost something precious to me. the first bike i own. ): and i would be lying if i say i dun miss it. yeah, but i guess its very much worth it, considering what i gained upon selling the bike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guess what? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.photoi.org/share/upload/559559832/dsc01127.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, the first thing that comes to your mind when u see that picture is correct. lol. i guess she is the best thing that happened to me in this year. like a guardian angel in reality, she gives me the moral support and love whom few people have managed to gimme in the past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;name some? tze keong, cheepo, amanda, xiu si!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blessings that god sent me somewhere in my path thru life, like cheepo and tze keong are colleagues turned best frens. i do appreciate them seeing light and not turning their backs on me when somehow everybody else did. honestly, i have never said or did anything to mean harm to them, so why did this happen? oh wells, things happen for a reason. maybe the time for me to realise the reason simply havent came yet. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and anyways, talk about schoolwork. this semester is a fricken stressed semester, which piled me with 20 or 40 or 50 page reports to write. and what is better is that my group mates are real "hardworking" dudes with simply mistook their brains for roti prata and ate it. ok im sorry. i noe i shouldn't insult roti prata like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, stress had been tremendous, so much so that pimples are popping out everywhere! back of my neck, my back, my arms, and a tiny one on my face. lol. yeah, and as u all may noe, im a great shitter. i shit like....... alot. and the stress is somehow keeping the shit within me and im shitting lesser already. u noe, somehow i feel more tired when im walking becoz of less shit coming out, which equals to more weight on my body hahahahahahahahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah. so far life have been that good (or sucky), can anybody please please please join me for a japanese steamboat bbq buffet for destress? amanda! i will gladly give u a treat! u just have to be here hahahahahahahahahahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this sucks, tml is national day eve and i had planned to skip school but hey, extra lessons popped up and its important, so yeah. this is so not fair compared to some people who GOT 3 DAYS WORTH OF HOLIDAYS BECOZ OF THE FRICKEN NATIONAL DAY! ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not fair! ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and just today i was discussing with tze keong, how to buy a condom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok wait, that was a typo error.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...... how to buy a condominium. =S he says one only needs a big break, strike TOTO and get $1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok sorry i left out the "m"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..... $1m and spend $800,000 on a condo, and the remaining $200,000 buying TOTO again hahahahahahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol. okay i think the reports have somehow screwed up somebody's brains.&lt;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;honestly, tell me the truth, is it my brain?&lt;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;yes?&lt;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;cant be! its impossible!!!!&lt;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;i dun actually have a brain.&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/9921872-112342618656537007?l=x-skyline-x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9921872/posts/default/112342618656537007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9921872/posts/default/112342618656537007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-skyline-x.blogspot.com/2005/08/hello.html' title='hello.'/><author><name>mY faThEr's sOn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12711408092361103929</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9921872.post-111777320431970772</id><published>2005-06-03T12:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-03T12:33:24.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lol.</title><content type='html'>some people in my year 2 class thought that i bring the 2 helmets for fun and i take the mrt holding the helmet. -_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;isn't that obvious? how would be so sick as to take a bus or mrt holding a helmet? *ok apart from those who are going to the various driving centres learning the motorbike course.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another guy even said i should wear the helmet when im on the mrt just in case the train collides with another train and i'll be safe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O........M.......G&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lame ppl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im bored. should i wag the last lesson which is at 3pm and go and relac one corner with cheepo and randal? hmmmmm..&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/9921872-111777320431970772?l=x-skyline-x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9921872/posts/default/111777320431970772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9921872/posts/default/111777320431970772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-skyline-x.blogspot.com/2005/06/lol.html' title='lol.'/><author><name>mY faThEr's sOn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12711408092361103929</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9921872.post-111776178291213867</id><published>2005-06-03T09:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-03T09:23:02.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'>friday!</title><content type='html'>its friday! anybody free tonight?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me, cheepo, randal, cheekeong, chekkuan going to geylang eat good food!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;must come ok? =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.20am. nothing to do leh. waiting to go for lessons which is at 10am. and i predict it will only be at most an hour long and that means a break from 11am - 3pm. 4 friggin hours what am i gonna do? =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so boring! =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;*no money no money no money...*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh!&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/9921872-111776178291213867?l=x-skyline-x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9921872/posts/default/111776178291213867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9921872/posts/default/111776178291213867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-skyline-x.blogspot.com/2005/06/friday.html' title='friday!'/><author><name>mY faThEr's sOn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12711408092361103929</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9921872.post-111770047807442806</id><published>2005-06-02T16:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-02T16:21:18.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'>campfire.</title><content type='html'>ok, then it was the campfire at 9pm. this was all the campers sitting down in the carpark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img233.echo.cx/img233/1701/dsc008170nq.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then the campfire started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the flame was just awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img141.echo.cx/img141/5515/dsc008195bm.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img24.echo.cx/img24/7021/dsc008235cg.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img231.echo.cx/img231/6990/dsc008263cg.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is my favourite peekture for the fire! simply awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img201.echo.cx/img201/5951/dsc008259bm.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then there was performances by the various groups. some were awesome! some were boring, well, at least they tried! nevertheless good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this, IS A GUY! funny ass guy. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img101.echo.cx/img101/7117/dsc008296jv.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol. that's about it. but im really laughing my ass off when im posting this.&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/9921872-111770047807442806?l=x-skyline-x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9921872/posts/default/111770047807442806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9921872/posts/default/111770047807442806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-skyline-x.blogspot.com/2005/06/campfire.html' title='campfire.'/><author><name>mY faThEr's sOn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12711408092361103929</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9921872.post-111769951749325968</id><published>2005-06-02T16:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-02T16:05:17.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'>UG Camp 2005</title><content type='html'>everybody at the scene!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;flag lowering session *which i think is the lamest part of the whole camp.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img214.echo.cx/img214/5479/dsc007984lx.jpg"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9921872-111769951749325968?l=x-skyline-x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9921872/posts/default/111769951749325968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9921872/posts/default/111769951749325968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-skyline-x.blogspot.com/2005/06/ug-camp-2005_02.html' title='UG Camp 2005'/><author><name>mY faThEr's sOn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12711408092361103929</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9921872.post-111769938466325852</id><published>2005-06-02T15:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-02T16:03:04.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'>UG Camp 2005</title><content type='html'>ok, so i went back to this combined uniformed groups camp aka UG Camp 2005 to be an instructor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met with many many hilarious things! but unfortunately i only have my camera with me on one of the days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL. this guy, FUNNY!!!!!! WAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img19.echo.cx/img19/5841/dsc007922mp.jpg"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9921872-111769938466325852?l=x-skyline-x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9921872/posts/default/111769938466325852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9921872/posts/default/111769938466325852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-skyline-x.blogspot.com/2005/06/ug-camp-2005.html' title='UG Camp 2005'/><author><name>mY faThEr's sOn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12711408092361103929</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9921872.post-111769917342990511</id><published>2005-06-02T15:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-02T15:59:33.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cute students.</title><content type='html'>see what cute students i have!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;muahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img91.echo.cx/img91/606/dsc007893pu.jpg"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9921872-111769917342990511?l=x-skyline-x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9921872/posts/default/111769917342990511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9921872/posts/default/111769917342990511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-skyline-x.blogspot.com/2005/06/cute-students.html' title='cute students.'/><author><name>mY faThEr's sOn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12711408092361103929</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9921872.post-111769899809924016</id><published>2005-06-02T15:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-02T15:56:38.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'>arloe.</title><content type='html'>muahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first week of school was nothing much. walk here, walk there. nothing to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;broke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can't post in forum, wth!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so borings!&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/9921872-111769899809924016?l=x-skyline-x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9921872/posts/default/111769899809924016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9921872/posts/default/111769899809924016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-skyline-x.blogspot.com/2005/06/arloe.html' title='arloe.'/><author><name>mY faThEr's sOn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12711408092361103929</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9921872.post-111690098105245215</id><published>2005-05-24T10:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-24T10:16:21.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'>acting fake tourists at esplanade.</title><content type='html'>one day of acting fake tourists at the Esplanade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we started off the day with lunch at LJS, here's my new creation, Cheese Coleslaw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img179.echo.cx/img179/3963/dsc007607wm.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then off to Esplanade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img277.echo.cx/img277/3311/dsc007614xy.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tallest building in Singapore! looks absolutely great with the sky!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img289.echo.cx/img289/981/dsc007644cw.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's our menu for the Most Popular Hotspots to Commit Suicide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img162.echo.cx/img162/2550/dsc007658nd.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;durian shell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img187.echo.cx/img187/6720/dsc007740oi.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 durian shells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img278.echo.cx/img278/545/dsc007755dx.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bird's eye view? ok not so bird's eye. not high enough. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img269.echo.cx/img269/8199/dsc007768wb.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;arloe my dearest bestest meimei Si!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img285.echo.cx/img285/6329/dsc007726tc.jpg"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9921872-111690098105245215?l=x-skyline-x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9921872/posts/default/111690098105245215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9921872/posts/default/111690098105245215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-skyline-x.blogspot.com/2005/05/acting-fake-tourists-at-esplanade.html' title='acting fake tourists at esplanade.'/><author><name>mY faThEr's sOn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12711408092361103929</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9921872.post-111689991720321755</id><published>2005-05-24T09:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-24T09:58:37.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'>post holiday</title><content type='html'>tuesday morning, one day after the vesak day holiday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was wondering to myself. thinking to myself. pondering to myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im happier after all! becoz i realised i dun really need that thing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it just seems like that thing is all out to prove its intelligence, sometimes treat u like a little kid even though ure older than it, take the trouble to explain 1 + 1 = 2 to u, where u already noe. thinks that it is the most unique and hard to understand thing on this earth, where u wont be able to understand the features and the way it works even though u do 10 years worth of research on it. thinks that no matter how well, how in-depth the knowledge u have of it, it will always have another function, another use, another feature. there is no instructional manual, that i can accept, that there should never be one in the first place. but even biore men's facial wash has directions of usage printed on the back of the bottle. if the thing never bothered to let me noe about itself, how the hell would i noe how to use it with care? then might as well have a plain white bottle without any words printed on it? if the company marketing this product, never bothered to let the consumers noe the powerful advantages and usages of this product, and the consumer upon buying the product, doesn't noe how to use it, how u can expect the consumer to buy a second and third bottle, and continue supporting the product? makes simple sense doesn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess im really happier without the thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i guess i really laughed when the thing put a message across to me, telling me not to be sad and not to think too much when the thing is the one sad and thinking too much becoz its going to be stripped off the market.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy happy happy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9921872-111689991720321755?l=x-skyline-x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9921872/posts/default/111689991720321755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9921872/posts/default/111689991720321755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-skyline-x.blogspot.com/2005/05/post-holiday.html' title='post holiday'/><author><name>mY faThEr's sOn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12711408092361103929</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9921872.post-111686587964879651</id><published>2005-05-24T00:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-24T00:31:19.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'>thoughts</title><content type='html'>had quite some fun with some budget activity with Si today. lol went to esplanade, acting as fake tourists. taking pictures etc. lol. crapped along the way. so fun hor? lol. cheap activity, but so hot! but overall still not bad lah. kekeke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we headed down to orchard, also dunno anyhow pom also can get the correct way and get down to orchard. -__- walk walk here walk walk there loh. no money, can buy nothing. only can see, cannot buy. the saliva almost dripping out leh. so many things to buy yet so little money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we saw this beautiful men's bracelet at wisma. guess how much? $439 leh! and its just a bracelet. but very man looking and nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then lynn and her bf kainne came loh. walked around aimlessly then ate. something wrong with Si's food. not nice de. :( then abit sian, walk walk abit then go off liao, i send Si to meet Lance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh! abit sian leh now. no life. no money = no life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;practically went all over singapore with my baby. muahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bery fun leh. but also quite dangerous. safer to ride alone. easier to maneuvre. easier to check safety. easier to pick up speed too. kekeke. but the petrol money is bery siong. i mean wtf? 5 days and i pumped $27 worth of petrol? cannot be right? gonna check my fuel tank soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now hidayat bought an extra speedometer cable for me and i must pay him. fugs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that fuckin taxi driver, drive so fuckin fast and anyhow change lane without checking the safety. almost hit the Mini and forced the Mini to swerve to the right almost hitting the metal guard and the right side of the highway. fuckin taxi drivers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this beauty, a yellow Maserati Cambiocorsa Spyder overtake me even when im at 120km/h leh! and he overtook me at like at least 30 or 40km/h faster than me. and i went "OMG!" lol. its such a beauty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enough dreaming mike. kekeke. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;car of the day - Lotus Elise 111R&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img174.echo.cx/img174/5138/dsc007787xd.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img192.echo.cx/img192/2633/dsc007819ot.jpg"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9921872-111686587964879651?l=x-skyline-x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9921872/posts/default/111686587964879651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9921872/posts/default/111686587964879651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-skyline-x.blogspot.com/2005/05/thoughts_24.html' title='thoughts'/><author><name>mY faThEr's sOn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12711408092361103929</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9921872.post-111678076075907145</id><published>2005-05-23T00:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-23T00:52:40.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bike</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://img84.echo.cx/img84/6987/dsc00757a2bg.jpg"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9921872-111678076075907145?l=x-skyline-x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9921872/posts/default/111678076075907145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9921872/posts/default/111678076075907145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-skyline-x.blogspot.com/2005/05/bike.html' title='bike'/><author><name>mY faThEr's sOn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12711408092361103929</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9921872.post-111642096534550571</id><published>2005-05-18T20:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-18T20:56:05.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i passed.</title><content type='html'>i passed. i really passed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IM SO HAPPY!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;unker chek told me to get hidayat's lucky helmet, it worked! the helmet has a good record of passing 3 TP's and failing none!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but anyway, things are really going good for me. firstly, i set the record of taking the shortest duration, from the registration date to the passing day. 2 months and 9 days! means i never failed any practical before and i sorta used the smallest amount of money to complete the whole course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im fortunate, lucky, blessed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks to my brudder renhan! met me at bbdc straight upon noeing i passed, and immediately added me the subrider so that i can ride the bike immediately! so guess what, the bike is downstairs, underneath my block now! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but the irony is this, im always enthu about riding, but after one day on the roads today, i felt abit scared. maybe becoz of the features of the bike that dun gimme enough security, the mirrors vibrate thus i can't see no shit in the mirrors. i cant switch on the headlights as per normal, need to change the battery. sigh. but i guessed i'll be more confident when i ride more on the roads!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bet i didn't feel as scared when i rode from orchard back home without a license. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;must really thanks to all my buddies who gave me all the encouragement and tips that really allowed me to pass. and thanks to my dearest meimei! who met me early in the morning to accompany me. thanks dear meimei!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, before u all ask for rides from me, please let me have a trial period, get used to the bike first, i wont wanna put anyone of u in any danger with me, u noe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cptc is ending in 2 days, and one more week of holidays before school reopens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;take care u guys. see u soon!&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/9921872-111642096534550571?l=x-skyline-x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9921872/posts/default/111642096534550571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9921872/posts/default/111642096534550571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-skyline-x.blogspot.com/2005/05/i-passed.html' title='i passed.'/><author><name>mY faThEr's sOn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12711408092361103929</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9921872.post-111579278173338237</id><published>2005-05-11T14:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-11T14:26:21.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'>shift work!</title><content type='html'>the time now is 2pm. time now is 2pm. 2pm is the time now. time now is 2pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if im lucky, next week, this day, this time, i should be all over singapore with my baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok nvm bout that. hahaha. overwhelmed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shift work is starting today onwards. means 12 hour shifts from either 8am to 8pm, or 8pm to 8am. which sounds like loads of fun becoz the trainers there said that its very slack and u just keep on playing cards. im having my night shift today, 8pm to 8am. i hope its fun. my sleep! what is going to happen to my sleep! can climb up to the distillation column to sleep? =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in a flash, 3 weeks at CPTC had passed and this is the fourth week. we have five scheduled weeks there, which means to say that i have 2 more weeks including this week right? hahaha. today im working, thursday and friday off, saturday and sunday working, monday, tuesday, wednesday off. thursday final examination and i can say bubbye to CPTC! yahoo!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bery happy leh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;means 3 more working days only! and one exam day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shioks right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pagani Zonda F Concept is out! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img75.echo.cx/img75/5916/paganizondaf0ux.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img228.echo.cx/img228/4658/paganizondaf13sc.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img225.echo.cx/img225/4551/paganizondaf27ht.jpg"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9921872-111579278173338237?l=x-skyline-x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9921872/posts/default/111579278173338237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9921872/posts/default/111579278173338237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-skyline-x.blogspot.com/2005/05/shift-work.html' title='shift work!'/><author><name>mY faThEr's sOn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12711408092361103929</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9921872.post-111538359230909365</id><published>2005-05-06T20:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-06T20:46:32.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cptc 3rd week ends.</title><content type='html'>oks mens. third week at CPTC is finally an end. in case u alls dunno its Chemical Process Technology Centre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*wah laus, so hard to type with a bowl of cheng tng in front of me.*&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah. and i must say that life there is getting better by the day. given the lazy ass i am, im beginning to find the lessons there interesting mens. the practicals are getting more fun, lectures............. so so lah. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;climb the distillation column which is like 7 or 8 stories high. quite scary, but still quite fun. no i dun have a fear of heights. kekeke. I DIDN'T REALISE I WEIGH SO MUCH NOW THAT IVE GROWN UP! the last time i climb a ladder was probably when i was still a kid and climbing a ladder is easy as........... climbing a ladder? lol now its like so strenous, climb also will pant and outta breath. lol. ure getting old mike! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;less than 2 weeks to my TP test! im so happy. if i pass the TP, means i will have a bike immediately the day i pass. all my buddies and sisters pray for me pls. 18/05/05 - no rain and nice testers and a good touch of skill on my part. pray! thankiug!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wahahahaha. mike... so much rubbish is spurting from your mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for some reasons lah. life is getting good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;take care everybady!&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/9921872-111538359230909365?l=x-skyline-x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9921872/posts/default/111538359230909365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9921872/posts/default/111538359230909365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-skyline-x.blogspot.com/2005/05/cptc-3rd-week-ends.html' title='cptc 3rd week ends.'/><author><name>mY faThEr's sOn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12711408092361103929</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9921872.post-111443983931446417</id><published>2005-04-25T22:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-25T22:37:19.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'>seoul garden</title><content type='html'>left with 2 more practicals to complete before i go for my TP test!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but anyways, met up with my dear little meimei at jurong point on sunday, went to eat seoul garden! i must really agree that, when round face meimei and me are together, we're very crazy. i still think nobody understands me better than round face meimei! ure the best, Si!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was so hungry wor. i just ate and ate and ate and ate. Si ate seoul garden for the 3rd time this week. so rich wor! wahahaha actually is i forced her to eat ones. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all the way thru the meal, duno whether to call it lunch or dinner becoz it was like 3pm, we were crapping and crapping like the good old times. its still so so comfortable with her around and i can really be myself. even if i disgrace myself, its ok becoz we've known each other for so long! *big smile*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but anyways, i got dizzy after the meal, maybe becoz of the beef was unfresh or i ate too much. took cab home - WASTE MONEY. *shakes head*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;must meet up go walk walk again k Si?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;korkor lubs meimei deeps deeps. Si is my bestest meimei. *big smile*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9921872-111443983931446417?l=x-skyline-x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9921872/posts/default/111443983931446417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9921872/posts/default/111443983931446417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-skyline-x.blogspot.com/2005/04/seoul-garden.html' title='seoul garden'/><author><name>mY faThEr's sOn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12711408092361103929</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9921872.post-111400626713287311</id><published>2005-04-20T21:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-20T22:11:07.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'>attachment at cptc</title><content type='html'>oks mens. i finally started my attachment 2 days ago on monday at Chemical Process Technology Centre. but the thing is, i dun like it there at all! =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok first day - went there. and only stepped into nowhere except the auditorium and cafeteria. the food sucks. the price sucks. everything sucks about the cafe. except they have this PeelFresh Blackcurrant Juice. kekeke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we practically did nothing there! what they teach is what they have taught us in school! so basically it was go there, sleep, lunch eat, go back sleep, den 5pm take bus home. no life right? =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oks second day - they brought a soccer ball. i actually didn't want to play but god made it so that i can play. normally i dun like to get myself all wet with perspiration and go into classes. but i realised i was wearing a t-shirt with a polo tee over it and i have another sweater in my bag. so i could change! and i realised i was getting fat so i needed to get some exercise. wahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;played soccer at 8.30am before lessons started, 12.30pm during lunch break, and 4.30pm when we ended class early. wahahaha. that is quite some exercise for me. so much so my thighs and feet are aching. wahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oks third day - its my best day so far...&lt;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;no im not gonna tell u why today is so good. its personal! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh she must be the reason why God made a girl~"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9921872-111400626713287311?l=x-skyline-x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9921872/posts/default/111400626713287311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9921872/posts/default/111400626713287311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-skyline-x.blogspot.com/2005/04/attachment-at-cptc.html' title='attachment at cptc'/><author><name>mY faThEr's sOn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12711408092361103929</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9921872.post-111371114028641633</id><published>2005-04-17T11:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-17T12:12:20.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fishing on sunday morning 2am!</title><content type='html'>lol fishing on sunday morning 2am!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me, cheepo, red bean reached there and set up our equipment. so crowded mens the jetty, saturday night and all the old unkers dun need to work, all camp there fishing. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but anyway, as usual, red bean was the fastest to set up the equipment. kekeke. and then!!!!! the climax!!!!!! he immediately.........!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;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;&lt;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;&lt;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;went to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-__________-||&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the rest of the trip was as per normal. waiting and waiting and waiting. i think fishing in gonna turn the impatient person i am into a patient guy. so next time u wanna irritate me, go ahead. i dont think i'll get pissed. but u cant be sure i wont hook u up with a fish hook! muahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheepo aka muthu balakrishna s/o govindasamy rajareswaran was the first to have a bite!!! his virgin catch! lol he was so happy and excited. and he didn't dare to take the hook outta the fish's mouth for fear of hurting him. muahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then red bean had his catch. pufferfish! when he held the fish in his hands going to release the fish back to the sea, the fish jumped outta his hands and hit it's head on the edge before dropping back to the sea! lol i was thinking if the fish might have a concussion and suffer amnesia, forgetting its a fish and forgot how to swim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but a drowning fish? nah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;muahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;red bean KO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img237.echo.cx/img237/8301/dsc005964ne.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheepo KO too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img169.echo.cx/img169/3296/dsc005976zw.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as usual, dark and cold windy night, and as usual, no luck. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img36.echo.cx/img36/1805/dsc006013qo.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;beautiful sunrise for u alls. lotsa clouds!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img227.echo.cx/img227/4549/dsc006041js.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another beautiful sunrise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img57.echo.cx/img57/2945/dsc006113pm.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheepo's virgin catch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img118.echo.cx/img118/7420/dsc006074ff.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheepo's victim!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img166.echo.cx/img166/2339/dsc006085pb.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;red bean is catching pufferfishes all his life. muahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img159.echo.cx/img159/5792/dsc006097bu.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's all folks! take care all!&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9921872-111371114028641633?l=x-skyline-x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9921872/posts/default/111371114028641633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9921872/posts/default/111371114028641633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-skyline-x.blogspot.com/2005/04/fishing-on-sunday-morning-2am.html' title='fishing on sunday morning 2am!'/><author><name>mY faThEr's sOn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12711408092361103929</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9921872.post-111362495726110616</id><published>2005-04-16T12:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-16T12:15:57.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'>EXAMS ARE OBER!!!</title><content type='html'>exams finally finished liaoz! whether pass or fail, it for me to worry about 3 weeks later. for now, its enjoying time, making up for the time allocated for fishing, gaming, nua-ing, sleeping!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn almost everyday of the study week i only had 5 hours of sleep. no wonder now im sick. but who cares! muahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;suddenly i find myself to be cherishing the little moments where i dont have to think about work, like now as im typing this. so thankfuls mens. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ive got an attachment programme at jurong island, learning in some chemical plant. no pay, no food provided. nothing. we even have to pay for the bus ourselves. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that means....... NO HOLIDAYS FOR ME! except for today, and sunday. then im locked to the bloody programme for 5 weeks, and finally i have ONE week of holiday after that.&lt;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 AM SO STUFFED!!!&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/9921872-111362495726110616?l=x-skyline-x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9921872/posts/default/111362495726110616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9921872/posts/default/111362495726110616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-skyline-x.blogspot.com/2005/04/exams-are-ober.html' title='EXAMS ARE OBER!!!'/><author><name>mY faThEr's sOn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12711408092361103929</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9921872.post-111245977177011196</id><published>2005-04-03T00:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-03T00:36:11.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'>movie mistakes</title><content type='html'>hi everybady. once again long time no see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lately exam fever. sibeis sians mens. really uber lost forms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but anyway somebody shared some funny things with me and i tot i'll share it with u all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they're movie mistakes. mistakes spotted in a movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enjoy everybady.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;take care!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's a plane in the roman times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img215.exs.cx/img215/1637/moviemistake4kp.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;having a hostage situation but finger not on the trigger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img119.exs.cx/img119/2416/moviemistake25yu.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's a metal wristwatch in the ancient chinese dynasties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img131.exs.cx/img131/9776/moviemistake36nm.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;did i see adidas?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img170.exs.cx/img170/2168/moviemistake45oi.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's all folks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;take care!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9921872-111245977177011196?l=x-skyline-x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9921872/posts/default/111245977177011196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9921872/posts/default/111245977177011196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-skyline-x.blogspot.com/2005/04/movie-mistakes.html' title='movie mistakes'/><author><name>mY faThEr's sOn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12711408092361103929</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9921872.post-111106363584114384</id><published>2005-03-17T20:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-17T20:47:15.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hello everbady</title><content type='html'>hello everybady. long time no see. how are u all? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;take care k guys? =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;exams are drawing near. in about 2 weeks time. and i havent started yet. i need to do something about it man. =) all SP ppl. GO STUDY!! NOW!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school has been so boring. boring to tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;siGhhhhhhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to everybody of my buddies... here a toast to u! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img124.exs.cx/img124/6311/dsc005212nt.jpg"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9921872-111106363584114384?l=x-skyline-x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9921872/posts/default/111106363584114384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9921872/posts/default/111106363584114384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-skyline-x.blogspot.com/2005/03/hello-everbady.html' title='hello everbady'/><author><name>mY faThEr's sOn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12711408092361103929</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9921872.post-111088044283821769</id><published>2005-03-15T17:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-15T17:54:02.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my mini pride and joy...</title><content type='html'>lol. everybody! this is my mini pride and joy... *big smile*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img17.exs.cx/img17/9539/dsc005535vk.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img96.exs.cx/img96/7806/dsc005563cp.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i136.exs.cx/img136/2311/dsc005585bm.jpg"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9921872-111088044283821769?l=x-skyline-x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9921872/posts/default/111088044283821769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9921872/posts/default/111088044283821769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-skyline-x.blogspot.com/2005/03/my-mini-pride-and-joy.html' title='my mini pride and joy...'/><author><name>mY faThEr's sOn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12711408092361103929</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9921872.post-111016539581115893</id><published>2005-03-07T11:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-07T11:16:35.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ok i made the decision...</title><content type='html'>im getting a bike license. after months of considering. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;prolli gonna register this wednesday. dun ask me how the money come about... i haben planned that part yet. ^0^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need some transport dammit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im in school. no good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;take care guys.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9921872-111016539581115893?l=x-skyline-x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9921872/posts/default/111016539581115893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9921872/posts/default/111016539581115893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-skyline-x.blogspot.com/2005/03/ok-i-made-decision.html' title='ok i made the decision...'/><author><name>mY faThEr's sOn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12711408092361103929</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9921872.post-111011084325674474</id><published>2005-03-06T19:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-06T20:07:23.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fishing..</title><content type='html'>wow everyone. long time no see. damn all the shit around me lately made me have no time and mood to blog. apologies. i hope everybody reading this are fine. take care heh u guys? =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went fishing with chek kuan and chee keong ytd. met at an unearthly time of 4.30am at east coast. me and chee keong started first. chek was pissed that he cant find the way. lol. so long since i last fished, i completely forgotten all the knots and stuff. cheekeong casted his rod like a full half an hour before i finally casted mine. and i have another rod to set up. =S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;set up a hammock and laid for a while, and realised that my silly prawns as bait are not working. the meat just loosens up and drifts off the hook. den we used sotong as bait. good good! hahaha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got so tired. i fell asleep on the hammock for half an hour, until chek scared me by placing his catch in front of my face! cheekeong caught 4, chek caught 2, my luck was the worst, i only caught one. what the hell? hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah.. i caught the sunrise. lovely. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's Mr. Chee Keong's first catch of the day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=" http://img93.exs.cx/img93/7963/dsc005300cp.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Chee Keong with the sunrise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img93.exs.cx/img93/9452/dsc005318yw.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Chek Kuan with the sunrise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img93.exs.cx/img93/7234/dsc005344pn.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Radiant sunrise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img93.exs.cx/img93/4083/dsc005404af.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Radiant sunrise 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img93.exs.cx/img93/8435/dsc005430kw.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Chee Keong &amp; Me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img93.exs.cx/img93/8721/dsc005498ia.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and there's my first and last catch. =S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img93.exs.cx/img93/6337/dsc005519fq.jpg"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9921872-111011084325674474?l=x-skyline-x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9921872/posts/default/111011084325674474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9921872/posts/default/111011084325674474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-skyline-x.blogspot.com/2005/03/fishing.html' title='fishing..'/><author><name>mY faThEr's sOn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12711408092361103929</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9921872.post-110844093787172686</id><published>2005-02-15T12:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-15T16:13:40.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'>chinese new year.</title><content type='html'>this chinese new year aint that fun after all. it seems like everyone has grown up and those kinda feelings we had for each other are no longer there. that is so sad right, your own cousins look at each other and give that kinda face. no good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somehow i feel that chinese new year for me has no more meaning other than to gather in one house and collect red packets, get money and then gamble. and becoz of groups who are gambling on mahjong, groups gambling on cards, the feeling of ppl sitting down in one house to talk and bond is never there. i still prefer one huge group sitting in one house and bond and talk, rather than gamble our asses out. =S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing to do, so i went to gamble as well. won money. quite alot in fact. but im not happy. why? =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;siGh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;depression? lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;naH!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9921872-110844093787172686?l=x-skyline-x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9921872/posts/default/110844093787172686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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title='chalet pics'/><author><name>mY faThEr's sOn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12711408092361103929</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9921872.post-110789382324796053</id><published>2005-02-09T04:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-09T04:17:03.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'>chalet day 2</title><content type='html'>they were supposed to wake me up at 9.45am to go and return the bikes. somehow i didn't hear them calling me and i woke up only at 10.30am. damn. i still cant believe i didn't manage to wake up becoz im a light sleeper. guess the night cycling totally knocked me out.. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woke up. had breakfast. blah blah blah. talk cock. went back to sleep again. 12pm to 2.30pm. that was when serena, another serena from nyp msged me and woke me up. surprise surprise she was coming down to east coast to skate that day. wahaha. im meeting 2 serenas in one day for one same activity. yeah. and then i went down to the skating rink to meet up serena, my "disciple". lol. dunno if im good enough to have one. dun dare to say im good enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;skate, skate, skate. im getting really lazy. and its so crowded. it almost impossible to do a jump. =S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went back to the chalet. introduced serena to my class. almost immediately she clicked with my classmates. lol. and that "auntie" ever said to me that she was anti-social. rubbish. lol. nobody would have thought u were older than us, serena! ure too.... young! lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yeah. after the bbq it was some shower and we went out to the beach. but there was too little space to lie on and there were alot of mosquitoes, so we went back to the chalet. i started to play with fire with the remaining charcoal. was supposed to ONLY play with the fire but in the end i started another bbq by myself. lol. sheesh. there were leftover food anyways! dun say im greedy. =S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was the usual talking cock session for our gang. and we finally fell asleep at 3am. everyone KO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pics coming up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9921872-110789382324796053?l=x-skyline-x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9921872/posts/default/110789382324796053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9921872/posts/default/110789382324796053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-skyline-x.blogspot.com/2005/02/chalet-day-2.html' title='chalet day 2'/><author><name>mY faThEr's sOn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12711408092361103929</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9921872.post-110778743924889373</id><published>2005-02-07T22:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-07T22:43:59.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'>chalet day 1</title><content type='html'>we reached at 3pm and checked in, only to find that the floor of the chalet was so dirty! so we sort of cleaned up a little bit and went upstairs to have a little bit of henna fun. lol. pang kun drew a pile of shit on wenhui. wahaha. we then rent our bikes at 5.30pm and soon set off for parkway parade to get our foodstuffs for the bbq. dammit kok hong "pang sehed" us and went off on his own with pang kun following behind. fiak. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;came back at 7.30pm and ordered our pizzas, only to have it arrive at 9.30pm. lol. yam seng~! and slacked until everyone who was out came back and started on our expedition to changi village.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stunt no.1 : i was riding with pang kun side by side, and i was keeping my eye on the road, and he suddenly swore and when i turned my head, he was heading straight to the tree and almost hit it. ^0^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stunt no.2 : kok and hidayat managed to share one bike, which i still dun understand how they did it. ^0^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stunt no.3 : izzuwan rode up on my right side, and kok and hidayat on my right and suddenly they just closed in on me. "giap" me in between and lucky me jumped off my bike to escape injuries. wahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stunt no.4 : we were approaching the safra resorts, quite bright already actually and aloysius crashed into a big barrier which was so obvious on the road. was red colour somemore. made me laugh non stop for 10 mins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reached back at the chalet at 5.30am. by the time we finished our showers, all were dead beat. talk talk until 7am and slept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lazy to type now. day 2 coming up! hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9921872-110778743924889373?l=x-skyline-x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9921872/posts/default/110778743924889373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9921872/posts/default/110778743924889373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-skyline-x.blogspot.com/2005/02/chalet-day-1.html' title='chalet day 1'/><author><name>mY faThEr's sOn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12711408092361103929</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9921872.post-110717697911605586</id><published>2005-01-31T21:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-31T21:09:39.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sunday..</title><content type='html'>sleep in... 12pm wake up... met serena at jurong east mrt.. and we were down to east coast to skate!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but too bad... i cant do any training becoz there is like one extremely big pimple at my calf and it hurts like mad.. so its back to my little red shoes... wahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;serena made improvementS! hahaha.. dunno if she enjoyed the slopes.. all i noe she was very nervous.. haha.. so tense! and she made some comments like she feels so strange becoz somebody 6 yrs younger than her is taking care of her... not the other way round.. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheepo seems to be feeling down.. i dunno... he went to east coast to see the sea on saturday... and he came on sunday too.. dunno what on earth is bugging him.. or maybe he just likes it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we then mucked around at parkway.. see shoes.. see jackets.. and rotiboy.. lol.. this is the first time i saw someone so happy at eating a bun.. wahahha.. the simple pleasures of life.. ^0^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lai lai.. tml we're skating.. got ppl wanna come? wehehehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9921872-110717697911605586?l=x-skyline-x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9921872/posts/default/110717697911605586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9921872/posts/default/110717697911605586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-skyline-x.blogspot.com/2005/01/sunday.html' title='sunday..'/><author><name>mY faThEr's sOn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12711408092361103929</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9921872.post-110701437783545785</id><published>2005-01-29T23:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-29T23:59:37.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cfc!</title><content type='html'>cfc = champions for christ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what can i say man... they're great.. cool.. and very very friendly! =O)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i kind of expected a pastor wearing the robes and preach hours of the Bible.. but i went there and i saw disco lights.. and a drum set and electric guitar... and i tot to myself im gonna like this.. wahhaha.. there was so much jumping and it was so lively! the drummer was good.. haha.. and no mandi, that was not the only thing i liked about tonight.. hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was actually very amazed by that "tongues" thingy.. mandi said it was speaking in a language u dun understand, but it actually meant to praise the Lord..  *amAzEd*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saw samantha! wahaha.. she looks nicer from the photos.. her hairstyle is really nice.. suits her.. and she's really friendly too.. =O)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and there's a few guys from SP as well.. year 2.. well i guess there are alot of ppl there who are 18.. =O)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what can i say man... i ENJOYED today... wahahhaa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9921872-110701437783545785?l=x-skyline-x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9921872/posts/default/110701437783545785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9921872/posts/default/110701437783545785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-skyline-x.blogspot.com/2005/01/cfc.html' title='cfc!'/><author><name>mY faThEr's sOn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12711408092361103929</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9921872.post-110692830548674731</id><published>2005-01-28T23:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-29T00:05:05.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Skating on Wednesday!</title><content type='html'>aloysius was supposed to go to east coast to book our chalet.. den suddenly we had a brainwave and decided to go to skate at east coast! wahahaha.. suddenly everyone was so excited about skating... hehehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;called up mandi and winnie..  and we all went together! a few hilarious moments.. izzuwan saw me do "shoot the duck" which is squatting down and holding one leg out.. not as easy as it seems.. wahaha.. he kept falling and falling.. wahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and for the first time in my skating life... someone told me moving backwards is easier than moving forwards... lol right mandi?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all in all... everyone improved!! wahaha.. im so happy my classmates are liking the sport that i really like!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img186.exs.cx/img186/4041/manceme8nc.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img180.exs.cx/img180/4167/mancemewinnie0uo.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9921872-110692830548674731?l=x-skyline-x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9921872/posts/default/110692830548674731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9921872/posts/default/110692830548674731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-skyline-x.blogspot.com/2005/01/skating-on-wednesday.html' title='Skating on Wednesday!'/><author><name>mY faThEr's sOn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12711408092361103929</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9921872.post-110657631579324023</id><published>2005-01-24T21:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-24T22:18:35.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Long time no see</title><content type='html'>hey hey guys.. long time no see.. 1 week plus since i last blogged.. been rather busy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;red bean's been gone a long time.. damn i miss him.. haha.. he's in taiwan being the support personnel for the new commandos in training.. going to taiwan to act as enemy.. i tot he was going to taiwan training how to be an enemy.. (-________-")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mr joshua had a 2-week mc.. so silly army training for him becoz he had a bad crash from skating.. lol.. and so we worked together for the last 3 days from thursday to sunday.. went everywhere.. it was hilarious! wahaha.. here is how the story goes: Law was supposed to go to a meeting at Copthorne Orchid Hotel for a dinner.. so we sort of sent him there in his limo.. and after which we were supposed to pick up auntie cheng poh from farrer road and send her to bukit batok.. but joshua went to bukit batok to pick her up.. only realised his blunder when auntie cheng poh called and asked where we are.. LOL.. and then we went to cineleisure to buy the tix for "The Aviator" and after waiting for 20 mins for a parking lot, cine doesn't not screen "The Aviator"?!?!?!?! what the hell.. and so we popped down to Plaza Singapura and finally bought the tix.. first 2 rows god dammit.. lol.. and then we were supposed to go back to Copthorne to pick up Law becoz he was supposed to go to the movie with us.. and we made like soooooooo many wrong turns en route to Copthorne. =S the movie was not bad.. but abit draggy.. hehehe.. and then, we drove the limo home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friday the whole gang went to skate! just had fun there. skate and skate and skate.. saw miss cecania.. long time no see.. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saturday.. be ahmad the whole day.. send ppl here and there..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sunday.. i went skating with serena! haha.. it was some sort of a miracle that we managed to meet.. becoz she went to the shop to buy skates on thursday.. which is where i rarely go.. and i left with her my number and she said we'll go skating together.. amazing.. haha.. she's such a nice person..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's it... today sucks.. totally.. damn~ lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah... we had some sort of a crazy photo session on wednesday.. took some rather interesting photos.. ^0^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img199.exs.cx/img199/6486/blog67ix.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img185.exs.cx/img185/9273/blog77io.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img172.exs.cx/img172/7407/blog89he.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img192.exs.cx/img192/5867/blog91ca.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9921872-110657631579324023?l=x-skyline-x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9921872/posts/default/110657631579324023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9921872/posts/default/110657631579324023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-skyline-x.blogspot.com/2005/01/long-time-no-see.html' title='Long time no see'/><author><name>mY faThEr's sOn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12711408092361103929</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9921872.post-110562910814051381</id><published>2005-01-13T23:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-13T23:11:48.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chee Keong aka Red Bean</title><content type='html'>Mr Toh Tze Keong aka Red Bean had left for taiwan for his army training. Commandos. No joke. He used to be the white white plump plump guy i noe, and now he's such a fit and charming man. u noe what the say about the army... =S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tuesday i went out with red bean, becoz my thermody buang-ed and i had no mood for school, so we borrowed his dad's car and we practically went everywhere to shop. Jurong Point, Queensway, Bugis. lol. and we found this silly stacking game which the prize was a LG phone. we missed the prize by an inch 3 timeS!!! wth. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wednesday during plant design, izzuwan fainted. scared me to bits god dammit. he fell so softly, i swear i didn't hear him fall even though i was just in front of him. chidabaram was useless. i shall save my comments about him and extend him my middle finger. the whole class waited at the emergency room for like 2 hours, maybe more and finally when he came out, he didn't talk to us much and he went off with his mum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that, met red bean at suntec and we went everywhere again. here's a riddle for u. What can be the only reason where we had a street directory but we still can't find our way?&lt;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;Ans: the street directory was in chinese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9921872-110562910814051381?l=x-skyline-x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9921872/posts/default/110562910814051381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9921872/posts/default/110562910814051381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-skyline-x.blogspot.com/2005/01/chee-keong-aka-red-bean.html' title='Chee Keong aka Red Bean'/><author><name>mY faThEr's sOn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12711408092361103929</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9921872.post-110528401459958924</id><published>2005-01-09T23:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-09T23:20:14.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Training day.</title><content type='html'>Training started at 4.30pm and true enough, i really forgotten everything after stopping for 2 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did some salchow jumps and fell 75% of my attempts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very disappointed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img56.exs.cx/img56/6180/dsc002604hs.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9921872-110528401459958924?l=x-skyline-x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9921872/posts/default/110528401459958924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9921872/posts/default/110528401459958924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-skyline-x.blogspot.com/2005/01/training-day.html' title='Training day.'/><author><name>mY faThEr's sOn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12711408092361103929</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9921872.post-110511361892846214</id><published>2005-01-07T22:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-08T00:00:18.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Some people are just so....</title><content type='html'>realistic. Really just so realistic. Makes me so disappointed to noe that i actually trusted and believed in such ppl. Just so disappointed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So so disappointed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tml's saturday, great isn't it? To noe that u have tests on monday, tuesday, wednesday, on three different modules and u noe nothing on the three mods?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday is training day, time to brush up the skills again. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dun think anyone has any idea what im talking about here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9921872-110511361892846214?l=x-skyline-x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9921872/posts/default/110511361892846214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9921872/posts/default/110511361892846214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-skyline-x.blogspot.com/2005/01/some-people-are-just-so.html' title='Some people are just so....'/><author><name>mY faThEr's sOn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12711408092361103929</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9921872.post-110492992311716981</id><published>2005-01-05T20:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-05T20:58:43.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One lazy day.</title><content type='html'>For a start, i was late for school by half an hour. Didn't learn anything during maths, didn't do anything for 2 hours outta 3 hours lecture of Plant Design. Great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ren Han's got a new bike. Played with his bike today, acceleration is good. Much faster than Hidayat's, but turning is a chore. Hidayat's XR response is very good, where Ren Han's NSR turning is difficult. Nevertheless, i still think Ren Han's bike is better coz it's shorter and i can balance the bike when stationary. LoL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After playing with the bike, its time for lunch and then down to Jurong Point to meet up with ManCe and WinNie. aRh!!! After one year of waiting, i finally got to see my dear fren in flesh! and i really mean one whole year of waiting. =S Rest of the time, walked around in Jurong Point. ManCe meant to buy a watch for her fren's 18th birthday. My! Isn't she rich! A Swatch watch as a present. ^0^ and i finally got my first Levi's jeans today. LoL. silly michael. (-_____-")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eyes hurts, went home first. Actually meant to go Suntec to take a look at the Salomon jackets i meant to buy for CNY, but too tired, low cash, eyes hurt, dun feel like walking alone, man! i can go on forever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need............... a license....... and a bike........ or car.... =S&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/9921872-110492992311716981?l=x-skyline-x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9921872/posts/default/110492992311716981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9921872/posts/default/110492992311716981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-skyline-x.blogspot.com/2005/01/one-lazy-day.html' title='One lazy day.'/><author><name>mY faThEr's sOn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12711408092361103929</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9921872.post-110483728053445067</id><published>2005-01-04T19:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-04T19:14:40.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lol.</title><content type='html'>today had been sick. laughed so much with my sisters over something being done to my nails.. but eh too bad... i havent learnt how to post pictures yet.. keep u all in suspense first..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so boring. time to tune skyline again. hehehe. see ya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9921872-110483728053445067?l=x-skyline-x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9921872/posts/default/110483728053445067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9921872/posts/default/110483728053445067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-skyline-x.blogspot.com/2005/01/lol.html' title='lol.'/><author><name>mY faThEr's sOn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12711408092361103929</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9921872.post-110476597292466324</id><published>2005-01-03T23:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-03T23:26:12.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Virgin Post!</title><content type='html'>omG. this is crazy. michael's starting a blog? too bored? hehehe. well here goes. nothing to do anyways. pardon me for this noobish layout of the blog. still not very sure how to go about designing it yet. sOoo... see ya guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9921872-110476597292466324?l=x-skyline-x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-skyline-x.blogspot.com/feeds/110476597292466324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9921872&amp;postID=110476597292466324' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9921872/posts/default/110476597292466324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9921872/posts/default/110476597292466324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-skyline-x.blogspot.com/2005/01/virgin-post.html' title='Virgin Post!'/><author><name>mY faThEr's sOn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12711408092361103929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
