<?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-8184095</id><updated>2011-04-22T09:36:45.724+08:00</updated><title type='text'>this is my blog, respect ^_^</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fazedd.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184095/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fazedd.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>jing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16945577123851529763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>22</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8184095.post-110438089657772813</id><published>2004-12-30T13:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-30T12:29:32.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'>live journal!</title><content type='html'>i have been officially kicked and banned by the board of comittee of blogger. i'm trying out livejournal and i found out its much coooooler. so people out there who use blogger, quit it and change to livejournal!! lets make livejournal the thing in 2005.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.livejounal.com/~rightballbigger"&gt;www.livejounal.com/~rightballbigger&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please relink me. arigato.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8184095-110438089657772813?l=fazedd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fazedd.blogspot.com/feeds/110438089657772813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8184095&amp;postID=110438089657772813' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184095/posts/default/110438089657772813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184095/posts/default/110438089657772813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fazedd.blogspot.com/2004/12/live-journal.html' title='live journal!'/><author><name>jing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16945577123851529763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8184095.post-110404439374510401</id><published>2004-12-26T13:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-27T09:07:32.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'>christmas</title><content type='html'>my com is so frenly to me today. i was about to blog finish already, suddenly it restarted. SHEESH. ok nvm, i shall re-blog. heh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Christmas Eve, 24th&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was invited to riverlife church for a musical concert together with my fellow runners. joce and shirs did a wonderful performance. i didn't know that they could sing so well, go join Singapore Idol 2 or 3 okay? sure win one. i'll keep voting for you. heh.. together, me and my fellow teammates went to pavillion for pool. i was rather surprised they actually let ming hui in, the little be-spectacled sec 1 but run damn fucking fast just like ronghua. in fact, he was wearing the vsxc shirt with 'Victoria' printed in bold at the back. Singapore 'Mar-ta' also human, they need to celebrate christmas together with their family and friends! so they won't go around spot-checking on little underaged boys playing pool. this way you happy, i happy, everybody happy and we shall sing christmas song together! zengyi and co left shortly after shirley and co joined in. it was getting late already.. i was too, susposed to go home with zengyi they all but shirley asked me to stay. as i'm such a nice guy can accompany her home later she get raped by some people and they give her a christmas baby HAHA. so we decided to play for an hour as the rates are damn bloody high. i had a game with shirley's fren call alvin. i beat him the first round and we played again. the last shot was my most awesome shot ever in my pool career. we cleared all the balls except for the black one, it was my turn now. i crossed-over and did a backhand shot. the white hit the black ball, and both went in the holes opposite each other. WOAH! it was around 1145 when we left pavillion and headed home. joel joined me and shirs and together, we went pasir ris. at 12 mid night we found ourselves swinging on the playground wishing each other merry christmas. sigh, joel couldn't stay over at my house so went home around 12+. i felt like a fool waiting for bus for 20 mins? THE LAST BUS IS GONE!! when i'm only taking for 1 stop. at 1.05 i decided to walk home..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Christmas Day 25th,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i woke up pretty late i guess. early afternoon. did nothing but chatting online. luckily at 3+ joel came my house.. i let him watch gundam seed last epi. he was pretty.. confused and dazed he didn't understand the show at all. later, shirs came my house too. i watched miss world encore and both of them were using the com. we left my house at 530. shirs was susposed to reach simei at 525, joel was susposed to be home for family dinner at 530, i was susposed to meet charles at 545. all of us were late, lol what a joke man. lan was a flop, we played till 830 and all 3 games either people left or we kept getting killed. i can't understand why our forms was so sucky that day, maybe the lanshop is cursed or what. i have just realised that i have spent around 100+ or 200+ on lanning alone this holiday, it makes me feel as thou i'm the sole breadwinner of the lanshop owner family. lol. we went to makan prawn mee after that, 3 bucks for a small plate but it was nice. haha call that a family dinner with charles? i susposed so.. it has been long since i really sat down and have a nice talk with him, after all he was my best friend back in sec 1 as i had only knew him than, but the both of us drifted off when we were posted to different classes and we have different ccas. oh well, he showed me the auriance? is it spelt liddat? the auriance is 3 stars aligned to form a straight line.. cool eh? i never knew that exist.. while waiting for joel to join me and go to pasir ris to meet my fren, charles waited 3 buses for me. we talked lots of cock, bout his chio bu fantasies. haha! amusing! me and joel reached pasir ris at 1015 but my fren was late, so we wander around white sands for a while. oh, bought her 2 boxes of dove chocs and hope she'll like it. WHEN U READ THIS PLEASE TAG WHETHER U LIKE IT OR NOT. heh heh, pammy chopped off her hair now its like so short and she removed her braces as well. shirs was late, she came at 1105. after all, it was christmas and we found ourselves at the same playground again. went to swing around and both of them sat down talking, heh i drew something on the sand.. something nice, sweet! but i shan't say.. =P joel left at 1145, but he missed the last train. aw.. the last train went past in front of his eyes, haha so we gave him all our money and he took a cab home, reached home at 12 safely. life is such an irony, sure it is. i walked shirs home again, twice in the same day, twice on 25th dec. however, we ended up sitting down at a void deck near her house and talked.. time really flies exceptionally fast when you're talking to somebody. we talked and talked and talked till my mum called me and i say i'm walking home, put down my phone and continue talking.. haha. on my way home, i suddenly felt that i'm closer to a lot of people now. i felt that i'm back to where me and charles were good frens in the sec 1 days, i could understand joel better now. and lastly, i felt that i'm somewhat closer to shirs. whatever it is, take care! best friends! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8184095-110404439374510401?l=fazedd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fazedd.blogspot.com/feeds/110404439374510401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8184095&amp;postID=110404439374510401' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184095/posts/default/110404439374510401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184095/posts/default/110404439374510401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fazedd.blogspot.com/2004/12/christmas.html' title='christmas'/><author><name>jing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16945577123851529763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8184095.post-110364408706332136</id><published>2004-12-21T23:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-21T23:48:07.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'>oww</title><content type='html'>ah, tuesday. what's on on tuesday? training. finally i've decided to go for a run at macritchie reservoir. oh, did i just say i went for a run? haha, yes i did. i ran for 7 mins, than walk for the remaining 43 mins with zengyi. together we uncover our adventures at macritchie reservor. was talking to him bout many many things through out the way in our J and A route.. we just kept on talking and talking and talking. fun eh? nice training i had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after training we went for pool. it was quite a nice game thou. he trashed me flat 7-1 at the start but i managed to come back later. the score was 7-4 in the end.. but still got trashed so no diff. zengyi's skills have improved by leaps and bounds.. not fair i always lose to him one so its not fun at all!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and i was bathing just now. than happily shaving. i shave till damn damn song, suddenly. OWW! i accidentally scraped myself and blood just oozed out like a fun fair. happy eh.. i'm still cleaning the blood off with tissues now. sigh, another scar on my chin, i'm getting disfigured already larh.. somebody help??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8184095-110364408706332136?l=fazedd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fazedd.blogspot.com/feeds/110364408706332136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8184095&amp;postID=110364408706332136' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184095/posts/default/110364408706332136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184095/posts/default/110364408706332136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fazedd.blogspot.com/2004/12/oww.html' title='oww'/><author><name>jing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16945577123851529763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8184095.post-110355289775499783</id><published>2004-12-20T22:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-20T22:30:16.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dark</title><content type='html'>dark, i just love dark so much.&lt;br /&gt;i love black, it gives me a sense of belonging.&lt;br /&gt;i love nights, i am a noctornal creature preying on pretty young girls at night.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha i'm jk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i like black colour a lot. dunno why thou.&lt;br /&gt;heres my new template! nice right??? hahah of cos lah.. silence means consent. YEAH!&lt;br /&gt;WOOHOO. but the layout is kinda scary, but thats just me lah. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8184095-110355289775499783?l=fazedd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fazedd.blogspot.com/feeds/110355289775499783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8184095&amp;postID=110355289775499783' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184095/posts/default/110355289775499783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184095/posts/default/110355289775499783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fazedd.blogspot.com/2004/12/dark.html' title='dark'/><author><name>jing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16945577123851529763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8184095.post-110347469524814138</id><published>2004-12-20T01:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-20T00:44:55.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i will love again!</title><content type='html'>ok! i'm here to update. once in a blue moon eh? my week is a bore. nothing much going on around, except that i just had a game of my life. ahh yes dota, with joel chia and charles teo. at the lan shop we met lots of vs buds. played agaisnt them as well. WOO! i'll never forget that. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, it really sucked to miss someone over at the other side of the world. yes if u see this, please come back quickly alright? i've been flooding myself with animes and if u dont wanna see me becoming an addict pls come back and talk to me!! haha, hurray? 2 more days. wait, should i say 1 more day? haha yeah! its like.. urmmm 12.40 now. so counted as 1 more day. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lalala, i will love again by lara fabian is really nice. go dl it. yes you, you know i'm referring to you. so and hear the lyrics. cos... hmmmm well i shant say too much. haha bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh ya, to avery chew : you're leaaving for korea in a few hours time. i know you won't read this post. but still, have fun and bon voyage, and dont forget to get me stuffs okay! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8184095-110347469524814138?l=fazedd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fazedd.blogspot.com/feeds/110347469524814138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8184095&amp;postID=110347469524814138' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184095/posts/default/110347469524814138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184095/posts/default/110347469524814138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fazedd.blogspot.com/2004/12/i-will-love-again.html' title='i will love again!'/><author><name>jing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16945577123851529763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8184095.post-110278570642224585</id><published>2004-12-12T01:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-12T01:21:46.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i guess this phrase would really describe my feelings now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh, And it hurts to want everything and nothing at the same time&lt;br /&gt;I want what's yours and I want what's mine&lt;br /&gt;I want you&lt;br /&gt;But I'm not giving in this time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye to you by Michelle Branch. nice song try hearing it.&lt;br /&gt;ooh yeah by the way, my feelings are all written in the lyrics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8184095-110278570642224585?l=fazedd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fazedd.blogspot.com/feeds/110278570642224585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8184095&amp;postID=110278570642224585' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184095/posts/default/110278570642224585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184095/posts/default/110278570642224585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fazedd.blogspot.com/2004/12/i-guess-this-phrase-would-really.html' title=''/><author><name>jing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16945577123851529763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8184095.post-110260847895611966</id><published>2004-12-10T01:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-10T00:15:27.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rahhh.</title><content type='html'>Ooh weee. Guess who I saw in Town today? Tan Jing Ming!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, did i mention that he wore a red top? Ahah RED! Nice colour, dude. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, I would like to tell the whole world that Shirley rocks! Uh huh, I see people nodding their heads. Haha. How fun, yet boring can this invasion be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So 'nuff said, goodbye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, Shirley the Great. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8184095-110260847895611966?l=fazedd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fazedd.blogspot.com/feeds/110260847895611966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8184095&amp;postID=110260847895611966' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184095/posts/default/110260847895611966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184095/posts/default/110260847895611966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fazedd.blogspot.com/2004/12/rahhh.html' title='Rahhh.'/><author><name>jing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16945577123851529763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8184095.post-110217801107090158</id><published>2004-12-04T23:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-05T00:39:30.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'>chiangmai 2004</title><content type='html'>HELLO PEOPLE! i'm back!!! how i miss singapore. this is kind of a contradiction eh. when i'm in thailand i missed singapore, but when i'm back in singapore i missed thailand. the cooling weather there so nice i wanna go back! oh well maybe next yr thou. lets do some blogging on thailand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;overall the trip was great. people like shi ronghua ran 7 times in the trip but the infamous me ran only 2 times. why? apparantly i was running a fever, having a cough and flu for almost the entire trip until the last few days than i recover. what a great holiday isn't it? it got me no where i couldnt eat chips and other nice foods. there were PEOPLE sniggering at me but in the end they got my viral. HOHOHO..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i bought many things there. stuffs like clothes. 7 tops, 1 pants and a pair of jeans. stuffs for my frens and family too. i was like a spendthrift? haha but who cares the aim of this trip for me is to spend finish all my money. sure i did! i was left wif only 2 baht at the end of the trip and even had to borrow some money from my frens. ooo cool eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the last day was the happiest yet the saddest day for many of us. people who missed singapore so much they can't wait to go back would feel happy, of course. some of us felt sad because our dearest seniors are leaving us already. i guess this would be my very first and last trip with them. mmm, when would be the next time running with them? well i could still remember vaguely my last run with them was the last run for the trip. the air was cold, the terrain was great, everything was fine.. we were wearing our school vests. i guess for the seniors they would be wearing their vests for the last time. i've known them for nearly 3 years or so? learned many things from them. and now we have to part. the crudest thing that would happen in my life is to part with my close frens. 'Remember to stay in contact guys', zirui told us that, and those are the last words left spinning in my head till now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it would be so awkward without them next year. there would be nobody for me to look up upon and respect. i'm a secondary 4 student soon, how time really flies. the school would just so be empty without them. everything i knew in the school would be so cold. 2005 would be a hell of a year, with the upcoming o levels i have to face, i'm so scared that i could not cope with it. i dont wanna screw my o levels, if that is so, it means that i'm screwing up my future. oh well, lets just see how it goes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to the sec 4s, all the best. i had enjoyed the companies with you people. let the vsxc spirit burns on forever shall we? and finally, don't ever forget the ur juniors thats us, most importantly, Victoria School Cross Country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8184095-110217801107090158?l=fazedd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fazedd.blogspot.com/feeds/110217801107090158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8184095&amp;postID=110217801107090158' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184095/posts/default/110217801107090158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184095/posts/default/110217801107090158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fazedd.blogspot.com/2004/12/chiangmai-2004.html' title='chiangmai 2004'/><author><name>jing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16945577123851529763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8184095.post-110016534854591734</id><published>2004-11-11T17:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-11T17:29:08.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sometimes when i read entries from my fren's blog, i felt that my life dont mix with theirs.&lt;br /&gt;i'm water, they are oil. we dont mix. we are suspensions. not solutions.&lt;br /&gt;i dont know why but my mind kept on telling me to live in a me myself and i world.&lt;br /&gt;oh well, i know i have to blog this.&lt;br /&gt;today is my first day staying at home not going out since the start of the hols.&lt;br /&gt;don't feel like, wanna catch some nice shows on tv.&lt;br /&gt;oh yes, by the way happy deepavali to whoever is reading this post and those who are celebrating it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8184095-110016534854591734?l=fazedd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fazedd.blogspot.com/feeds/110016534854591734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8184095&amp;postID=110016534854591734' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184095/posts/default/110016534854591734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184095/posts/default/110016534854591734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fazedd.blogspot.com/2004/11/sometimes-when-i-read-entries-from-my.html' title=''/><author><name>jing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16945577123851529763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8184095.post-109975971442665725</id><published>2004-11-07T01:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-07T00:48:34.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'>15 years.</title><content type='html'>its half past 12 already&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;november 7 2004&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy 15th birthday to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lalala, i doubt i will have a cake this year&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i shall make a wish now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh dear diary, haha. i dont know what to wish for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nvm i shall think about it before i sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but every year, my wish didn't come true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lets hope this year it would be different shall we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for all my friends who had wished me happy birthday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i thank you for remembering it. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for those who are spending the day with me, thanks =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;without u, i'll just be a lonely boy spending it all alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i can't imagine that happening&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, thanks for leaving me with beautiful memories on every november 7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8184095-109975971442665725?l=fazedd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fazedd.blogspot.com/feeds/109975971442665725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8184095&amp;postID=109975971442665725' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184095/posts/default/109975971442665725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184095/posts/default/109975971442665725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fazedd.blogspot.com/2004/11/15-years.html' title='15 years.'/><author><name>jing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16945577123851529763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8184095.post-109894568156138150</id><published>2004-10-28T14:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-28T14:41:21.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'>rain</title><content type='html'>i have been sleeping a lot these few days. i dont know why i feel so tired, maybe its because of the weather that makes perfect for my sleep. when i lie on my bed, the next moment i know is i'm dreaming already, and it felt great. for the past few months or weeks i have been experiencing dreamless nights, but now its a different thing. hmm, i still can recall what i dreamt of last night. i had an affair with my favourite teacher. oh my gosh! and it felt great lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;research have shown that humans are only using less than 10 percent of their brain. so what happens to the remaining 90 percent?! well in the day, humans are controlling 10 percent of their brain. but in the night, 90 percent of the brain are controlling us? well i guess that merely explains why many of us cannot control our dreams. of course there are some people who can. i know them. they are forever bragging about screwing the girl they like in their dreams, and waking up wet?! nah, i wouldn't mind. dont u think that it would be great if before u sleep, u tell urself " i want to visit the grand canyon!!! ". and there you are, the next minute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so what happens if we are using 100 percent of our brain? well, you'll die. and i'm serious. my fren told me that there is this disease call the yellow monkey. its inherited of course, but stimulated only when u hear a certain frequency. than you will see a yellow monkey and your brain will go crazy. this sprinter saw a yellow monkey, and after that, " thud     thud    thud  thud thudthudthudthudthudthudthudthud " well, she broke the world record, but after crossing the finishing line, she broke her legs. when we are using 100 percent of our brain, we cannot control our muscles and nerves anymore, and i susposed that was what happen to the girl. she moved at such fast speed that our body cannot take it, and boom, she went down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey why am i saying all these? i should be studying, hmm taking a break. well i guess thats enough already. so far i have studied till N. 12 more alphabets to go. u can do it !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8184095-109894568156138150?l=fazedd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fazedd.blogspot.com/feeds/109894568156138150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8184095&amp;postID=109894568156138150' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184095/posts/default/109894568156138150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184095/posts/default/109894568156138150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fazedd.blogspot.com/2004/10/rain.html' title='rain'/><author><name>jing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16945577123851529763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8184095.post-109887377293173645</id><published>2004-10-27T18:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-27T18:42:52.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today.... i pon school! its fun to rot at home studying. =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8184095-109887377293173645?l=fazedd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fazedd.blogspot.com/feeds/109887377293173645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8184095&amp;postID=109887377293173645' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184095/posts/default/109887377293173645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184095/posts/default/109887377293173645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fazedd.blogspot.com/2004/10/today.html' title=''/><author><name>jing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16945577123851529763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8184095.post-109794449345334103</id><published>2004-10-17T01:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-21T21:13:47.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'>rock climbing</title><content type='html'>today's a long but fun day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;firstly, i went for vjc open house. the victorians were friendly. but the school is just too hip for me. hey wait, since when did i say i can enter vjc? haha.. too dumb larh. if i can go meridian i'd be over the moon. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later, me avery joel and shannon went rock climbing. we managed to complete quite a few terrains. some were quite tiring and i had to suspend myself freely in the air to rest.. hmm.. well, the 4 of us now are pro-climbers, very very very pro. ahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright, after talking to liane on msn, i've just realised that my thoughts of girls are just too naive. they were of course, not as shallow as i thought. i used to think that their heart were made of steel or alloy or whatever, but i found out that they have feelings too! how stupid of me to think that way. though i can't say that i know guys very well, but i can see most of them are emotional. well, what can i say. we learn something new everyday, ain't we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8184095-109794449345334103?l=fazedd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fazedd.blogspot.com/feeds/109794449345334103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8184095&amp;postID=109794449345334103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184095/posts/default/109794449345334103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184095/posts/default/109794449345334103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fazedd.blogspot.com/2004/10/rock-climbing.html' title='rock climbing'/><author><name>jing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16945577123851529763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8184095.post-109755999909332440</id><published>2004-10-12T13:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-12T13:52:16.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Zhao Min</title><content type='html'>my exams are ending tomorrow. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HCL paper 2 tmr, confirm F9. haha. but still need to study.. i'm relatively a sadist because i'm going to mug my brains out today so i can get the maximum satisfaction after my paper tomorrow. haha. 1 thing is life is to maximise everything u get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well, lets talk about my exams. it was pretty alright for most of the papers. i think i have a rather good chance of passing except for E maths, History and Higher Chinese. well, my target this time is to pass English and 2 other subs so i can get promoted to sec 4. nice work jm, u have somehow or rather achieved your target. *clap clap*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after watching Yu Tian Tu Long Ji last episode, i have realised that i love watching shows with happy ending. Zhang Wu Ji and Zhao Min live happily ever after. thats the ending everybody wants isn't it? well, sadists don't want it that way but i'm an exception i guess. and thats the ending everybody wants in life. i wanna be like them too, send myself to exile on ice fire island, love love here, love love there and love love everyday! how nice to live with somebody u truely love by your side with no other people. well, thats just a story. stories are fiction and fiction ain't facts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah, my chinese o levels is starting in about 2 weeks time. its not far away, so i have to speak chinese everyday. lets start now shall we? ni hao ma? wo hen hao. za men chi fan bah. haha how stupid. i hope i can get an a1 this time. =) but to get an a1 must put in lots of effort. alright, i'm going to be a cheena china boy from today onwards. join me and hopefully u'll get an a1 for your chinese too. &gt;.&lt;&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/8184095-109755999909332440?l=fazedd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fazedd.blogspot.com/feeds/109755999909332440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8184095&amp;postID=109755999909332440' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184095/posts/default/109755999909332440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184095/posts/default/109755999909332440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fazedd.blogspot.com/2004/10/zhao-min.html' title='Zhao Min'/><author><name>jing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16945577123851529763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8184095.post-109679959229377533</id><published>2004-10-03T18:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-03T18:33:12.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mugging to fail</title><content type='html'>hi peeps. i've just mugged for 6 hours.&lt;br /&gt;exams are coming so i can't slack anymore.&lt;br /&gt;hmm.. but i think i'm going to fail anyway.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8184095-109679959229377533?l=fazedd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fazedd.blogspot.com/feeds/109679959229377533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8184095&amp;postID=109679959229377533' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184095/posts/default/109679959229377533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184095/posts/default/109679959229377533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fazedd.blogspot.com/2004/10/mugging-to-fail.html' title='mugging to fail'/><author><name>jing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16945577123851529763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8184095.post-109456718946097364</id><published>2004-09-07T22:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-07T22:26:29.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'>training day</title><content type='html'>went training today. as usual i did a slack run with joel. the worst thing is i got caught by mr ho on my way back. &lt;em&gt;hohoho.. &lt;/em&gt;haha but he can't be bothered about me already lah. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went starbucking after training at toapayoh. frappuchino was nice as joel had a buy 1 get 1 free coupon. sat down on the sofa and talked some cock. i felt like an idiot because avery and joel both know my MSN password but they don't wanna say theirs!!!! i want to kill them ok.. haha idiots. but nvm, its fine with me anyway. yay i'm going to chewy house tomorrow to stay over. hmm, it's going to be damn fun!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;when he holds you close&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;when he pulls you near&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;when he says the words&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;you've been needing to hear&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i'll wish i was him with those words of mine&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;to say to you till the end of time&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8184095-109456718946097364?l=fazedd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fazedd.blogspot.com/feeds/109456718946097364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8184095&amp;postID=109456718946097364' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184095/posts/default/109456718946097364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184095/posts/default/109456718946097364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fazedd.blogspot.com/2004/09/training-day.html' title='training day'/><author><name>jing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16945577123851529763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8184095.post-109445994059352144</id><published>2004-09-06T16:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-06T17:18:09.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'>victoria thy sons are we.</title><content type='html'>victoria school&lt;br /&gt;dedicted for your love on me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at the age of 13, we stepped upon this institution,&lt;br /&gt;so fine, she flured beyond her own creations.&lt;br /&gt;anticipating, the wonders yet to unviel,&lt;br /&gt;searching onto forte she helped us fulfilled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;times she whispered to my ears unseen,&lt;br /&gt;as if a companion wherever troubles may seek.&lt;br /&gt;a teacher indeed, guided my path lited,&lt;br /&gt;shed my tears of gratefulness, painted on her soil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15 going on 16, a long white pants flourished beneath,&lt;br /&gt;was it a symbol of telling me to savour my dreams.&lt;br /&gt;reciprocal the time, i don't forsake a meagre 4 years,&lt;br /&gt;infinite it, a realm of eternity which truly passions me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;through every odds, an undying simarilian burns,&lt;br /&gt;like an angel, she lead my path salvages.&lt;br /&gt;and gave me 3 simple words, nil sine labore,&lt;br /&gt;which was the story, left unsaid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8184095-109445994059352144?l=fazedd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fazedd.blogspot.com/feeds/109445994059352144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8184095&amp;postID=109445994059352144' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184095/posts/default/109445994059352144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184095/posts/default/109445994059352144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fazedd.blogspot.com/2004/09/victoria-thy-sons-are-we.html' title='victoria thy sons are we.'/><author><name>jing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16945577123851529763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8184095.post-109445592916894768</id><published>2004-09-06T15:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-06T15:37:35.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lalala</title><content type='html'>hi people. i'm waiting for time to pass.. having a concert in school later. as usual i'll be expecting the same boredom in the theatre. so fuck that. rather, i'm looking forward to the celebrations for shirley birthday after that. jocelyn and liane made some brownies and cut out a small piece just for me! thanks mike. lol. i'm feeling hungry already. haha. we planned out a surprise out for shirs and hope she'll like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wrote a porn poem last night and wanted to post it on my blog. but i think its too fetish later the girls cannot stand it and start hurling the phrase " &lt;strong&gt;YOU PERVERTED SICKO&lt;/strong&gt; " at me. so.. no poem for u all~ !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fuck it. it's raining already. how nice would it be to cuddle with my fellow pillows and blosters on my bed. my mum will surely nag at me to bring an umbrella to school. &lt;em&gt;why must it rain today? rain rain go away, come again another day. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i doubt this rain will ever stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8184095-109445592916894768?l=fazedd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fazedd.blogspot.com/feeds/109445592916894768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8184095&amp;postID=109445592916894768' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184095/posts/default/109445592916894768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184095/posts/default/109445592916894768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fazedd.blogspot.com/2004/09/lalala.html' title='lalala'/><author><name>jing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16945577123851529763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8184095.post-109431894827160084</id><published>2004-09-05T01:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-06T16:37:43.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'>running on forever</title><content type='html'>ok people. lets blog about today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was a busy day. firstly, me and joel went to parkway parade to get a present for shirley. after walking around aimlessly for quite some time, we decided to ask jocelyn to come along as well since she's sharing with us. we bought a ******* eventually and poor joce took the trouble to bring back the present and wrap nicely before giving to shirs on monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;john went for his soccer match and joce left for church. i went to meet avery, nigel and desmond for some tennis. it turned out to be quite good as i won and lost some of my matches. nigel became some tennis god and trash all of us in straight sets. avery didn't win a single set (as usual) and he was the ultimate looza of the day. haha looza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later, we met with a dilemma on whether to stay for avery dad's bbq or go for dennis housewarming. so we decided to visit dennis house first and then decide whether to come back 0r not. when we have reached, the security guard asked us whether he invited the &lt;strong&gt;whole damn bloody school&lt;/strong&gt; or just his class. at first we replied only his class and some other people. but we realised we were wrong. oh man, there were so many people around. i dont think there were anymore food left for us. so we grabbed a drink and watch CBC (chee bye chan) taking off his shirt and being dumped into the swimming pool infront of all the girls. he was susposed to find dennis specs since he dropped it somewhere in the pool. he enjoyed it eventually i guess. we felt so left out so we decided to return for avery dad's bbq at his house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;took bus 31 back. i met my aunt. it's been 1 month since i last saw her. missed her loads. had quite a good chat with her until she got off. well, hope she take good care of herself.. went back and was just in time to finish eating the remaining food. the chicken was so nice! oh man!! never had such good food for a very long time since the previous many bbqs i went to was either eating burnt or uncooked food. but today's just nice. =) ate like 20 strawberries than? haha. i found out that strawberries are actually not sour after all. the more u eat, the more sweet it would taste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we sat down and talked for quite a long time. we talked about many many things. about our past, our present, our future, and our lives. nigel parents came shortly and sent me to pasir ris interchange where i took a bus and went home..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8184095-109431894827160084?l=fazedd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fazedd.blogspot.com/feeds/109431894827160084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8184095&amp;postID=109431894827160084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184095/posts/default/109431894827160084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184095/posts/default/109431894827160084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fazedd.blogspot.com/2004/09/running-on-forever.html' title='running on forever'/><author><name>jing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16945577123851529763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8184095.post-109420498831788712</id><published>2004-09-03T17:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-03T17:49:48.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm here to update for jing ming!jing ming just bought a new guitar at 65 bucks!! rich la! hahaha an accoustic guitar!! jm's a future rock band super star!! woah imagine him with loads of girls crowding round him screaming their heads off!! hahaha!! jing ming rocks man! woahhh!! hahaha. soo funnnyyy!!! u noe today we did loads of dumb stuff at "anywhere" me liane nit(u dunno who) and iris(u dunno who too) hahah was like dumb dumb la. haha very ur kinda thing! hahaha jing ming u piggo head! update!-joce&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8184095-109420498831788712?l=fazedd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fazedd.blogspot.com/feeds/109420498831788712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8184095&amp;postID=109420498831788712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184095/posts/default/109420498831788712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184095/posts/default/109420498831788712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fazedd.blogspot.com/2004/09/im-here-to-update-for-jing-mingjing.html' title=''/><author><name>jing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16945577123851529763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8184095.post-109420497217021157</id><published>2004-09-03T17:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-03T17:49:32.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hahaha! jing ming! i did it! yay!! oh leh oh leh! haha anyway. i bet jing ming is now out with his gangster frens and looking so gangstery! haha a smart gangster hahaha and making corny remarks on girls' skirts! hahaha.jing ming hahaha yay i'm soo happy noe! hahaha. oh ya will be seeing u on mon hahaha! hahaha yay!i bet i'm better in tennis thn u are now! hah! haha kk i'm offf byeee!-jing ming loves joce! wahahahahaahhaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8184095-109420497217021157?l=fazedd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fazedd.blogspot.com/feeds/109420497217021157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8184095&amp;postID=109420497217021157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184095/posts/default/109420497217021157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184095/posts/default/109420497217021157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fazedd.blogspot.com/2004/09/hahaha-jing-ming-i-did-it-yay-oh-leh.html' title=''/><author><name>jing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16945577123851529763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8184095.post-109420494502061353</id><published>2004-09-03T17:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-03T17:49:05.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey everyone. This is Liane blogging for Jing Ming here because he's too lazy to do it himself. And his computer is too lousy. Haha! Okay let me tell you about myself. I am 15, I'm hot and I'm sexy! Haha okay it sounds like a personal ad, but just following orders from the great JM.Yeah anyway he just sent me this song by Mr Big and it's really good. It's an old song, very very nice. I like!And from the great JM, HAPPY TEACHERS' DAY!!Tag, everyone, tag!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8184095-109420494502061353?l=fazedd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fazedd.blogspot.com/feeds/109420494502061353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8184095&amp;postID=109420494502061353' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184095/posts/default/109420494502061353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184095/posts/default/109420494502061353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fazedd.blogspot.com/2004/09/hey-everyone.html' title=''/><author><name>jing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16945577123851529763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>
