<?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-7607797</id><updated>2011-04-22T02:41:43.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Be Observant! look here! click on the words dumbass!</title><subtitle type='html'>Woooooo!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurifiedisblur.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607797/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurifiedisblur.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607797/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Blurified</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>337</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7607797.post-8041754546640561027</id><published>2007-07-20T00:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-20T00:42:34.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WOO</title><content type='html'>WOO im back! from oblivion! omg, school's terrorizing me. Life's is uh.. something worse than terrorizing ... me. Work's Scratching and biting me, literally...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HERE ARE SOME OF MY SCHOOL WORK! AHAHA&lt;br /&gt;too bad. as usual, things never change. im still as lazy to blog as ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v467/blurified/School%20work/DSC00942.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v467/blurified/School%20work/DSC00026.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v467/blurified/School%20work/DSC00022.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v467/blurified/School%20work/DSC00024.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v467/blurified/School%20work/CollageONE..jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And thats bout it. for now. BYE. i love hebitch.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7607797-8041754546640561027?l=blurifiedisblur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurifiedisblur.blogspot.com/feeds/8041754546640561027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7607797&amp;postID=8041754546640561027' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607797/posts/default/8041754546640561027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607797/posts/default/8041754546640561027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurifiedisblur.blogspot.com/2007/07/woo.html' title='WOO'/><author><name>Blurified</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7607797.post-3093513705949218312</id><published>2007-06-17T00:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-17T00:41:50.962+08:00</updated><title type='text'>AIR CON</title><content type='html'>WOOOO! IM FINALLY SLEEPING IN AN AIRCON ROOM AGAIN! WOO WOO WOO WOOOOOO&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7607797-3093513705949218312?l=blurifiedisblur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurifiedisblur.blogspot.com/feeds/3093513705949218312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7607797&amp;postID=3093513705949218312' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607797/posts/default/3093513705949218312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607797/posts/default/3093513705949218312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurifiedisblur.blogspot.com/2007/06/air-con.html' title='AIR CON'/><author><name>Blurified</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7607797.post-2219820394067090695</id><published>2007-04-28T01:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-28T01:54:50.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'>RIP gong gong.</title><content type='html'>Well, my sister just called. They were on the way to the hospital i think, maybe there already. my grandfather aka Gong Gong has passed on. Well, he's moving on to a better place, where there'll be free flow of whatever he wants. His passing will really affect me, im sure bout it. It's not that im happy, but neither am i sad, cos i know God has better things planned ahead for him. The heavens cried these few days, well its up to you to believe, but i do, cos i know my grandfather's really worth their tears. Im not crying now, cos i know he wouldn't want me to. He was strong himself, and he gave strength to others. A really inspiring figure, someone i really admire. His spirit will live on forever in us. I'm not going to fail him. His talks with me, advice, im going to heed it all. I'm not going to let him down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's remembered, adored, respected, loved, was loved, will be loved, especially by me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7607797-2219820394067090695?l=blurifiedisblur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurifiedisblur.blogspot.com/feeds/2219820394067090695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7607797&amp;postID=2219820394067090695' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607797/posts/default/2219820394067090695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607797/posts/default/2219820394067090695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurifiedisblur.blogspot.com/2007/04/rip-gong-gong.html' title='RIP gong gong.'/><author><name>Blurified</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7607797.post-8151116301918964014</id><published>2007-04-23T00:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-23T01:05:48.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my Grandfather.</title><content type='html'>Well, My Grandfather's been in the hospital for months.. and in the icu for weeks.. it really tears me apart to see him like that. Everyone's prepared... so i guess i gotta face the fact.. well, i dont know how or whats gonna happen to me when he moves on.. i just cry at night, everytime i think of him. how he took care of me for 2 years when i was like 3 or 4.. during the lantern festival, he would buy me those lanterns with the lights and sounds... and he would bring me down to the playground to play.. bring me to the mama shop to get sweets. the fishes he'd catch when he goes fishin... the jokes he'd make.. the times he made me smile and laugh.. were just priceless.. the first time i've ever appreciated music was thanks to him... back in 95.. when he came over to the states to visit us.. one night in my room, he placed the earphone in my ear.. and told me to slowly listen to it.. and slowly.. i began loving music... i guess without him, i might never have loved music. he'd tuck me in at night, cos it gets really cold.. sigh.. the times were spent.. i could never forget.. the great advice he'd give, his jovial spirit... just never cease to amaze me.. i still remember when i brought angela to see him at the hospital like 2 years back, he kept making jokes..even in the past months.. at the hospital, he was making jokes.. right before the day of his operation.. he's my all time role model.. never givin up hope.. the past few weeks in the icu... hes been crying.. and it really rips me apart inside.. i'm always trying to smile trying to show the happy face infront of him, cos i know he wouldnt want me to be sad.. well, i couldnt hold back the first time i saw em in the icu... thankfully.. i learnt to hold back my tears.. it really hurts to see such a loved one in such a condition.. it sucks....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its not that i dont love my other grandfather.. its just that we never spoke to each other before.. and he passed on when i was much younger.. both my grandfathers actually knew each other&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, God has better things planned ahead for him... all im hoping for is that he passes on peacefully...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; i really love you.. i dont know how to express how much i love you infront of you...you're the only grandfather i talk to.. it really sucks.. that  i didnt take effort to visit you more often.. im really sorry... i regret every single bit of that.. please forgive me..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7607797-8151116301918964014?l=blurifiedisblur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurifiedisblur.blogspot.com/feeds/8151116301918964014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7607797&amp;postID=8151116301918964014' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607797/posts/default/8151116301918964014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607797/posts/default/8151116301918964014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurifiedisblur.blogspot.com/2007/04/my-grandfather.html' title='my Grandfather.'/><author><name>Blurified</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7607797.post-6631304556675402657</id><published>2007-04-04T16:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-09T02:12:30.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sigh</title><content type='html'>sigh.. mistakes made..&lt;br /&gt;you're more precious than any of my girlfriends can ever be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7607797-6631304556675402657?l=blurifiedisblur.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7607797.post-2860337384891997536</id><published>2007-03-31T01:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-31T01:36:31.154+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sigh</title><content type='html'>Sigh.. arguments... stress... whats wrong..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7607797-2860337384891997536?l=blurifiedisblur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurifiedisblur.blogspot.com/feeds/2860337384891997536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7607797&amp;postID=2860337384891997536' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607797/posts/default/2860337384891997536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607797/posts/default/2860337384891997536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurifiedisblur.blogspot.com/2007/03/sigh.html' title='Sigh'/><author><name>Blurified</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7607797.post-117101386481163358</id><published>2007-02-09T17:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-09T17:37:44.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'>18!</title><content type='html'>18 points! ahah! maybe it turned out that way cos i was 18 when i took my O levels. ahahaha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7607797-117101386481163358?l=blurifiedisblur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurifiedisblur.blogspot.com/feeds/117101386481163358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7607797&amp;postID=117101386481163358' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607797/posts/default/117101386481163358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607797/posts/default/117101386481163358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurifiedisblur.blogspot.com/2007/02/18.html' title='18!'/><author><name>Blurified</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7607797.post-117084095798762467</id><published>2007-02-07T17:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-07T17:35:58.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my dad microphone</title><content type='html'>mmm recently i've been the microphone of my father, gettin yelled at for sighing.. ahahahahaha. fuck this im goin out. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7607797-117084095798762467?l=blurifiedisblur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurifiedisblur.blogspot.com/feeds/117084095798762467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7607797&amp;postID=117084095798762467' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607797/posts/default/117084095798762467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607797/posts/default/117084095798762467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurifiedisblur.blogspot.com/2007/02/my-dad-microphone.html' title='my dad microphone'/><author><name>Blurified</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7607797.post-117067618586596487</id><published>2007-02-05T19:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-05T19:49:45.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mm</title><content type='html'>!!!!!!!!!!! hand itchy! omg. ahahahhaha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7607797-117067618586596487?l=blurifiedisblur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurifiedisblur.blogspot.com/feeds/117067618586596487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7607797&amp;postID=117067618586596487' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607797/posts/default/117067618586596487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607797/posts/default/117067618586596487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurifiedisblur.blogspot.com/2007/02/mm.html' title='mm'/><author><name>Blurified</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7607797.post-116971826465171022</id><published>2007-01-25T17:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-25T17:44:24.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my bro...</title><content type='html'>My god.. so irritated with my bro.. painted my room... my dad only bought 2 litres of paint thou he wanted to get 3 litres.. but my fuckin bro said 2 was sufficient. No duhh.. just cos its not your room u Had to assume and act all smart and all.. fucking dipshit... Great. now my room is gonna have 2 shades of orange.. well, nvm i love teh color. xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7607797-116971826465171022?l=blurifiedisblur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurifiedisblur.blogspot.com/feeds/116971826465171022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7607797&amp;postID=116971826465171022' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607797/posts/default/116971826465171022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607797/posts/default/116971826465171022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurifiedisblur.blogspot.com/2007/01/my-bro.html' title='my bro...'/><author><name>Blurified</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7607797.post-116930409976008760</id><published>2007-01-20T22:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-20T22:41:39.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Woo</title><content type='html'>It's really be sucha long time since i last blogged properly huh. well, today aint gonna be the day either. well what to do. nothing much happening in my life. anyway. WOOOOOOOOO LIVERPOOL WON CHELSEA! mmmmmmmmmmmmm. cheerios for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7607797-116930409976008760?l=blurifiedisblur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurifiedisblur.blogspot.com/feeds/116930409976008760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7607797&amp;postID=116930409976008760' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607797/posts/default/116930409976008760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607797/posts/default/116930409976008760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurifiedisblur.blogspot.com/2007/01/woo.html' title='Woo'/><author><name>Blurified</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7607797.post-116877943713044906</id><published>2007-01-14T20:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-14T20:57:17.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NEW ROOM</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;WOoooooooooooooooooooooo. IM FINALLY MOVING TO MY OWN ROOM!... no aircon..... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7607797-116877943713044906?l=blurifiedisblur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurifiedisblur.blogspot.com/feeds/116877943713044906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7607797&amp;postID=116877943713044906' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607797/posts/default/116877943713044906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607797/posts/default/116877943713044906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurifiedisblur.blogspot.com/2007/01/new-room.html' title='NEW ROOM'/><author><name>Blurified</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7607797.post-116763496865415852</id><published>2007-01-01T14:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-01T15:02:48.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'>new year.</title><content type='html'>mmm Today. is the first day of 2007. hahahaha. happy new year people.&lt;br /&gt;well, went to zouk yesterday... everyone was dead drunk.. i had to look after 3 people.... i didnt even get to club much. hahahah. well, it was all fine i guess.. then the wait for cab was the worst. my god. we waited bout almost 2 hours for a cab. hhaha. hmm&lt;br /&gt;anyway.. i wanna thank these few people for makin my year such a fun one.. hah i aint gonna say all the names.. cos i know the ones who i dont say out wont come to my blog. hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, first of all.... thanks luke. haha, well. another year has passed. dang its been 4 years since we were best friends man... hah and 6 years since we met. hah. been thru so much. up and downs and left and rights... and north east and south east.. but simply no north west and south west. WHY?!.. i guess i've really taken you for granted. hahahah. well, but i guess its okay. hahahahhahahahaha...damn.. the times we spent riding... walking around tamp... doing nothing... laughing because of nothing at whitesands.... hahahah..  anyway. dang u're the first from our "club" clique to enter the army la. what the hell.. who would have expted it. hahahahahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;secondly. Pearlyn, boo! hah its been really a great year. ever since i knew u guys, thou its only like half a year.. well, this half a year made up for the other half. hahaha.. well, the times you spent to accompany me to do my work, and study... im really greatful for it.. haha, i mean the D&amp;T folio end results was great. but for the other subjects wise.. i guess we'll have to wait 2 more months for it. hahaha, the times we spent went to the air port and just laughed at people.. especially the lady with the two extremely round breasts. hahahahaha... and the times  we spent drinking at the multi storey carpark or at may's place.. was all fun. hahahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally, May,  oei!  hahahahaha. it was also great getting to know you. thanks for making the year so enjoyable. with all your plannings and outings.. hahaha thou some were boring, we still did try to enjoy. hahah. walau! you didnt do much for me leh.... HAhahahahah just kidding. :D thanks for all the time spent on developing the photos and writing behind em and all.. hahaha really appreciate it. really sweet of ya. hah. well, im sorry for all the making fun of you.. hahah. especially at douby gaut.. hahahah. thanks for the free zouk out tickets also. hahaha sleep overs at ur place was fun. ahahaha well, that was only uh once? WE GOTTA TRY TO KEEP AWAY DURING MOVIE NIGHTS LA! hahahhaha. well, it was really a great year after knowing you also. hahah. i mean you and pearlyn really made up for the boring few first months of 2006, when we havent known each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, i would really like to thank you all for makin my life so happening. hahahah, well i guess maybe its the other way round la.... hahahaha. im sure we'll stay friends till we grow old. haha. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;love you guys man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7607797-116763496865415852?l=blurifiedisblur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurifiedisblur.blogspot.com/feeds/116763496865415852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7607797&amp;postID=116763496865415852' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607797/posts/default/116763496865415852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607797/posts/default/116763496865415852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurifiedisblur.blogspot.com/2007/01/new-year.html' title='new year.'/><author><name>Blurified</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7607797.post-116698444673123656</id><published>2006-12-25T02:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-25T18:43:16.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CHRISTMAS</title><content type='html'>ITS CHRISTMAS ONCE AGAIN! omg. i got so many nice presents! and i love em! thank you all! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, i wanna wish you all a Happy Merry Gary Harry Christmas and a Merry New year. Chinese 1 too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7607797-116698444673123656?l=blurifiedisblur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurifiedisblur.blogspot.com/feeds/116698444673123656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7607797&amp;postID=116698444673123656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607797/posts/default/116698444673123656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607797/posts/default/116698444673123656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurifiedisblur.blogspot.com/2006/12/christmas.html' title='CHRISTMAS'/><author><name>Blurified</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7607797.post-116630466285088184</id><published>2006-12-17T05:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-17T05:31:02.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'>VOMIT</title><content type='html'>Oh.. my lord... today.. the weirdest thing happened to me...... for the first time in my entire life... i drank till i vomitted... woah.. the mee goreng from the afternoon also came out. man. thank lord faiz vomitted with me. not that paiseh. hahaha... sorry that i kept msging you.. i didnt know what i was doing all the while..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7607797-116630466285088184?l=blurifiedisblur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurifiedisblur.blogspot.com/feeds/116630466285088184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7607797&amp;postID=116630466285088184' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607797/posts/default/116630466285088184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607797/posts/default/116630466285088184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurifiedisblur.blogspot.com/2006/12/vomit.html' title='VOMIT'/><author><name>Blurified</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7607797.post-116521311385770621</id><published>2006-12-04T14:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-04T14:18:33.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SHOP</title><content type='html'>I NEED MONEYYYYY I NEEDA SHOP!!! NO MONEY!!! NO SHOP!!! NO SHOP!!! NO HAPPY!! NO HAPPY!! NO PRODUCTIVE!!! NO PRODUCTIVE!! NO ABLE TO MAKE EMPLOYERS HAPPY!!! NO ABLE TO MAKE EMPLOYERS HAPPY!! NO ABLE TO MAKE MONEY!! NO ABLE TO MAKE MONEY!!! NO ABLE TO SHOP!!! NO ABLE TO SHOP!!! NO ABLE TO MAKE SELF HAPPY!! NO ABLE TO MAKE SELF HAPPY!! NO ABLE TO MAKE OTHERS HAPPY!! NO ABLE TO MAKE OTHERS HAPPY!! NO FRIENDS!! NO FRIENDS!! NO GARY!!...... and so on and so forth....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my.. am i bored.. I SO NEED 60$ ANYONE GOT 60$ TO GIVE OR BORROW OR ROB OR STEAL OR LEND OR something... !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! AHHHHHHHHHHHH. lol. man wheres my pay! wheres my pay! wheres my pay! i dont wanna go zoukout already! ONE NIGHT OF FUN.. well I dont need it!!!! cos im fun enough already!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7607797-116521311385770621?l=blurifiedisblur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurifiedisblur.blogspot.com/feeds/116521311385770621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7607797&amp;postID=116521311385770621' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607797/posts/default/116521311385770621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607797/posts/default/116521311385770621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurifiedisblur.blogspot.com/2006/12/shop_04.html' title='SHOP'/><author><name>Blurified</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7607797.post-116521298613639926</id><published>2006-12-04T14:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-04T14:16:26.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SHOP</title><content type='html'>I NEED MONEYYYYY I NEEDA SHOP!!! NO MONEY!!! NO SHOP!!! NO SHOP!!! NO HAPPY!! NO HAPPY!! NO PRODUCTIVE!!! NO PRODUCTIVE!! NO ABLE TO MAKE EMPLOYERS HAPPY!!! NO ABLE TO MAKE EMPLOYERS HAPPY!! NO ABLE TO MAKE MONEY!! NO ABLE TO MAKE MONEY!!! NO ABLE TO SHOP!!! NO ABLE TO SHOP!!! NO ABLE TO MAKE SELF HAPPY!! NO ABLE TO MAKE SELF HAPPY!! NO ABLE TO MAKE OTHERS HAPPY!! NO ABLE TO MAKE OTHERS HAPPY!! NO FRIENDS!! NO FRIENDS!! NO GARY!!...... and so on and so forth....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my.. am i bored.. I SO NEED 60$ ANYONE GOT 60$ TO GIVE OR BORROW OR ROB OR STEAL OR LEND OR something... !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! AHHHHHHHHHHHH. lol. man wheres my pay! wheres my pay! wheres my pay! i dont wanna go zoukout already! ONE NIGHT OF FUN.. well I dont need it!!!! cos im fun enough already!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7607797-116521298613639926?l=blurifiedisblur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurifiedisblur.blogspot.com/feeds/116521298613639926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7607797&amp;postID=116521298613639926' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607797/posts/default/116521298613639926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607797/posts/default/116521298613639926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurifiedisblur.blogspot.com/2006/12/shop.html' title='SHOP'/><author><name>Blurified</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7607797.post-116458626688778680</id><published>2006-11-27T08:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-27T08:11:06.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'>omg.</title><content type='html'>mmm. had a overnight ride... went over to friend's place slack awhile after that.. then wanted to took cab back home.. cos was too tired.. i actually went down at 7.10... waited till 7.33 then got on the cab... lol  well, like 8 cabs drove pass me.. emptily... Fuckin pissed me off.. i lost it.. i picked up lukes(stones) and started throwin em at the cab uncles and started flippin em off... hahah omg i feel so childish. well, a sleepy man is a grumpy man.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7607797-116458626688778680?l=blurifiedisblur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurifiedisblur.blogspot.com/feeds/116458626688778680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7607797&amp;postID=116458626688778680' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607797/posts/default/116458626688778680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607797/posts/default/116458626688778680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurifiedisblur.blogspot.com/2006/11/omg.html' title='omg.'/><author><name>Blurified</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7607797.post-116377215449011929</id><published>2006-11-17T21:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T22:02:34.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mmmm</title><content type='html'>Ooooooooooooo. went job hunting, well still am.. hmm on uhh tuesday, went to suntec.. lol applied for some choco shop, today went all the way to esplanade to apply for job at max brenners.. hah went cos my friend works there.. then can put in good word for me :D hahahaha... well, she says im most likely to get the job :D hahahaha.. man.. im bored.. what a boring life. Lol. well, this is all i guess.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7607797-116377215449011929?l=blurifiedisblur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurifiedisblur.blogspot.com/feeds/116377215449011929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7607797&amp;postID=116377215449011929' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607797/posts/default/116377215449011929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607797/posts/default/116377215449011929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurifiedisblur.blogspot.com/2006/11/mmmm.html' title='mmmm'/><author><name>Blurified</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7607797.post-116299132198867095</id><published>2006-11-08T21:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-08T21:08:42.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MY O LEVEL COMPO. LOL PArt of it.</title><content type='html'>LOL OMG OMG OMG. im about to post my O level compo. LOL ITS FOR LAUGHS MAN. HAHAHa im so gonna fail my english. damn my english suck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever dreamt about being a critically acclaimed musician, a world reknown soccer player or even simply being your role model? Dreams are fantasies made up by the mind to make a person feel the great satisfaction of living his or her life to the fullest. Dreams can also be targets which people set in life, some strive to fulfill their dreams, while others simply wait, thinking that their dreams would be fulfilled just by sitting down and lazing around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personally, my dream is to be able to rid poverty from the world, though i know it is rather impossible, knowing that more than fourty percent of this world is living below the poverty line. Some people who I know, are barely being able to support themselves, and i feel very sad for them, I am trying my best to first help my friends, then i would want to try to help others whom i do not know. This is my dream in life, something which i strive hard to achieve, though it may just be the tip of the iceberg, im trying hard to conquer it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It does not mean that a person is only entitled to one dream. Another dream of mine is to be able to be successful in life. the only reason why i would want to be successful in life, is to be able to support my parents and my family. In terms of material, it is important but not as important as my family. I bet that my parents had dreamt the same thing as i am now, that is why they are workin so hard to be able to support me. CUT--------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol 2nd page.. is attached to the recopied page 1. AHAHA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7607797-116299132198867095?l=blurifiedisblur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurifiedisblur.blogspot.com/feeds/116299132198867095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7607797&amp;postID=116299132198867095' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607797/posts/default/116299132198867095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607797/posts/default/116299132198867095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurifiedisblur.blogspot.com/2006/11/my-o-level-compo-lol-part-of-it.html' title='MY O LEVEL COMPO. LOL PArt of it.'/><author><name>Blurified</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7607797.post-116161047168436431</id><published>2006-10-23T20:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T21:34:32.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'>man</title><content type='html'>man. life takin the O lvls is borin. hahah 5 more grueling weeks. im stuck with 6 more papers to finish by wends... MY god&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7607797-116161047168436431?l=blurifiedisblur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurifiedisblur.blogspot.com/feeds/116161047168436431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7607797&amp;postID=116161047168436431' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607797/posts/default/116161047168436431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607797/posts/default/116161047168436431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurifiedisblur.blogspot.com/2006/10/man.html' title='man'/><author><name>Blurified</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7607797.post-116032112056791298</id><published>2006-10-08T23:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-08T23:25:20.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'>gaaaary</title><content type='html'>Hello Everybody,&lt;br /&gt;       Life as we known is, is going to change back to its original way. As Gary, is back. So lets have everybody welcome him. hahhahahahaha. well, if that wasnt funny, im sorry cos im still trying to cope with my past lameness. Well, for the past few weeks, i havent really been myself, its not even havent really.. its i wasnt even myself.. i guess i was Blinded by love, well i guess theres a cure for This blindness.. and no its not lasik. The cure for this is to Wake up, Open my eyes to a wider world.. Literally. and simply listen to advices. i mean i know.. i was stubborn for the last 19 years.. and im really sorry to those who always tried to give me advices but i just kept blocking them.haha. well, these few weeks, ive really scared myself.. i've done so much to try to impress. but i failed to do one thing.. thats to impress myself by impressing others for being myself.. i'm simply trying too hard. i know. im scaring everyone around me. and myself too. Well, from now onwards.. too bad people. im going to have to impress myself first before impressing any of you losers. hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        The old gary, always so cheerful, confident, fun, never so emo, never feared a challenge, Saved the world from brain suckin aliens, Turn micheal jackson black again, Stopped the world from having a world war 3, Was named Hero of Manchuria, Duke of Somewhere, and bane of Something. He was loved by millions, and billions. but the gary for the past few weeks was always so down, so emo, so not himself, He was known as the Saddest boy who sang the saddest song. well ok enough of these lameness. Well, Hes now struggling to get back to his old ways. hes almost there. just alil bit more. hah. and Walah! hes there!. hahahaha. hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          The "past" week gary.. was hated by millions, he was a really really sad person, it was pathetic that he was like that. And now, We stand together to say our last goodbyes to him. Let us all ... uh... something ... a moment of silence.. (crickets crickling.........)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          One Moment later, Well, Now that we've put the past gary aside, Lets celebrate this joyous occation. Gary shall now Say something lame from his lame book of lameness which is found in his backpocket of his pants. uh ok whatever. Well, Im really sorry for all the trouble that i've caused, all the trauma, all the dilemma, all the hatered, all the emotions flying around, all the ... everything. I know i know. Enough of Effing Sorries already. And from now on, Dont expect me to be like last time. Im gonna be ruder than ever. Rowdier than ever, Playfulier than ever, Irritating as ever, Childish as ever but still keeping that Pinch of Maturity. Hahahaha, damn contradicting i know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        welly welly welly, Im off. this is the freakin one of the longest entries in such a long time and you guys should be happy cos u get to read something so sacred from the Person himself, GARY. apart from the usual 2 liners.. This time theres... **** number of lines.. (count for yourselves) hah. cheerios!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours Faithfully&lt;br /&gt;                Gary.&lt;br /&gt;Gary Goh TH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps. uh what does ps stand for.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7607797-116032112056791298?l=blurifiedisblur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurifiedisblur.blogspot.com/feeds/116032112056791298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7607797&amp;postID=116032112056791298' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607797/posts/default/116032112056791298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607797/posts/default/116032112056791298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurifiedisblur.blogspot.com/2006/10/gaaaary.html' title='gaaaary'/><author><name>Blurified</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7607797.post-116021955597210118</id><published>2006-10-07T19:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-07T19:12:35.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sorry</title><content type='html'>Well, im really sorry for being so tempremental today. to Luke, Maybelline and Pearlyn.. i really had a great time.. im really sorry for throwin my tantrums, and venting it out on you guys, i know it was really very childish of me.. and im sorry. forgiveness? :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7607797-116021955597210118?l=blurifiedisblur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurifiedisblur.blogspot.com/feeds/116021955597210118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7607797&amp;postID=116021955597210118' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607797/posts/default/116021955597210118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607797/posts/default/116021955597210118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurifiedisblur.blogspot.com/2006/10/sorry.html' title='sorry'/><author><name>Blurified</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7607797.post-116015323592398119</id><published>2006-10-07T00:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-07T00:47:15.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lost</title><content type='html'>man, i feel that i've just lost myself. I've lost my sense of humour and lameness. I cant seem to do the thing i love most anymore.. to make people happy and laugh. This feeling sucks badly. i wanna be myself again.. can anyone find back the gary i used to be?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7607797-116015323592398119?l=blurifiedisblur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurifiedisblur.blogspot.com/feeds/116015323592398119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7607797&amp;postID=116015323592398119' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607797/posts/default/116015323592398119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607797/posts/default/116015323592398119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurifiedisblur.blogspot.com/2006/10/lost.html' title='lost'/><author><name>Blurified</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7607797.post-115977626520487291</id><published>2006-10-02T15:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-02T16:04:49.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hmm</title><content type='html'>Hmm, damn. i dont know what to blog. well im really glad i was able to tell Pearlyn everything i wanted yesterday night. hah im sorry i got alil heavy. hah sorry to make u worry. im fine! :D well. i wanna thank everyone who always cared for me. Thou i know i aint being a good friend for makin you guys worry all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To luke a.k.a the one with the Cutthroat Chinese name, Yan Ru:&lt;br /&gt;Well, hey thanks for always entertainin me man. hah and putting up with my temperament. hah always tryin to make time to ride with me, thou you're busy. and hah i dont mean to scold u all the time man. hah but i just want u to wake up. thats all. well, we've been through ups and downs.. well not much just 2 downs. the rest were all ups man. and i hope the downs stay down and the ups stay up. O..kay whatever. hah. well, Dude. QUIT LETTING HIM TOUCH UR THIGHS LA damnit. ITS SO WRONGGGGG. ahahahahahahahaha. u want i can touch ur thighs for you la. why him? hahahahah. Woo. i might just change to MOD before you! hahahah. last piece of advice. uh. quit dreaming so much. it aint good for your future u dumbass. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Oh ya luke. thanks for introducing me to Maybelline.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Maybelline a.k.a May the gay at the bay?:&lt;br /&gt;Hey, Thank you for always being there for me, putting up with my rubbish, always trying to console me when im down, though im always so stubborn to listen. i mean i really listen, but i just dont wanna change. I hate change. hahah. thanks for all the mahjong nights, fun slackin nights, movie nights, talk cock session nights. hah i really enjoyed every moment of it. Thanks for always planning the outings and stuff. hah, and for being my "Bra", always supporting me. hahaha. i'm really thankful to know and have a friend like you. well, you know i'll always be there for you too. Sorry for always being so emo.. hah i mean i cant help it man. heh well, last piece of advice. uh. Dont rush into a relationship whatsoever la. hahahaha. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Oh ya Maybelline, Thanks for introducing me to Pearlyn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Last but not least, saving the best for last.. HAHAa. im just kiddin may and luke. hah :D &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;To Pearlyn a.k.a Pear-lyn:&lt;br /&gt;Hey, i really wanna thank you for also being there for me, and always saying things to boost my confidence and self esteem. hah. well, though we've only known each other for this short period of time, it's really one of the best friendships i've made in such a short period of time. and i've never regretted doing anything in this friendship before. it's been all fun,laughter,joy and only one occasion Tears. haha. well, thank you for always spending your time with me though u got much better things to do, for the times spent accompanying me to Study, Do my D&amp;T, drinking, or simply just slackin and chilling. Thank you for always motivating me. I'm really glad i was able to let everything out, and just tell you how i felt. and the best thing is that, dispite what is happening, we're still able to be like such close friends, its such a relief. well, sorry for always making fun of you, like your "Zhaoxia" and ur pronouncation. heheh. well, you do it to me too! so we're even! hahahaha. thank you for being there for me man. last piece of advice. uh. dont always feel so insecure, :D i know this is like the 6th time im saying this or something. haha but you know what i wanna say, so i think i shant say it. hahaha. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Oh ya Pearlyn, Thanks for introducing me to Pearlyn. &lt;/span&gt;hahahahahahah sorry. im just bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I love you guys man. hope, we never drift apart and stay friends till we start to wrinkle. Then we can Wrinkle together on those rocking chairs. hah and help each other count the number or wrinkles we have, try stretching out the wrinkles and see how we look when we were young. hahahahahah. love you guys. hugs for all, except luke. Hahahahaha no gay activity PLEASE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7607797-115977626520487291?l=blurifiedisblur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurifiedisblur.blogspot.com/feeds/115977626520487291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7607797&amp;postID=115977626520487291' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607797/posts/default/115977626520487291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607797/posts/default/115977626520487291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurifiedisblur.blogspot.com/2006/10/hmm.html' title='hmm'/><author><name>Blurified</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7607797.post-115942237448556046</id><published>2006-09-28T13:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-28T13:48:49.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'>school</title><content type='html'>man, its been two days of playing truant. heh. but hey at least im doing something productive at home, rather than go to school to sleep, make noise, play handphone games. im actually doing so science at home.. some maths... hah well. Got back most of my prelim papers... the results are:&lt;br /&gt;English Paper 1: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;35/60&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English Paper 2:&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;23/50&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Math paper 1: Missing, but sure fail.&lt;br /&gt;Math paper 2: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;50/100&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Science Physics Paper 2:&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; 59/100&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Science Chemistry Paper 2: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;80/100&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Science MCQ: Missing, but very confident. hah&lt;br /&gt;Humanities Geography:&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; 26/50&lt;/span&gt;.. or was it 27, forgotten.&lt;br /&gt;Humanities Social Studies:&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;30/50&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Design And Technology:&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; 62.5/100&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Chinese Syllabus B: 0/100 never take. hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, not very proud of my results.. but am quite happy.. dispite my playful, procrestinating, not willing to study,never study attitude.. im able to pass.. im really relief.. not to be arrogant whatsoever. well, im boreeeeeeeeeeeed. I'm feelin sick, tummy keeps grumbling.. but im not hungry.. feel like vomitting, feeling sleepy but cant sleep, havin a headache. well. back to doin my work. cheerios! anyway. thank you Pearlyn,Maybelline and Luke for the encouragement and support for my studies. hah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7607797-115942237448556046?l=blurifiedisblur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurifiedisblur.blogspot.com/feeds/115942237448556046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7607797&amp;postID=115942237448556046' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607797/posts/default/115942237448556046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607797/posts/default/115942237448556046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurifiedisblur.blogspot.com/2006/09/school.html' title='school'/><author><name>Blurified</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7607797.post-115919831210021267</id><published>2006-09-25T23:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-25T23:31:52.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lifted.</title><content type='html'>Finally, i feel so much lighter.. the burden is lifted off me.. and im glad. thou im sad.. im glad i did it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7607797-115919831210021267?l=blurifiedisblur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurifiedisblur.blogspot.com/feeds/115919831210021267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7607797&amp;postID=115919831210021267' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607797/posts/default/115919831210021267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607797/posts/default/115919831210021267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurifiedisblur.blogspot.com/2006/09/lifted.html' title='lifted.'/><author><name>Blurified</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7607797.post-115917358578325407</id><published>2006-09-25T16:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-25T16:39:45.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'>confession.</title><content type='html'>i guess its time to confess before things screw up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7607797-115917358578325407?l=blurifiedisblur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurifiedisblur.blogspot.com/feeds/115917358578325407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7607797&amp;postID=115917358578325407' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607797/posts/default/115917358578325407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607797/posts/default/115917358578325407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurifiedisblur.blogspot.com/2006/09/confession.html' title='confession.'/><author><name>Blurified</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7607797.post-115910901167645554</id><published>2006-09-24T22:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-24T22:43:31.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'>another emo night</title><content type='html'>Well, guess its just another lonely,emo night for me. Sadly, i dont even know what im feeling, why im feeling this way, and what should i do. The truth is out i guess, but im just not ready, im really sorry. Everyone's changed, i've changed too, infact twice, to a new person, and back to the same old emo me. All numb, empty, alone. though i know i have friends who are always there for me, i just cant get myself to speak my mind. It is not that i dont treat you guys as friends.. its just me.. i guess i'd rather keep everything to myself. I dont know why im such a person, maybe im embarrassed, well i dont know. i dont want to know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7607797-115910901167645554?l=blurifiedisblur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurifiedisblur.blogspot.com/feeds/115910901167645554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7607797&amp;postID=115910901167645554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607797/posts/default/115910901167645554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607797/posts/default/115910901167645554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurifiedisblur.blogspot.com/2006/09/another-emo-night.html' title='another emo night'/><author><name>Blurified</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7607797.post-115880288766041148</id><published>2006-09-21T09:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-21T09:41:27.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy birthday to me</title><content type='html'>happy birthday to me, you know i love maggie mee, it helps with my knee~ this song is not free.&lt;br /&gt;happy birthday to me, i got sting by a bee, now i cant even pee, i think im so free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, plenty of thanks to the people who were able to make this happen, my mum,my dad, hahahhahaha. and plenty more of thanks to my friends Maybelline, Luke and Pearlyn. and thanks to all who came on sat. hah but i doubt they'd read this so. just sayin alil. well, im 19 now.. my new year's resolution is... that i work harder, get off my lazy ass bum, stop procrestinating so much and score for my O's! hah. thank you once again MTV for making it happen for me! uh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7607797-115880288766041148?l=blurifiedisblur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurifiedisblur.blogspot.com/feeds/115880288766041148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7607797&amp;postID=115880288766041148' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607797/posts/default/115880288766041148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607797/posts/default/115880288766041148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurifiedisblur.blogspot.com/2006/09/happy-birthday-to-me_21.html' title='happy birthday to me'/><author><name>Blurified</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7607797.post-115846893379828184</id><published>2006-09-17T12:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-17T12:55:33.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dream!</title><content type='html'>Woah, last night i had a weird yet sweet dream. hmm Haha. and no it was not a wet dream....&lt;br /&gt;i dreamnt that i was with Jennifer Love Hewitt or someone who looked exactically like her. hahaha. WEIRD man. hahahahah maybe my dream girl who looks like her will appear anytime now? woaaaaaaah. i cant wait! hahahahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7607797-115846893379828184?l=blurifiedisblur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurifiedisblur.blogspot.com/feeds/115846893379828184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7607797&amp;postID=115846893379828184' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607797/posts/default/115846893379828184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607797/posts/default/115846893379828184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurifiedisblur.blogspot.com/2006/09/dream.html' title='dream!'/><author><name>Blurified</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7607797.post-115807830271928241</id><published>2006-09-13T00:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-13T00:25:02.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'>am i</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;am i really that bad? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7607797-115807830271928241?l=blurifiedisblur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurifiedisblur.blogspot.com/feeds/115807830271928241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7607797&amp;postID=115807830271928241' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607797/posts/default/115807830271928241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607797/posts/default/115807830271928241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurifiedisblur.blogspot.com/2006/09/am-i.html' title='am i'/><author><name>Blurified</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7607797.post-115798613421487131</id><published>2006-09-11T22:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-11T22:48:54.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'>today</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;September 11th 2006.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;hmm. today was the first paper of my prelims. ENGLISH! paper 1 &amp; 2. well, i think i kinda screwed up my paper 1 Letter writing and my paper 2 summery. So i guess i aint gonna score. sadly... hah. well, the compo topic.. i did on.. what could parents do to prevent their kids from going astray. hah! i guess i chose that because.. uh... i would never want my child to go astray? hahahah. if he or she did. i'd slap em so hard. ok maybe not. just punish em.. till he or she never gets to hang out with that bad people again. hahaha man i sound so.. uncle.  hmm and the letter writing was about.. uhh Sending a feedback letter to Mr Lee Hsien Loong about the declining population and what could be done to help and solve the problem. Well, I guess Most of my friends would think i would nail that topic with ease. Hah well, I DIDNT! i missed out one point! GAHHHH!!! hahahahaha. well screw it. and to the paper 2... WTF passages on PANDAS AND BEARS! the summery was a reall screw up i guess. &lt;br /&gt;After the papers, went to meet luke and sean for awhile at the foyer. hah suposta to go for lunch but i ended up in a cab heading home cos i didnt like rushing. then went home to change and get ready. heh then went to meet Pearlyn. we took 518 to plaza sing.. thinkin that we could catch the 3+ movie at cathay. but we ended up in a jam. hah. so we went walkin around plaza sing when we reached the place. well, duno whats gotten into me, the mood to shop just aint there. it could be because of exam stress.. and the shortage of cash. hah. I CANT WAIT FOR AFTER MY O LVLS! IM so gonna WORK, get monehhh! buy a new bike, buy new clothes! buy new shoes! buy BETTER FOOD! mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm. hah we caught little man. at "THE GRAND CATHAY" wah so grand. like some coffee grande. well, we were trying to figure out what people were saying when they were lookin for their seats. and the lights! they were moved around by monkeys! hahahaha. anyway.. the 4th floor was creepy. hahahahahaha... =x better not say why. well so much lameness. hmm Littleman Was DAMN FUNNY LAH! to me la.. i mean i was the only one laughin thru the whole entire movie, prolly because.. it was my humour. YOU GUYS GOTTA WATCH IT if u watched white chicks. Hah.! and u gotta know your 50cents lyrics!. well, woooo! had sakae however u spell it. and went home. Woooooooooo! america's top model! Gooooo mollie! :D bye. im off to study social studies after this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7607797-115798613421487131?l=blurifiedisblur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurifiedisblur.blogspot.com/feeds/115798613421487131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7607797&amp;postID=115798613421487131' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607797/posts/default/115798613421487131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607797/posts/default/115798613421487131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurifiedisblur.blogspot.com/2006/09/today.html' title='today'/><author><name>Blurified</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7607797.post-115756130953150069</id><published>2006-09-07T00:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-07T00:48:29.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'>emo</title><content type='html'>man. everyone's feelin so emo. so down. man i wish i could cheer everyone up. make them smile again.. make them laugh. but i guess i cant. why cant i help ? i guess im really that useless huh. i cant even make people smile or laugh anymore. guess its gonna be another emo night for me.&lt;br /&gt; Insomnia. thoughts flowing through my head at night, i cant sleep at night, everynight, knowing that im so useless.&lt;br /&gt;well its my birthday soon. i guess i shouldnt get so emo. hah why man. every year's the same. im always so emo before my birthday. it deeply saddens me.&lt;br /&gt;anyway..&lt;br /&gt;Luke.. move on man. remember our motto.&lt;br /&gt;Pearlyn.. well, i dont know what to say. hope we stay best of friends. hahahahah just kiddin. well take good care man. everything will evantually be fine. :)&lt;br /&gt;May.. Oei Brotherrrr. friends for live man! or isit life. hah whatever. u get me. cheers&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7607797-115756130953150069?l=blurifiedisblur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurifiedisblur.blogspot.com/feeds/115756130953150069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7607797&amp;postID=115756130953150069' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607797/posts/default/115756130953150069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607797/posts/default/115756130953150069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurifiedisblur.blogspot.com/2006/09/emo.html' title='emo'/><author><name>Blurified</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7607797.post-115736527159264595</id><published>2006-09-04T18:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-04T18:21:11.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'>useless</title><content type='html'>God, does the feelin of being useless suck. it just smack me right in the back of the head last night. i dont even know how or why it came. come to think of it. i've really never done anything right in my life. I've always been walking aimlessly through life. im feeling so worthless, useless and hopeless right now. but i aint sad bout it. i wonder why. Its so empty.. im feeling so empty on the insides.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7607797-115736527159264595?l=blurifiedisblur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurifiedisblur.blogspot.com/feeds/115736527159264595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7607797&amp;postID=115736527159264595' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607797/posts/default/115736527159264595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607797/posts/default/115736527159264595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurifiedisblur.blogspot.com/2006/09/useless.html' title='useless'/><author><name>Blurified</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7607797.post-115728848335382078</id><published>2006-09-03T20:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-03T21:01:23.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2nd sept</title><content type='html'>Finally it was the 2nd of september. heh. had a great meal at jerrys. well i thought it was great. haha. then went over to may's to have another unsuccessful movie "marathon" hahahaha. darn we should have played mahjong instead. MY HANDS ARE ITCHY! wanna play wanna play? hhahahaha. sorry that i cut so much details. im really sleepy. and am gonna go for a shower now. hah cheerios!&lt;br /&gt;woo yet another super short entry by Gary!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7607797-115728848335382078?l=blurifiedisblur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurifiedisblur.blogspot.com/feeds/115728848335382078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7607797&amp;postID=115728848335382078' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607797/posts/default/115728848335382078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607797/posts/default/115728848335382078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurifiedisblur.blogspot.com/2006/09/2nd-sept.html' title='2nd sept'/><author><name>Blurified</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7607797.post-115703867009006689</id><published>2006-08-31T23:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-31T23:37:50.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My future</title><content type='html'>Well, a website given by Pearlyn, all we needa do is type in our full name and our "future" comes out.. here goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="contentstart"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;You entered: &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;*Censored*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;There are 14 letters in your name.&lt;br /&gt;Those 14 letters total to 71&lt;br /&gt;There are  4 vowels and 10 consonants in your name.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your number is:&lt;/b&gt; 8&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The characteristics of #8 are: &lt;/b&gt;Practical endeavors, status oriented, power-seeking, high-material goals.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The expression or destiny for #8:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Expression is represented by the number 8. The 8 Expression is well-equipped in a managerial sense. You have outstanding organizational and administrative capabilities. You have the potential for considerable achievement in business or other powerful positions. You can expect to receive the financial and material rewards. You have the skill and abilities to establish or operate a business with great efficiency. You have good judgment when it comes to money and commercial matters, and you understand how to build and accumulate material wealth. Much of your success (or lack of it) may come due to your ability (or inability) to judge character. With the number 8 Expression, you exercise sound judgment in most of your affairs; you are realistic and practical in your approach to business matters.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;The positive 8 Expression produces individuals that are very ambitious and goal-oriented. If the 8 energy is not in excess in your makeup, you will no doubt express these traits to some extent. No one has any more energy that a person with the 8 Expression who has a plan laid and is starting to work. No one has any more self-confidence, either. If you are expressing the positive qualities of 8, you are an outstanding manager because you can plan, initiate, and complete projects; you are very dependable and determined.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;As it always happens, there can be too much of a good thing. If you have too much of the 8 energy in your makeup, you may express some of the negative attitudes. A negative 8 can be very rigid and stubborn. Ambition sometimes has a way of becoming over-ambition, and you may express an unreasonable impatience with the lack of progress. If your negative side is showing, you may be too exacting, both of yourself and of others. Sometimes this can even becomes a case of intolerance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;The number 8 is very materialistic and also very desirous of status and power. Neither of these drives are inherently negative unless they are taken to an extreme. You must avoid the tendency to strain after money, material matters, status, or power, to the detriment of the other important factors in your life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Soul Urge number is:&lt;/b&gt; 4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;A Soul Urge number of 4 means: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the Soul Urge or Motivation number of 4 you are likely to strive for a stable life. You tend to follow a rather orderly pattern and systematic approach in your endeavors. You have an inner desire to serve others in a methodical and diligent manner. You want to be in solid, conventional, and well-regulated activities, and you are somewhat disturbed by innovation and erratic or sudden changes. Excellent at organizing, systematizing, and managing, you have a way of establishing order and maintaining it. You are responsible, reliable and in the final analysis, practical. Highly analytical, you can see your way through all sorts of situations and generally have a clear understanding of the issues. You are a very honest, sincere, and conscientious individual. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;The negative side of the 4 is rigid, stubborn and somewhat narrow-minded. There is a tendency to hide feelings, or to really not be aware of real feelings. Avoid being too rigid and stubborn in your thinking, and try to always see the big picture rather than becoming to involved with the detail. Don't be afraid to take a chance once in awhile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Inner Dream number is:&lt;/b&gt; 4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;An Inner Dream number of 4 means: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You dream of being a very solid citizen that people can depend upon. You strive for organization and predictable order. You want to be recognized as a person with a plan and the discipline to make that plan work like clockwork.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;well, i dont know myself well enough. so can you all tell me if it's true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7607797-115703867009006689?l=blurifiedisblur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurifiedisblur.blogspot.com/feeds/115703867009006689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7607797&amp;postID=115703867009006689' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607797/posts/default/115703867009006689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607797/posts/default/115703867009006689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurifiedisblur.blogspot.com/2006/08/my-future.html' title='My future'/><author><name>Blurified</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7607797.post-115674893357141793</id><published>2006-08-28T15:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-28T15:08:53.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'>woo</title><content type='html'>yesterday sure was enjoyable. heh :D thanks alot for easing all the stress from me about the decision thing. The devil wears prada is a nice movie. haha go catch it. :D well the sushi at plaza sing is nice too.  well, for the first time in my life, i was actually doing something productive. hahaha. dnt at night was actually effective. hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry for the short entry. gotta do work. heh cheers.!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7607797-115674893357141793?l=blurifiedisblur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurifiedisblur.blogspot.com/feeds/115674893357141793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7607797&amp;postID=115674893357141793' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607797/posts/default/115674893357141793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607797/posts/default/115674893357141793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurifiedisblur.blogspot.com/2006/08/woo.html' title='woo'/><author><name>Blurified</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7607797.post-115665469598600727</id><published>2006-08-27T12:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-27T13:28:18.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'>decisions..</title><content type='html'>man.. i hate decisions.. its always so troublesome..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Current Situation.&lt;br /&gt;Parents thinkin of retirement plan, planning to migrate to perth. They're askin me whether i wanna stay in Singapore or migrate over with them..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pros.&lt;br /&gt;Better chance of going to Uni&lt;br /&gt;Most likely a better future.&lt;br /&gt;I'll be with my family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cons.&lt;br /&gt;I dont wanna lose the people who are of utmost importance to me.&lt;br /&gt;god knows whats in for me there..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7607797-115665469598600727?l=blurifiedisblur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurifiedisblur.blogspot.com/feeds/115665469598600727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7607797&amp;postID=115665469598600727' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607797/posts/default/115665469598600727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607797/posts/default/115665469598600727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurifiedisblur.blogspot.com/2006/08/decisions.html' title='decisions..'/><author><name>Blurified</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7607797.post-115650322621170221</id><published>2006-08-25T18:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-25T18:53:46.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fuck</title><content type='html'>What a fucked up day. firstly, today was the submission date for dnt.. so i handed in my incomplete folio cos one of my teacher said we could edit it on tuesday 5 period lesson.. then when i handed it up, another teacher said nope we cannot edit anything, only can add stuff in. WHAT THE FUCK. great im gonna fail my design and technology.&lt;br /&gt;just got home, my aunt kept askin whether i wanted to eat dinner, when i already told her i wasnt comin home for dinner nor lunch today. i even replied her nicely when she asked.. till i totally couldnt hear her.. and i just raised my voice abit and she got irritated. what the fuck. whatever man..  what a fucked up day. i feel like breaking anything in sight of me..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7607797-115650322621170221?l=blurifiedisblur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurifiedisblur.blogspot.com/feeds/115650322621170221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7607797&amp;postID=115650322621170221' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607797/posts/default/115650322621170221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607797/posts/default/115650322621170221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurifiedisblur.blogspot.com/2006/08/fuck.html' title='fuck'/><author><name>Blurified</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7607797.post-115634516612305151</id><published>2006-08-23T22:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-23T22:59:26.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'>motion sickness</title><content type='html'>aw man. 2 more days till dooms day. met up with luke to do work.. ended up doin like less then a page... then went to the sand pit to play with this spinning thing. woah shit man... i felt like my shit just went straight up my large intestine... totally tummy churning ride... lol i got off and straight away fell. hahahah... well im still feeling like shit now... motion sickness sucks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7607797-115634516612305151?l=blurifiedisblur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurifiedisblur.blogspot.com/feeds/115634516612305151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7607797&amp;postID=115634516612305151' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607797/posts/default/115634516612305151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607797/posts/default/115634516612305151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurifiedisblur.blogspot.com/2006/08/motion-sickness.html' title='motion sickness'/><author><name>Blurified</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7607797.post-115608567923226375</id><published>2006-08-20T22:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-20T22:54:39.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tired of life</title><content type='html'>man, how do those old folks actually live such long lifes.. i've only live thru one quarter of what they've lived.. and here i am tired of life, and wishing to give up..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friday is my design and technology dateline, and ive done NUTS bout my folio... i need to have at least like 80 pages? and all i got is uh. 15? man im so screwed.. i guess i can predict my future. NSmen. then sign on. then serve the govt for life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7607797-115608567923226375?l=blurifiedisblur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurifiedisblur.blogspot.com/feeds/115608567923226375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7607797&amp;postID=115608567923226375' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607797/posts/default/115608567923226375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607797/posts/default/115608567923226375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurifiedisblur.blogspot.com/2006/08/tired-of-life.html' title='tired of life'/><author><name>Blurified</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7607797.post-115555202306582886</id><published>2006-08-14T18:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-14T18:40:52.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'>woohoo</title><content type='html'>woohoo! i can almost play the whole verse and chorus without the tabs! well, now all i needa learn is the intro, some middle part before the 2nd verse and the outro! woohoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, Friday's my O lvl orals. man, im stressed&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7607797-115555202306582886?l=blurifiedisblur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurifiedisblur.blogspot.com/feeds/115555202306582886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7607797&amp;postID=115555202306582886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607797/posts/default/115555202306582886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607797/posts/default/115555202306582886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurifiedisblur.blogspot.com/2006/08/woohoo.html' title='woohoo'/><author><name>Blurified</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7607797.post-115539726001726905</id><published>2006-08-12T23:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-12T23:41:00.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'>life..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;man. i guess im giving up on life soon man. its just so hard to live. why cant we just lead a simple life. its so complicating. money, family, love, future.. blah blah..&lt;br /&gt;Its as if the god of bad luck or some crap is hanging onto me. or maybe its just the mirrors i broke.. well if im that unfuckingly lucky, why cant i just get banged down by a car, or get food poisoning and die. i guess whoever up there whos controlling our fate prolly has these buncha dolls who are us. and holding em up and poking fun at us...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; after days of blocking off all forms of advises and stuff, reality finally struck me in the back of my bloody thickass head.. well, i guess im still gonna go on with what ive planned.&lt;br /&gt;well, thurday was a great day. friday was boring. today was really emotional. i wonder whats tmr gonna be like. and monday and tuesday and wednesday and thursday and friday and saturday and sunday and monday and tuesday and wednesday and thursday and friday and saturday and sunday and so on and so for....&lt;br /&gt;since i cant die, i guess i'll just have to go through all these shit..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7607797-115539726001726905?l=blurifiedisblur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurifiedisblur.blogspot.com/feeds/115539726001726905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7607797&amp;postID=115539726001726905' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607797/posts/default/115539726001726905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607797/posts/default/115539726001726905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurifiedisblur.blogspot.com/2006/08/life.html' title='life..'/><author><name>Blurified</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7607797.post-115535219165175010</id><published>2006-08-12T11:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-12T11:09:51.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'>woahh</title><content type='html'>man, life's so fun now. how i wish the time could just stop.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7607797-115535219165175010?l=blurifiedisblur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurifiedisblur.blogspot.com/feeds/115535219165175010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7607797&amp;postID=115535219165175010' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607797/posts/default/115535219165175010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607797/posts/default/115535219165175010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurifiedisblur.blogspot.com/2006/08/woahh.html' title='woahh'/><author><name>Blurified</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7607797.post-115513188303549581</id><published>2006-08-09T21:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-09T21:58:03.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'>poet</title><content type='html'>well, theres this website that i would love to share with you people... its &lt;a href="http://poetry.tetto.org/"&gt;http://poetry.tetto.org/&lt;/a&gt; well. there are lotsa beautiful poems in there.. composed by people.. well.. just wanna share something good..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7607797-115513188303549581?l=blurifiedisblur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurifiedisblur.blogspot.com/feeds/115513188303549581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7607797&amp;postID=115513188303549581' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607797/posts/default/115513188303549581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607797/posts/default/115513188303549581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurifiedisblur.blogspot.com/2006/08/poet.html' title='poet'/><author><name>Blurified</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7607797.post-115510574673513608</id><published>2006-08-09T14:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-09T14:43:28.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'>stress</title><content type='html'>man..my stress levels has been at the peak these few days... massive hair loss.. badass eczma, and uber pain tummy cramps... well.. i know that tummy cramps are due to stress cos of the doctor.. so the other 2 is most likely caused by it too... the worse thing is.. i dont even feel stressed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7607797-115510574673513608?l=blurifiedisblur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurifiedisblur.blogspot.com/feeds/115510574673513608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7607797&amp;postID=115510574673513608' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607797/posts/default/115510574673513608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607797/posts/default/115510574673513608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurifiedisblur.blogspot.com/2006/08/stress.html' title='stress'/><author><name>Blurified</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7607797.post-115509315478495249</id><published>2006-08-09T11:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-09T11:12:34.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy birthday singapore</title><content type='html'>Happy Birthday Singapore!&lt;br /&gt;Boring Day for Gary!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7607797-115509315478495249?l=blurifiedisblur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurifiedisblur.blogspot.com/feeds/115509315478495249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7607797&amp;postID=115509315478495249' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607797/posts/default/115509315478495249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607797/posts/default/115509315478495249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurifiedisblur.blogspot.com/2006/08/happy-birthday-singapore.html' title='happy birthday singapore'/><author><name>Blurified</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7607797.post-115503931959127578</id><published>2006-08-08T19:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-08T20:15:19.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'>change</title><content type='html'>Change..&lt;br /&gt;what is change anyway? i seriously don't know.. well, it could be just letters combined together to form a word, it could mean anything i guess. for all you know unchanged could have the same meaning as change. well, one thing's for sure, it sure aint easy to change.. and stop lil bad habits that cling on you.. I have tons of things i wanna unchange or should i say  change bout myself.. and i know its gonna be really difficult to do so, but when i say im going to change.. i will change.. i dont say one thing, while i do another. I personally got this bad habit of insulting people, which i know very well of. and im trying my best to change it and stop it from happening, another bad habit is putting people down, i know, cos of this tons of people hate me. but do you think i care? well duh. obviously i do, thats why i wanna change. well, there are so many more bad habits that i have... i know i might not be able to change them all in one life time.. but at least im trying.&lt;br /&gt;Why can't people just stick to their words? when they say change. why dont they wanna even try changing.. well, this i dont know, for sure. because its all up to their own will. If you say you wanna change, but u still end up doing the same thing, it means the thought of changing is not there. seriously, i wanna help, but i cant.. if the will to change aint there..&lt;br /&gt;well, why am i saying all these? i dont know. i dont even know what lies up ahead for me.. NS? Poly? ITE? death, hopefully, the sooner the better. i dont wanna be stranded  in this complicated world no more.. i wonder how people actually keep themselves so optimistic. Everytime, when i am optimistic about something, the world just comes crashing down on me. and now im pessimistic again.&lt;br /&gt;Do people actually think of &lt;cite&gt;consequences? i highly doubt so. and whats with this change of fonts? i dont know.. &lt;/cite&gt;well.. Why dont people every think of the future? cos the world is gonna end soon? cos they know there aint gonna be a future for them? there are just so many questions i wanna ask the world.. but i just dont know how to.. questions like.. which is the one true god? which came first? the egg or the chicken? Why is life so unfair? Why must we lead a complicated life? WHY? can anyone please enlighten me... i seriously dont know how to go on with life.. with this thinkin that, everytime i get confident and do something i'd never thought i'd do,  it simply screws up, and i get hurt, i get afraid, i lose confidence, i lose myself, i lose everything..... Why do i have Death as a goal in life? i actually cant wait to get off this earth... well, not literally.. &lt;br /&gt;When i was young, the road to a successful and happy life was so clear and so prominent, i could see everything right ahead of me, i thought it was going to be easy, but as i grew older, i noticed it was all just a delusion. i was tricked, lied to and cheated by life... the truth is.. the road to a successful and happy life was full of traps, obstacles, and deceit. I was walkin blindly into a hell hole. and i still am. Even though i notice all these things that are going to go wrong for me, i cant do anything about it.. its just my personality. and i hate it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I once gave this advice to someone.. i dont know Where the hell it came from... but it did help her... i dont know how either.. well here goes.. Life's more of a jigsaw puzzle, than a precious fragile item.. once it falls to the ground, it comes apart.. but we are still able to put it back together, and it still looks totally new and fine ,unlike a precious fragile item, where we need to throw it away once it breaks... so everytime u stumble across some problems, pick yourself up and get it back together again.. u dont have to throw life away just because of one mistake in your life.. i hope you understand..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;cite&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7607797-115503931959127578?l=blurifiedisblur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurifiedisblur.blogspot.com/feeds/115503931959127578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7607797&amp;postID=115503931959127578' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607797/posts/default/115503931959127578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607797/posts/default/115503931959127578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurifiedisblur.blogspot.com/2006/08/change.html' title='change'/><author><name>Blurified</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7607797.post-115483715343143823</id><published>2006-08-06T11:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-06T13:06:52.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wohooo</title><content type='html'>Woah, was yesterday was the first ever MJljE session. you wanna know what the fuck is that? Its the... MahJong, Lame Jokes and emo session! uh. yeah! the MahJong,Lame Jokes and emo session!. heh well. it was fun. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Before all that.. In the morning!..&lt;br /&gt;woke up, brushed teeth, used computer then recieved sms. then i was off! to the pasir ris poly clinic, to meet Pearlyn. We both had the same thinkin that. Its a saturday... Who the hell would come to the polyclinic, since all they want are the MCS. but DANG it was like the Great singapore sale or something, people queing all over the place. so messy. darn was there plenty people. Even on a saturday. hahaha well, then we got hungry and headed to some dimsum thing at the Community Centre. We went over to the counter to ask the guy how to order, and he started speaking in Cantonese or something. what leimochorhor(well the words aint suposta stick together, its just he talks so fast. it seems like theyre just 1 word) or something. well, haha breakfast was alright. just that no one really understanded us and we really didnt understand them? then she went in to see the doc. lol her name was actually being announced cos we were alil late. hahaha woah thats a first for me. haha.. after that we went to pay.. then Pearlyn asked if whitesands had pool..then suddenly the counter person said No. then we both were like huh?! lol. we then headed off to downtown east to play pool. lol we just kept "mis-hitting"(sounds like meshitting) the cue ball. over and over again. hahahaha.. then we went over to may's place to watch Pink Panther. what a humourous movie. hahaha. " I WANT TO BUY A DAMBURGER!" lol. then we played Mahjong. lol. well i forgot how to play and pearlyn dont know how to play. and luke was slow as usual (just kiddin man.. no offense) and may was happy cos she kept winning.. ass. anyway. damn. i didnt even win anything in the afternoon session. then after the game we all headed different ways after luke sent may to whitesands and i sent Pearlyn home. then met up with luke. lol. then me and him went over to tamp, had BK as dinner, and went to challenger, bullied some lil kids, hahahaha they were like playing games.. and we kept hitting the Balloon onto em, then kept asking them to press different buttons, then made this kid stare at this tag then started flinging the tag around. hahahahahahahahaha. it was damn funny la. LOl. then we headed over to test speakers. damn my home speakers are ghey. lol. I WANT THE ALTEC LANSING SPEAKERS. lol but sadly. they stopped the production of that one. hahaha anyway. went to the speaker shelf where u are able to press these buttons to try the speaker, then while i was trying this speaker.. suddenly it went off. then i looked over to the right, saw this middle aged man who was there awhile ago for quite sometime, then he left... and he came back again.. then he pressed the speaker he wanted to listen to, i straight away said. "How rude!" then pressed my speakers right away.and continued testing. lol. then after that we went to times where we met Pearlyn. headed off to pasir ris, had a 6pack, played hand slapping games, sat in this CRAMPY small helicopter, that resulted me landing on my ass. as i tried to come out. hahahah. it was all fun. then May came, we went up to her play and played mahjong. hahahaha. woohoo i kept winning BIG! lol. big money big money, sadly we only played chips. Potato chips! uh ok whatever. then we started getting all emo, and stopped the game, cos we started askin emo questions. lol. then after that, everyone eventually, and headed home. lol walked Pearlyn home, luke headed home and may... uh was home?... anyway overall. a fun day. hahahah and i really enjoyed it. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woah! after so long, A long entry! woohooo. and it aint full of lame shit. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh update!. forgot to add. late nights caused me PIMPLE OUTBREAKS and caused me facial hair growth. Lol =x OMG MAY's MUM SAID I LOOKED THINNER! Lol. damn. so many things made my day yesterday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7607797-115483715343143823?l=blurifiedisblur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurifiedisblur.blogspot.com/feeds/115483715343143823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7607797&amp;postID=115483715343143823' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607797/posts/default/115483715343143823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607797/posts/default/115483715343143823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurifiedisblur.blogspot.com/2006/08/wohooo.html' title='wohooo'/><author><name>Blurified</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7607797.post-115461667448160814</id><published>2006-08-03T22:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-03T22:51:14.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy</title><content type='html'>woooooooooooooooo. im happy happy happy happy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7607797-115461667448160814?l=blurifiedisblur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurifiedisblur.blogspot.com/feeds/115461667448160814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7607797&amp;postID=115461667448160814' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607797/posts/default/115461667448160814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607797/posts/default/115461667448160814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurifiedisblur.blogspot.com/2006/08/happy.html' title='happy'/><author><name>Blurified</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7607797.post-115435350227016990</id><published>2006-07-31T21:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-31T21:45:02.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2nd post</title><content type='html'>2nd post of the day.&lt;br /&gt;A really important one....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MY FAVOURITE MECHANICAL PENCIL BROKE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if anyone sees it. HELP ME BUY!!!!!!!! a Mon Ami Drawing Cap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7607797-115435350227016990?l=blurifiedisblur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurifiedisblur.blogspot.com/feeds/115435350227016990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7607797&amp;postID=115435350227016990' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607797/posts/default/115435350227016990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607797/posts/default/115435350227016990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurifiedisblur.blogspot.com/2006/07/2nd-post.html' title='2nd post'/><author><name>Blurified</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7607797.post-115433687419749307</id><published>2006-07-31T16:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-31T17:07:54.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'>study</title><content type='html'>Woooooooo. Omg, im so motivated! hahahaha. I actually did work first before usin the comp, woohooo! well, truth is... i turned it on first.. heh to listen to music =x wooooooo im so motivated. im doing my work im doin my work! im gonna work so hard, like being rock hard, uh its not me being rock hard... anyway. MAN im so gonna try to get like 12 or 13 points! no matter what. lol I've got a new goal in life. Either enter some business course, aeronautica or visual com... lol i guess the first two are just intrest but the last 1 is cos there aint exams =x hah... words from a not so booksmart person. &lt;br /&gt;Anyway, School was boring.. AS usual. Damn nose irritating me the whole bloody day. From the time i set foot out of the house.. till now. im still sniffing like some drug sniffing Canine. What a comparison.. Gah,you, her, no him please.. i aint gay.. someone, anyone, please motivate me even more! i so wanna do well for my O levels, and hopefully i can go into a poly and delay my NS life yet again.. hahaha. &lt;br /&gt;Watched 50first dates yesterday at Maybelline's place with luke and may. It was a nice movie, really nice one. actually, most Adam Sandler's movies are nice, heh. it was so sad when they burnt Drew Berrymore's Diary. lol i know im some emotional freak. but i didnt cry. haha..&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo, im off to drink milk and study! wooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7607797-115433687419749307?l=blurifiedisblur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurifiedisblur.blogspot.com/feeds/115433687419749307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7607797&amp;postID=115433687419749307' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607797/posts/default/115433687419749307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607797/posts/default/115433687419749307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurifiedisblur.blogspot.com/2006/07/study.html' title='study'/><author><name>Blurified</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7607797.post-115418913525337769</id><published>2006-07-29T23:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-30T00:05:35.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'>woooohoooooo</title><content type='html'>woooohoooo. well, I wonder am i really that easily entertained and happy. is it really just me? i get so happy over such things i really cant believe it. but who cares. Wooohooooo~ worse of all. its nothing much. damn i just cant get over it.&lt;br /&gt;anyway. Dang was Nacho Libre lame.. heh well lame shows are always funny. cant think of what to blog.  anyway..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; XOXXOOXOXOOXXx&lt;br /&gt;(Kiss,hug,kiss,kiss,hug,hug,kiss.hug.kiss.hug,hug,kiss,kiss,small kiss) wahahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7607797-115418913525337769?l=blurifiedisblur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurifiedisblur.blogspot.com/feeds/115418913525337769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7607797&amp;postID=115418913525337769' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607797/posts/default/115418913525337769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607797/posts/default/115418913525337769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurifiedisblur.blogspot.com/2006/07/woooohoooooo.html' title='woooohoooooo'/><author><name>Blurified</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7607797.post-115363567431474318</id><published>2006-07-23T14:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-23T19:17:58.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fuck man</title><content type='html'>Gah. i fuckin hate it when people ignore me.. its just so bloody irritating.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7607797-115363567431474318?l=blurifiedisblur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurifiedisblur.blogspot.com/feeds/115363567431474318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7607797&amp;postID=115363567431474318' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607797/posts/default/115363567431474318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607797/posts/default/115363567431474318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurifiedisblur.blogspot.com/2006/07/fuck-man.html' title='fuck man'/><author><name>Blurified</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7607797.post-115312368320280581</id><published>2006-07-17T16:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-17T16:08:31.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'>studies</title><content type='html'>man. im So motivated to study, yet i cant study. great. I simply cant get myself to study at home. Distractions are everywhere! *Grabs hair and yell* Can someone bring me out to study? rofl. GAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH. ITS SO HARD TO STUDY AT HOME~! HOW DO YOU PEOPLE DO IT?! man this Blows... like a blowjob.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7607797-115312368320280581?l=blurifiedisblur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurifiedisblur.blogspot.com/feeds/115312368320280581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7607797&amp;postID=115312368320280581' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607797/posts/default/115312368320280581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607797/posts/default/115312368320280581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurifiedisblur.blogspot.com/2006/07/studies.html' title='studies'/><author><name>Blurified</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7607797.post-115303253324914633</id><published>2006-07-16T14:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-16T14:48:53.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'>woo</title><content type='html'>wooo. finally got my rear tyre ready again. no more flat! wooo. lol rode for like an hour... then went back .. and went over to may's place. lol. played charade and the card-drink game with pearlyn ginli may luke and i. well. we had fun. lol. no idea what to blog bout. ciao.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7607797-115303253324914633?l=blurifiedisblur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurifiedisblur.blogspot.com/feeds/115303253324914633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7607797&amp;postID=115303253324914633' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607797/posts/default/115303253324914633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607797/posts/default/115303253324914633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurifiedisblur.blogspot.com/2006/07/woo.html' title='woo'/><author><name>Blurified</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7607797.post-115253757913483322</id><published>2006-07-10T21:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-10T21:19:39.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fuck.</title><content type='html'>man. what a sad year it is for the world cup, a squad with such filty players touching the Cup, contaminating the cup. well, Well deserved headbutt to the chest of that loser materfuckzi. thou he should have been stumped on, gouged, and shot through the head over and over again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7607797-115253757913483322?l=blurifiedisblur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurifiedisblur.blogspot.com/feeds/115253757913483322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7607797&amp;postID=115253757913483322' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607797/posts/default/115253757913483322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607797/posts/default/115253757913483322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurifiedisblur.blogspot.com/2006/07/fuck.html' title='fuck.'/><author><name>Blurified</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7607797.post-115247211990841724</id><published>2006-07-10T03:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-10T03:08:39.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'>world cup</title><content type='html'>oh man. world cup simply makes me sad. yet another 4 years have passed. i guess the next world up, i'd be "rushing hills" sadly.. MAN I WANNA SEE FRANCE WIN! I WANNA SEE THE OLD MAN ZIDANE LIFT THE CUP!!!!!!. common~! cup of Life~ ale ale aleee~ WTF?! GAHHHH&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7607797-115247211990841724?l=blurifiedisblur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurifiedisblur.blogspot.com/feeds/115247211990841724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7607797&amp;postID=115247211990841724' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607797/posts/default/115247211990841724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607797/posts/default/115247211990841724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurifiedisblur.blogspot.com/2006/07/world-cup.html' title='world cup'/><author><name>Blurified</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7607797.post-115233527221022581</id><published>2006-07-08T12:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-08T13:07:52.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'>gah</title><content type='html'>man. ain't life boring.  same old routine everyweek, day after day. but i guess after this 4 more months. its gonna be different!. wooo! lol. man, Theres this awesome day when this cool dude got brought to this earth, but sadly, hes having his exams on that day. is that crappy or what. well. WHATS with singaporeans?! ok i shant generalise. cos im one too. hah. well, i just keep gettin pushed around on public transport. and i didnt even do anything. yesterday we were in this packed train.. then there was this big sized vanilla ice lookin guy standing behind me. as it was packed and i didnt have much space to stand(cos of my size by nature lol) then i accidently moved back, and hit his bag.. and he just used his bag to nudge me.. then i ignored it. then i just stood straight... after that. he just kept nudging me on the back with his bag. WTF. and naturally i got irritated. and i just kept talkin bad bout him loudly.. bloody doofus.. gah.&lt;br /&gt;my blog is for nagging,ranting, and irritating people and at people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7607797-115233527221022581?l=blurifiedisblur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurifiedisblur.blogspot.com/feeds/115233527221022581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7607797&amp;postID=115233527221022581' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607797/posts/default/115233527221022581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607797/posts/default/115233527221022581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurifiedisblur.blogspot.com/2006/07/gah.html' title='gah'/><author><name>Blurified</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7607797.post-115189537882006290</id><published>2006-07-03T10:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-03T21:43:00.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2 years.</title><content type='html'>woah.. its been 2 years already.. how time flies. like mosquitos..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7607797-115189537882006290?l=blurifiedisblur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurifiedisblur.blogspot.com/feeds/115189537882006290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7607797&amp;postID=115189537882006290' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607797/posts/default/115189537882006290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607797/posts/default/115189537882006290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurifiedisblur.blogspot.com/2006/07/2-years.html' title='2 years.'/><author><name>Blurified</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7607797.post-115123340711267271</id><published>2006-06-25T18:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-25T19:03:27.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'>childhood</title><content type='html'>woah. im uber bored. then while sitting at this rotting throne of mine, i suddenly remember bout a childhood friend i once had. lol how random. hah. she was my mum's friend's daughter. lol forgot her name damnit! if not i'd be goin around lookin for her. LOL. well, i was only like 5-7 so. i could hardly remember a thing. she was damn smart la. at that time. lol i wonder is she still smart now. =x think shes the same age as me. or younger.. AND SHE STARTED reading those thick thick books at the age of like 5 to 7.. while i was still playing with my power ranger toys. LOL. well girls will be girls. and boys will be boys.  then my mum would tell me to take her as an example. how shes so hardworking and smart.. unlike me. lazy and. well i cant say im dumb but. just. lazy and lazy. lol. well. i totally cant remember how she looked at all. sadly. :( Hahaha. I WANNA FIND MY CHILDHOOD FRIENDS!. sadly, i've only met or seen like 3 of them. who are from my first pri sch before i went overseas.. i wonder how they're all like now, for all you know some of them may be married. thanks to unforseen circumstances. Lol =D. luckly i aint one of em. heh&lt;br /&gt;IM BORED, bored bored bored bored bored. i dont know why im suddenly thinkin of all these. its like some walk thru memory lane. so nostalgic. lol suddenly thought of my neighbours in the states.. there was this kid called Danny. Woahshit. his whole room was filled with trophies, bicycle dirt racing. lol and he had a pet lizard. one dalmation and a golden retriver. lol i'd usually go over to his place and play super nintendo and swim. haha. hmm other neighbours i had...... well, the other direct neighbour was Justin. lol. some angmor lol. who does stupid stuff. well forgot what he does. hahaha and my sis had a crush on him before. hahaha. then there was kenny and crystal, sean and ryan. and i couldnt remember the rest of them. haha. too bad.&lt;br /&gt;well. it was damn fun there la. we'd play street hockey, basketball, and football on the field. hahahah and baseball. hah woo fun! well. i was the cry baby then. always crying. HAHAHAHAHAHAHa. fun fun fun. alright time for dinner. im off. ciao&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7607797-115123340711267271?l=blurifiedisblur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurifiedisblur.blogspot.com/feeds/115123340711267271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7607797&amp;postID=115123340711267271' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607797/posts/default/115123340711267271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607797/posts/default/115123340711267271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurifiedisblur.blogspot.com/2006/06/childhood.html' title='childhood'/><author><name>Blurified</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7607797.post-115122055217538901</id><published>2006-06-25T15:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-25T15:29:12.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'>man</title><content type='html'>man. im hungry, im bored, im hungry, im bored. yet im hungry and bored. Anyone wanna bring food over to my place for me? man. school's reopening.&lt;br /&gt; WHYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY. and i've yet to even touch my homework. im gonna get ready to get a whole shitload of scolding soon.&lt;br /&gt;I need Cuppachinuu for my Bunghole! cuppachinu! cuppachinu!. Rrrraaapapapapapapapap. I live in lake titikaka!.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7607797-115122055217538901?l=blurifiedisblur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurifiedisblur.blogspot.com/feeds/115122055217538901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7607797&amp;postID=115122055217538901' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607797/posts/default/115122055217538901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607797/posts/default/115122055217538901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurifiedisblur.blogspot.com/2006/06/man_25.html' title='man'/><author><name>Blurified</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7607797.post-115070778430419365</id><published>2006-06-19T16:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-19T17:03:04.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'>man</title><content type='html'>OMG. so &lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;traumatizing!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! i've fainlly realised that my name aint that unique anymore........ =( =( =(  i found a person with the same name as me. but woah after i searched google.. DANG THERES EVEN MORE. thats proof. that gary goh is a nice name. HAH you losers out there ought to be jealous huh. =D  but im still sad :( lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7607797-115070778430419365?l=blurifiedisblur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurifiedisblur.blogspot.com/feeds/115070778430419365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7607797&amp;postID=115070778430419365' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607797/posts/default/115070778430419365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607797/posts/default/115070778430419365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurifiedisblur.blogspot.com/2006/06/man.html' title='man'/><author><name>Blurified</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7607797.post-115055977951162675</id><published>2006-06-17T23:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-17T23:56:19.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'>burp</title><content type='html'>man im bored fullstop&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7607797-115055977951162675?l=blurifiedisblur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurifiedisblur.blogspot.com/feeds/115055977951162675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7607797&amp;postID=115055977951162675' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607797/posts/default/115055977951162675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607797/posts/default/115055977951162675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurifiedisblur.blogspot.com/2006/06/burp.html' title='burp'/><author><name>Blurified</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7607797.post-114960816321037483</id><published>2006-06-06T23:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-06T23:36:03.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'>6/6/06</title><content type='html'>woah. today's the 6th of june 2006. which = 6/6/6. lol so satanic. SO I CANT MISS THE CHANCE TO BLOG IT DOWN! IT ONLY COMES BY EVERY 100 YEARS! hahahahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7607797-114960816321037483?l=blurifiedisblur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurifiedisblur.blogspot.com/feeds/114960816321037483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7607797&amp;postID=114960816321037483' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607797/posts/default/114960816321037483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607797/posts/default/114960816321037483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurifiedisblur.blogspot.com/2006/06/6606.html' title='6/6/06'/><author><name>Blurified</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7607797.post-114926164371757602</id><published>2006-06-02T23:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-02T23:20:43.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fwah</title><content type='html'>man. lol what a boring day. well went to play pool. then watch a movie. with faiz and luke. and As usual, we have our Lame jokes. well cant remember much. lol went to watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;BENCHWARMERS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;hahahhah what a lame movie. Damn funny la. rofl. cant remember much either. im so absent miinded. anyway. went to Cathy. that new place. and saw these posters..&lt;br /&gt; The DAvinci code and Xman. OMG THAT GUY GOTS THE SAME POSE FOR EVERY SINGLE POSTER LA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v467/blurified/DSC00462.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v467/blurified/DSC00463.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7607797-114926164371757602?l=blurifiedisblur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurifiedisblur.blogspot.com/feeds/114926164371757602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7607797&amp;postID=114926164371757602' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607797/posts/default/114926164371757602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607797/posts/default/114926164371757602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurifiedisblur.blogspot.com/2006/06/fwah.html' title='fwah'/><author><name>Blurified</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7607797.post-114857444300458361</id><published>2006-05-26T00:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-26T00:27:23.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'>waaa</title><content type='html'>what a day. woke up as usual. brushed teeth as usual, turned on the comp as usual, rot as usual, went to wild wild wet... unusual..... well. it was fun... at first. till the weather turned BAaaaaaad&lt;br /&gt;[Because It's Bad, It's Bad - Come On&lt;br /&gt; (Bad Bad - Weather, Really Bad)&lt;br /&gt; You Know It's Bad, It's Bad - You Know It&lt;br /&gt; (Bad Bad - Weather, Really Bad)&lt;br /&gt; You Know It's Bad, It's Bad - Come On, You Know&lt;br /&gt; (Bad Bad - Weather, Really Bad)&lt;br /&gt; And The Whole World Has To Answer Right Now&lt;br /&gt; Just To Tell You Once Again,&lt;br /&gt; Who's Bad...the weather...]&lt;br /&gt;well. after that, we went to luke's bro house for a swim. hahaha. man how relaxin lookin at the clouds. I love the clouds.(MAYB. Dont copy me. pfft) they transform into different shapes and forms like Transformers. hmm well swim swim swim swam swam swam swan swan swan goose goose goose geese geese... then we went up to luke's bro's place for a movie. KILL BILL. hurhur. but i wonder why is it called "kill bill" when she didnt manage to KILL BILL. well. didnt even manage to get to SEE BILL. lol. Woah What a gorey show. its more gorey than World War 2. or world war 1. damn is the director as sick as Hitler.. Heads flying everywhere, limbs being tossed like salad. its like. the part where Uma Thurma had to fight like 100 over "Yakuzas" DANG its as if they were in this HUGE blender.. Limbs flying everywhere, blood was everywhere. Lol. MAN THE HONGKONG ACTOR IS LAME LA. anyway. hah nice movie~ but the nicer part was yet to come... Luke's sis inlaw took out this packet of chocolate.. couldnt see it cos we were in the dark.. then when i ate it.. there was this bittersweet feeling(nostalgic.. dont wanna use it. cos later people say my vocab's limited) of the past.. OMG it WAS REEESES PEANUT BUTTERCUPS. HOLY NUTS. my Fav chocolate of all time la~ the taste of chocolate and peanut butter mixing in your mouth, is just Heavenly.. hahahahahahahahaha. so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so yummy! sadly.. its only found in america...mmm all the good shits are in america.. and i miss it all(see how i got my size?) Hah. Anyway. went back after the movie.. suposta go eat.~ till TWO Unknown people got fickle minded. and couldnt decide whether to eat or not to eat! (You 2 know who u are.. there were only 3 of us..) Lol =x SO POOR ME HAD TO COME HOME AND EAT COLD "MADE HOT" NASI LEMAK. lol.&lt;br /&gt;man. im bored. time to go game. Cheeeeeeeerios!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7607797-114857444300458361?l=blurifiedisblur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurifiedisblur.blogspot.com/feeds/114857444300458361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7607797&amp;postID=114857444300458361' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607797/posts/default/114857444300458361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607797/posts/default/114857444300458361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurifiedisblur.blogspot.com/2006/05/waaa.html' title='waaa'/><author><name>Blurified</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7607797.post-114840279724797840</id><published>2006-05-24T00:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-24T00:46:37.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lol.</title><content type='html'>Woah, just read through all my past entries, gives me a sense of nostalgia. but hah. makes me feel dumb and pathetic too.i fell head over heels for a girl. and got hurt soo badly. lol what a typical love story. except maybe its usually the girl thats get hurt. lol well. thats why im epicene.=D well.. its 12.30am and i aint sleeping. and i have school tomorrow. gah. thou im tired. i guess i'll use my last ounce of "Awakeness" to type this entry. hah.&lt;br /&gt;i dont feel like deleting my past entries. but im afraid that it might just somehow be in the way sooner or later.. hah. please enlighten me on what to do~. i seriously cant wait till my O lvls are over... then i guess i'll look for a job~ and save up for my long awaited bike~ hahahahah! =D i cant wait. well.. for the past 6 years of my life.. i've always been saying. im gonna find myself a job after the exams.. im gonna find myself a job during the holidays... Lol.. till now.. i've never seriously had a job before.... other then going door to door giving out fliers.. Lol. but now.. all i wanna do is to concentrate hard on my O lvls so that i dont needa worry during the holidays and can enjoy... Which is prolly the last thing im doing right now.. concentrating on my studies.. i've always been pondering what im gonna be in the future.. whether i'm gonna earn big bucks ,lead a normal and carefree life like i am now, or work my ass off so hard that my ass has muscles but yet get the amount of pay a beggar in america gets. im so materialistic. i want so much.. yet i aint working hard. dang do i want my family to enjoy. and not worry bout money problems. i wanna be able to support my parents and aunty too. since they've worked so hard to get my to this stage of my life.. i wanna work harder to be able to let them enjoy their golden age... if thats the right word to use... lol golden age.. man.. im stressing out so much. that i dont know why.. dropping hair, eczema pimples growin... man.. just busted my shin just now. lol aint big. but dang.. its bulging!like a bulge in the pants..its erecting! well.. erected.&lt;br /&gt;gah i guess im off to bed. i aint got anyidea what to talk about no more.. my life is always so boring. hahahaha. alrighty. Cheeeeeeerios!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7607797-114840279724797840?l=blurifiedisblur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurifiedisblur.blogspot.com/feeds/114840279724797840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7607797&amp;postID=114840279724797840' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607797/posts/default/114840279724797840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607797/posts/default/114840279724797840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurifiedisblur.blogspot.com/2006/05/lol.html' title='lol.'/><author><name>Blurified</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7607797.post-114832208840876010</id><published>2006-05-23T01:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-23T02:45:26.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'>taiwan~</title><content type='html'>man. tmr my parents are flyin off to Taiwan. that hunka junk chink place. man. i guess i'll miss them. just wanna wish them a safe and enjoyable trip.. im so darn worried. lol damn~ but i guess they'd be fine~ afterall.. my sister's been there a handful of times. and my parents have always been roaming the world. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its 1.52am right now~ im tired~ but i dont wanna sleep. lol so much tuition homework to do.. yet i aint doing it. hah. its been quite sometime since i last Posted a uber long entry. so ima try do it today. hmm. what a hectic few weeks it has been. Mid years exams, slacking, and enjoying. lol GOD HOW DO PEOPLE ACTUALLY TYPE SO LONG ENTRIES?!. hmm anyway. WOOOO! i passed all my 5 subjects! and for L1R4. i got 26 points! for Midyears la... Lol =x woooot(Learnt from the one, the only, Mr potato head) WOOT WOOT WOOT! WTH DOES HE THINK HE IS?! AN OWL?! man. owing me money for so uber long and not returning it to me. EVEN If he saved 50Cents a day. He could have paid up by then. woah 50Cents~ sounds so. Manly, Buffed, Able to take 6 bullet shots.. LOL alright. aint the time to side track. anyways...... man i seriously cant think of what to talk about.. im currently listenin to Train - Drops of Jupiter..well. next song is... uhh..Bon jovi - Livin on a prayer. weird title. how can anyone be livin on a prayer when it aint a kinda shelter whatsoever. =x man im feelin lame..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gahhh gettin gastric aches. my tummy is rumbling~ like Royal rumble....................... my hair is short like short circuit............. my hair is dropping like bird droppings..... my legs are shaking like macdonald shaker fries...... im singing like singing in the rain.... im chatting like a chatterbox.... im rotting with flies all over me and maggots struggling to Break free from my decomposing body..... Im burping like a Bird , farting like a frog and blinking like the Rear blinker of my bike... im scratching like a scratching board... listening to music like a Geek playing computer games.. alright enough of all these irrelavant useless nothings. im just simply trying to make my entry look longer. Greater than the great wall of china. Broader than Boarders. Longer than a long bean. im actually laughin at all these things im typing. rofl! sorry. im a very self entertained person. i guess i can live without anyone entertaining me. cos i laugh at my own jokes and i find myself funny. and sometimes u see me laughin to my own jokes while people are staring at me. round round get around~ i get around~ woooo beach boys~ i wish i was one~ then i could beach all day, watchin the ocean go back and forth. forth and back. then back and forth again. just like wind shield whiper of my dad's car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my dad's car, is so far~ yet i can reach a bar~ without his car~. i wanna slack, not in the sun cos i'll turn black, and then i'll become ballack. That soccer player from germany, whom is known by many, but not by fanny nor manny or even danny. i want Gold~ then i'd look bold~ rather than hair like a bowl, without a mole, even with a mold, we cant make gold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;?!?!?! WHAT HAS GOTTEN INTO ME?! omg&lt;br /&gt;derob ylpmis m'i sseug&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gah. im so bored im gonna add on more.&lt;br /&gt;man. I so wannabe a hunk. so i can look like a punk, like pank sai.~ im bored~ like a ford , in a fort, this is lame~ without caring for fame~ then i can be a dame. with the help of changing sex, i can look like max, a gay who looks likes Dex. man this aint funny no more. i've lost it. NOoooooooooooooooo~ Noooooooooooooooooooooooooo~  i love adam khoo~ who looks like mr foo, who cant be a fool~ then he'll use a tool, and stick it up his stool, without any goo. and we can go boo too. Gary gary bo bary~ banana fana fo fary~ fi fai mo mary~ Gary!~ im listening to Queen- Bohemian rhapsody, Scaramouche,scaramouche will you do the fandango- Thunderbolt and lightning very very frightning ME! YIKES!. Galileo,galileo, Galileo galileo Galileo figaro-magnifico~ and i'd feel Magnificanto! then i can be Like David Copperfield, running naked on a field~ without much yield from my Krill field. now listening to ~ Everlasting love... Sounds so Everlasting.. but its only 3 mins 22 seconds. burpppppppppppppppppppppppppp. man i think im off to bed~ cheeeeeeeeeeeeerious!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7607797-114832208840876010?l=blurifiedisblur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurifiedisblur.blogspot.com/feeds/114832208840876010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7607797&amp;postID=114832208840876010' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607797/posts/default/114832208840876010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607797/posts/default/114832208840876010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurifiedisblur.blogspot.com/2006/05/taiwan.html' title='taiwan~'/><author><name>Blurified</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7607797.post-114812311662456861</id><published>2006-05-20T19:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-20T19:05:16.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hahaha</title><content type='html'>hahahah the pics of me~ in the chalet. taken by. ME. rofl!&lt;br /&gt;omg la i had make up all over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v467/blurified/DSC00381.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v467/blurified/DSC00379.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7607797-114812311662456861?l=blurifiedisblur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurifiedisblur.blogspot.com/feeds/114812311662456861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7607797&amp;postID=114812311662456861' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607797/posts/default/114812311662456861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607797/posts/default/114812311662456861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurifiedisblur.blogspot.com/2006/05/hahaha.html' title='hahaha'/><author><name>Blurified</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7607797.post-114809910207751261</id><published>2006-05-20T12:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-20T12:25:02.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'>woah...</title><content type='html'>woahhhh.......&lt;br /&gt;As one of the organiser of the Chalet, i would like to declare the Chalet... well.... uh not so successful, but still successful chalet.&lt;br /&gt;well Luke, Faiz and me took like 1 hour to decorate the whole room... well it wasnt the BEST... but still? "Its the thoughts that count" hahahahahahah...&lt;br /&gt;anyway. man got real drunk.... lol was concious.. but i just wanted to have fun... so i just went wild. rofl..&lt;br /&gt;anyway. hopefully theres gonna be another chalet... so we can do it one more time~ Lol.&lt;br /&gt;cheers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7607797-114809910207751261?l=blurifiedisblur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurifiedisblur.blogspot.com/feeds/114809910207751261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7607797&amp;postID=114809910207751261' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607797/posts/default/114809910207751261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607797/posts/default/114809910207751261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurifiedisblur.blogspot.com/2006/05/woah.html' title='woah...'/><author><name>Blurified</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7607797.post-114793652482556758</id><published>2006-05-18T15:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-18T15:15:26.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mid years</title><content type='html'>Mannnnnnn.. mid years... lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;english&lt;/span&gt;.. i got 63% overall.. 34/60 paper 1.. and 35.5/50 for paper 2..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;math&lt;/span&gt;....man! i got 49% overall.. thou i suposta get 50% cos i got 31/80 for paper 1.. and 59/100 for paper 2.. add em up together and divide.. its 50%!!!! but they "Kay Kiang" they added 50% from paper1 and from paper 2.... GAH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Science&lt;/span&gt;... physics i got 31/65.. for the paper and god knows what for practical, chem i got 37.5/65 for the paper and 11/15 for practical.. and the mcq for both papers i got 25/40. WOo. FINALLY I PASSED MY SCIENCE!. 56% but thats without my physics practical..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Humans....&lt;/span&gt; i got 32/50 for my social.. and 23/50 for my geog. Damn first time ever... failed geog.. hmm got 55% overall..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DNT...&lt;/span&gt;rofl aint got much to say.. 26/100.&lt;br /&gt;man. overall. i wasnt too disappointed. cos i didnt study.. =X&lt;br /&gt;WOO i topped lotsa subjects! =x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7607797-114793652482556758?l=blurifiedisblur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurifiedisblur.blogspot.com/feeds/114793652482556758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7607797&amp;postID=114793652482556758' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607797/posts/default/114793652482556758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607797/posts/default/114793652482556758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurifiedisblur.blogspot.com/2006/05/mid-years.html' title='mid years'/><author><name>Blurified</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7607797.post-114754047955747674</id><published>2006-05-14T01:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-14T01:14:39.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'>liverpool</title><content type='html'>WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO LIVERPOOL ARE THE FA CUP CHAMPIONS! WHAT A MATCH LA. i almost cried. so freakin intense. SO EXCITING. liverpool won!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7607797-114754047955747674?l=blurifiedisblur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurifiedisblur.blogspot.com/feeds/114754047955747674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7607797&amp;postID=114754047955747674' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607797/posts/default/114754047955747674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607797/posts/default/114754047955747674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurifiedisblur.blogspot.com/2006/05/liverpool.html' title='liverpool'/><author><name>Blurified</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7607797.post-114725759779147421</id><published>2006-05-10T18:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-10T18:39:57.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'>man.</title><content type='html'>fuck man what the fuck is happening today.. every single fuckin thing is goin wrong for me.. what a fucked up day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7607797-114725759779147421?l=blurifiedisblur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurifiedisblur.blogspot.com/feeds/114725759779147421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7607797&amp;postID=114725759779147421' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607797/posts/default/114725759779147421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607797/posts/default/114725759779147421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurifiedisblur.blogspot.com/2006/05/man_10.html' title='man.'/><author><name>Blurified</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7607797.post-114723762045025763</id><published>2006-05-10T12:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-10T13:07:00.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'>man</title><content type='html'>Man. whats with the aunties of pasir ris and their attitude?! was on the bus. then i moved into the standing area.. standing infront of this fugly aunty who looked. bout 35? or 40.. no idea. but damn does she look fugly. hmm anyway. i thought i saw her trying to move out from behind me. so i moved forward. but she didnt go. so i moved back into the spot.. then when i slowly moved back. she pushed me on the back.. without saying sorry or excuse me. What the fuck was that? so my first reaction was. What the?! then i asked her. what was that for? you didnt have to push me you know. guess whats her answer... It was the Impact. in a very stucked up manner. Pfft. go get a dog stucked up urself la bitch. pfft. one day u're gonna get "Pushed" by a car and the driver's gonna say sorry i didnt Bang her~ it was the "IMPACT". fuckin bitch. go screw urself. now if u wanted to touch me you could have just told me. thou we all know what the answer is gonna be... obviously no.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7607797-114723762045025763?l=blurifiedisblur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurifiedisblur.blogspot.com/feeds/114723762045025763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7607797&amp;postID=114723762045025763' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607797/posts/default/114723762045025763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607797/posts/default/114723762045025763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurifiedisblur.blogspot.com/2006/05/man.html' title='man'/><author><name>Blurified</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7607797.post-114666241410292561</id><published>2006-05-03T21:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-03T21:20:14.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sick</title><content type='html'>woah. the bitch of this blog is currently sick and almost dying. well. feel free to poke him with a stick when hes dead.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7607797-114666241410292561?l=blurifiedisblur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurifiedisblur.blogspot.com/feeds/114666241410292561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7607797&amp;postID=114666241410292561' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607797/posts/default/114666241410292561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607797/posts/default/114666241410292561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurifiedisblur.blogspot.com/2006/05/sick.html' title='sick'/><author><name>Blurified</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7607797.post-114646272432478172</id><published>2006-05-01T13:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-01T13:52:04.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'>meh</title><content type='html'>why is today called labour day? when its a day off? shouldnt we be working and all since its &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LABOUR &lt;/span&gt;day?&lt;br /&gt; meh. im just bored. and dead tired. doin my bloody D&amp;amp;T right now. taking like FOREVER to finish it la. sadly. freakin 1 page is already takin me 2 hours. how to finish!? omg..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7607797-114646272432478172?l=blurifiedisblur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurifiedisblur.blogspot.com/feeds/114646272432478172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7607797&amp;postID=114646272432478172' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607797/posts/default/114646272432478172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607797/posts/default/114646272432478172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurifiedisblur.blogspot.com/2006/05/meh.html' title='meh'/><author><name>Blurified</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7607797.post-114595175877312701</id><published>2006-04-25T15:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-25T15:55:58.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'>take the lead</title><content type='html'>DANGG watch take the lead PEOPLE! musttt watch!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7607797-114595175877312701?l=blurifiedisblur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurifiedisblur.blogspot.com/feeds/114595175877312701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7607797&amp;postID=114595175877312701' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607797/posts/default/114595175877312701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607797/posts/default/114595175877312701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurifiedisblur.blogspot.com/2006/04/take-lead.html' title='take the lead'/><author><name>Blurified</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7607797.post-114594788664822562</id><published>2006-04-25T14:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-25T14:51:26.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hmm</title><content type='html'>heh havent been updating. well here goes.&lt;br /&gt;woah.. next week's my midyears. lol practical.. on dont know when.. and english on friday.. well. the rest are in two weeks. im like so dead. i havent even started studying. lol execpt for tuition. well. at least it helps me understand better.. well. i've got like 4 more papers to do by 7.30 today.. and here i am blogging. gah aint i a loyal fan of blogger. :D hmm. hopefully i can pass my math,english.humans and dnt. lol DAMN i've got like tons of work to do for dnt.. time to start burning midnight oil.. yup. you heard me. Gary burning midnight oil.. sure... lol.&lt;br /&gt;damn! i aint tanned enough! its raining EVERY SINGLE FREAKING DAY. whats with the catastrophic weather. its screwing with my mood and my life! lol. dang. time to start with my tuition work. cheeeeeers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7607797-114594788664822562?l=blurifiedisblur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurifiedisblur.blogspot.com/feeds/114594788664822562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7607797&amp;postID=114594788664822562' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607797/posts/default/114594788664822562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607797/posts/default/114594788664822562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurifiedisblur.blogspot.com/2006/04/hmm.html' title='hmm'/><author><name>Blurified</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7607797.post-114519548209842884</id><published>2006-04-16T21:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-16T21:53:16.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'>gah.</title><content type='html'>Man. i wonder when am i gonna see&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; .&lt;/span&gt;h&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;e&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;r&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;again. Man! i wasted my chance yesterday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7607797-114519548209842884?l=blurifiedisblur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurifiedisblur.blogspot.com/feeds/114519548209842884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7607797&amp;postID=114519548209842884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607797/posts/default/114519548209842884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607797/posts/default/114519548209842884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurifiedisblur.blogspot.com/2006/04/gah.html' title='gah.'/><author><name>Blurified</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7607797.post-114506824900735573</id><published>2006-04-15T10:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-15T10:30:49.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'>yawnnn</title><content type='html'>yawnnn. damn im tired. i got totally no idea what to update on man.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7607797-114506824900735573?l=blurifiedisblur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurifiedisblur.blogspot.com/feeds/114506824900735573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7607797&amp;postID=114506824900735573' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607797/posts/default/114506824900735573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607797/posts/default/114506824900735573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurifiedisblur.blogspot.com/2006/04/yawnnn.html' title='yawnnn'/><author><name>Blurified</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7607797.post-114458993234304987</id><published>2006-04-09T21:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-09T21:38:52.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NOO</title><content type='html'>Why didnt jade seah win?! booooooooooooooo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7607797-114458993234304987?l=blurifiedisblur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurifiedisblur.blogspot.com/feeds/114458993234304987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7607797&amp;postID=114458993234304987' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607797/posts/default/114458993234304987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607797/posts/default/114458993234304987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurifiedisblur.blogspot.com/2006/04/noo.html' title='NOO'/><author><name>Blurified</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7607797.post-114457789606327834</id><published>2006-04-09T18:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-09T18:18:16.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WTF</title><content type='html'>what the fuck is up with my bro?! the whole bloody cupboard is filled with his Tees that he doesnt wear. and yet he must fuckin wear my tee. and i only have like 5 Tees. WHAT THE FUCK LAR. i know you like my taste in clothes. THEN WHY CANT U BUY IT FOR YOURSELF RATHER THEN USE THE ONES I BUY!?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7607797-114457789606327834?l=blurifiedisblur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurifiedisblur.blogspot.com/feeds/114457789606327834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7607797&amp;postID=114457789606327834' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607797/posts/default/114457789606327834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607797/posts/default/114457789606327834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurifiedisblur.blogspot.com/2006/04/wtf.html' title='WTF'/><author><name>Blurified</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7607797.post-114447299291183632</id><published>2006-04-08T13:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-08T13:09:52.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'>update.</title><content type='html'>update.............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. uh updated?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7607797-114447299291183632?l=blurifiedisblur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurifiedisblur.blogspot.com/feeds/114447299291183632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7607797&amp;postID=114447299291183632' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607797/posts/default/114447299291183632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607797/posts/default/114447299291183632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurifiedisblur.blogspot.com/2006/04/update.html' title='update.'/><author><name>Blurified</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7607797.post-114371758475468187</id><published>2006-03-30T19:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-30T19:23:11.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'>gay!</title><content type='html'>omg omg! last ride.. i managed to get pictures of 2 gays blowing each other..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v467/blurified/DSC00068.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v467/blurified/DSC00067.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7607797-114371758475468187?l=blurifiedisblur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurifiedisblur.blogspot.com/feeds/114371758475468187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7607797&amp;postID=114371758475468187' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607797/posts/default/114371758475468187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607797/posts/default/114371758475468187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurifiedisblur.blogspot.com/2006/03/gay.html' title='gay!'/><author><name>Blurified</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7607797.post-114344856836560445</id><published>2006-03-27T16:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-27T16:36:08.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'>asia pac</title><content type='html'>firstly. i doubt i'd me typin much. lol&lt;br /&gt;woah. 2 days of late sleep, early wakenings. =\ friday went cyclin with sean and luke. lol came back at about 12.30.. packed my bag.. and slept at around 1.. lol&lt;br /&gt;sat~&lt;br /&gt;Asia pac Day1&lt;br /&gt;gah. woke up at 4.40. met up with luke at pasir ris mrt to wait for kenny. lol. haha then we went to Ram's.. to bring everything to Sentosa. lol the comp started at like 10. had so many briefings.. then went to the breakwaters thing to be observers =X lol. luckly there were only 6 riders. well, my fullest respects to them. lil kids who can trash me anyday.  went back at around 2+ and rotted the day till night time. went to brandon's house to clean up my bike cranks.. well didnt really work.. it was still creaking. went home at like 10+ slept at like 11.. lol&lt;br /&gt;Sun~&lt;br /&gt;Asia Pac Day 2&lt;br /&gt;fwah. woke up at 5.30 left at 6.. lol, met up with them at 6.40 they were late! gah. hmm 46 riders on that day.. so tiring.. =x so many falls, injuries, disappointment... all just for a place on the podium.. well thats competition for you. hmm.. the day went by so fast.. lol we after all 45 riders(except 1.. who br0ke his finger at the second section) came pass our section twice..  hmm cleaned up the place after that and went back to the sapphire hall.. after they announced the stuff, lol me ,luke, guan peng went into the water. hahaha. i started throwing seaweed at luke. hahahaha =x then we threw around.. and finally started throwing at the other observers and marshalls.. lol =x fun day... hmm. then went back at around 7.. where we went back to ram's shop to keep the stuff.. LOL LUKE GOT HUMPED BY A DOG. HAHAHAHA. hmm left the place at around 10.. then went home..&lt;br /&gt;gah. dead tired in school today.. =I WANT A MOD BIKE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7607797-114344856836560445?l=blurifiedisblur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurifiedisblur.blogspot.com/feeds/114344856836560445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7607797&amp;postID=114344856836560445' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607797/posts/default/114344856836560445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607797/posts/default/114344856836560445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurifiedisblur.blogspot.com/2006/03/asia-pac.html' title='asia pac'/><author><name>Blurified</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7607797.post-114310212993708449</id><published>2006-03-23T15:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-23T16:22:10.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'>omg.</title><content type='html'>oh. my god. GAYS!. lol well. im lazy to update. hahahahah. got tuition later. cheerious.&lt;br /&gt;they were actually taking pictures of themselves playin with the fork and spoons, pretending to stick it into his head.. and sniffing the salt and pepper giving that "gonna sneeze" face. and he actually tilted his head and held the tabasco sauce as though it was a gun being pointed to his head.. then they played with the cheese as u can see. OMG la..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v467/blurified/DSC00063.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v467/blurified/DSC00064.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7607797-114310212993708449?l=blurifiedisblur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurifiedisblur.blogspot.com/feeds/114310212993708449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7607797&amp;postID=114310212993708449' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607797/posts/default/114310212993708449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607797/posts/default/114310212993708449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurifiedisblur.blogspot.com/2006/03/omg.html' title='omg.'/><author><name>Blurified</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7607797.post-114258051319925614</id><published>2006-03-17T15:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-17T15:30:01.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'>meh.</title><content type='html'>hmm. havent been bloggin for a extremely long time.. well.. got bored of it. hahaha =x hmm its the holidays.. well so it seems to be. SO Freekin boring. lol last sat was sports day. well nothing much happened then. then monday had school. lol. nothin happened either. except havin a lil argument with yiling. hmm. tuesday.. nothin happened. wends. met up with lilin and lina to study. yeah.. for 5 hours.. i did only fuckin 2 paper 1... HOW i still got 4 more to do! by monday. how?! yikes yikes. hmm.. thursday.. went zoukkkkkkkkkkk. Haha.. well starting part wasnt that happening. WAITED for like fuckin duno how long just to go into a uberly cramped up place. haha. its like queing up for hello kitty dolls. only.. with more people. hmm the later part was funn. hahaha. alright thats all i have to say .. woohoo. 6 days of EXCITEMENT. cramped up into a paragraph. how efficient. hmm. gonna go for tuition later.. first time ever.. in 7 years.. lol. omg stressed..&lt;br /&gt;woohoo! tmr Asia Pac Observer meeting. lol. meh or should i say briefing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7EyvgfMEvE4"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7EyvgfMEvE4" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/E8JIJ2icW8E"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/E8JIJ2icW8E" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;videos from zouk. hahahahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7607797-114258051319925614?l=blurifiedisblur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurifiedisblur.blogspot.com/feeds/114258051319925614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7607797&amp;postID=114258051319925614' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607797/posts/default/114258051319925614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607797/posts/default/114258051319925614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurifiedisblur.blogspot.com/2006/03/meh.html' title='meh.'/><author><name>Blurified</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7607797.post-114199882830479734</id><published>2006-03-10T21:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-10T21:53:48.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'>heh</title><content type='html'>gah. had so much fun with my hp camera. ! hahaha!  did some stenciling. lol. luke's stencil. Again. hahahah&lt;br /&gt;My Class TEE. well suposta have some alien thing. but meh. too bad.&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v467/blurified/DSC00041.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heheh. the skill of biting off the top of a can. =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v467/blurified/DSC00040.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yiling's drawing/colouring. =&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v467/blurified/DSC00039.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and finally....&lt;br /&gt;Luke pissin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v467/blurified/Monktards%20and%20friends/DSC00021.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7607797-114199882830479734?l=blurifiedisblur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurifiedisblur.blogspot.com/feeds/114199882830479734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7607797&amp;postID=114199882830479734' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607797/posts/default/114199882830479734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607797/posts/default/114199882830479734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurifiedisblur.blogspot.com/2006/03/heh.html' title='heh'/><author><name>Blurified</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7607797.post-114189470829102124</id><published>2006-03-09T16:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-09T16:58:29.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mr popularity.</title><content type='html'>haha. today during CME.. we had to sell ourselves. well actually. we had this See who in our class is a good boyfriend or girlfriend. we had to answer these few questions.&lt;br /&gt;This is me(what are my characters and stuff..)&lt;br /&gt;What are my interests&lt;br /&gt;What is my ideal partner&lt;br /&gt;Why am I a ideal partner&lt;br /&gt;Why am I Not a ideal partner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol.. then after we wrote finish, all the guys would hand up the paper to the teach. then she would distribute the papers to the girls. then she would collect from all the girls and distribute it to the guys.. then we had to read it and comment at the back whether that person is the right person or not. Lol.  after writing, we handed it up, and the teachers wrote our names down on the board. and wrote down those who feel that the person is the right person for her or him. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guess what. *adjust collars* LOL im mr Popularity. =x heh. with 11 out of 17 girls. thinkin im the ideal partner. HAHAHA. well as for the girls. yiling got the most.. Lol with 7 out of 11 guys. lol dont count me in. i only wrote. i'll consider for 3 girls. lol the rest were nah.. =x&lt;br /&gt;hahaha! omg omg omg. sorry im just happy that im wellliked. Lol =x &lt;br /&gt;meh. school is boring. OMG la. i have tons of holiday assignments.. 3 school papers, 6 pages of probability questions, 3 compres. 3 short stories.. and i havent got the rest of the subjects yet.. stressed. going to go for tuition soon. introduced by Ronald. that l1r5 11points ass. lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7607797-114189470829102124?l=blurifiedisblur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurifiedisblur.blogspot.com/feeds/114189470829102124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7607797&amp;postID=114189470829102124' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607797/posts/default/114189470829102124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607797/posts/default/114189470829102124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurifiedisblur.blogspot.com/2006/03/mr-popularity.html' title='mr popularity.'/><author><name>Blurified</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7607797.post-114156620556796310</id><published>2006-03-05T21:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-05T21:43:25.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mehhhh</title><content type='html'>meh. woah. havent been updating for like so long.&lt;br /&gt;lol. uh. oh yeah went to gym with nurul and sam and luke on friday. gah didnt want to do anything. but was forced to. &gt;:( suposta be sam, nurul and luke.. ended up i went in. and sam slacked below. wth. anyway. went for dinner after sam and nurul went off.  meh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sat.&lt;br /&gt;went to jalan kayu for breakfast. meh the prata variety was pathetic. all they had were Cheese, Plain,Yeg, and something else.. it wasnt all that fantastic as everyone claimed it was.. well it used to be waaaaaay better anyway.  hmm. the teh tarik was good thou. haha =x hmmm... then went to woodlands to get my animeeeeeee. rofl. OMG LAR. creepy. suddenly this girl came up to be. uh are you gary. LOL... and i thought the dealin person was a guy. =x crap.. well after that went to J8 and walked around. laughin at twits.  we each had a different salute for them. well. went to Mini toons.. the sweets section. they said "NO TESTING" but who cares. heh took a gummi bear. yummy.. =x  then there was this girl who was picking sweets. then i duno why the hell did i say it but i said. "People whom eat these sweets, Brain also Mini 1." then we saw this cap. &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v467/blurified/Monktards%20and%20friends/DSC00022.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; . anyway. after that LL went home to change or something and meet lina. well. followed luke to the career seminar thing @ suntec. Lol soooooooooooo many people. soooooooooooooooooooo crowded. hmm.. then after that went to far east to meet up with LL and lina.  heh. walked around aimlessly till dinner. lol alright. sorry for losin my temper man. lmao just got damn irritated. x= well a hungry man is an angry man.. so we ended up at NYDC. well. FUCK i was so hungry.. they made me wait AGAIN. cos they claimed that the machine cocked up. meh. then went to the sk8park after that.. but b4 that we saw this buncha teens playin around.. then i went. "Aye you twits!" lmao. they turned back.  hahaha =x they actually admitted. then we walked pass them i was like Lol twits. x= woah. there are actually people who can do stuff.. lol omg. stress la.. my and luke were like discussing bout what to get.. a bmx or a 20" mod.. Lol. luke said he wants a bmx.. lol diee. i cant make up my mind!. ahhhh. im gonna be an observer at asia pac.. so stressed ... yikes yikes yikes..&lt;br /&gt;anyway. after that went to meet up with ali,raheel and faiz. went to the Forum. Lol sat at mac. Lol. there was this buncha BLACKMETAL people. then ali was playing with my phone.. then i forgot who said. turn on the Flashlight at them! they'd scream. LOL. wth!?  faiz is really gettin lamer and lamer. Lol well.. then after that they went off.. we went to the bus stop.. i saw haikel h. lol still as lame as ever. =x then went to take a bus to serangoon and went home. meh. boring. lol =x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7607797-114156620556796310?l=blurifiedisblur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurifiedisblur.blogspot.com/feeds/114156620556796310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7607797&amp;postID=114156620556796310' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607797/posts/default/114156620556796310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607797/posts/default/114156620556796310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurifiedisblur.blogspot.com/2006/03/mehhhh.html' title='mehhhh'/><author><name>Blurified</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7607797.post-114095428538882048</id><published>2006-02-26T19:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-26T19:44:45.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'>weee</title><content type='html'>WOOPIE DOO!. gotta new phone! sony ericsson w550i ! yippie. lol. was considerin the O2 xphone 2 or this. got this :D:D lalala. so fun so nice. weeeeee. sadly. traded in the old phone.. sentimental values.. gone~ Lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7607797-114095428538882048?l=blurifiedisblur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurifiedisblur.blogspot.com/feeds/114095428538882048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7607797&amp;postID=114095428538882048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607797/posts/default/114095428538882048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607797/posts/default/114095428538882048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurifiedisblur.blogspot.com/2006/02/weee.html' title='weee'/><author><name>Blurified</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7607797.post-114085531934621827</id><published>2006-02-25T16:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-25T16:20:53.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wtf</title><content type='html'>lol. wtf? this guy guypop14@hotmail.com added me to msn.&lt;br /&gt;i went. Who in the fuck are you?&lt;br /&gt;then he went.&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;guy says:&lt;br /&gt;ready to webcam with me&lt;br /&gt;.                                           Death wished upon a star. says:&lt;br /&gt;now now. i dont look like a gay do i&lt;br /&gt;.                                           Death wished upon a star. says:&lt;br /&gt;fuck off&lt;br /&gt;.                                           Death wished upon a star. says:&lt;br /&gt;u lil kid&lt;br /&gt;guy says:&lt;br /&gt;last now u say u want to chat with me in msn&lt;br /&gt;.                                           Death wished upon a star. says:&lt;br /&gt;fuck off prick. b4 u piss me off.&lt;br /&gt;guy says:&lt;br /&gt;u not gal age 16 meh&lt;br /&gt;guy says:&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;guy says:&lt;br /&gt;hahaahahah&lt;br /&gt;.                                           Death wished upon a star. says:&lt;br /&gt;nope. im ur mum&lt;br /&gt;guy says:&lt;br /&gt;u so funny&lt;br /&gt;guy says:&lt;br /&gt;yeah&lt;br /&gt;.                                           Death wished upon a star. says:&lt;br /&gt;well. u're so ugly.&lt;br /&gt;guy says:&lt;br /&gt;n i am your father&lt;br /&gt;guy says:&lt;br /&gt;hahahaahah&lt;br /&gt;guy says:&lt;br /&gt;ohh&lt;br /&gt;.                                           Death wished upon a star. says:&lt;br /&gt;yeah? sadly&lt;br /&gt;guy says:&lt;br /&gt;u ugly lah&lt;br /&gt;.                                           Death wished upon a star. says:&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;.                                           Death wished upon a star. says:&lt;br /&gt;look whos the fugly 1. my god&lt;br /&gt;guy says:&lt;br /&gt;that why u say ppl ugly 1&lt;br /&gt;.                                           Death wished upon a star. says:&lt;br /&gt;look at urself in the m,irror.&lt;br /&gt;.                                           Death wished upon a star. says:&lt;br /&gt;PLEASE&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;END. then he blocked me. LOL. bloody prick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v467/blurified/loser.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7607797-114085531934621827?l=blurifiedisblur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurifiedisblur.blogspot.com/feeds/114085531934621827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7607797&amp;postID=114085531934621827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607797/posts/default/114085531934621827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607797/posts/default/114085531934621827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurifiedisblur.blogspot.com/2006/02/wtf.html' title='wtf'/><author><name>Blurified</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7607797.post-114019038485493674</id><published>2006-02-17T23:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-17T23:33:04.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'>useless</title><content type='html'>hmm. lol dang. im really feelin useless in every aspects of life. meh. the feeling simply sucks. i doubt i've got a future. doubt i'd be living long anyway.  well.. i wished. i'd just go riding. pull something off. and land a bad crash.. and just kill myself.&lt;br /&gt;you people would never wanna know or like how it feels to be useless.. and having no one to lean or talk to. its like. im of no use to anything. i suck at helping out.. everytime i do.. i'd just get that irritated face from my parents, cos i always screw up.&lt;br /&gt;watched i not stupid 2.. well. its suppose to show how most of the teens in sg feel.. well. it aint how i feel. i love my parents very much. and im glad that they are my parents. and im glad they give me the trust and freedom. i know they aint gonna be around forever.&lt;br /&gt;gah i dont know what am i typin about. hmm. rottin on my chair. lol. wow i actually almost cried. im still wondering what for. lol theres this shivering feelin goin thru my body right now.. feelin damn crappy.. damn i dont know how to explain. my head's like cramping up on me. having this splitting headache. now my face is getting all numb on me. meh. whatever... im feelin so moodless right now. lol i dont even know am i sad or angry. or maybe even happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i aint gonna fuckin care bout anything that aint related to me no more man. meh. so all you mofos can go fuck off and fuck yourself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7607797-114019038485493674?l=blurifiedisblur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurifiedisblur.blogspot.com/feeds/114019038485493674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7607797&amp;postID=114019038485493674' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607797/posts/default/114019038485493674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607797/posts/default/114019038485493674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurifiedisblur.blogspot.com/2006/02/useless.html' title='useless'/><author><name>Blurified</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7607797.post-114008967008852722</id><published>2006-02-16T19:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-16T19:34:30.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'>gah.</title><content type='html'>wahaha. why is my class always so happening. well. sec 1 wasnt that happening.. well. DUH!? its sec 1? except we made this chinese teacher make us 4 students sit outside during her lessons permently. and made her cry.. and made our class mate get caning.. cos. we went into the principal office.. 3 of us.. then the principal asked. how many years have you studied Chinese? Friend 1 said. 9 years. then the principal asked. WHY 9 YEARS?! he replied. K1 K2. ROFL! Then i giggled. friend 2.. laughed out loud. LOL. then the principal asked. WHY ARE YOU LAUGHING? come over here. which cane do you want? the thick 1 or thin 1. LOL! PWNED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.. lol SEC 2..&lt;br /&gt;Secondary 2C... ROFL! damn fun la. so darn happening. thou cant remember much. lol. hmm. i still can remember the day. Gordon Adjusted this lighter, till the gas came out.. then he lighted it. POOF! THE whole freaking Lighter caught on fire. and landed right beside my feet. ROFL! WE Panicked LAR. ROFL. then GARY! TO THE RESCUE! i stepped on the lighter few times. then the fire went off. WAHAHAH ended up staying back in school for duno how long. wahaha. then got this once. i still remember. my hp got stolen. i got so pissed off. i hit the metal cupboard till it dented it. ROFL =x then i was like. oh shit... then this bitch was like. ORH HOR! im telling teacher!. wa fuck. luckly never tell. lol and the making fun of RAHEEL thru songs with moses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wahah. sec 3.&lt;br /&gt;Secondary 3D wahaha. ok la. not really happening. the start of the year was quite fun. cos there was this irritating kid in our class. called Alif. LOL. he actually stood up on a chair. faced his ass against this prefect guy whom we hate, and farted in his face. LOL. then too bad. he went missing. haha. then for the rest of the year. realised i cliqued well with luke. ROFL. wahaha. we never did study la. how dumb. wahah there was this once. when this girl in our class got "POSSESSED" woah so scary la. LOL its like shes walking around with this black face.. i think she got a damn bad period la. =x wahahah. the making fun of KC thru songs with luke and sean. HAHAHA.  oh and i threatened a teacher to beat her up, crushed a paper infront of another teacher's face, and threw it into the dustbin.  scolded teachers. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wah. sec 3 2nd year.&lt;br /&gt;RETAINED. omg. lol ended up in the CRAPPIEST, Most NOTORIOUS class. with the school's most notorious. hahaha. hmm lets see. i cant really remember much bout this year.. but i know it was UBERLY happening lar. bullying that KOKhiong AKA nosedigginshiteating boy. SKIP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEC 4! HAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;omg. THE YEAR OF THE PAPER WAR! rofl. EVERYONE THREW PAPERBALLS EVERYWHERE. well there was a primary target.. KOKHIONG!. HAHAHAH. my god. he was literally COVERED IN PAPERBALLS LA. lol. they rolled up news paper and used it as weapons. and start hitting each other. ROFL. there was this once. they really over did it. Lol. after school. this guy threw a paper ball and another guy.. then he got pissed off. he took the table and threw it.. LOL. then woah. tables and chairs were flying around EVERYWHERE la. rofl lucky for me i wasnt in class. then the next day. WOAH. the cleaners reported. and didnt clean up. LOL they left the class as it was. LOL. TABLES AND CHAIRS PILED UP. books everywhere. wahaha. looks like a junk yard la. haha. forgot what happened after that. then another incident was.. these 6 guys frm my class. Went around the whole school after school. Stole 60 pieces of ram from each class's computer. sold it to this "shopping centre" right beside our school. LOL HOW SMART LA. HAHAHA ended up. the shopping centre" people reported. and the 6 boys were caught. hahaha suspended till N lvls. guess how much did they earn. $6000 BALLS. LOL 60 pieces.. 100$ each. haha. guess they paid back the money after they got caught. last incident. LOL. this kid's birthday... we..12 people. birthday bashed him up... 3 rounds.. till he had a slight concussion.. broke a front tooth... thanks to me.. =\ almost called the police. luckly never. phew...  nothing else really happened...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol. SEC 5! THIS YEAR!&lt;br /&gt;Seconday 5n2! HAHAh. its just the start of the year. and we are already doing such fun stuff. LOL! ok... this is what we are currently doing.. We are filling up waterbottles, and kicking it and throwing it across some distance.. up the school hall's roof.. trying to make it fly over. LOL.  we are even throwing it across to the carpark. LOL =x no one managed to get it up to the top floor.. i was the furthers thrower so far. 2 floors off the top floor.. and it actually entered the carpark. LOL..  =x this ass from our class. actually threw it at this taxi going pass. LOL he was like. 1 2 3. then just when the taxi drove by.. he purposely throw softly. LOL WAHAHAHAH. we all rushed all the way back to class...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woooo! i wonder whats gonna happen in the upcoming months. hurhur. cant wait cant wait.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7607797-114008967008852722?l=blurifiedisblur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurifiedisblur.blogspot.com/feeds/114008967008852722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7607797&amp;postID=114008967008852722' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607797/posts/default/114008967008852722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607797/posts/default/114008967008852722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurifiedisblur.blogspot.com/2006/02/gah_16.html' title='gah.'/><author><name>Blurified</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7607797.post-114001132112795493</id><published>2006-02-15T21:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-15T21:51:00.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'>woooohooo</title><content type='html'>School..&lt;br /&gt;hahah so boring. stupid Firedrill. WASTED MY WHOLE DAY IN SCHOOL STANDING IN THE BLOODY HOT SUN LA. oh. had PE before that.. WOOHOO! i can throw a JAVELIN SO FAR! and WITH THE TIP HITTING THE GROUND FIRST. ahahaha!!! and its my first time.. =x hurhur! just.. wrong technique. lol. well. can be corrected. hmm. then after pe.. we went to recess. rofl.. wasnt allowed to buy anything.. cos they told us the fire alarm was going to ring soon.. so RINGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG... we all rushhhed to the back of the D&amp;T block... wahahaha! we were supposta sit in the sun.. but we switched the class sign. with 5N1.. so we moved our class to the shade.and them in the sun. EVIL! hahahah =x then.. lol. sat down there for like an hour..lol. we caused this lil sec 3 photographer dude to get scolding by the Senior teacher. Ms Ng. Hahaha.. we asked em to take group photos of us.. then the teacher came over.. and said. BOY! YOU ARE NOT SUPPOSE TO TAKE PHOTOS OF PEOPLE POSING LIKE THAT IN A FIRE DRILL. YOU ARE SUPPOSE TO TAKE THEM SITTING IN TWOS. then she moved us into lines of twos.. NOW TAKE PHOTO!. ROFL he couldnt be bothered. he walked off. LOL! then after sitting there for 1 hr.. we went to the quadrangle.. to wait in the hot sun.. for duno how long.. then had a 15 mins recess.. lol.. WAHAHA ENGLISH LESSON WAS fun la. 4 periods.. 2 hrs.. We spent 3 periods. GOSSIPING about teachers and the principal. wahah. then we were doing this proposal thing.. so we said.. CHER. i think i know why our sch facilities so shitty.. THE PRINCIPAL TOOK THE MONEY GO UPGRADE HIS CAR! CHANGE FROM SO OLD CAR TO SO NEW CAR. CHANGE THE BRAKES CHANGE EVERYTHING! wahahahahah x= then our teacher Mdm Norliza said she wants to change sch after we grad.. So yiling said. WHY CHER. cannot stand the principal ah?!.. then Mdm Norliza said. WOI YILING! not so loud la.. LOL =x wahahahaha! damn happenening lar the gossip session.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WAH.. today.. horrible day.. SO MANY INJURIES&lt;br /&gt;... firstly in school.. FOR NO REASON. Yiling took this green tea bottle.. and aimed it at my BALLS. using the corner to hit.. WHAM! first hit.. hit a lil.. but didnt really hurt much.. second hit.. totally off.. 3rd time.. when i was talkin to someone.. suddenly.. WHAMMMM. FUCK LAR. HIT DIRECTLY.. i fuckin yelled.. and slowly went down onto the ground.. FUCK MAN. i couldnt WALK NOR STAND PROPERLY for like 15 mins... Gah.. then she kept saying. Pain pain? DUH?! my god..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly.. went riding with luke.. Lol.. we went to this kopi tiam to slack awhile.. then cos i hooked my house key to my pants.. it has this chinese things.. so i held it up and showed it to luke.."luke see got this.. sure wont fall down 1.. sure heng heng 1.." ROFL.. then after awhile.. we cycled to pasir park.. tried manualling.. a move where u cycle.. and lift up ur front wheel.. keeping it there.. rofl.. so i tried.. Woo. first few times.. almost got it.. lol... finally i got it.! i was like. WOOHOO!.. I WAS DOING IT !  then i pulled up too high.. i pressed on the rear brakes.. leaning forward... so instead of having done a Massively huge manual, i did a massively huge...... fall;face plant.....  WHAM! i flew forward... landing on my right arm, and my right cheek. rofl.. holy shit.. SO MANY PEOPLE WERE LOOKIN LA. EGO BRUISED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright. Sum up my injuries for today..&lt;br /&gt;-Scraped shoulder&lt;br /&gt;-Scraped elbow&lt;br /&gt;-Bruised cheek&lt;br /&gt;-Blood Clotted inner thigh&lt;br /&gt;and finally..&lt;br /&gt;-INJURED RIGHT BALL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7607797-114001132112795493?l=blurifiedisblur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurifiedisblur.blogspot.com/feeds/114001132112795493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7607797&amp;postID=114001132112795493' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607797/posts/default/114001132112795493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607797/posts/default/114001132112795493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurifiedisblur.blogspot.com/2006/02/woooohooo.html' title='woooohooo'/><author><name>Blurified</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7607797.post-113990502557525409</id><published>2006-02-14T16:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-14T16:17:05.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'>meh.</title><content type='html'>lol. what a boring vday. well it has always been the same. what to do. meh. suposta go riding.. and it has been cancelled. woohoo. what the fuck man. will life get any more boring than this?. gah fuck it&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7607797-113990502557525409?l=blurifiedisblur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurifiedisblur.blogspot.com/feeds/113990502557525409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7607797&amp;postID=113990502557525409' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607797/posts/default/113990502557525409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607797/posts/default/113990502557525409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurifiedisblur.blogspot.com/2006/02/meh_14.html' title='meh.'/><author><name>Blurified</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7607797.post-113983828276013686</id><published>2006-02-13T21:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-13T21:44:43.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'>meh.</title><content type='html'>meh. I really don't see a point in life. Everytime you try to aim for something or try to get something you want. it just comes falling down on you.  It has always been the same throughout my fucked up life. too bad. no details bout it. too lazy to type. i really dont get why im like that man. i feel as thou the slackiest, most relaxed O level student, compared to everyone else.. and yet here i am gettin stressed out, emo over Nothing? hmm. i have no aim, i dont know what i wanna be, what im gonna be in the future.. i am walking aimlessly... i have no plans for the future. and i dont intend to. cos i dont find the significance of it.  what if i were to plan and everything just falls again. or i just die. wont that be time wasted off planning.. well. im wasting enough time here typing all these shit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7607797-113983828276013686?l=blurifiedisblur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurifiedisblur.blogspot.com/feeds/113983828276013686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7607797&amp;postID=113983828276013686' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607797/posts/default/113983828276013686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607797/posts/default/113983828276013686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurifiedisblur.blogspot.com/2006/02/meh.html' title='meh.'/><author><name>Blurified</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7607797.post-113967723391976713</id><published>2006-02-12T00:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-12T01:00:33.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wee</title><content type='html'>eew la. went to orchard to follow luke.. then FUCK. almost wittnessed a girl getting banged down by a huge coach. EEW la. the thought of death was running thru my head over and over again la. stupid indian girl was like talkin on the phone with her back facing the traffic. then suddenly. HORNNNNNN HORNNNNNNNNN. and this coach which was goin at like almost 40 per hour. went to a STOP hitting the indian girl on the back. WTF la. then the bus driver who was a lady opened the door and shouted. "WANT TO DIE AH" the bloody girl still had the guts to act all stuck up and all. WTF is wrong with her?!. my god.&lt;br /&gt;anyHoos..&lt;br /&gt;been sometime since i did a quiz. and here goes.&lt;br /&gt;RIPPED FROM SAM who ripped from someone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="style1"&gt;[x] I'm afraid of the quiet.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I am really ticklish.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I'm a hopeless romantic, (or maybe just hopeless).&lt;br /&gt;[  ] I'm afraid of the dark.&lt;br /&gt;[  ] I'm afraid of facing my back to open doors at night.&lt;br /&gt;[  ] I am homosexual.&lt;br /&gt;[  ] I believe in true love.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I sometimes wish i had superpowers&lt;br /&gt;[  ] I've ran away from home.&lt;br /&gt;[  ] I listen to political music.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I collect comic books.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I shut others out when I'm sad&lt;br /&gt;[x] I stayed out all night.&lt;br /&gt;[  ] I open up to others easily.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I am keeping a secret from the world.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I watch the news.&lt;br /&gt;[  ] I own over 5 rap CDs.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I love Disney movies.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I am a sucker for green eyes.&lt;br /&gt;[  ] I don't kill bugs.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I curse once in awhile.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I have (had) "x"s in my screen name.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I've slipped and fell in public.&lt;br /&gt;[  ] I've slipped out a "lol" in a real conversation.&lt;br /&gt;[  ] I love Spam.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I bake well.&lt;br /&gt;[ ]  I have worn pajamas to class.&lt;br /&gt;[  ] I have owned something from Abercrombie.&lt;br /&gt;[  ] I have a job.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I Talked on a phone for 5+ hours.&lt;br /&gt;[  ] I love Dr. Phil.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I like someone.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I am guilty of tYpInG lIkE tHiS.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I am self-conscious.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I love to laugh.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I have tried alcohol.&lt;br /&gt;[  ] I drink alcohol on a regular basis.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I have tried a cigarette.&lt;br /&gt;[  ] I have smoked a pack in one day.&lt;br /&gt;[  ] I loved Lord of the Flies.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I have cough drops when I'm not sick.&lt;br /&gt;[  ] I can't swallow pills.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I have a few scars.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I've been out of this country.&lt;br /&gt;[  ] I can't sleep if there is a spider in the room.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I love chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I bite my nails.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I am not comfortable with being me.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I play computer games when I'm bored.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Gotten lost in the city.&lt;br /&gt;[x] Thought of suicide before.&lt;br /&gt;[x2ofem!] Seen a shooting star.&lt;br /&gt;[  ] Had a serious surgery.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Gone out in public in your pajamas.&lt;br /&gt;[x] Have kissed a stranger.&lt;br /&gt;[x] Hugged a stranger.&lt;br /&gt;[x] Been in a bloody fist fight with someone of the same sex.&lt;br /&gt;[x] Been in a fist fight.&lt;br /&gt;[  ] Been arrested.&lt;br /&gt;[x] Laughed and had some type of beverage come out of your nose.&lt;br /&gt;[x] Pushed all the buttons on an elevator.&lt;br /&gt;[x] Made out in an elevator.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Swore at your parents.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Kicked a guy where it hurts on purpose.&lt;br /&gt;[  ] Been skydiving.&lt;br /&gt;[  ] Been bungee jumping.&lt;br /&gt;[  ] Gotten stiches.&lt;br /&gt;[x] Drank a whole gallon of milk in one hour.&lt;br /&gt;[x] Bitten someone.&lt;br /&gt;[  ] Been to Niagara Falls.&lt;br /&gt;[x] Gotten the chicken pox.&lt;br /&gt;[x bus actually] Crashed into a car.&lt;br /&gt;[x on transit. =x] Been to Japan.&lt;br /&gt;[x] Ridden in a taxi.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Shoplifted.&lt;br /&gt;[  ] Been fired.&lt;br /&gt;[x] Had feelings for someone who didn't have them back.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Stole something from your job.&lt;br /&gt;[x] Gone on a blind date.&lt;br /&gt;[x] Had a crush on a teacher/coach.&lt;br /&gt;[  ] Celebrated Mardi Gras in New Orleans.&lt;br /&gt;[  ] Been to Europe.&lt;br /&gt;[  ] Slept with a co-worker.&lt;br /&gt;[  ] Been married.&lt;br /&gt;[  ] Gotten divorced.&lt;br /&gt;[x] Saw someone/something dying.&lt;br /&gt;[  ] Driven over 400 miles in one day.&lt;br /&gt;[  ] Been to Canada.&lt;br /&gt;[x] Been on a plane.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Seen the Rocky Horror Picture Show.&lt;br /&gt;[  ] Thrown up in a bar.&lt;br /&gt;[x] Eaten sushi.&lt;br /&gt;[  ] Been snowboarding.&lt;br /&gt;[  ] Been skiing.&lt;br /&gt;[  ] Been ice skating.&lt;br /&gt;[x] Cried in public.&lt;br /&gt;[  ] Walked purposely into traffic with your eyes closed.&lt;br /&gt;[x] Liked someone even though you knew you shouldn't have&lt;br /&gt;[x] Thought of someone almost 24/7.&lt;br /&gt;[x] Hate the world.&lt;br /&gt;[  ] Tattoo-ed.&lt;br /&gt;[x] Materialistic.&lt;br /&gt;[x] Murdered.&lt;br /&gt;[  ] Club.&lt;br /&gt;[x] Shoe-whore (try slippers n it'll be an [X])&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Have a terminal diesease&lt;br /&gt;[x] Over weight.&lt;br /&gt;[  ] Danced with someone you love.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Bribe.&lt;br /&gt;[x] Food junkie.&lt;br /&gt;[  ] Spent more than $1000 on my obsession.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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