<?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-8415281906200873699</id><updated>2011-11-11T01:05:19.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'>im the pro</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imverypro.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415281906200873699/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imverypro.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18006492578728199942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>28</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8415281906200873699.post-1507676890827071250</id><published>2011-01-01T23:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-01T23:47:01.384+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>get outta my brain.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8415281906200873699-1507676890827071250?l=imverypro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imverypro.blogspot.com/feeds/1507676890827071250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://imverypro.blogspot.com/2011/01/get-outta-my-brain.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415281906200873699/posts/default/1507676890827071250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415281906200873699/posts/default/1507676890827071250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imverypro.blogspot.com/2011/01/get-outta-my-brain.html' title=''/><author><name>(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18006492578728199942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-8415281906200873699.post-7779246749314667930</id><published>2010-12-20T19:14:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T19:38:55.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>do i miss you? yes&lt;br /&gt;do i hate you? maybe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;amazing how dreams can screw u real bad upside down sometimes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah nvm fuck me. motha forkin biatch i shud stop dwellin on e past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yea gw i noe u remember dis. probably e only one to. so it doesnt matter whether u see dis or not.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8415281906200873699-7779246749314667930?l=imverypro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imverypro.blogspot.com/feeds/7779246749314667930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://imverypro.blogspot.com/2010/12/do-i-miss-you-yes-do-i-hate-you-maybe.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415281906200873699/posts/default/7779246749314667930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415281906200873699/posts/default/7779246749314667930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imverypro.blogspot.com/2010/12/do-i-miss-you-yes-do-i-hate-you-maybe.html' title=''/><author><name>(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18006492578728199942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-8415281906200873699.post-8820128344405778521</id><published>2010-07-11T12:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-11T12:55:00.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>One month plus on. I think right now im in the correct mood to write this. All the fucked up things in my life have been documented here and hence i think this ought to as well. This wasnt written earlier becos i believed taht i wasnt in the right moood for it. i wanted this to be as objective as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hence i took time to think abt things. To think over everything all the way right from the start. Right now i can probably safely say that i am enjoying every moment of my single life. Our separation was something that would have occured anyway. If not then, it would have been sometime in the forseeable future. The conclusion taht i got from all this time spent thinking was that you never really did fall in love with me. Instead, you fell in love with love. That was the only sound reason that i could have drawn from the many things that you have said and done. Like the agreement to break up before you left for studies. in your exact words, anytime i want. I should have done it then and there. Thinking back i was stupid enuf to hold on to something that was non-existant back then. It is also probably the only reason why you never did bother about how i was doing. Whether or not i am cracking under emotional stress and financial crisis. Because of you i developed strained relations with my family. I found myself struggling to pay for my own expenditure as well as yours. But yet you never sought to understand me. You never really bothered to show me true concern. Instead all you could do was to say that i was stingy. That i wasnt able to contribute to ur shopping funds or buy you expensive gifts like your friend's boyfren does. You never really bothered about me. Whatever i did was taken for granted. I wasnt appreciated. IS that the way love is supposed to be? Wasnt it supposed to be treating the other party wif respect, if not putting them at first priority always? I was never a boyfriend. More of a friend with benefits. You loved yourself more than you loved me. Or maybe you never did because in my opinion, you fell in love wif love. not with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And hence we separated. And now it feels like a relief. At that moment of breakup i didnt know wad to do. But it never did hurt as bad as the last time. Maybe becos halfway through i realised the relationship was a poisonous one. Maybe becos I have already realised that you are'nt the right one for me. Or maybe because i have already prepared myself well for such a day. But whatever it is, i feel so much happier right now. Single and enjoying my single life. I realised that there isnt a point in holding on to a girl who doesnt love you. A girl who depsite supposedly being my girlfriend, never once did tell me that she loved me. You chose to exit from my life. And now i can gladly say that i have let you go. You probably never ought to have been in but whatever the case, i finally see the light.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8415281906200873699-8820128344405778521?l=imverypro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imverypro.blogspot.com/feeds/8820128344405778521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://imverypro.blogspot.com/2010/07/one-month-plus-on.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415281906200873699/posts/default/8820128344405778521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415281906200873699/posts/default/8820128344405778521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imverypro.blogspot.com/2010/07/one-month-plus-on.html' title=''/><author><name>(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18006492578728199942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-8415281906200873699.post-4852178176205999504</id><published>2010-05-01T22:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-01T23:33:58.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i dun noe how long i can keep my cool still. i dun noe when isit that i will finally say thats it. thats enough. and just let it all out. just because im always on e defensive u keep going at me. time and time again. but everytime when i think that im reaching my limit i somehow squeeze more out of my tolerance levels. all u do is to demean my character. to make me sound like im like the worst ever shit on earth. and no matter wad i say u refuse to listen. u just come to ur own conclusions and u hold by them. u never bothered to look at things from my point of view. from my life or from my angle. u just see things e way that u do in ur own privileged point of view. i wanted so much to buy a new computer today. but that would mean an extra 50 bucks of expenditure every month. and i tot of how u are already calling me kiamsiap now. imagine if i have fifty bucks lesser. one eighth of my allowance. but yet at the same time u get irritaed when my com shuts down when im toking to u on msn. wad can i do srsly. and at the very same time u want me to be able to get data plan to tok to u online in camp. and on top of that u want me to be able to give u gifts. further on top of that u expect me to pay every single time we go out. how do i do all of those. ALTOGETHER?&lt;br /&gt;do u srsly care about whether or not im happy? whetheror not my life is going on fine. whether or not im able to at least keep myself comfortable? every single of my possesions are falling apart. first its my com. now my earphones. sooon my mp3 i guess.&lt;br /&gt;isit just me? mayb its just myfault. cos everyone else gets some form of sacrifice from their girlfrens. some ppl say they are broke from treating. but their girlfrens treat them back. some ppl say their girlfrens insist on treating at times. some girlfrens even spam their boyfrens wif gifts. all except mine? mine says im stingy when i cant go out. says im stingy when i dun have enough money. says im stingy when my wallet runs out of money cos i only bring 20 bucks. so mayb its my problem. but im asking for none of this. all i want is for u to take note that im already trying. for u to be the least bit appreciative of my efforts. for u to allow me to work within my own limits. but no. u make me out to be kiamsiap. sometimes the things u say just leak wif sacarsm. to e extent of making fun of me. wad do i do abt it? nothing. i maintain my silence. desperately trying not to tip e delicate balance. i keep it within me. and when i finally said that ur hurting me. wad was ur response? u continued. u didnt stop. u just went on and on. about me being stingy. u didnt even stop for a second to consider if u were really hurting me. who really did stop to look at things from my perspective. who really did stop to see things as they happen to me in my life? who ever stopped to make sure im happy? who ever stopped to even think about whether im happy? did you? im hurting everytime i think of how u insult me. how u demean my character. IM HURTING. DO YOU KNOW? DO YOU EVEN CARE? i feel so much like crying. or just breaking down. i dun care if all of these came from someone else. but of all ppl it has to come from you. and despite telling you to stop it. u never do...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8415281906200873699-4852178176205999504?l=imverypro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imverypro.blogspot.com/feeds/4852178176205999504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://imverypro.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-dun-noe-how-long-i-can-keep-my-cool.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415281906200873699/posts/default/4852178176205999504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415281906200873699/posts/default/4852178176205999504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imverypro.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-dun-noe-how-long-i-can-keep-my-cool.html' title=''/><author><name>(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18006492578728199942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-8415281906200873699.post-2843562177971212346</id><published>2010-04-23T23:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T23:24:38.722+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im sorry blog i realise i only ever post when im feeling f-ed up. why the hell isit always my fault when things happen? i cant go for supper and hence its my fault. great job. and i didnt even ever say i could make it pls. i said i will CHECK and i did. and if the result is CANNOT den wad u want me to do? i just bloody booked out and wad im supposed to freaking argue like some mad ass the moment i step into my house for my weekend? great way of enjoying my weekend isnt it? everythings just my fault hurh? why can other ppl do normal times like dinner time (REAL DINNER TIMES AT 6 and not 8) and u only can give me wierd timings like SUPPER AT 9??? well i have to stay in so wkdays are impossiblef or me except for fridays. MONDAY TUESDAY WEDNESDAY THURSDAY SO MANY DAYS TO TAKE LESSONS U HAVE TO TAKE THEM ON FRIDAY? den its MY FAULT that u cant do normal time and its MY FAUlT AGAIN THAT UR TIMINGS ARE WIERD!? others can go on dates on saturdays from 11 plus but u want me to squeeze everything in freaking four hours from SEVEN PLUS. and the best thing is u say we dont go on proper dates and its MY FAULT THAT I DUN GIVE U PROPER DATES?! come on u dun even GIVE ME THE TIME! so u cant do the normal times, wierd times at night i cant do i ask u for wierd times in the day. and u dont want to wake up. SO ISIT MY FAULT AGAIN? everythings my fault like thanks SO MUCH.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8415281906200873699-2843562177971212346?l=imverypro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imverypro.blogspot.com/feeds/2843562177971212346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://imverypro.blogspot.com/2010/04/im-sorry-blog-i-realise-i-only-ever.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415281906200873699/posts/default/2843562177971212346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415281906200873699/posts/default/2843562177971212346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imverypro.blogspot.com/2010/04/im-sorry-blog-i-realise-i-only-ever.html' title=''/><author><name>(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18006492578728199942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-8415281906200873699.post-1359706101461301034</id><published>2010-04-09T23:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-10T00:08:36.869+08:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>lets make a pact and break up just before we go uni. WTF. do u really like me? or are u just toying with me. just taking me as some leisure entertainment to fill up ur time between now and uni? so wad isit now? a fling huh? u want me to empty my bank accnt and give u a diamond ring. so that u can tell me tt u want to breakup when u go to university? or as u say anytime i want. so anytime is fine wif u lah. u dun give a crap at all do u? its just something else it doesnt matter when its just anytime i want. anytime is okay cos at any single point in time YOU DUN REALLY CARE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u want things from me. diamond ring. flowers. nice dinners. i try my best to give them to you. but wad? did u really give me? its not like im a very hard guy to please. i was really happy when i got tht third month cap. and that was not even required to make me happy. all i nid sometimes is just a hug from you. a hug like u really mean it. but sometimes u make me feel like a pig trying to hug a muslim. a jew trying to hug a nazi. even that u refuse to give me. and talk about sense of security hurh? ur sense of security comes after i give u diamond rings and flowers. who is going to give me mine? who is going to tell me that this is the girl who i ought to emtpy out my bank account for? and not the one whos going to tell me to breakup just before university!? or ANYTIME for that matter. u dun even want to give me the slightest bit of indication. even the simplest i love you. u refuse to give it to me. yea u didnt lie. u never did cos u never ever told me that u loved me. theres nth for u to lie abt then. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess its just my wishful thinking. yea i noe its gg to be hard for us to continue on thru uni anyway. wif both of us in different parts of the world. lets just say u were just being logical then. but love isnt always logical isit? or are u even in love wif me...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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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-8415281906200873699.post-7172874390615953258</id><published>2010-03-14T00:31:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T00:56:53.182+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yah yah im a cheat wadever. thanks alot man now im hurting real bad. thanks for letting me noe wad a loser i am. seriously thanks so much. so much for waiting one yr and im now a liar. so much for not eating for months when i was in rj to save up for ur present yea i did tt cos i was a liar. o yes i decided tat 420 a month was too much money and i buy u gifts cos im a liar. even this month 280 is too much minus off my 90 buck bill its still too much and im still buying u gifts cos im a liar. i refuse to buy myself a new mp3 even thou mine is dying and instead spend my money on u because im a liar. i even refuse to buy myself a new screen protector that costs TWO DOLLARS AND SPEND MY MONEY ON U BECAUSE I AM A LIAR. get the point? yes if u think i am a liar YARH FINE I AM THE BIGGEST LIAR ON EARTH I WILL LIE TO U I WILL LIE TO MY PARETNS MY FRENS MY SISTER EVERY SINGLE PERSON ON EARTH. u dun believe wad ur boyfren says or does. all it takes is for ur frens to say something and then u decide to get pissed at me. thanks so much really. thanks for letting me know time and time again wad a big fat failure i am. when breaking up comes out of ur mouth so easily, why do i still trust u wif my heart so readily. or maybe i didnt give it to you. cos im a liar&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8415281906200873699-7172874390615953258?l=imverypro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imverypro.blogspot.com/feeds/7172874390615953258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://imverypro.blogspot.com/2010/03/yah-yah-im-cheat-wadever.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415281906200873699/posts/default/7172874390615953258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415281906200873699/posts/default/7172874390615953258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imverypro.blogspot.com/2010/03/yah-yah-im-cheat-wadever.html' title=''/><author><name>(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18006492578728199942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-8415281906200873699.post-7300974373017680839</id><published>2010-03-12T00:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T00:16:44.798+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>if u ever see dis. yea i noe ur disappointed again. u didnt say it but i noe. thanks for trying to keep it in and not make me feel torn and distraught again. i noe ur trying to be understanding. thanks really. i will talk to them. sure im afraid of wads gg to arise. but im more afraid of losing u. i realised that thats my biggest fear ever. i have probably forgotten how to live my life without you. and i do not wish to learn it over again.&lt;br /&gt;thankyou for wad ur trying to do for me. really thank you &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8415281906200873699.post-5921120375947951669</id><published>2009-12-09T11:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T11:11:35.228+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>thank goodness(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8415281906200873699-5921120375947951669?l=imverypro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imverypro.blogspot.com/feeds/5921120375947951669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://imverypro.blogspot.com/2009/12/thank-goodness.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8415281906200873699.post-8114584848042947248</id><published>2009-12-07T23:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T10:39:32.662+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>and maybe i really havent done enuf&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8415281906200873699-8114584848042947248?l=imverypro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imverypro.blogspot.com/feeds/8114584848042947248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://imverypro.blogspot.com/2009/12/and-maybe-i-really-havent-done-enuf.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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actually not exactly nothing to do. i decided to re-read e last book of potter today cos i think i only read it once. and for the first time when i read it i sped thru everything so that i can get to the ending so i didnt really read it properly oops. nvm second time was much better read every single word (almost) (: noww i noe why ppl like to read. nver really got it before. serves as a good hideout for escaping from everything in the real world hurh? perfect for hiding. now that i finished should go hunt for another book. to hide myself in an entirely virtual world again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hates boredom goddamnit-.- allows my mind to wander. prelims served as a good distraction. now prelims over. cs served as a decent replacement for awhile but hours of cs doesnt sound anywhere near appealing. and i dun really intend to re-start studying anytime soon. o gawd ))):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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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-8415281906200873699.post-793046244718562498</id><published>2009-09-15T10:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T10:40:22.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lala</title><content type='html'>bleaahh waiting for time to go sch for physics testt nth to do so shall give a quick post (: yst on my way home i walked into the lift. erm empty lift. so my lift there are these glass panels on the door. so when its in between two levels, u can see ur own reflection in the glass panels. and so when the lift was gng up halfway inbetween i saw this person/head behind me for that split second. at my shoulder level. and i was like holy shit wtff! budden awhile later disappear alr. omyson..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i dun want to let go. somehow just refuse to do so. but u have probly shown me tt i can fck off from ur life. why am i still holding on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8415281906200873699-793046244718562498?l=imverypro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imverypro.blogspot.com/feeds/793046244718562498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://imverypro.blogspot.com/2009/09/lala_14.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415281906200873699/posts/default/793046244718562498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415281906200873699/posts/default/793046244718562498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imverypro.blogspot.com/2009/09/lala_14.html' title='lala'/><author><name>(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18006492578728199942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-8415281906200873699.post-4856517445181665887</id><published>2009-09-08T20:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T21:08:16.242+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lala</title><content type='html'>math chem econs physics all suck! cant stand it i want to play soccer floorball basketball watch final destination. basically everything except prelim papers. grr irritating things only seeek to send me to sleep omyson):&lt;br /&gt;things havent been going well have been coughing like some crazy shit head for the past one week-.- currently feeling extremely sleeepy so sleepy my brain cant think straight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still am as bothered as ever. trying my best to go away, at times literally trying to tear myself away. feeling sucks but thats the best thing i guess? looking back sometimes replies just reeked of irritation and i probably should have realised that persistance isnt gng to go anywhere. mayb im no longer the one. or am i thinking too much? or not thinking enough? argh idk help&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8415281906200873699-4856517445181665887?l=imverypro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imverypro.blogspot.com/feeds/4856517445181665887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://imverypro.blogspot.com/2009/09/lala_08.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415281906200873699/posts/default/4856517445181665887'/><link 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yrr&lt;br /&gt;more imptly, lessons ended. meanss nooo moree lessons! erm as a matter of fact that kind of means no more sitting in classrooms wif e teachers toking while im half listening, joking around or erm trying not to fall asleeep. of course lessons ending inevitably means that i wont be seeing my classmates anymore. not that it really matters really haha at least i dun have to see some ppl that i dun really like to seee and i dun have to hit out at them during lessons anymore heh (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8415281906200873699-3926136320394595358?l=imverypro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imverypro.blogspot.com/feeds/3926136320394595358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://imverypro.blogspot.com/2009/09/lala.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link 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height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/K_XO5ExHQhg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/K_XO5ExHQhg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8415281906200873699-3101705474826499042?l=imverypro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imverypro.blogspot.com/feeds/3101705474826499042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://imverypro.blogspot.com/2009/08/alla.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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value="http://www.youtube.com/v/y_jLVGixcao&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/y_jLVGixcao&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;十字街道做背景 寒风当道具&lt;br /&gt;气氛闷的就像要下雨 我在等回忆光临&lt;br /&gt;记忆中那场相遇 还如此清晰&lt;br /&gt;怎么转眼就面对分离&lt;br /&gt;温馨片段没整理 已经来不及&lt;br /&gt;你说有我暖过的手心 现在贴着别的心&lt;br /&gt;深情像片碎玻璃 散落在眼底&lt;br /&gt;闪着晶莹却也痛了自己&lt;br /&gt;我愿意不爱你&lt;br /&gt;因为所有快乐伤悲都那么多余&lt;br /&gt;我愿意不爱你&lt;br /&gt;痛就放在心里不用关闭不需要痊愈&lt;br /&gt;快乐点滴没整理 已经来不及&lt;br /&gt;你说属于我们的回忆 你都不能够继续&lt;br /&gt;再见说得那么轻 就好像空气&lt;br /&gt;可是为什么我无法呼吸&lt;br /&gt;我愿意不爱你&lt;br /&gt;以后所有快乐都涂上凄美记忆&lt;br /&gt;我愿意不爱你&lt;br /&gt;从此就将回忆点滴直接注射在心里&lt;br /&gt;我愿意不爱你&lt;br /&gt;因为所有快乐伤悲都那么多余&lt;br /&gt;我愿意不爱你&lt;br /&gt;痛就放在心里不用关闭不需要痊愈&lt;br /&gt;我愿意不爱你&lt;br /&gt;痛就放在心里不用关闭不需要痊愈&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8415281906200873699-3411507294728282525?l=imverypro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imverypro.blogspot.com/feeds/3411507294728282525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://imverypro.blogspot.com/2009/08/lala_28.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415281906200873699/posts/default/3411507294728282525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415281906200873699/posts/default/3411507294728282525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imverypro.blogspot.com/2009/08/lala_28.html' title='lala'/><author><name>(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18006492578728199942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-8415281906200873699.post-7563031222895530491</id><published>2009-08-26T09:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T09:57:35.092+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lalaa</title><content type='html'>I AM BORED!!! arghh ten am not in sch cos yesterday i very smartly didnt noe how to climb stairs and err sprained my ankle so now i have to limp around everywhere. den dis morning i decided not to go sch cos i have utterly no idea how im supposed to limp up and down buses to go to sch so aiya heck first larh. anddd now i have to stay at home and err sit there like a statue cos my movement is slower than an eighty year old grandfather that suckss :( and i smartly just rammed my ankle into some random thing while trying to take my laptop OUCHHHHH!! ))): stupid ankle is swelling like some duno wad now larhh yucks yucksss..  :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8415281906200873699-7563031222895530491?l=imverypro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imverypro.blogspot.com/feeds/7563031222895530491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://imverypro.blogspot.com/2009/08/lalaa.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415281906200873699/posts/default/7563031222895530491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415281906200873699/posts/default/7563031222895530491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imverypro.blogspot.com/2009/08/lalaa.html' title='lalaa'/><author><name>(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18006492578728199942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-8415281906200873699.post-6180832541010161608</id><published>2009-08-22T21:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T23:22:32.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lala</title><content type='html'>i think nobody actly reads this aha. hmm but guess i will just leave it here for me to post my occasional rant heh. these few days i have been feeling rather lost. idk if wad im doing is right. isit too much? i dun really need much. sometmes all i nid is some form of confirmation that im on the right track. mayb some form of recognition or acknowledgement. many times i feel caught in the middle, not knowing which way is the way to go. feeling helpless sucks and it is overwhelming at times and it just doesnt feel good.&lt;br /&gt;shant dwell too much on that. lifes getting pretty boring.. its just studying studying and studying with nothing exciting at all to make my life seem even slightly interesting sighh. i kind of miss the days of the past. at least there were things like training to make things occasionally fun or sth. and the headaches just refuse to go away. i think for the past three weeks, the number of days with headaches are alr more than twice the number of days without headaches. esp this week. as of now the only day that is relatively headache-free is today. haha guess at this rate im really getting used to getting headaches. mayb when i get used to them they wont bother me as much. actly i have no stupid idea why i keep getting them its not as if i dun sleep enuff -.- stupid thing really. mayb its cos im using my brain too much haaha&lt;br /&gt;O back to days earlier. i got so pissed off wif a certain someone who was apparently boasting about his family's wealth. Im quite certain this certain someone wudnt find his way here but i must say he was really lucky that my fist didnt magically find its way to his face. this certain someone was telling other ppl how rich his family was, being able to finance him to any U_ university without a scholarship. this is so retarded really. if ur rich its a good thing but i guess it shud be kept to urself isnt it? going around telling ppl about it is really asking for it. there are ppl who arent as lucky (urs truly is a living example) and i guess it isnt really advisable to go arnd showing off lidat. for all the brains that he has, if he doesnt put them to good use and shoot it off just lidat i guess hes gng to get into deep trouble pretty soon. unless of course hes delibrately trying to show ppl wad a great and lucky man he is.&lt;br /&gt;anyway i have a new resolution! im gng to run 2.4 six times a week (: haha sounds pretty hard to pull off esp wif the hell of a knee that i have. i noe ahaha lets see how it goes (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8415281906200873699-6180832541010161608?l=imverypro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imverypro.blogspot.com/feeds/6180832541010161608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://imverypro.blogspot.com/2009/08/lala_22.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415281906200873699/posts/default/6180832541010161608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415281906200873699/posts/default/6180832541010161608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imverypro.blogspot.com/2009/08/lala_22.html' title='lala'/><author><name>(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18006492578728199942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-8415281906200873699.post-1922065823183965077</id><published>2009-08-19T20:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T21:44:55.707+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lala</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/atafv-QbYFk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/atafv-QbYFk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你说你要飞翔的自由，只不过是一个借口，&lt;br /&gt;我也会接受，曾经牵着你的手，&lt;br /&gt;还有什么要求，我只要退在你背后，&lt;br /&gt;终有一天我会成为你最好的朋友，&lt;br /&gt;无理取闹也会忍受，心在痛，眼泪倒流，&lt;br /&gt;我不懂你的心，还要受到最后，&lt;br /&gt;就算爱情恋旧，终究风流走戳破我双手，&lt;br /&gt;你不懂我的心，有时候真的好累，&lt;br /&gt;想不再回头，放开所有，&lt;br /&gt;可惜我一直没办法留，卻也沒辦法走，&lt;br /&gt;曾经牵着你的手，还有什么要求，&lt;br /&gt;我只要退在你背后，&lt;br /&gt;终有一天我会成为你最好的朋友，&lt;br /&gt;无理取闹也会忍受，心在痛，眼泪倒流，&lt;br /&gt;我不懂你的心，还要受到最后，&lt;br /&gt;就算爱情恋旧，终究风流走戳破我双手，&lt;br /&gt;你不懂我的心，有时候真的好累，&lt;br /&gt;想不再回头，放开所有，&lt;br /&gt;可惜我一直没办法留，卻也沒辦法走。&lt;br /&gt;想找一个理由，好让我转身就走，&lt;br /&gt;为什么这个时候才发现我越爱你越难受，&lt;br /&gt;我不懂你的心，还要受到最后，&lt;br /&gt;就算拥抱变久，温度已不够，我依然温柔，&lt;br /&gt;你不懂我的心，才试过一千遍写下很多理由，&lt;br /&gt;决定放手，可惜我一直没办法留，&lt;br /&gt;卻也沒辦法走。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8415281906200873699-1922065823183965077?l=imverypro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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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-8415281906200873699.post-3722855614926075205</id><published>2009-08-09T11:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T11:55:44.719+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lala</title><content type='html'>im damn bored i hate transition metalss ): ): stupid thing doesnt make sense and doing the tutorial is worse than writing econs essays really grr. soo in e midst of my boredom, i remembered a nice song and decided to find it whoohoo (: err cant display properly cos of my blogskin. but thats not the point just listen to the song its nice. thou its from ages ago duno why i suddenly remembered abt the song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/tawZ-nsxZK4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/tawZ-nsxZK4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lyrics:&lt;br /&gt;If I were blue&lt;br /&gt;would you be there for me&lt;br /&gt;And whisper in my ears that's okay&lt;br /&gt;Would you stand by me&lt;br /&gt;let me hold you tight&lt;br /&gt;And say you love me one more time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I feel good&lt;br /&gt;would you slow dance with me&lt;br /&gt;And touch my lips with tender love and care&lt;br /&gt;Would you die for me&lt;br /&gt;would you run with me&lt;br /&gt;And never look back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you be there to love to be with me&lt;br /&gt;Would you swear that your love is always true&lt;br /&gt;Would you say that you'll always be the one&lt;br /&gt;to take my breath away...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you be there to love to be with me&lt;br /&gt;Would you swear that your love is always true&lt;br /&gt;Would you say that you'll always be the one&lt;br /&gt;to take my breath away&lt;br /&gt;Would you be there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if i am away&lt;br /&gt;would you stil think of me&lt;br /&gt;and wish that you could hold me now, (hold me now)&lt;br /&gt;and would you die for me&lt;br /&gt;would you run with me&lt;br /&gt;all the way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you be there to love to be with me&lt;br /&gt;Would you swear that your love is always true&lt;br /&gt;Would you say that you'll always be the one&lt;br /&gt;to take my breath away...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you be there to save my soul tonight&lt;br /&gt;Would you swear that your love is always true&lt;br /&gt;Would you say that you'll always be there&lt;br /&gt;to kiss my pain away&lt;br /&gt;would u be there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you be there to love to be with me&lt;br /&gt;Would you swear that your love is always true&lt;br /&gt;Would you say that you'll always be the one&lt;br /&gt;to take my breath away...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you be there to save my soul tonight&lt;br /&gt;Would you swear that your love is always true&lt;br /&gt;Would you say that you'll always be there&lt;br /&gt;to kiss my pain away&lt;br /&gt;would u be there..for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8415281906200873699-3722855614926075205?l=imverypro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imverypro.blogspot.com/feeds/3722855614926075205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://imverypro.blogspot.com/2009/08/lala.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415281906200873699/posts/default/3722855614926075205'/><link rel='self' 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heh. but we got bored halfway so we decided to msn linan and do some impersonation.not bad quite zai at it actly heh managed to impersonate quite a few ppl and actly get qiu to believe that there are some ppl wif us who actly arent there :P clement decided to try (and fail) to jack e psps of those ppl who were playing it beside us oso heh.   ooo after mugging went to eat dinner wif clement den decided to take a walk arnd ps. went into action city and saw some stupid aeroplane game which was just insane dumb fun. in e end we stood at action city and erm played for lets see 20 mins? or 30? heehehee bet they wanted to chase us out alr larh heehee :P&lt;br /&gt;okay back to the boring part my entire back is dyinggggg. bet its cos of the stupid mugging sit too much nver move enuff. which actly incindentally means my knee is getting better!! wad a nice paradox i have heh. andd im highly tempted to go for training tmr im sooooooo yearning to go take my stick and whack the hell out of the balls just to vent some inbuilt fustration from all the stupid dumbass studying. come to think of it i actly miss training heh quite shiok actually&lt;br /&gt;ooo and wads next. earphones. decided to buy new earphones and dey are s.p.o.i.l.e.d. right side is louder than the left side. somehow tt always happens to my earphones.the previous one oso and same sides loud and soft oso. almost thought im getting deaf in my left ear until i got clement to verify that its really screwd. so poor me have to go down to vivocity tmr and change the stupid thing. cant stand un-equiilibrated earphones hahaa one side louder will just make me go dizzy. &lt;br /&gt;okay i think i shall mug more thats it. hope i dun leave this alone for tooo long again :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8415281906200873699-5675940654097791796?l=imverypro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8415281906200873699.post-4282803896614323632</id><published>2009-06-26T21:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T21:58:34.545+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ooops realised my blog cant allow it to show properly er.. u all can watch it seperately on youtube. i swear this guy rocks omg.&lt;br /&gt;okay i shud really continue mugging hell this&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8415281906200873699-4282803896614323632?l=imverypro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imverypro.blogspot.com/feeds/4282803896614323632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://imverypro.blogspot.com/2009/06/ooops-realised-my-blog-cant-allow-it-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415281906200873699/posts/default/4282803896614323632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415281906200873699/posts/default/4282803896614323632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imverypro.blogspot.com/2009/06/ooops-realised-my-blog-cant-allow-it-to.html' title=''/><author><name>(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18006492578728199942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-8415281906200873699.post-3418291117808610120</id><published>2009-06-26T21:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T21:57:24.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ninja warrior</title><content type='html'>im totally edicted to ninja warrior really. its super nice o god cant stand it ahahahaa okay enjoy this one. this fishermans imba&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/svX-z6wtPEI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/svX-z6wtPEI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8415281906200873699-3418291117808610120?l=imverypro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imverypro.blogspot.com/feeds/3418291117808610120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://imverypro.blogspot.com/2009/06/ninja-warrior.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415281906200873699/posts/default/3418291117808610120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415281906200873699/posts/default/3418291117808610120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imverypro.blogspot.com/2009/06/ninja-warrior.html' title='ninja warrior'/><author><name>(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18006492578728199942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-8415281906200873699.post-6344273985791217608</id><published>2009-06-06T21:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T21:48:00.868+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lala</title><content type='html'>im changing spectacles!! (: after deciding that my current pair is almost unbearable and gng to spoil and like crack into smitherins soon (: so yup  time for a spectacular change ((:&lt;br /&gt;anywayyy for any other dude whos gng for his ns checkup and duno where in the hell is central manpower base here it is so that i can stop getting bugged abt it heh&lt;br /&gt;1. take mrt to tiongbahru&lt;br /&gt;2. take 195 from opposite tiongbahru plaza&lt;br /&gt;3. the bus wil reach safra and take a right turn. dont stop at the bus stop. wait for another stop and drop off there&lt;br /&gt;4. if u still cant see central manpower base on your way there either ur blind or u are an utter idiot heh :P&lt;br /&gt;quite idiot proof right?? so for e dudes who are gng have fun at ns checkup (esp the stupid psychometric test wif that turning thing that just turns until u go mad and ur eyes just go conky) (: u can cross the road and drop by at my house if u want and if im at home ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yes this blogskins staying cos im far too lazy to go and change it yeaa. and this isnt a dead blog its just erm inactive yes (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8415281906200873699-6344273985791217608?l=imverypro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imverypro.blogspot.com/feeds/6344273985791217608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://imverypro.blogspot.com/2009/06/lala_06.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415281906200873699/posts/default/6344273985791217608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415281906200873699/posts/default/6344273985791217608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imverypro.blogspot.com/2009/06/lala_06.html' title='lala'/><author><name>(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18006492578728199942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-8415281906200873699.post-1970928223275570371</id><published>2009-06-01T20:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T21:14:41.238+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lala</title><content type='html'>FIRST DAY OF HOLIDAYSS!! was sadly spent mugging -.- stupid physics is insanely boring grrr. nvm at least my cousins bdae yesterday aka sunday was fun heh. my whole bunch of cousins decided to be insanely lame and childish and retarded and decided that we shud start playing wif erm water guns at my cousins birthday partyy(yarh the kind u play wif when u are like three yrs old). so we started playing wif the erm water guns and like started erm spraying each other wif water blah blah. got pictures on facebook ahaha damnnnn stupiddd. den there was dis girl(my cousins friend) who started standing like outside the house and was looking at the house and deciding whether to enter or not cos erm a bunch of ppl in their late tens and early twenty's holding water guns doesnt really look like a very normal sight. and just nice my cousin was out so she was giving that wierd stare at us like are these ppl normal kind of wierd stare hahaaha. and that poor friend stood outside the house and wondered and wondered until my cousin came home ahahaha saddd case omygod poor thing haha. sorry teck if ur ever reading this shit ahaha. or rather sorry to ur fren hah&lt;br /&gt;yess physics. im currently stuck on one question where my answer is like half of the given answer but i cant find a times 2 anywhere and im like stuck at that stupid thing for like duno how many hours alr.. so if ur super duper free, finished studying physics and nothing to do how bout pokiin me on msn and finding the times two for me heehe ((:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8415281906200873699-1970928223275570371?l=imverypro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imverypro.blogspot.com/feeds/1970928223275570371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://imverypro.blogspot.com/2009/06/lala.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415281906200873699/posts/default/1970928223275570371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415281906200873699/posts/default/1970928223275570371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imverypro.blogspot.com/2009/06/lala.html' title='lala'/><author><name>(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18006492578728199942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-8415281906200873699.post-295076736790401845</id><published>2009-05-30T17:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T17:06:16.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I IS BORED thats why im here cos i rly dun want to start the stupid thing called quantum phyiscs o screw it dis is getting extremely boring. almost fell asleep at my computer great job. o darn it grr&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8415281906200873699-295076736790401845?l=imverypro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imverypro.blogspot.com/feeds/295076736790401845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://imverypro.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-is-bored-thats-why-im-here-cos-i-rly.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415281906200873699/posts/default/295076736790401845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415281906200873699/posts/default/295076736790401845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imverypro.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-is-bored-thats-why-im-here-cos-i-rly.html' title=''/><author><name>(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18006492578728199942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-8415281906200873699.post-175097254419646688</id><published>2009-05-29T22:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T23:02:25.247+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lalaal</title><content type='html'>okay first post. I think this blog skin is erm abit the too cute hor ahaha. okay nvm dun care first it shall remain as it is for now. HOLIDAYSSS!! = studying -.- haha okay im quite annoyed the stupid ritual crap is starting at the void deck so super retarded i dun hav holidays dey dun do it den dey do it now mygod dey are dumb den i hav to stay at home and tank the noise o shux save me. okay mayb i will run off to school during the holidays got aircon oso added advantage whwhooo(weather is totally burning dese few days i will shoot down the sun when i cant take it)&lt;br /&gt;okay wad to tok abt. erm CHAMPS LEAGUE. fine man u lost -.- but haha quite fun still. ok start from e start. Me and shuchin were aparently free like mad decided not to go home and started waiting for our dear anshing to get home but apparently he got home very late for reasons not to be revealed. so we did all kinds of shit like sitting in macs doing maths assn at ten pm. walking around void decks and to shuchins primary school at like 11?? super bo liao so anshing if u read dis me and shuchin weere at one point contemplating smashing our glass bottles into ur head hahaah. okay den finally got to his friggin hse and erm basically its eat watch soccer play soccer and erm kill yitao whwooho good life (: slept for one hour and amazingly tanked schoool thanks im damn pro ahaha&lt;br /&gt;okay wads nxt wads nxt o circle line. generally coool looking but three carriages abit the stupid right wad if more ppl want to get on the train when it gets to more than three four stations??&lt;br /&gt;okay ermm nothng much alr ahahahaaha im dying of after effects of the day of one hr sleep grrr&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8415281906200873699-175097254419646688?l=imverypro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imverypro.blogspot.com/feeds/175097254419646688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://imverypro.blogspot.com/2009/05/lalaal.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415281906200873699/posts/default/175097254419646688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415281906200873699/posts/default/175097254419646688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imverypro.blogspot.com/2009/05/lalaal.html' title='lalaal'/><author><name>(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18006492578728199942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
