<?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-6379253621346768989</id><updated>2011-07-08T20:52:59.168+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Loner boy</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rainingdaysarechanging.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6379253621346768989/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rainingdaysarechanging.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>rainingdaysareachanging</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16155351587945314073</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>96</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6379253621346768989.post-8880305447475634100</id><published>2009-07-15T17:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T17:22:03.177+08:00</updated><title type='text'>regrets</title><content type='html'>rubber band snapped and apparently catch fire like hair.. so i got alot of rubber on my left hand.. not resembling any words or anything. more like.. weird dots around..  fuck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6379253621346768989-8880305447475634100?l=rainingdaysarechanging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6379253621346768989/posts/default/8880305447475634100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6379253621346768989/posts/default/8880305447475634100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rainingdaysarechanging.blogspot.com/2009/07/regrets.html' title='regrets'/><author><name>rainingdaysareachanging</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16155351587945314073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6379253621346768989.post-485548671372156589</id><published>2009-07-15T16:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T16:38:46.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wake up.</title><content type='html'>I have to wake up. gotta wake up. why cant i wake up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHY cant i fuckin wake up...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms shang talked to me after school, i told her i wanna give up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she gave a lecture on how i should'nt , or at least give it my best shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told her, what if my best shot is'nt good enough..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She says, Least you can rest well knowing it was your best shot..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its times like this that i really think, im the stupidest person in the whole world..&lt;br /&gt;I dont think im smart. I thought I had common sense. guess i did'nt after all..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont know why. WHY . cant i fucking do my work. i sit on the table. i off my com.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;end up i read some comics i read a billion times before or fiddle with something OR space out for like 3 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lie to my self. unconsiously. I want myself to know. why am i so lazy. i dont know. i need help. but who can help. guess those who said they'll help wont help. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one can help you but yourself. says people and even god himself. its times like this when i tell those people to screw yourself. why? because i cant. my willpower is so lousy and small. that when i these kinda problems.. i dont even know how to solve it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im going to go melt some rubber band.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Onto my arm. its going to say. wake the hell up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6379253621346768989-485548671372156589?l=rainingdaysarechanging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6379253621346768989/posts/default/485548671372156589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6379253621346768989/posts/default/485548671372156589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rainingdaysarechanging.blogspot.com/2009/07/wake-up.html' title='Wake up.'/><author><name>rainingdaysareachanging</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16155351587945314073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6379253621346768989.post-5718715755059288586</id><published>2009-07-14T15:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T15:28:48.868+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BORED</title><content type='html'>OMG. GUESS WHAT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IM FRIGGIN BORED. ARG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND I CANT SEEM TO DO MY HOMEWORK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant help it. i stare at my work for a few minuites. then.. i just.. look and wander somewhere else. I TELL YOU YOU STAPLE MY BUTT I'LL GET UP AND RUN WITH IT. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;help....&gt;&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6379253621346768989-5718715755059288586?l=rainingdaysarechanging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6379253621346768989/posts/default/5718715755059288586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6379253621346768989/posts/default/5718715755059288586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rainingdaysarechanging.blogspot.com/2009/07/bored.html' title='BORED'/><author><name>rainingdaysareachanging</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16155351587945314073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6379253621346768989.post-8159785527797220584</id><published>2009-07-13T17:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T17:33:23.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Catching up.</title><content type='html'>Hey people . omg i seriously need to blog . &lt;br /&gt;I got lazy again. haha ps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay some stuff happened and i'll try to remember best i can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back a while. Andrew kept wanting me to follow him go to some tamiya car shopp near geylang. then i boliao dun wan go. then eventually.. one day i go. he force me skip remedial etc to go. damn guilty. then . we went his house by bus first. then we took another bus to go to the shop. wa liao the ride damn long sia. &gt;&lt; iphone also running outta batt. so cannot play/listen music. &lt;br /&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;Finally half an hour later we reached. still need walk to the place. by then im upset. so i kept to myself and kept thinking on how to turn a tamya car to a death threat. hahahahs. i thought of a small flame thrower.. a switch off-er, etc. haha fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oKay in the shop we browse browse and got out. i was like. WHAT THE HELL we went all that way to come here and i dont even have money to buy the damn thing. and andrew was like. aiyo. you kno what is window shoppin mah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we took a bus ride to geylang cuz andrew said wan go find something to eat and look for his uncle's shopp . Whole bus ride i was scolding him and telling him that window shopping was so friggin useless cuz its like tempting us and we dont even have the money. got the money liao then maybe sold out..T.T... so its like a waste of time. ah well moving on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WA LIAO i hate geylang or gay liang or w/e man. we walked like 4 km there. all around. looking for the shop. just to say hi to andrew's auntie in the end . i was soo pissed cuz i was also carrying my bag. which was about 12 kg heavy. ( i measured ) hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at the end of it. my shoes were visibily worn. and i was sweating like hell.. we had no money. and i was so pissed i wanted to stab andrew with durians. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We walked.. and we walked.. in the hot blazing sun.. until eventually a miraculous sight greeted us.. a mrt station. haha we ran into it. and went to bugis. we stayed there for a while walking around.. playing with the foutain. ( i pinned andrew near the fountain, we mostly dared each other to run through it. he got wet on both occasions and i did'nt!) and we went to the games room to watch people. no money.. &gt;&lt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally my mum came and saved us. woohoo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay now recently. andrew's been bringing me to his church. first to a performance. and some dude pastor or something kinda persuaded me to go again the next day. a sunday. it was kinda fun. meeting new people. all were really nice. i liked shopping for the clothing. I got the hat i wanted. so happy! hahahs. (flat cap) and i posted a picture of andrew in his formals. WAH PURPLE SO GHEY. hahhaha. &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;church was fun. maybe i'll keep going.. i just dont like the singing and reflecting and stuff. makes me all warm and fuzzy... i hate that. i hate fuzzy. i like warm. it makes me uncomfortable. i dont know why.. &gt;&lt; ah well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH yeah today. i dinna go school. BECAUSE. THERS some people living in my comdo that we sometimes park in the lots in their area because no more lots arh. then really no choice wad i gotta go school and we gotta park near. hahahs. for people who kno . its block 22. okay then when in the morning we come back. we'll see the wipers up as a warning. bloody hell. we never paid much attention to it. eventually...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today.. the bloody idiot let out all the air in the tires on the left side. when we drove to the front of the condo in the morning i told my mum to go check it out. wa really no air. lucky i heard the funny flapping sound... its like......flap....flap...flap (oh hey we're reaching a turn.!) flapflapflapflapflap...flap..flap... ITS JUST LIKE THAT. SHESH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mum went to complain later. could'nt find a taxi at main road. SO I DID TRY TO GO TO SCHOOL. i was kinda pissed but happy because i did'nt do my homework. hehe.:3 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways i had to fill the tire with air again with my bicycle pump. wa liao it was in the afternoon then.. &gt;&lt; went back  in the morning to catch more zzzs.. just now went to amk polyclinic to get mc. TWO DAYS BITCHES. WOOHOO. will do homework later. and tomorrow. i think homework tonight n dnt tomorrow. ah well.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well. that happened to me.. and currently. i've been wondering about my friends.. are they really my friends.. like.. they accompany me and stuff. they talk to me at times and stuff. but will they stand up for me if anything happens.? yeah i swear honestly if you guys have like a fight i swear i'll pop in and help. (not the other party) hehe. but i'll help you. if thers a life n death situation like pushing you outta the way of a car i swear i'll do it cuz i kno my life has not as much as a impact as yours. (no pun intended) anyways.. my friends. told  me to look and see whos the real friend around me. but.. no matter how many times they said they'll offer their help. they dont really help when i need it... &gt;&lt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its times. like this. when i lay back on my bed. think. and just cover my face with a pillow and shout. FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6379253621346768989-8159785527797220584?l=rainingdaysarechanging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6379253621346768989/posts/default/8159785527797220584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6379253621346768989/posts/default/8159785527797220584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rainingdaysarechanging.blogspot.com/2009/07/catching-up.html' title='Catching up.'/><author><name>rainingdaysareachanging</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16155351587945314073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6379253621346768989.post-6924109677959802939</id><published>2009-06-30T22:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T22:29:21.399+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dad.</title><content type='html'>my dad jus sent me this sms a while ago. i've been getting these.. this is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just the latest..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How are you? Readmitted to hospital. My small intestine burst as a result of last operation and liquid came out from my surgery cut. Now fasting and living on IV drip. Weight 82kg now , down from 92 . HOw's school etc.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His last sms was on how he jus came out of another op.. showing a picture of his stomache..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6379253621346768989-6924109677959802939?l=rainingdaysarechanging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6379253621346768989/posts/default/6924109677959802939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6379253621346768989/posts/default/6924109677959802939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rainingdaysarechanging.blogspot.com/2009/06/dad.html' title='dad.'/><author><name>rainingdaysareachanging</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16155351587945314073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6379253621346768989.post-937295899811434805</id><published>2009-06-29T17:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T17:13:17.487+08:00</updated><title type='text'>first day of school.. again.</title><content type='html'>Well its the first day of school again and it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O.K&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nearly k.o ed me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yea that was kiiinda lame.. haha.. &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it was a normal and fine school day. came to school reading my awesome story book.. in fact most of the time. Heard about normal school conflicts again and realised wooboy. im home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeap.. it was pretty boring. hardly any lessons. good for reading. paid attention when there was. poa.  actually. ss and phy i was elsewhere in my mind.. poa actually i dozed off for like 5 mins .. kinda weird. i was sitting behind my friend, leon. poking him with my left hand and suddenly i fell on my table unconsious. my hand still on his shoulder.. i woke up. ms shang still discussing the same paragraph.. and my arm still on his shoulder.. lols&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he turned around and was like. HEY. dinna kno you were sleepin.. lols. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah and after school went pp . emelyne was telling me how she was to give reccomendations on scholar ships for IT thingies. and i really really want that offer. so i told her and shes like.. ookay~ . oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went pp. talked with the group at the food court. thenw ent to by bubble tea.. came back downstairs shortly after only to have half the group leave to the shops.. becks. agnes and me were left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Becks was talking to her friend disturbing me about cheyyenne. (dunno how to spell )kinda annoying but im okay with it. disturbing me the.. wrong way.. like how'd you rub a cat the wrong way &gt;&lt; kinda gross thinking about it.  no offense. anyways. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;agnes and i was jus listening to songs totally bored. we listened to some song and was head banging for no reason. acting spastic. making becks laugh.. haha. was fun..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then later we all went home and here i am typing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;currento plan-o : Blog finitio , sms friends. bathe. nap. do homework. .. i think i'll do homework before nap for a peace of mind. woohoo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;randolph, out. &gt;&lt; totally no fun factor 'ere. im sapped out myself. jus giving updates. trying not to be lazy factor is working good.. choosing things to do at the right time.. . eh. not so well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6379253621346768989-937295899811434805?l=rainingdaysarechanging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6379253621346768989/posts/default/937295899811434805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6379253621346768989/posts/default/937295899811434805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rainingdaysarechanging.blogspot.com/2009/06/first-day-of-school-again.html' title='first day of school.. again.'/><author><name>rainingdaysareachanging</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16155351587945314073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6379253621346768989.post-7592766992883707570</id><published>2009-06-29T01:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T01:04:41.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks liyana.</title><content type='html'>BTW. thanks liyana for being a great friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and an available help of course. i'll be using your help shortly of course. GIVE ME YOUR BRAIN OR ELSE. I'LL .. I'LL . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SUCK IT WITH A STRAW THROUGH YOUR EAR OR SOMETHING. YEAH. :D bwahhaaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6379253621346768989-7592766992883707570?l=rainingdaysarechanging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6379253621346768989/posts/default/7592766992883707570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6379253621346768989/posts/default/7592766992883707570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rainingdaysarechanging.blogspot.com/2009/06/thanks-liyana.html' title='Thanks liyana.'/><author><name>rainingdaysareachanging</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16155351587945314073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6379253621346768989.post-3436094884198474417</id><published>2009-06-29T00:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T01:03:29.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'>IM back.</title><content type='html'>Hey people.&lt;br /&gt;IM back. Yeapp.&lt;br /&gt;Really was too lazy to update. SORRY those who actually read my blogs..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bummers. &gt;&lt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOnna learn to make my blog better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MOre interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and most of all.&lt;br /&gt;FUUUUUN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOund out. WHen i dont blog.. i forget my memories more.. (~~)&lt;br /&gt;I Remember less of things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO HERES A QUICK CATCH UP.&lt;br /&gt;I am now a 2 start certified kayakker.! yaysums.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im now a 2nd sergant.. mr wong told me that i was promoted based on the efforts i put in! yays... however at the same time i was in the principal's office.. i found out..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im seriously behind in studies. dnt..  im the 4th worst express student... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I froze at that when my principal told me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i left the office. tears streamed out even when i had a straight face..&lt;br /&gt;I realised i was breaking down. As i walked to the dnt studio.. I could'nt stop crrying. Why could'nt I? I had no idea.. luckily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MR WONG TO THE RESCUE. he gave a talk which i'll jus summarise. if you're down, and you're not gonna help yourself.. everything will feel like its breakiing down. NO one can help you. bt yourself. HENCE I learnt a valuable lesson.. BUT IM GETTING LAZY AGAIN. I NEED HELP. hence. study groups. seriously i can study with anyone. maybe not some people.. but i just need other people around me that are studying to actually pepp me! so please anyone jst study by me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWYAS. woohoo~ its a new term. New start. and new blog! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;waseis. slept at 7.30 pm.. today.. woke up at 12.. now im so energertic.. TOMORROWS SCHOOL. and that means. study! woohoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i actually studied some during the holidays. im happy. bt a bit fustrated.. psst. gonna wear wax tomoorrow to make my hair stand.. getting long.. &gt;&lt; i actually had to cut my fringe.. T.T" noooo~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also. finally. IM GOING TO BUILD UP AN ART FOLIO. WOOHOO. with all sorts of art. car chases. game characters. concept art~ sketches of people.. i need a picture.. &gt;&lt; and stuff. i'll see if anyone can STAY STILL FOR LIKE 10 MINUITES FOR ME TO SKETCH THEM. yeah. later come out like those people sketch people by the road one. like.. bean people. yes bean people.. like.. the.. oompa lumpa people. if you can stay still for 10 minuites im gonna startyelling ' BEAN PERSON. BEAN PERSON HERE. BEAN PERSON! " IN ALARM. you wont like that. so bring a picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See yall real soon. and please. TAG LAH OUI. REMIND SO MANY TIMES. I THINK NO ONE GO MY BLOG THEN I DONT BLOG LE LAH.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6379253621346768989-3436094884198474417?l=rainingdaysarechanging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6379253621346768989/posts/default/3436094884198474417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6379253621346768989/posts/default/3436094884198474417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rainingdaysarechanging.blogspot.com/2009/06/im-back.html' title='IM back.'/><author><name>rainingdaysareachanging</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16155351587945314073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6379253621346768989.post-1613342430891626331</id><published>2009-05-03T23:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T23:56:52.977+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My purpose.</title><content type='html'>Heys..&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to ask the few who actually check in here.&lt;br /&gt;Who am I? How am I like? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why am I the way I am..? Normally i'd blame my parents and stuff but I can also be blamed for the choices I make, honestly this is less of a blog, more of a .. self- reflection kinda thing. But I guess I just let people read it and stuff. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do people have cliques, is it because they have common interests? Or they just like the other people in that group more than others.? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do people, confide in others one day, stick by them, help them, then, be a completely different person the next? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do people change from being a complete brother one day and be a complete asshole the next.?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is popularity and why does it affect people in the class.?&lt;br /&gt;Easily, you can tell the somebodies and the nobodies. If you can stand at the side, and tell, are you being partly buyous? Can you seriously be a spectator without taking sides?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why, do people have purposes and how do they know what they are. My guess that it is undefined, left to them to find out.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example.. i dont understand people sometimes as in.. their view on you. that can completly change. like.. if i wer'nt doing something at all, just stoning at something. they'd say im annoying and i'd be surprised, trying to prove my innocence , then they'd say that this is evidence that im annoying. This action actually pisses me off and esp more when the person waves it off when i got actual evidence that i worked hard to get.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do I care for such people.. Why do i care for my friends who care nothing for me. People might not say i care, I know that im selfish and stuff. evil even. But i do that cause.. i jus dont know.. maybe to get attention? Maybe to set a .. name for myself? I dont know, some say i have a different personality, i used to think so but i waved it off cause i thought that i'd agree to this jus to make me more interesting that i have a 'different' person. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont get it. why i care for people who care nothing for me. Why, cant i get angry at hypocrites and stuff after a while, why cant i just stay angry, i keep tellingmyself that everyone around me is a good person. Even if he or she does evil things , he or she probally have a good reason for it. Sometimes when i managed to get the courage to ask that person they'd just wave it off as , duno, dunno, how'd i know? .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This leads me to beliving that people do things mostly to get attention from others and to be more appealing to others. Why do they, insult friends who've been there for them , just to get a short term attention and 'thumbs up' from some 'popular people'? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This leads me to question people's belives for materialistness and other things like.. appeal to popular people thus making him or her feel better about him or herself...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes i ask these questions for nothing and sure people wont understand it. soon they'd just wave it off and said that im just thinking too much, why'd i have to think so much and stuff. I tell anyone who reads this. If i care for that person enough, just as a friend, I dont mind risking my life for him or her. Be it to stop a bullet or push him or her out of harms way, i can swear that i'd do it. Of course as long as it is reasonably life threatening like someone being emo and keep cutting themselfs i wont offer my arm.. worst come to worst i'd offer my blood if need be.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure people now will say that i can be a great friend at times, i can seriously be annoying the next. " seriously randolph sometimes you can really be a great friend, but when you're annoying i really feel like slapping you. " when i asked this person what i did to make me annoying she simply said that " I dunno, you just do."  honestly im speechless at this thing and then it leads me back to questioning people's friendship with others and just why are they friends. What do i do. that make people irritating. why cant people care for me and do they really care for me? who even acknowledges i exists. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just, how much help can a hug be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6379253621346768989-1613342430891626331?l=rainingdaysarechanging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6379253621346768989/posts/default/1613342430891626331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6379253621346768989/posts/default/1613342430891626331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rainingdaysarechanging.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-purpose.html' title='My purpose.'/><author><name>rainingdaysareachanging</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16155351587945314073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6379253621346768989.post-6121094572945378530</id><published>2009-04-26T02:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T02:44:47.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'>today!!</title><content type='html'>Man.. am i lazy. &lt;br /&gt;today lots of stuff happened. &lt;br /&gt;i'll summarise. i think. but im not good at that. shiet..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;morning went to school for dnt 8 am sharp did nothing sadly i could'nt i lazed around till becky came and did some research on some stuff. listened to songs and nuts till it was finished and we went pp to eat kfc (well jus me, she watched) and then i went home, washed up and went to meet ben at bugis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i invited my friend bec tan to meet ben koh hui ning and two other girls. blah blah we shopped for some presents, may has many birthdays man. including mine! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways we bought a few shirts and i was pratically broke. i bought bec the meal i owe him for the time he blanjar me long john silver. i hate owing people so i paid him back, he discovered some estasy when i put my red bull into his coke. does that weird 'pleasured' face.. called keith straight away, later we walked around till the girls had to go and then we helped ben pick a watch.. gosh that took long. after repeated attempts to drag bec into the fountain i decided i dinna wanna get wet so i gave up and we grabbed food. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;octopus balls yum. then, sadly ben had to go home. waved bye, then brough bec to the games room.. wait thats when we said bye to ben cuz we 3 played the ball game . gotta throw it and stuff. pretty fun. heh. we named our player the f word. :D if you see it in the high scores we're number 11 under that word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later said bye to ben then bec challenged me to mario kart&lt;br /&gt;IT WAS FUN! :D so fun. he was in the leage and i was in the leauge and its neck to neck only to the last part i let him go and jus as he was on the checkered line i hit him with a metal pot and sped past him. LOLS. you shoulda seen his face.. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways found out he lost his wallet and after much inconvenience, ' reporting it.. checking the security videos,, back tracking' we decided it was lost and i consoled him a bit. then we had to go. by then we were totally broke. i think i remember some stuff thats in his wallet, near 100 dollars. some game cards , his ez- link and his first neo print. damn man. anyways then my uncle picked me for a family gathering , ate crabs then went home. gosh. then watched a few movies before finally saying hi to bec and remembering that i have to blog, and now that im done WHOOPIE im done. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dunno if i really made my points clear but i wanted it to be informative on my day too. ah well. for those who wanna know anyways. :D soz bec you unlucky person today aye. see ya people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6379253621346768989-6121094572945378530?l=rainingdaysarechanging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6379253621346768989/posts/default/6121094572945378530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6379253621346768989/posts/default/6121094572945378530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rainingdaysarechanging.blogspot.com/2009/04/today.html' title='today!!'/><author><name>rainingdaysareachanging</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16155351587945314073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6379253621346768989.post-2729800296985313955</id><published>2009-04-21T00:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T00:53:00.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'>kayakking</title><content type='html'>btw, kayakkig last sun was FUNN!! :D &lt;br /&gt;all the guys were older than me though by alot. like minimum is in poly.. D:&lt;br /&gt;pretty nice guys i guess. &lt;br /&gt;did alot of cool tricks in the kayakk. got sunburned and a bruise on my sholder from carrying the heavy kayak. &lt;br /&gt;did rescue excersizes. we did pretty good, the instructor said.&lt;br /&gt;when we went to the really deep side of the marina bay to do the drill again , i was seirously scared and my leg cramped when i over turned my boat. D: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for a sec.. i panicked. &lt;br /&gt;then i did'nt, i did as i had to. pat the underside of the boat 3 times to show im not panicking and then rise out of the water and shout for help.. calmly. then my team mates will help me get water out of the kayak before helping me into the kayak. i think im gonna be doing this alot .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;think i grew a lil muscles now.. yay now not that skinny le. :D (means muscles but.. okay their still kinda small) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D see yaz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6379253621346768989-2729800296985313955?l=rainingdaysarechanging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6379253621346768989/posts/default/2729800296985313955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6379253621346768989/posts/default/2729800296985313955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rainingdaysarechanging.blogspot.com/2009/04/kayakking.html' title='kayakking'/><author><name>rainingdaysareachanging</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16155351587945314073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6379253621346768989.post-8727466009851275120</id><published>2009-04-21T00:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T00:35:32.315+08:00</updated><title type='text'>more about me.</title><content type='html'>Heys, again i dunno who reads this. cuz i dunno who tags. meh. WHAT IS IT WITH PEOPLE, READING BUT NOT TAGGING. okayokay browsing not reading. anyways. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cuz apparently many people dont know much about me, thus doing things that really really piss me off. as in, clench knucles or get depressed straight away kinda thing. D:&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont like getting angry, hav'nt got for a while, plan to keep it that way, but i swear, the first opportunity i get to whack someone when their in the wrong, i'll do it.. anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people. tend to misunderstand me. in many many ways. they do things that piss me off. &lt;br /&gt;for example, they remind me of my past, i hate my past, i think i'd have at least changed that MUCH. THAT much. from then to now. and people dont even kno fully what happened but they want to jus turn a blind eye, content with the wrong information that they have. their ignorant bastards. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another one. I hate it when people scold me for no good reason, like ziyi when she calls me chicken neh neh when im looking at my friend and talking. I really admire her straight forwardness. I both hate and really like it. thus i like it a lil more. then i hate it so.. i like it, but i dont like it at the same time. anyways.. not reguarding jus now, i hate people scolding me for things that is NONE of their concern at all, so mind your business. i dont like people scolding me for things i dinna kno i did, and turning a blind ear, when i try to explain that it was'nt me. even when i finally got it into their thick skull that it was'nt me. they got a bad impression. now , that sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;similiar to the one above, i hate people punishing me for things i did not deserve / do. &lt;br /&gt;If it is a teacher, i'll give her the reaction he / she deserves. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another one again, i absolutely hate, hypocrites, for example jian long. gosh that guy. dont meaning to scold people behind their backs, but hes.. even admitted and even by others that.. hes a bastard. D:&gt; i'll apologise to him later, anyways once when i was wrongly strangled by ben ( he apologised later) jian long was more worried about me getting onto him than me actually being strangled and then shouted and yelled more.. thus being a nuisance, and a bastard. honestly . even when today i was being attacked on my sunburns he would shout at me when i was lying on the floor in pain to ' get the hell away from him cuz im sweaty' ... now thats why i dont talk to him unless talked to.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lets see ah what else, ah.. i hate, being diaoed at, 'zzz' or ... , cuz its seriously annoying like, someone doing the , ookay face in a way that can totally piss you off and especially when he / she says what ever too. ESPECIALLY, when you're wronged and you're trying to prove you're innocent, there at times, when im so angry at certain girls, i just have no idea what to do cept jus be g-damned pissed at them, some will kno who im referring to but alas..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ookay last thing i hate.. DRAWING ON MY PROPERTY ESP MY BOOKS, i treat my books really well and there is a reason why i hate lending people my book unless sharing a really nice one, like how'd you share a really good joke. i'd rather let them draw on my arms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ookay this one is for ben, i hate people who spread false rumours. you kno what im talking about. and teasing is included, so unless you wanna meet my tv controller again you'd watch out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well this more about me list has actually gone to the, things i hate section. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;normally if anyone actually cares about what i feel , either way, they'd read. and maybe i wont be as evil as everyone think i am, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"everything's got a reason, you just, need to know what.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i'd like to say, ther are times when i really cannot control myself to the point when i've done things only to be wondering why'd i done it.. i blame my parents, if you think im totally unreasonable for such accusation. You, know naught why. ( it means you know nothing, NOTHING.).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps, soz jian long and ziyi for saying your names and stuff. you're proablly gonna brand me or something but i dont mind.. ah well. friends are'nt made to last... thats, what my dad said.. guessing thats why he got fired huh apart from his sickness. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if.. i die.. i think i'd be glad, cuz i know people would be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6379253621346768989-8727466009851275120?l=rainingdaysarechanging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6379253621346768989/posts/default/8727466009851275120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6379253621346768989/posts/default/8727466009851275120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rainingdaysarechanging.blogspot.com/2009/04/more-about-me.html' title='more about me.'/><author><name>rainingdaysareachanging</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16155351587945314073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6379253621346768989.post-4128908998825467086</id><published>2009-04-12T13:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T13:27:01.474+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BAck</title><content type='html'>Hey people. im back. not sure who actually reads this blog though. thats pretty much why i stopped, then again i remembered that i also use my blog as a sort of diary,&lt;br /&gt;ther are times when i look back in my past and i wonder why thers such big time lapses, i wonder where i was during those times ya kno?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I noticed this when i was looking through some old books, only to find my old sticker collection. I remembered i used to collect alot of stickers. oh the good times. Ah well being told by my friend, i gotta MAKE THINGS SHORT AND SHARP AND TO THA POINT. well i guess i alreadyover shot this. so.. blah and im gonna log off now. im thinking. hey, new BLOG SKIN! :D .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;check in soon yar. bye now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6379253621346768989-4128908998825467086?l=rainingdaysarechanging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6379253621346768989/posts/default/4128908998825467086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6379253621346768989/posts/default/4128908998825467086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rainingdaysarechanging.blogspot.com/2009/04/back.html' title='BAck'/><author><name>rainingdaysareachanging</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16155351587945314073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6379253621346768989.post-7782258443076511322</id><published>2009-01-12T01:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T01:16:35.949+08:00</updated><title type='text'>photo shot</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sKJ29g524P4/SWonSY8RUdI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/YpazUprH128/s1600-h/n744029229_1223894_2246.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290083909186441682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sKJ29g524P4/SWonSY8RUdI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/YpazUprH128/s400/n744029229_1223894_2246.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; honestly? I really like this picture. Least I dont look as stupid or stuff. ah well :3 Kawaii~ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;best friends for ever i guess, ( or at least as long as possible)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6379253621346768989-7782258443076511322?l=rainingdaysarechanging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6379253621346768989/posts/default/7782258443076511322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6379253621346768989/posts/default/7782258443076511322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rainingdaysarechanging.blogspot.com/2009/01/photo-shot.html' title='photo shot'/><author><name>rainingdaysareachanging</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16155351587945314073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sKJ29g524P4/SWonSY8RUdI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/YpazUprH128/s72-c/n744029229_1223894_2246.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6379253621346768989.post-5960250637907271029</id><published>2009-01-11T22:08:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T23:18:28.747+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CCA DAY</title><content type='html'>WUASSUAP YO! ...&lt;br /&gt;damn was i happy yesterday. pratically singing even.&lt;br /&gt;firstly i'd like to ask if people like my current blog songs.&lt;br /&gt;by the time you read this post, i'd change it to another one already, however that song is just my current favourite. those songs will stay on the blog for a pretty long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah well back to yesterday, morning i woke up early to bring my com and stuff to school. yay!&lt;br /&gt;then i hooked up the stuff WITH SPEAKERS in ready for cca fair. got the powerpoint etc for ncc heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was SOO FUN! i got to blast music!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-b3c60257258b1b5b" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v11.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Db3c60257258b1b5b%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331464269%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5801CD14A4ECB450F63CD813FC15EAC2EE43E04E.1F42C642509732BB78ABBA20C6DC5F10525283B7%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Db3c60257258b1b5b%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DquWZnHoEvmVN981ysBI8tunxD_0&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v11.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Db3c60257258b1b5b%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331464269%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5801CD14A4ECB450F63CD813FC15EAC2EE43E04E.1F42C642509732BB78ABBA20C6DC5F10525283B7%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Db3c60257258b1b5b%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DquWZnHoEvmVN981ysBI8tunxD_0&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;LOL dont tell mr wong, my pictures something wrong so i'll update later. or something. anyhoo.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;After ahcheiving our goal of 45 cadets i think. colin and i went to pp to meet with charlene, &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;we then met up with my mum , whom i gave my stuff too, then we went to plaza sing later.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I got jasmine the christmas/birthday present i owe her at the make a bear.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Honestly i wanna do something funny for the voice thingy. at first i dinna kno could'nt make your own voice. so i just got a evil laugh one. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;anyhoo i went for tution later. then i went to novena ( tution was at belestier opposite thompson medical center there) so i just walked. I told jas i'd meet her at 7 so i was like waiting. my phone spoilt so i dunno how to contact&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;half an hour later i was damn panacking , then i went to call my mum then char then asked her to get jasmine to meet me at bookstore. 15 mins later. i was panicking ther, then i went to call my mum then my mum said shes gonna pick me and dont mOVE. so i went there then when i met my mum i called jasmine and end up she had dinner and was already on her way. so i got off the car, got the bear, and then met jas and gave it to her, eatting long john silver during that time. ^^&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;heh, quite a fun day alrights.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-35e41510c26db6ae" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" 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href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=b3c60257258b1b5b&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6379253621346768989/posts/default/5960250637907271029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6379253621346768989/posts/default/5960250637907271029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rainingdaysarechanging.blogspot.com/2009/01/cca-day.html' title='CCA DAY'/><author><name>rainingdaysareachanging</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16155351587945314073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6379253621346768989.post-8283499863329299210</id><published>2009-01-05T23:41:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T19:45:36.027+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hiya</title><content type='html'>Hey guys, sorry its been too damn long.&lt;br /&gt;I've just been too lazy, ya know?&lt;br /&gt;To talk about my bali trip,&lt;br /&gt;My working week end with colin joshua jessnike benjamin koh and my neice and stuff. so juz ask me about it then i'll type it out mmkay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKay heres goes, found this funny quiz on a friend's blog.&lt;br /&gt;rules are simple.&lt;br /&gt;1: Put your itunes , media player or any other music player on shuffle mode.&lt;br /&gt;2: For each question you must click the next button for the answer.&lt;br /&gt;3: You must write the song name no matter how ridicules or stupid it is.&lt;br /&gt;4: You must put a comment in brackets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Follow my format.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Are you male or female?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Bad Day ( Chipmunk)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;{Does it mean im a chipmunk 0.0}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Describe yourself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Mas Eu Quer Ser&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;{ Man i gotta find out what this means, does it mean im queer or something o.o}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What do people feel around you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Canto de Orfeo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;{Man i dunno again what it means but it sounds cool}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Where would you like to be right now?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Clint Eastwood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;{But.. thats a guy's name..}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;How do you feel about love.?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Hunting party&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;{ Woah am i some sort of hunter that preys on people or something }&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Whats your life like?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Still alive (J.C Mix)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;{ IM alive!}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What would you ask for if you had only one wish?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;What I've Done&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;{ I guess finding out what i did and reflecting on my life is kinda cool.}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Say something wise.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;I'm Yours&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;{ Is it telling me im desperate or something}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If someone says" is this okay" you say?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Maria Maria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;{oookay. o.o}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;How would you describe yourself?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Crawling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;{ookay. -.-}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What would you like in a guy/girl?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Brother&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;{ i guess family bonds?}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;How do you feel today?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Rock the house&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;{woo baby hell yeah!}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What is your life's purpose?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Colours of the harder style&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;{I have no idea what to say}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What is your motto?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Every Planet We Reach Is Dead&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;{ooooooooooooookay.. =.=}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What do your friends think of you? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Carol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;{huh?!?}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What do you think of your parents?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;This love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;{ i have no idea what to say actually}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Who do you think about very often?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;sk8er boi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;{uh...}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What is 2 plus 2?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Song 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;{ LOLS}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What do you think of your best friend?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;still alive (Jc mix)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;{ wah sei same song, and uh. thats good i think? }&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Whats your life's story?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;How can i tell her?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;{im confused}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What do you want to be when you grow up?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Just dance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;{woo baby on the spot}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What will you dance to at your wedding?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Harder, Better, Faster, Stronger&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;{who watched "daft bodies" on youtube? =D}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What song will be played during your funeral?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Funky Town&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;{LOL XD}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Whats your hobby/interest?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Dont stop me now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;{yea, i guess thats it}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Whats your biggest fear?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Vincent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;{ HA HA HA HA HAHAHAHAHAHHAHA HA HA HAHAHAHAHAHA HA HA HAA HA HA HAHAHAAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHA}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Whats your biggest secret?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;I was a teenage hand model&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;{ what the !?!}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What do you think of your friends?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;These boots are meant for walking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;{ uhh, i dont really step on people much right? right? }&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What will you post this as?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Canon (eletric guitar version)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;{ookay}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;DONE.lols that was a really funny experience, so TRY IT OUT NOW! heh. i was lauging my ass off esp at the vincent part ^^. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;see yall, and good luck with school yar!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sKJ29g524P4/ST_VelH8VXI/AAAAAAAAAZE/ndAmwqgaNk4/s1600-h/P1170236.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278172009639728498" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sKJ29g524P4/ST_VelH8VXI/AAAAAAAAAZE/ndAmwqgaNk4/s320/P1170236.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; OOH this was me having fun bbqing a chicken wing.. IM awesome&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sKJ29g524P4/ST_VeTYqSnI/AAAAAAAAAY8/02jAcgPX6a4/s1600-h/P1170231.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278172004878010994" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sKJ29g524P4/ST_VeTYqSnI/AAAAAAAAAY8/02jAcgPX6a4/s320/P1170231.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Satay.. i'll just hold them and suddenly they'll burst into flames and be cooked within seconds.^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sKJ29g524P4/ST_VeG96dzI/AAAAAAAAAY0/qWtgVsFj8Gw/s1600-h/P1170217.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278172001544599346" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sKJ29g524P4/ST_VeG96dzI/AAAAAAAAAY0/qWtgVsFj8Gw/s320/P1170217.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; NOt i take one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sKJ29g524P4/ST_Vd-kmMAI/AAAAAAAAAYs/W8_5qACJLAY/s1600-h/P1170226.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278171999290929154" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sKJ29g524P4/ST_Vd-kmMAI/AAAAAAAAAYs/W8_5qACJLAY/s320/P1170226.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; our food !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sKJ29g524P4/ST_RZW5uPcI/AAAAAAAAAYk/IJzbazSHAl0/s1600-h/P1170195.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278167521876131266" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sKJ29g524P4/ST_RZW5uPcI/AAAAAAAAAYk/IJzbazSHAl0/s320/P1170195.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sKJ29g524P4/ST_RZIafr8I/AAAAAAAAAYc/aY_A2PDcWQ0/s1600-h/P1170214.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278167517987057602" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sKJ29g524P4/ST_RZIafr8I/AAAAAAAAAYc/aY_A2PDcWQ0/s320/P1170214.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Becks being a nerd&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sKJ29g524P4/ST_RY4jOx9I/AAAAAAAAAYU/D6t5LOTT9Q8/s1600-h/P1170191.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278167513728731090" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sKJ29g524P4/ST_RY4jOx9I/AAAAAAAAAYU/D6t5LOTT9Q8/s320/P1170191.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JIn wai eatting a burning coal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sKJ29g524P4/ST_RYm0ih8I/AAAAAAAAAYM/Zn6M_2Jx7h8/s1600-h/P1170188.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278167508969490370" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sKJ29g524P4/ST_RYm0ih8I/AAAAAAAAAYM/Zn6M_2Jx7h8/s320/P1170188.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sKJ29g524P4/ST_RYU78xVI/AAAAAAAAAYE/hDwphmQXzQI/s1600-h/P1170186.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278167504168731986" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sKJ29g524P4/ST_RYU78xVI/AAAAAAAAAYE/hDwphmQXzQI/s320/P1170186.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;GRAH! BBQ BBQ BBQ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;too darn lazy to blog i guess. gotta wait till im in the mood yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Once i listened to the song on my blog i dont know but i just felt like blogging about the bbq just so i dont forget about it.. weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyhoo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Starting of the day.. i think i came late. heh. i met becks and ben in the ntuc up in pp trying to buy the water ballooons. but we went downstairs instead to that stationary shop. woo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then we took a bus to the shopping center. i forgot whats ze name is.. i think its e hub or something. we went to get movie tickets for .. whats that super dog's name again.. dash? ( checks internet) ah its bolt. blar. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhoo we went to the hot dog place to grab some food. Ben had a hot dog. becks had a hot doggie. and i had a chilli hot dog with chilli friends. heh when the cashier asked me if i wanted chilli ketchup to go with it and i said. then im gonna need lots of water heh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyhoo it was'nt as hot as i thought. it was hot at all. just some garlic in meat. meh. okay we were sitting at the window seat were we could see the ferris wheel.. when we were eatting some kids were on the ride. and were watching us eat. .. so i was like playing funny faces with them and becks was laughing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;heh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;okay then we were walking around for an hour and met up with ziyi and the others at cheers. so i passed them the heavy brownies and we went to watch the show. the show was pretty good i guess. but somehow it was'nt as exciting as i thought. i was like. wth most of the time and laughing like when the dog hit the car and the car flew up.. lols. then i love the part where the dog is doing the " heat vision " at the dog catcher's door lock heh. so cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyhoo after the movie we went to help agnus collect some book from some guy .. apparently he has some bad mojo with becks so me and her went to hiding while ben collected the books... i never seen the guy before and he was like HUGE. no way im gonna collect the books. anyways he saw becks but dinna care so we went back to the bbq. .. was okay at first. nth to eat yet. i cant name everyone cuz.. okay lah even after a year my memory is shot out. heh. so i went to make water balloons by my self.. so sad. went when it was still bright and came back with my feet bleeding cuz of some poky part of my shoe. and a arm ful of water balloons. then they told me to go with aloy to buy some materials.. sigh. when i came back arh they play with the water balloons already.. wth. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at least i got to throw one at becky first. meh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OOkay when i came back with aloy i made more water balloons with him at the toilets and wa liao it was hell. my fingers hurt. the balloons kept bursting under the pressure of one another.. and the plastic handles kept tearing. one part when we were walking from the wild wild wet bbq chalets area toilet to the escape theme park outside de enterance to go into the park. the whole thing tore and so many waterballoons bounced away and poped.. lols me and aloy were like cursing. so we got back with less than half so i was like pissed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i came back&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i dropped them all&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;picked one up. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and started throwing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;well before that becky dumped icewater into my shirt with someone so i was shouting WAIT LAH I HAVN'T TOOK OUT MY PHONE YET. any hoo i started throwing at ppl. i got to wet gid later and he tried to throw charcoal on me and since he could'nt catch me he put it in my new jacket.. bastard.&lt;br /&gt;Ookay then i was starving by then so i took some lighter fluid i bought just now i try to rekindle the fire.. bad news. it did'nt work. meh. so i pratically starved..&lt;br /&gt;here i'll put some photos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ps oh yeah thers one part where i went to get supplies again with hui ning and some other girl. (SORRY ) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; then we walked to the toilets so i can wash my shoes. aww they followed me all the way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then again i guess its to stop me going ouch ouch ouch and complaining lols. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;okay when we were at the toilets . i walked round the back to the tap. there was a cute cat in the way. white with black around one ear to eye. so cute.  Even if i was allergic to the cats. i was scratching its ears... then its head.. then its neck.. it liked me cuz it was rubbing its self round my legs so i crouched to pat it more. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then .. the cat crawled up onto my lap.. the girls were laughing and i was panicking. i was like.. arh help me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so i was leaning against the wall with a cat on my lap.. it was very uncomfortable so i was starting to fall on to the floor slowly lols.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then it was almost comical as i soon was lying on the floor with a cat on my stomach.. sleeping..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i was there for like 10 mins talking to the girls. telling them to get it off me but hui ning was too scared and the other guy dinna wanna go near the cat.. so i tried to push the cat off me.. it bit me .. ouch. swelled later, ( im allergic remember ) then i just stood up .. washed my feet. put on my shoes.. and kicked the cat. lols. just a simple nudge..! ^^ bye now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6379253621346768989-6061667141793594446?l=rainingdaysarechanging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6379253621346768989/posts/default/6061667141793594446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6379253621346768989/posts/default/6061667141793594446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rainingdaysarechanging.blogspot.com/2008/12/bbq.html' title='BBQ'/><author><name>rainingdaysareachanging</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16155351587945314073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sKJ29g524P4/ST_Ve4S2fRI/AAAAAAAAAZM/FuRwu2eFXkI/s72-c/P1170250.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6379253621346768989.post-1280855286412426002</id><published>2008-12-02T16:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T17:24:10.491+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tis a day.</title><content type='html'>Hullo people,&lt;br /&gt;Again as per normal i shall rant in the beginning about how i always have so little readers,&lt;br /&gt;Not that i want to be answered thank you very much, so just " Stick It In Yer Ear " and be done with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo skipping that part i'll give you all a update so far,&lt;br /&gt;The holiday has started, i forgot to mention.&lt;br /&gt;I've been having weird dreams as pointed out by jasmine that they are indeed WEIRD.&lt;br /&gt;thank you very much.&lt;br /&gt;And i've just seen my dad today. Not too good.&lt;br /&gt;Christmas is coming, those who dunno, you've been under a rock or something? For those who do, please get presents for everyone. As fer me, I dont give , I get. Thats a flaw. However I do give When i Get. So thus i'll be getting presents for becky. I dont know what present she has gotten me but i guess i like supprises. Take note.&lt;br /&gt;Then again i'll be organising bowling outtings and a chalet around next week i hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now to go into details.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weird dreams. Or more like nightmares i shall add. I have fears, therefore i am human. However i'll pointout that human is different from humane so i am only the former. heheh.&lt;br /&gt;Moving on, My nightmares show every single thing im scared of.&lt;br /&gt; My family arguing,&lt;br /&gt; me wounded to blood point.&lt;br /&gt;Me being heart broken .&lt;br /&gt; Me being pursued by a individual strong and powerful that i cant hide, only to keep running.&lt;br /&gt;Me dying.&lt;br /&gt;Happy people sad.&lt;br /&gt;and then thers when i am... Not me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the nightmares so weirdly happened one night after another.&lt;br /&gt;So it was very scary that i did'nt dare sleep. how ever i did make it.&lt;br /&gt;First night, i dreamt i was in a white clothing store. everything is white. the sky outside. the people are wearing white clothing. the stores have white wall paper , furniture etc.&lt;br /&gt;Then i saw my dad and mum arguing in white clothing about something. All i heard was heated voices.&lt;br /&gt;I saw my dad Showing the scar on his chest . i was transfixed in fear at a spot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd night. I dreamt i was in some town beside a forest. I was in a house. Flander's house in the simpsons shows. He was 3-D and was packing some stuff. he looked sad/ depressed. I took a bottle of whiskey or something and started drinking etc. then everything blured and i was in a torture chamber. I was yelled at and asked about things i did'nt know. I had blood all over. I was'nt in pain. And a guy took a chopper and chopped my toes off..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third night. i think. I was with a girl. I dont know. we were in centeral shopping center. but the inside looked like the novena shopping sports center. then i think we were in love, i still cant remember how she looked like. then the image shifted to a loading and unloading center of some shopping center. goods were being moved everywhere. There were alot of people blocking us. I could'nt find her and vice versa. We were then seperated .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;forth night... This is a 3 in one.. i Dreamed i was daniel craig in the 007 show and i was escorting a group of 4 at night.... a woman a preist. a man. and a boy. we were going somewhere and i was holding a m14. Then when i was in this warehouse area. i found out one had to be left behind so i asked who was going to be left behind . the preist started saying how hes dying etc. so i shot him in the face and we moved off. Then we were outside in a court yard lit by spot lights. Suddenly a giant robot that looks like the bad robot in robocop rose out of the ground and came after us..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd part i was celebrating my friend's party in some shopping center. a macdonalds in some office building.. then we were changing venue so i was walking to the glass doors with my mum and a friend. then a large old man walked towards me and asked me to come with him. i said okay and i followed him. he led me into a office area like a maze with walls. those of those office cubicles . the fuzzy walls. then i followed him into a cubicle and he locked me in. he was outside doing some stuff. I somehow knew this was going to happen so i was still trying to escape. I kicked the door but it was tight. then i had to climb and balance around on the walls of the cubicles. Being aware of the old man. Somehow i felt scared of him and cause he was so large and muscled. then i was at the side of the office where there are computers and i threw a ibm monitor out the window and escaped by climbing down the fire escape. but the old man was on top of me and i tried running away as he was right behind me.. then i woke up. cant remember last part....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night no weird dreams. I dunno why. i dreamt of my friend and my dad.sigh. i kept thinking something bad was gonna happen.. aarg. Crap its 5.23 and i got tution at 5.30. gotta go now. maybe i'll find something more interesting next time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6379253621346768989-1280855286412426002?l=rainingdaysarechanging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6379253621346768989/posts/default/1280855286412426002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6379253621346768989/posts/default/1280855286412426002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rainingdaysarechanging.blogspot.com/2008/12/tis-day.html' title='Tis a day.'/><author><name>rainingdaysareachanging</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16155351587945314073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6379253621346768989.post-6274673288462594529</id><published>2008-11-24T03:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T03:53:42.379+08:00</updated><title type='text'>postity post</title><content type='html'>Heya people.. Seriously i wonder who even looks at my blog without me asking them to..&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, its 3.37 am. currently .. Its quiet. its. lonely. my mum's snoring.. and i have stuff on my mind..&lt;br /&gt;ohh yeah i gotta let them out... im listening to a sad song so im uh. kinda thinking. crap, junk, shit. crud.&lt;br /&gt;you get my point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess i better update you people on events of my boring life so far.&lt;br /&gt;Few days ago, i cant really remember when, i went out to buy some clothing at bugis with 150 bucks, i got bec to get off his lazy arse to meet me there. I reached 4 sharp. i walked around for hours and he eventually reached at 6. apparently he went to tiong bahru plaza.... even if i told him to meet me at bugis but ah well.&lt;br /&gt;Since he took so darn freakkin long. I took the liberaty to buy the clothing myself. I went to the 77th street shop in bugis and bought a nice shirt and fitting jeans. not skinnys and not loose. just nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The store helper was uh.. helpful.. and kinda funny. cuz i dont really go buy my own clothing.. and its been a while so i dunno my measurements etc.  so  i had to try on the pants and clothing .. heh. It was quite funny trying to talk to her cause she spoke chinese to me while i spoke half chinese and half english and as you all know... my chinese is kinda funny. in a funny sorta way. so heh it was hilarious and i could'nt help but to chukle here and there. anyways it was funny to get my clothing. cuz my pants were like, one of the smallest sizes.. and the rest were just damn loose.. or too tight at the you-know-where..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then when it came to my shirt, the woman was all to herself choosing here and there and like pressing it against me to my bilwiderment. I sooo need a girl to help me.. anyhoo lots of shirts were not to my liking so i was like trying everything. then there was this shirt one model was wearing. he was buff so it looked nice. i asked the lady if i could try it on and she sighed and said yes... cuz she like said it wont fit me cuz the shirt size is like large.. then when i wore it . to my amazement i could fit it on quite well... so the lady was like squeezing my arms and sholders saying " wah zhen de you rou arh" means wah really got muscle arh to you non chinese ppl.  so i was like. happy i got a nice match so i bought my crap and met bec. we ate octopus balls and walked about in the games room. heh i kicked his ass in the hammer of strength thingie. till now hes smitten about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo we went to marina square to get my contact lens and glasses. well there were some difficulties on the way. and he accidentally sent me to marina bay... lols. man was he angry. i was like walking out of the mrt to the open field and was like. wahhh look at the scenery so nice.. then snapping photos while he was like looking at me and talking to his bro. then i was like, hmm okay how do we get there. then he said. where? i said, the shopping center. lols man you should see the look on his face. and oh yeah i accidentally smacked a construction worker's face when i was yawning... so .. SORRY dude..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhoo i got my contacts now and its kinda weird, considering if i should order them cuz i still have trail. and my new glasses are like.. glasses.. no biggie deall... meh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay today. my mum and i met a family friend family thingie. eugene and yeo han " i think and we ate dinner. and my mum chatted till 2 am leaving me bored and thus annoying eugene and yeo han" i think.  so anyways i was even playing with their hamster.. which has like. MONSTER BALLLS. bwahhahahah. seriously. each balls are as big as grapes and i'll post the photos next day. man.. funny sia. i kept poking it and eugene was liike. STOP POKING IT. AND  i was like. MAN he must be popular with the ladies, having such BIG. and HAIRY balls. yeah and she was laughing. then i tried squeezing them and she kept telling me off. but seriously its cute... how...he ... drags.. it around.. LOLS..... I'LL POST PHOTOS. . SEE YA GUYS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW I'LL BE ORGANIZING CHALET OR SOMETHIGN WITH SUFYAN AND A BOWLING OUTING. SO KEEP POSTED TO MY BLOG OR MSN FOR DETAILS.ty&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6379253621346768989-6274673288462594529?l=rainingdaysarechanging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6379253621346768989/posts/default/6274673288462594529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6379253621346768989/posts/default/6274673288462594529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rainingdaysarechanging.blogspot.com/2008/11/postity-post.html' title='postity post'/><author><name>rainingdaysareachanging</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16155351587945314073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6379253621346768989.post-7917153652218051331</id><published>2008-11-16T10:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T10:30:15.122+08:00</updated><title type='text'>time travel</title><content type='html'>Well... i come to you, with different feels than i had, 24 hours ago.&lt;br /&gt;I was in love, truly, then it just had to be snatched away from under my nose,&lt;br /&gt;"you" knew what will happen, "you" wanted to see, "you did it on purpose, with hateful glee.&lt;br /&gt;I dont know why you did it, no one knows, maybe your dont respect yourself, my friend says,&lt;br /&gt;you've gone through a lot, i defended you, ( i still dont know why i did that but) my friend said let her be,&lt;br /&gt;i said i cant, she asked why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know not why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you played with my feelings, left me torn and hurt, what should i feel i dont know,&lt;br /&gt;my eyes water but not a tear is shed.&lt;br /&gt;Let me be, she said,&lt;br /&gt;Im guessing monday's off i asked?&lt;br /&gt;no reply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feelings are hurtful, is'nt it easier to have none?&lt;br /&gt;All i have is&lt;br /&gt;Pity: for thy soul&lt;br /&gt;Anger: for the others&lt;br /&gt;Sadness: for the world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have not hope, i have not love, i have not happiness, and i have not sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of my friends whom understands this post, please dont let it out.&lt;br /&gt;For those of my friends who know not what i say and are curious, if you think i'll let you know, we'll see what you can sow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6379253621346768989-7917153652218051331?l=rainingdaysarechanging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6379253621346768989/posts/default/7917153652218051331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6379253621346768989/posts/default/7917153652218051331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rainingdaysarechanging.blogspot.com/2008/11/time-travel.html' title='time travel'/><author><name>rainingdaysareachanging</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16155351587945314073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6379253621346768989.post-2151834144276105237</id><published>2008-11-14T21:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T23:19:31.954+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A day to remember</title><content type='html'>Hehe, todays a special day, but i'll talk about it at the end.&lt;br /&gt;So today was the last day of school, oh yeah i forgot about that, somehow it does'nt feel like that..&lt;br /&gt;Hardly anyone came school, no one wanted to enjoy school one last time,&lt;br /&gt;until we are called in next week of course.&lt;br /&gt;Heh,&lt;br /&gt;anyhoo, today we had a assembly in the morning.. and it was very... weird&lt;br /&gt;its cause mrs koh is leaving and there was the weird montage thingy .. about how everyone's missing them and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;Mushy and weird, i think i'll miss her though,&lt;br /&gt;meh,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that was area cleaning! lols&lt;br /&gt;Messy dirty dusty sooty blackie..( no offence to some of you)&lt;br /&gt;me and becks was sweeping the floor, usually i'd mop but ena and hannah took the bucket... in scary manners.&lt;br /&gt;lets just say lots of screaming and yelling involved.&lt;br /&gt;anyhoo the whole class had to wait for them to get back so we could use the water to clean with our rags.&lt;br /&gt;I was laughign cause hannah and ena were complaining about it and stuff. lols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then i finally mopped a little.. oh yeah before that, when i was helping becky with the dustpan, leon joseph and yunran kept playing heart attack, so i was drawn to it lols, i won 2 times out of 3. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then. i managed to mop,,, mop mop mop,&lt;br /&gt;halfway, suddenly someone whipped me with some cloth, turned around i saw hannah whipping people lols. then i was like yelling, HANNAH! then she kept whipping and i kept chasing her with the mop... sorry jon. lols.&lt;br /&gt;anyways after that i was like walking around with becky with nothing to do, so i had the mop with me and to interest me, i chased her with the mop, BWAHAHA.. funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then after school, went to pp with the guys and back to school for ncc. wa liaos part a only 7 ppl came i think. part b had more but i dinna remember, was fun, played some games. did some excersize..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so thats all folks, see ya soon&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6379253621346768989-2151834144276105237?l=rainingdaysarechanging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6379253621346768989/posts/default/2151834144276105237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6379253621346768989/posts/default/2151834144276105237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rainingdaysarechanging.blogspot.com/2008/11/day-to-remember.html' title='A day to remember'/><author><name>rainingdaysareachanging</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16155351587945314073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6379253621346768989.post-2571183255703355586</id><published>2008-11-12T16:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T16:33:55.907+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SHooting!</title><content type='html'>Bwahaha, sorry arh i always blog stupid things and forget to blog important events till two day later...&lt;br /&gt;but of course thats why today im gonna blog about...&lt;br /&gt;MONDAYS' SHOOTING! bwahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets just say, its really an experience.&lt;br /&gt;I put everything i learnt about the rifle to use. On how to handle it.&lt;br /&gt;11.00 when we got to the canteen, we all changed before getting organized.&lt;br /&gt;Then we went up the bus,&lt;br /&gt;then an hour later we reached the camp!&lt;br /&gt;Everyone fall asleep on the bus lols..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the camp, the bus dropped us off at the firing range in it. That way we have less to walk! yay!&lt;br /&gt;After pulling our sleeves down to long four. We got into the special briefing area with wooden benches and a white board with a large shelter over head. Shiny coverings can be seen underneath, probally to keep us cool i thought.At the other end of the shelter, there was the ammunition area and the targets. Not far from us, the storage room, I know this because of the large number of wooden frames holding the targets and targets stored inside, outside at a spot, there were a stack of sand bags.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;beind the complexs, there was the firing range, by then, other schools already came and had already started their tests. the noise was incredibly loud, we wer'nt wearing ear plugs then because we had to listen to instructions and commands. After we were briefed, we collected our helmets, our ammuntion and went to our posts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first we were supposed to be the assistants for the shooters in front of us, (the cadets from other schools)&lt;br /&gt;Then, we had to echo commands and help the fires with AIs and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh at one part, when the shooting just started, we all put on our ear plugs and watched. We had to crouch of course.  Suddenly i heard tink tink tinkk ki kik ki.. i looked to my left. between me and jinchen, the shooter was firing and his empty shells were landing between us. Of course i know at this time it can be really hot so i did'nt dare touch them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon later, it was our turn, we went up to get into our positions, lock and ready , and listened to instructions, when i first fired. the massive recoil snapped into my shoulder cavity and shocked me, its like having someone kick it, then the noise took my concentration, it was so loud that i could'nt hear anything for a minuite, or maybe that was the ear plugs.. Anyhoo, that was'nt the worst part, the worst was the puff of gunpower smoke that went into my face, I coughed and gagged while i continued shooting. My helmet was pushing down my spectacles and the rain had made them fogged up, i could'nt see anything at all, in the end i had a 2/10 for my shooting test... T.T" not a word..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, kannah sai have to wait long time for the bus to come, so luck at one time a uncle driving those mini food trucks drove into the camp and we bought alot of food. A few hours later at 5. the bus finally came, we took a pledge to not take any ammunition or magazines out of the camp and was scanned by metal detectors before boarding the bus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man that was a fun and interesting experience.^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6379253621346768989-2571183255703355586?l=rainingdaysarechanging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6379253621346768989/posts/default/2571183255703355586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6379253621346768989/posts/default/2571183255703355586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rainingdaysarechanging.blogspot.com/2008/11/shooting.html' title='SHooting!'/><author><name>rainingdaysareachanging</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16155351587945314073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6379253621346768989.post-3200696283630236774</id><published>2008-11-11T18:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T18:53:01.984+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I got a pocket, got a pocketful of sunshineI got a love and I know that it's all mine, oh, oh oh oh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Do what you want but you're never gonna break meSticks and stones are never gonna shake me, oh, oh oh oh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Take me away, a secret place&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A sweet escape, take me away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Take me away to better days&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Take me away, a hiding place&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I got a pocket, got a pocketful of sunshineI got a love and I know that it's all mine, oh, oh oh oh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Do what you want but you're never gonna break me sticks and stones are never gonna shake me, oh, oh oh oh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I got a pocket, got a pocketful of sunshineI got a love and I know that it's all mine, oh, oh oh oh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wish that you could but you ain't gonna own me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Do anything you can to control me, oh, oh no&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Take me away, a secret place&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A sweet escape, take me away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Take me away to better days&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Take me away, a hiding place&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There's a place that I go that nobody knows&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Where the rivers flow and I call it home&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And there's no more lies in the darkness there's lightAnd nobody cries, there's only butterflies&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Take me away, a secret place&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A sweet escape, take me away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Take me away to better days&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Take me away, a hiding place&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Take me away, a secret place&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A sweet escape, take me away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Take me away to better days&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Take me away, a hiding place&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Take me away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(I got a pocket, got a pocketful of sunshine)A secret place(I got a love and I know that it's all mine)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To better days take me away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Take me away(I got a pocket, got a pocketful of sunshine)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A secret place(I got a love and I know that it's all mine)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Take me away, a hiding place&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The sun is on my side and takes me for a ride&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I smile up to the sky, I know I'll be alright&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The sun is on my side and takes me for a ride&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I smile up to the sky, I know I'll be alright&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6379253621346768989-3200696283630236774?l=rainingdaysarechanging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6379253621346768989/posts/default/3200696283630236774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6379253621346768989/posts/default/3200696283630236774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rainingdaysarechanging.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-got-pocket-got-pocketful-of-sunshinei.html' title=''/><author><name>rainingdaysareachanging</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16155351587945314073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6379253621346768989.post-1008899732150851759</id><published>2008-11-09T22:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T23:12:38.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NTh to do</title><content type='html'>Ahem, I have absolutely nothing to blog about, except my interesting yet not so interesting day yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simple day, simply because I played my normal games and my friends came over as normal as it could be, so here goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.05pm . JinChen , Vincent and his girlfriend came my house. I had to set up the ps3 for them to play rockband and they interuppted my footmen frenzy game on warcraft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, vinny and I played rockband while jinchen ate his porriage and vin's girlfriend watched. Vincent sucked some times and kept cursing in a funny way and made me and noticibly his girlfriend laugh.&lt;br /&gt;He played drumms while i played guitar. During that time the air was still nervous, especially this is the first time I had seen vincent's girlfriend and i did'nt know what to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, after we played some games. Vinny had to send his girlfriend back home by mrt I think so i guess he walked her there, and jinchen and i played rockband .&lt;br /&gt;We played until jinchen got bored and he wanted to play hero siege. So i created a server with him being the host and etc etc i was theback seat driver. lols. you get what i mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a while vince came back, i know this because of a loud BAM. the shelve carrying all my games fell over when he opened the door. apparently my mom moved it there due to the new furniture arrange ments. After picking them all up, we played games a while more before going to tiong bahru plaza for zha jiang mian. damn funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we went to the main road there and walked to the nearest bus stop, i told them i took a bus to tiong bahru plaza before, its true. apparently i did not know which bus to take so i thought all the buses will at least pass there. Then the funny thing happened. When we got on the bus, the bus turned to another direction, going to great world city. As the guys moved to the back, (they did not know this yet) i started to look  around a lot nervously. Jin chen looked at me and told vince in chinese" Get ready to beat him le. " Vince asked why. Jc replied, " If hes looking around alot like that while that smile on that face you know thers something wrong." Then jc asked if we were going the right way so i nervously told him no and started laughing like hell.. lols. man that was hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we got off at the next stop and we called for a cab, I had to pay.. then we arrived at Tiong Bahru Plaza moments later, had our dinner, theni bid them farewell as they went him by mrt. I then walked home and played games till the wee hours.. LOls mon that was a day well spent.. ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6379253621346768989-1008899732150851759?l=rainingdaysarechanging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6379253621346768989/posts/default/1008899732150851759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6379253621346768989/posts/default/1008899732150851759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rainingdaysarechanging.blogspot.com/2008/11/nth-to-do.html' title='NTh to do'/><author><name>rainingdaysareachanging</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16155351587945314073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6379253621346768989.post-3233192262738985857</id><published>2008-11-03T20:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T20:46:06.388+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DO DO day!</title><content type='html'>Oh gawds sorry people for like not bloggin for ... pretty much forever....&lt;br /&gt;I uh... blame my internet....heheh..?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo, how am I gonna say this, I pretty much missed a lot of crap, okay I guess i'll start with the two swimming outings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First outing, some where in sengkang, some swimming/excersize place thingy, anyhoo we all met in the morning, I think, and Gid was like late... for a pretty damn long. So we all sat out side the mrt barrier wall near opposite the 7-11 in Seng Kang compasspoint there waiting for him...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Colin brought his tennis ball... Gawds not again. okay and I was totally obsessed with it... Well trying to do cool tricks. Some worked, some failed. Somehow, most of the flying balls seem to fly to Joshua's balls? Ball magnet that guy. Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was bouncing the ball on the floor, I guess I bounced it too hard cause when it hit the celing, it bounced off and flew to Joshua. Yeah he was pissed but he understood a mistake so he let me off. hehe. Then 2nd time was when I was trying to bounce the ball while swinging my hand around it when its in mid-air. Then my hand smacked it .... into Joshua's balls again... Lols he was pissed but course I said it as an accident.. Then later. I was bouncing it again and this time it bounced off my foot... into his balls..&lt;br /&gt;By now everyone was already noticing this so they all laughed while Joshua chased me around for a while... Lols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later when we were outside the swimming complex, Colin, Josh n Gid went to play with some Guys at some basketball courts opposite the road of the swimming complex, Course the game went well but there was one guy... damn annoying, needless to say he pissed Colin off and we all thought we were in for a fight after swimming...(uh oh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woo yeah swimming was fun, kinda so i'll shorten it, we went on the different slides many times trying to do monkey stuff like getting "stuck" and we swam laps while I tried to teach the guys the star-fish float , tis a float you do using as little energy as possible when you're in trouble or very tired. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways after swimming we went to compasspoint while trying to get the background info of that Guy, with Someone's help we managed to find it. We went compass to eat chicken at kentucky and went to arcade to play, WOo yeah i kick ass on air hockey. lols, when i was playing apparently colin told me that guy appologised to him , I did'nt give the matter a 2nd thought. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@nd swimming outing. met same place like 11am... went BACK to outram...(pissed off) then to bouana vista there to go to the swimming complex which apparently has the Tallest slides. DAmn it was long , i was pretty bored.&lt;br /&gt;we got there, looked at chicks, got 3 floats, (i paid , only some paid me) and enjoyed the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh theres this funny part where we laid down by the outer rings of the swimming pool to sun tan. Man, we laid there for half an hour man... We were all tanned black, lols, kidding, but currently im skinning on my shoulders and OUCH it hurt to bathe. In my normal hot water lols. Alright then after swimming we went to bugis to get some clothes and then to Venus to play Lan. ( THE LAN SHOP NOT THE PLANET)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heh. I cant really remember much about the few days, so i'll talk about today. I'll name it after the name of this post...DOO-DOO DAY! aaaaaaarg! damn day, Morning assembly mrs koh starting droning on some long speech so i went to take out my book. Then mr seah confisticated my book...T.T 2nd issue was during english becky and hannah sabo me. Throw the dunno wad rubber thingy, (thrown by becky) into my ear.. so i was like wth... and i took a piece and threw back at becky.. then mrs tan scold me and told me to go to the front. I was like freakking close to defending myself and getting Becks into trouble BUT that hannah said"BUT BECKY DINNA DO ANYTHING!" ... I cant belive ms tan bought it... does'nt she know FOR a reason People close to the accused in courts are NOT TO BE FREAKKING TRUSTED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i just bit my tounge, smacked my head and sat on a chair in front while im freakkin pissed.&lt;br /&gt;Show attitude whole day yay!&lt;br /&gt;then after school went to compass with jc. Then jc ask me go his house... then go school.. then ben beck and aggy took me with them... then big mistake ... rain half way.. kannah me and ben wet like shit on the way back. BEN the bastard threw my dnt sketch book into a muddy puddle while trying his shoelaces or something... ALL MY WORK IS SMUDCHED AND STUCK TOGETHER AND STUFF.! AAAAAAAAAAARG...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then got home. Gid and Aloy picked them at Tiong bahru plaza, went home played games for a while..&lt;br /&gt; met jc and zhi huan to tiong bharu plaza. lend jc 50 bucks and returned me enough so he now owes me 20 bucks. Then i got my mum to buy me ear sets. Ask Zhi Huan if you wanna know my methods of... Persuations ^^.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Done and done we came home and played till mad, ate dinner. then they went home leaving me with my computer and YAY im blogging like freakking finally omgosh i cant stop.... okay thats it im stopping... the ear peices are like damn tight eh.s&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, freakking bored. My exam like. only english and combined humans passed so.. i guess im staying back.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry everyone, teachers, parents... oh wait forget parents they dinna help. okay.. uh.. myself... me... I...lols. screw it man, im gonna enjoy myself until judgement day WHICH IS NEXT WEEK WEDNESDAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYE IM OFF TO PLAY WARCRAFT AND CSS&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6379253621346768989-3233192262738985857?l=rainingdaysarechanging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6379253621346768989/posts/default/3233192262738985857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6379253621346768989/posts/default/3233192262738985857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rainingdaysarechanging.blogspot.com/2008/11/do-do-day.html' title='DO DO day!'/><author><name>rainingdaysareachanging</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16155351587945314073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6379253621346768989.post-1422447970948235737</id><published>2008-10-18T19:12:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T11:38:55.578+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a day.</title><content type='html'>Tis a day,&lt;br /&gt;a freakking day.&lt;br /&gt;what do you wannna know.&lt;br /&gt;WEll everything! yeap thats why you're in my blog.&lt;br /&gt;tis either you have nothing to do, you have no life. or you are nosy about knowing who I am and what happens in my life.&lt;br /&gt;Well yeah im gonna tell you.&lt;br /&gt;im gonna tell you 2 days of my life.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday and today.&lt;br /&gt;You happy now? ... sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday:&lt;br /&gt;Tis a day of physics paper 2. It was hard. Real hard... Not hard enough for The Randolph however nono not hard enough.&lt;br /&gt;The Randolph was prepared~&lt;br /&gt;-.-&lt;br /&gt;he stared down the paper... he memorised the formulas. he was... prepared...&lt;br /&gt;Faster than the speed of light.&lt;br /&gt;he did his work and had enough time to check trough , unware of the the questions he left some unanswered.&lt;br /&gt;He simply did not entertain them... fascinating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after school he went to chem remedial with grudge, sitting with Liana the Vine Lady and Emelyne! the super winy.&lt;br /&gt;With The Randolph and Liana shaking the heads at Emelyne's expense most of the time, they got throught the torturing remedial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Randolph braved the rains under his sleeveless hoodie as he walked with Brenda See to Colin's block dropping her home on the way, yes he was very kind to the public.&lt;br /&gt;He changed out of his wet uniform into his wet hoodie thereby looking presentable enough to go places where people with uniform could'nt...The sinister games room....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay long story short i shall stop the stupid hero talking way cause first of all its triring and im seriously lazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went colin's house, we went to the bus stop . we went to compass point by bus 83. then we met with ena jon yeo and hannah after eatting at kfc zinger meals both of us.&lt;br /&gt;Then we took mrt to Plaza sing there playing on the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went there, at about 1.20 i think, i think only. when we got to the cinema we took the eagle eye movie we were waiting for to watch. We went in just to avoid half the commercials.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie is seriously nice, hell yeah. Need to seriously pay attention, and its kinda dizzy too. Just watch, fully reccomend.&lt;br /&gt;After that we went home , and i mean Colin and me. The rest went home, Then i got home , me and colin made badges until jin chen and the guys game...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That jinchen and vince brought two guys i dunno but cause they dunt wanna pai sei but in the end it got me in trouble so i scold people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long story short again we played rockband while colin watched funny japanese videos, will post them soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got dream this morning its kinda scary.&lt;br /&gt;Im in this dark ware house .&lt;br /&gt;At one end of the warehouse. the walls all have shelves and boxes.. Everywhere is dim, light lamps are hanging from the top. Some are flashing , i guess they are spoilt. Every where is seriously dark, but my eyes are geting adjusted.&lt;br /&gt;The walk ways are like in a grid systems...&lt;br /&gt;I was walking to a point at one of the corners of the walk ways, there were boxes scattered everywhere in these areas . i was getting a little scared now.  Suddenly i was shot painfully in my chest, as if i had been electricuted. I looked and there were a little blood. I noticed i was wearing black. It was a kinda of uniform.&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly i was holding a painball marker. ( gun) It was black. and sleek. I looked at the sharp shadow figures in front of me and i was shooting at themm I did not know why. Their heads where Sharp, like a dinosaur's. They had masks like the ben 10 the acclerate. I shot a few but more kept poping, I was moving fast and taking cover that everything was fuzzy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly i was joined by guys, i dont know but somehow i they felt like good friends, like, faceless team mates whom i had trust in, i could trust my life in, feeling warmth. I had a groups of people fighting around me, Seeing people shot made me sad, seeing the monsters shot gave me warmpth. Somehow i did'nt see any bodies. Only black masks on the floor. weird i thought as i hid between boxes. I was at the side of the corridoor then. every where i walked to i was getting shot and i managed to shoot back. Pain ripped at my sides as i gasped for breaths even as my friends helped, The worst was, Those who helped. Those who dragged me to a side to let me recover while the rest did covering fire. The one who dragged me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly turned away into a corner. I suddenly saw him when he was flown back. Shot by a red lighting. I belived that was what happened when you were shot. He simple bled and in a blink, all that was left was his mask. I ran about looking for help. Soon i felt lonely. Merciless. I resorted to puching and kicking even if the gun was what that can only kill them. I was getting even more tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly. The monsters stopped spawning, everyone cheered! I cheered too. I suddenly was directed to a remote corner. There was a dark haired slim emo looking girl, Pierced cheeks, Flawless skin, Skinny, Long dark hair. A really beautiful was otherwise, Like those cute emo nerds i guess. She was wearing a tight black shirt, She dinna looked to be wearing pants, I think it was a grey skinny. She was telling me about how she made some guns. I turned behind me to notice some sleek black and glowing green guns . She pointed out two espically made for me. It was seriously cool. They were help in a casing, But when i pulled it out and let it. The gun would fly back to the casing, but hover a few inches away. I though it was damn cool. I was seriously happy. I put both of the guns at the sides of my waist, Some how they stayed there firmly. The guns hovered at the sides. they were really light, But when i shot it, It some how was cool. ONe was shaped like a desert eagle. The other like the glock.&lt;br /&gt;The girl then passed me a nice jagged sabre. I'll draw it out later.&lt;br /&gt;She said, " 'ere, This'll help with them later." I said," Later?" I glupped, she stared at me and suddenly talked to some guy standing beside me, suddenly , another guy also talked to me, I never noticed he was beside he, He was like, a normal tanned handsome looking guy with a shaved head, He said in a deep voice, so, i heard you've been promoted to sarge. I was like, huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then by then my family was outside making noises so i woke up. Will draw the guns later, Seriously nice.&lt;br /&gt;Went for tution came back to novena then nearly got knocked by a car when smsing and walking across the road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scare me sia...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay im fine now thats what matters i gotta eat dinner and i gotta go now bye. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tis a day a day a day~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6379253621346768989-1422447970948235737?l=rainingdaysarechanging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6379253621346768989/posts/default/1422447970948235737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6379253621346768989/posts/default/1422447970948235737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rainingdaysarechanging.blogspot.com/2008/10/day.html' title='a day.'/><author><name>rainingdaysareachanging</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16155351587945314073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6379253621346768989.post-106725041188738904</id><published>2008-10-12T23:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T23:38:27.642+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick</title><content type='html'>Posting... here i am now. seriously sick . gonna sleep soon.&lt;br /&gt;args&lt;br /&gt;headache... runny nose. rub till bleed eh. gonna sleep . now bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6379253621346768989-106725041188738904?l=rainingdaysarechanging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6379253621346768989/posts/default/106725041188738904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6379253621346768989/posts/default/106725041188738904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rainingdaysarechanging.blogspot.com/2008/10/sick.html' title='Sick'/><author><name>rainingdaysareachanging</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16155351587945314073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6379253621346768989.post-793893245244492413</id><published>2008-10-12T16:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T16:39:58.892+08:00</updated><title type='text'>holy cow.!</title><content type='html'>Lols hey I just noticed. Hafizam's post and my previous post are exackly 12 hours different!...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6379253621346768989-793893245244492413?l=rainingdaysarechanging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6379253621346768989/posts/default/793893245244492413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6379253621346768989/posts/default/793893245244492413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rainingdaysarechanging.blogspot.com/2008/10/holy-cow_12.html' title='holy cow.!'/><author><name>rainingdaysareachanging</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16155351587945314073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6379253621346768989.post-876285265719929656</id><published>2008-10-12T13:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T13:04:56.954+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holy cow.</title><content type='html'>Lols.!&lt;br /&gt;Funny funny hafizam&lt;br /&gt;sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;Cute and popular.?&lt;br /&gt;ego issues lols.&lt;br /&gt;course true lah.! hes so cute.!&lt;br /&gt;anyways thanks hafizam. ! owe you a drink or two.!&lt;br /&gt;really made my blog freakking nice! wootsa!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6379253621346768989-876285265719929656?l=rainingdaysarechanging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6379253621346768989/posts/default/876285265719929656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6379253621346768989/posts/default/876285265719929656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rainingdaysarechanging.blogspot.com/2008/10/holy-cow.html' title='Holy cow.'/><author><name>rainingdaysareachanging</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16155351587945314073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6379253621346768989.post-6607162671131719536</id><published>2008-10-12T01:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T01:05:39.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ME ME ME!</title><content type='html'>Hello! Hafizam here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This blog has been fixed by me.&lt;br /&gt;Your one and only me!&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahahhahahahhahahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;You should thank me alot Randy!&lt;br /&gt;You owe me more than a pathetic drink luh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bbye!&lt;br /&gt;Signing out&lt;br /&gt;the popular and hot hafizam :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6379253621346768989-6607162671131719536?l=rainingdaysarechanging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6379253621346768989/posts/default/6607162671131719536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6379253621346768989/posts/default/6607162671131719536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rainingdaysarechanging.blogspot.com/2008/10/me-me-me.html' title='ME ME ME!'/><author><name>rainingdaysareachanging</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16155351587945314073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6379253621346768989.post-5712184966726497594</id><published>2008-10-03T19:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T19:24:38.455+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ads for my school.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hullo all and welcome tooo...(drumroll please) RANDOLPH'S BLOG HEHEHEHE... righto lame &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;anyhoo gots some news. apparently my school enlisted in some lame CIP education vid thingy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So we have to get most views on youtube etc... you get the idea . So my friends, who so coincidentally are all involved in the vid, have "convinced" me to advertise for them. Reguardless of my constant ..nos... With a few "convincings" later, I agreed. alrighty hers the url and please watch it ! for the sake of my safety please watc-.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DBG5MzVcYgo"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DBG5MzVcYgo&lt;/a&gt;#&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Randolph has been captured by the evil Infocomm people and here as his smart AI in his computer I shall finish up with his post. Apparently he has some post-its reminders on his desktop apparently reminding him to advertise for his "buttons" and "shirts".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I've been watching from the sidelines and I can say for one, the shirt website shall be postponed to when ever he can be "arsed" to do it. As for the buttons, there are as I can say so myself quite incomprehendable. Humans are to be far from my understandings as such "complex" creatures. As so, due to a interesting and fruitful survey I have taken from websites. "Buttons" are quite the trend among teen agers. Apparently he has been making custom buttons for anyone at the price of 1 inch for 1 dollar and 2 inch for 1 dollar fifty. My human owner has been preparing infomation. Such as " Design your own buttons" and " Have your button designed for you at your spefications" Thank you as I have finally conveyed the message he has so delicately planned. Please consider his sales please, hopefully he would finally have enough money to upgrade my hard drives.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;&gt; Log Out--&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6379253621346768989-5712184966726497594?l=rainingdaysarechanging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6379253621346768989/posts/default/5712184966726497594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6379253621346768989/posts/default/5712184966726497594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rainingdaysarechanging.blogspot.com/2008/10/ads-for-my-school.html' title='Ads for my school.'/><author><name>rainingdaysareachanging</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16155351587945314073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6379253621346768989.post-4257096649242992776</id><published>2008-09-26T16:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T17:24:03.005+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good day bad day.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today was .. how do i say. I horrible and yet. A great day. I would just say. Tis a day of extremes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Two important events happened today. I'll say it now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Morning, was just as normal as can be. I packed the sandwitch for my friend in my bag, ate my soft-boiled egg breakfast and drank my tea. I snatched my NCC bag , school bag and books before running my usual mental checklist.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I rushed my mom out the door while she fetched the umbrella, it was raining heavily.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was thinking as we got into the car, was it going to be a normal day. Somehow, I had a feeling something was going to happen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Something did happen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In the car I was happy, thinking how today was going to be great. I was finally going to play my paintball match I wished for so badly.&lt;br /&gt;I told you people what happened before, you can check my history of my blog for details. For now i'll talk about today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Everything was per normal, I was looking out the front wind screen, my mother was driving normally.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Suddenly, as the car just exited the first tunnle of the PIE express, we splashed into a huge puddle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My mother and I was in shock, the car was splashed and the vision was blocked completely. My mother did put the lessons she learnt to use. She broke slowly , but it was too late. The car was at the right side of the road at that time. Its auto-skid went into action as my mother tried to regain control. However the auto-skid caught her off guard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We smashed into the right barricade, the car jumped up. I felt the heavy weight of the car knock the barricade before jumping up . Everything was in slow-motion for a few seconds. My bags was floating, my mother was in shock and floating, I myself was in shock and floating too, my hands trying to grab anything to put me secure.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The car landed a few feet away, we were lucky, the car could have rolled over .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My mother was in shock but she managed to regain her senses , she immediately drove the car to the other tunnle where we parked at the left side in shelter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The front right side, the driver's side of the car, was smashed in. The head lights was'nt broken, but it was'nt working either. The metal was twisted in a way that it was digging into the tire, hence explaining the screeching sounds the car made when my mother drove the car to shelter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My mother was in shock, I pulled her out to safety before taking my bags out.&lt;br /&gt;We regained our calm before calling for help, a malay motorcyclist couple was watching from the sides.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We then hailed a taxi before my mother and I got in and headed for school. My mother did the nessary calls with my and the taxi driver's help. She returned to the scene after I reached my school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School was fine, as always. Somehow, everything was a blur for me. I was more reactive, a little in a bad mood and was shaking. I had to calm myself down before my friends could see me. I did'nt want to attract attention. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Later after recess, my mother called the school secetary to inform me that she was fine and had the company of a close family relative; Uncle Tommy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; More relaxed, I headed for my NCC training with new hope and happiness that i've lost before.&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say, I had enjoyed myself. My team was the first match, it was the part Cs vs the part Bs.&lt;br /&gt;My team included Aloysious, Hanif, Soo Yong and some other guy.. and of course me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was experienced in this as I had went to the range before and even studied paintball online. Guns are called Markers etc.. I knew how to hold the gun, I knew how to aim.. and most of all.. I knew how to win.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The rules were simple, first team to get the flag back to base wins. Flags are at the center of the map, filled with obstacles. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For the person to reach the flag, three bottles at the enemy team's side must be shot down first.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I did that..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I discussed tatics with my team mates and I volunteered to get the flag. If this was my first proper match. I wanted to enjoy it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Starting of the game. Both teams at each side of the map. Aloy was just talking about going into defensive mode first but just as I heard the whistle. I ran .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I ran to the cover near the middle of the map then started firing my gun at the enemy. I shot one.. two into a guy's chest before going into cover. If you're shot. you're supposed to raise your hands and run back to base before joining the game again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So I started firing again, it was easy needless to say. At one point of time I was wondering why my bullets were bouncing up before noticing I was pointing the barrel of the gun at my cover. Noticing my mistake, I aimed properly again , before shooting 2 of the 3 bottles.&lt;br /&gt;I enemy spotted me behind my cover and shot at me. I did'nt notice him at first.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Not until I got shot at the left side of my head. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The blow knocked my face to my right, disorriented at first, I cursed before firing at him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I shot him two times in the face before remembering I was supposed to run back to redeem myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;However seeing that no one saw my mistake, I continued shooting. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I shot another person before running out of ammo.&lt;br /&gt;I took this opportunity to sit behind my cover and rest. Enjoying this rare opportunity I had, my cover was being shot at. The ground around me was coloured, I was not done.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Some team mate of mine whom I did not reconise watched me and we both grinned under our visors at each other. Both of us had no ammo, I told him to fire blanks to scare the enemy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He and I did so. Suddenly I heard my sir yelling that my team had shot all the bottles down, which means it was my opportunity to make a grab for the flag. I did so.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I stood up rambo style and fired crazily, people ducked and my plan worked. I made a wild dash for the flag, leaping over cover and hiding behind the barrel that the my flag rested on. One of the spectators yelled to their team mates that I actually was out of ammo. So I quickly took the opportunity of their confusion to make a run for it. I grabbed the flag and with my supporters cheering me on. I jumped over cover over cover until I was safe at base. My team had won.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next few matches was revealed the part C's superioty over the part B's in combat. I was laughing my way to the bus and back home. I was a hero for a few minutes, and I enjoyed it. People were asking, who was that guy who was leaping over cover? He damn garang. Whos that guy who grabbed the flag? Mr Aw asked, I told that it was me and they was singing me and the few other heros' praises.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be organising more paint ball trips of course, all I need is fifty dollars from you and you can have 3 fun matches . Of course i'll be checking more info so please enquire from me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So this was pretty much a heck of a day, however I wish i don't have to experience the horrors again. Ever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6379253621346768989-4257096649242992776?l=rainingdaysarechanging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6379253621346768989/posts/default/4257096649242992776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6379253621346768989/posts/default/4257096649242992776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rainingdaysarechanging.blogspot.com/2008/09/good-day-bad-day.html' title='Good day bad day.'/><author><name>rainingdaysareachanging</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16155351587945314073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6379253621346768989.post-1847615091316639511</id><published>2008-08-29T19:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T19:07:49.947+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Randolph Files.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Randolph log. File 01.Date: 29-8-08Time: 6.22pmOccasion: Teacher's Day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was Teacher's day, I absent-mindedly worn my normal school uniform. It slipped my mind that I was supposed to wear my pe uniform for the day for the upcoming events. In school, there were a captain's ball competion between the house colours' teachers. It was an entertaining sight to behold while students cheered for their house colour. Later, when it started to drizzle,all the students evacuated to the classrooms to have a home period session. I helped to arrange and distribute the food that was given to us and later , organize the class so we can have games to last us until we were moved. At 10.30am , everyone in school was to be in the school hall. A concert was held and it was a memorable event .People kept cheering and fun games were held for both teachers and students. After the concert, it was time to go home. I went to punggol plaza with my classmate and friend Benjamin Koh. We walked around in punggol plaza before I met my mother and he left. My mom and I then ate our brunch at the pungol plaza food court before reaching home.&lt;br /&gt;End.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;This is a reflection my mom wants me to write everday. Omg im so gonna die. Damn. Anyways. peeps gonna come over on sunday so anyone who wants to come can just tell me. Thers a Endau Ropin trip next Tuesday night till Friday so i'll be tied down. Its gonna be fun so i suspect, I just cant wait ! ^^there'll be fun activities such as rafting etc. Gid and I will be bringing our psps. GOnna  need a lock box. lols!^^ cheerio. log out!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6379253621346768989-1847615091316639511?l=rainingdaysarechanging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6379253621346768989/posts/default/1847615091316639511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6379253621346768989/posts/default/1847615091316639511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rainingdaysarechanging.blogspot.com/2008/08/randolph-files.html' title='Randolph Files.'/><author><name>rainingdaysareachanging</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16155351587945314073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6379253621346768989.post-454168289988498131</id><published>2008-08-23T00:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T12:10:59.087+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237392436533444498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 84px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 81px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="90" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sKJ29g524P4/SK70rBDkv5I/AAAAAAAAAP8/YWGLoXu1G78/s320/....gif" width="116" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6379253621346768989-454168289988498131?l=rainingdaysarechanging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6379253621346768989/posts/default/454168289988498131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6379253621346768989/posts/default/454168289988498131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rainingdaysarechanging.blogspot.com/2008/08/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>rainingdaysareachanging</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16155351587945314073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sKJ29g524P4/SK70rBDkv5I/AAAAAAAAAP8/YWGLoXu1G78/s72-c/....gif' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6379253621346768989.post-4241092254553316737</id><published>2008-08-20T23:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T23:12:20.399+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Heres a little funny chain mail i got, not scary so dont run away or close the window. here.!^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; 60 things most girls dont know.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt; &gt; Guys hate sluts even though they have sex with them!&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; (oh yeah..you're not 'popular' if you've slept with more than 6 guys..you're a HOE)&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt; &gt; --'Hey, are you busy?' or 'Are you doing something?' ~ two phrases guys open with to stop from stammering on the phone.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt; &gt; --Guys may be flirting around all day but before they go to sleep, they always think about the girl they truly care about&lt;br /&gt;.&gt; &gt;&gt; &gt; --Before they call, guys try to plan out a little about what they're gonna say so there aren't awkward pauses, but once he's on the phone he forgets it all and makes it up as he goes.**&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt; &gt; --Guys go crazy over a girl's smile.**&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt; &gt; --Guys don't like to share their problems but they like to hear.**&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt; &gt; --Guys will do anything just to get you to notice him.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt; &gt; --Guys hate it when you talk about your ex-boyfriend or ex love-interest. Unless they're goin for the let-her-complain-to-you-and-then-have-her-realize-how-wonderful-and-nice-you-are method.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt; &gt; --A guy who likes you wants to be the only guy you talk to.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt; &gt; --Boyfriends need to be reassured often that they're still loved.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt; &gt; --Don't talk about your guy friends to your boyfriend.**&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt; &gt; --Guys get jealous easily.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt; &gt; --Guys are more emotional than they'd like people to think&lt;br /&gt;.&gt; &gt;&gt; &gt; --Giving a guy a hanging message like 'You know what?!..uh...nevermind..' would make him jump to a conclusion that is far from what you are thinking. And he'll assume he did something wrong and he'll obsess about it trying to figure it out.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt; &gt; --Guys are good flatterers when courting but they usually stammer when they talk to a girl they really like.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt; &gt; --Guys hate asking parents for money to buy girls presents. So they come up with ideas like saving their lunch money for a week. But it never works because guys are always hungry so they end up asking the parents for money anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt; &gt; --Girls are guys' weaknesses.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt; &gt; --Guys are very open about themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt; &gt; --It's good to test a guy first before you trust him. But don't let him wait too long.**&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt; &gt; --Your best friend, whom your boyfriend seeks help from about his problems with you may end up being admired by your boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt; &gt; --If a guy tells you about his problems, he just needs someone to listen to him. You don't need to give advice.**&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt; &gt; --A usual act that proves that the guy likes you is when he teases you.**&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt; &gt; --Guys love you more than you love them if they are serious in your relationships.**&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt; &gt; --Guys will brag about anything.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt; &gt; --Guys use words like hot or cute to describe girls. We rarely use beautiful.If a guy uses that, he likes you a whole hell of a lot&lt;br /&gt;.&gt; &gt;&gt; &gt; --No matter how much guys talk about asses and boobs, personality is key.**&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt; &gt; --Guys learn from experience not from the romance books that girls read and take as their basis of experience.**&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt; &gt; --Guys worry about the thin line between being compassionate and being whipped.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt; &gt; --Guys think WAY too much. One small thing a girl does, even if she doesn't notice it can make the guy think about it for hours, trying to figure out what it meant.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt; &gt; --Guys seek for advice from girls not other guys. Because most guys think alike, if one guy's confused, we're all confused.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt; &gt; --Any guy could write out a rulebook or advice book for flirting, but no guy can write out a book about relationships.**&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt; &gt; --Try to be as straightforward as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt; &gt; --If the guy does something stupid in front of the girl, he will think about it for the next couple days or until the next time he spends time with the girl.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt; &gt;&gt; &gt; --If a guy looks unusually calm and laid back, he's probably faking it and is spazzing inside.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt; &gt; --When a guy says he is going crazy about the girl, he really is. Guys rarely say that.**&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt; &gt; --When a guy asks you to leave him alone, he's just actually saying, 'Please come and listen to me.'&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt; &gt; --Guys don't really have final decisions&lt;br /&gt;.&gt; &gt;&gt; &gt; --If a guy starts to talk seriously, listen to him. It doesn't happen that often, so when it does, you know something's up.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt; &gt; --If your best guy friend seems to avoid you or is never around when you're with your boyfriend, he's probably jealous and likes you.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt; &gt; --When a guy tells you that you are beautiful, don't say you aren't. It makes them want to stop telling you because they don't want you to disagree with them.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt; &gt; --When a guy looks at you for longer than a second, he's definitely thinking something.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt; &gt; --Guys like femininity not feebleness.**&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &gt;&gt; &gt; --Guys don't like girls who punch harder than they do.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt; &gt; --A guy has more problems than you can see with your naked eyes.**&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt; &gt; --Don't be a snob. Guys can be intimidated and give up easily.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt; &gt; --Everything in moderation. Put on makeup, wear perfume. Just not too much.**&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt; &gt; --Guys talk about girls more than girls talk about guys.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt; &gt; --Guys hate rejection, but they hate being led on even more.**&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt; &gt; --If you are going to reject a guy, just do it. Don't say they are like a brother or just good friends, it just hurts even more. Tell them that you aren't interested in a relationship and they will respect you.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt; &gt; --Guys really think that girls are strange and have unpredictable decisions and are MAD confusing but somehow are drawn even more to them&lt;br /&gt;.&gt; &gt;&gt; &gt; --A guy would give his left nut to be able to read a girl's mind for a day&lt;br /&gt;.&gt; &gt;&gt; &gt; --No guy can handle all his problems on his own. He's just too stubborn to admit it.**&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt; &gt; --Not all guys are assholes. Just because ONE is a jackass doesnt mean he represents ALL of us.**&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt; &gt; --We don't like girls who are too skinny.**&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt; &gt; --We love it when girls talk about there boobs.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt; &gt; --Always make sure you know what kind of stuff your getting into before making out with a guy ...like wheather it's a one time deal or not ....&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt; &gt; --Believe it or not shy guys are the most easiest to talk to..it may not seem right but trust me they will start opening up like books after you just ask them questions about their lives and unoticable tell them about yours...&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt; &gt; --When a guy hits your butt it means that he wants you sexually&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt; &gt; --Even if they refuse it all guys are ticklish on the ribs..&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; --Guys love neck rubs and if he lets you keep doing it ..it means that he really likes you or his neck really hurts... --Guys will test the waters to see how far they can get with you. Even if he doesn't intend to it will happen. Know how far it is you want to let him go and he will respect that...after you let him know a couple times. --When a guy sacrifices his sleep and health just to be with you, he really likes you and wants to be with you as much as possible.&lt;br /&gt;**important&lt;br /&gt;******Girls, if u don't repost this within 1 hr then you will lose the guy of your life&lt;br /&gt;******Guys if you don't repost this in one hr then you will lose the girl of your life.&lt;br /&gt;post this as: 60 things most girls don't know..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dont do it. haha. seriously i can vouchfor many guys thats its true. ty . read up&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6379253621346768989-4241092254553316737?l=rainingdaysarechanging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6379253621346768989/posts/default/4241092254553316737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6379253621346768989/posts/default/4241092254553316737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rainingdaysarechanging.blogspot.com/2008/08/heres-little-funny-chain-mail-i-got-not.html' title=''/><author><name>rainingdaysareachanging</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16155351587945314073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6379253621346768989.post-5895880494275870174</id><published>2008-08-14T23:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T23:40:58.255+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What to say arhgs.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;lols whats there to say.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;These few days area bore. nothing much happened.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;OH YEAH.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yesterday i went out with my cadets part a and some part bs  to some ang mor kio hospital.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i reach there le. I froze at the enterance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;this. was the hospital where my Grandpa died. . . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So everyone see me with my jaw agape and staring at the sign boards .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Course their wondering what im doing. so later i only told some guys. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hahas. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;there got alot of old folks. All the chinese and malays dont understand a bit of english. so we were &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;thinking what to do with the play/skit that the cadets thought of. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So the sirs got some people who can speak malay (nasim) and hokkien (jing da) to speak and translate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lols. the acting was kinda weird. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the singing too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;some cadets had to sing karaoke with some of the old folks. it was a pretty funny sight to behold.. NO duh.! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;thenwe went to play some games with some friendly old people. I was still kinda scared and the "head nurse" or something kept telling me to speak louder and stuff. but as everyone knows , my chinese sucks and the oldies were struggling to hear even with their bad hearing already. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;lols.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;some cadet played chineses chess with some old dude.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I started a conversation with some old lady.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then everyone played This stacking game with this friendly guy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I teamed with him lols.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He was laughing alot and having fun so i thought mission acomplished! .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yay . whole time stupid hanif kept calling me gay, and it was totally annoying. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;he'll be like. walking around. ....cant stand straight. then with those bendable pencils. &lt;green&gt; he'll point at me and say... gay. then i'll do the diao face . call him a fat ass with huge black nipples. and do my stuff. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;buggger. ****s like him suck. lols. wanna kick him but i know if i do ah wont help anything. so when the cadets ask my why i dont whack him then i say no use. hes too fat. wont feel anything..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then he'll be like..OHHH. cause this guy dont dare.....HAH.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then i'll be all....Diao...-.="&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;lols anyhoo. upgrading psp tomorrow. wheee. stupid gid. try to cheat me of 20 or 25 bucks.&lt;br /&gt;GOOD TRY. well i think he did i sometimes le. aiya nvm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6379253621346768989-5895880494275870174?l=rainingdaysarechanging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6379253621346768989/posts/default/5895880494275870174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6379253621346768989/posts/default/5895880494275870174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rainingdaysarechanging.blogspot.com/2008/08/what-to-say-arhgs.html' title='What to say arhgs.'/><author><name>rainingdaysareachanging</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16155351587945314073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6379253621346768989.post-1610293531834002646</id><published>2008-08-09T21:10:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T23:16:35.139+08:00</updated><title type='text'>RUNNN</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sKJ29g524P4/SJ2cY7rU3uI/AAAAAAAAAO0/otyP0fwlYLo/s1600-h/IMG_1668.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232510294224592610" style="DISPLAY: block; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sKJ29g524P4/SJ2cZWWAS7I/AAAAAAAAAPM/vyL9supVvmc/s320/IMG_1742.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sKJ29g524P4/SJ2cZQM5_jI/AAAAAAAAAPU/LdxiEaL2lMg/s1600-h/IMG_1743.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232510299734146610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sKJ29g524P4/SJ2cZQM5_jI/AAAAAAAAAPU/LdxiEaL2lMg/s320/IMG_1743.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232510743837069218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sKJ29g524P4/SJ2czGnSz6I/AAAAAAAAAPc/b12GxjN6QuA/s320/IMG_1744.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232510750543884210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sKJ29g524P4/SJ2czfmUr7I/AAAAAAAAAPk/VFwdXJX9AwI/s320/IMG_1745.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232510751625823570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sKJ29g524P4/SJ2czjoRxVI/AAAAAAAAAPs/m1hLvJVobQM/s320/IMG_1746.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232510752139769634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sKJ29g524P4/SJ2czliz9yI/AAAAAAAAAP0/bm77pgjIAsk/s320/IMG_1747.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lols just now something happened . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;funny sia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was surfin tha net after watching the ndp. was watching the funny sshows after that &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;tiwas eatting cutterfish strips so they were like sticking out of my mouth and were wobbling or jiggling about as i chewed ^^ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so my mom was like behind the low wall. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and she sneaked out and tried to take my photo. lols.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then i fell back onto the courch. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then i fell onto the floor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then i crawled and ran into my room. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;lols.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;funny sia. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways , thats all for now. be checkin in later. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;seeyas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6379253621346768989-1610293531834002646?l=rainingdaysarechanging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6379253621346768989/posts/default/1610293531834002646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6379253621346768989/posts/default/1610293531834002646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rainingdaysarechanging.blogspot.com/2008/08/runnn_09.html' title='RUNNN'/><author><name>rainingdaysareachanging</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16155351587945314073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sKJ29g524P4/SJ2cY7rU3uI/AAAAAAAAAO0/otyP0fwlYLo/s72-c/IMG_1668.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6379253621346768989.post-407854832283970175</id><published>2008-08-09T00:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T00:33:13.717+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wah boring .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;lols&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;nth much happened these few days. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;what to say. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a few days ago i went to stay back after school to play with zhi huan and tha guys to play badminton.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then after that, went jin chen house . wait long long zhi huan came then i played gears of war with him&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then we went to compass to buy my psp and meet gid before his tution. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I BOUGHT  A PURPLE! LIGHTPURPLE COLOURED PSP! holycow. its cute. but i think its a lil femine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;anyways next day i put all my songs and a new cool skin on it. the skin comes with a back ground that matches the skin so its really cool.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;okay then i forgot the rest. hahas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;oh yeah. today IS THA NATIONAL DAY! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yay yay!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;morning i came a lil late i scared i late miss the celebration again. missed it once. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and nearly fainted in the other. lols. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;okay movin on. i was'nt late. whee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then i had to go to the back of the canteen later to make sure the Part As and Bs were in shape. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They were funny i guess and totally alright. alright enough to question my sexuality... -.-"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What can i do? so i just cracked a few funny comebacks at them . yeah. gotta make sure their fine so they wont faint. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;okay so later on my job was supposed to stand in front of them . me leon lieshun someother guy at the Right side. .. near the generaly office side. Lols my left ear pain sia damn speaker.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so thats why i gotta wear uniform to school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;anyways after that i went to help in the skit. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Some teacher whom i forgot de name. Soz! he plays basketball sometimes de. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;he asked us to help. so he took part. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I helped move the things before our scene so it was kinda funny . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;heh. Then when it was our turn. we were like totally nervous. I was like . look at that crowd... o.0 omgosh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My and ruzini (dunno how to spell) was like looking at the performance before our scene&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lols i found that girlfriend - boyfriend scene totally romantic and cute sia.. lols everyone go &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Whoooo! and wheee! lols and sometimes Ahhhhs! lols when the girl came to the back stage she was totally blushing. hopefully everyone will forget about it pls! (im not into her if you're thinkin! but ill admit shes a lil cute ^^) anyways ... we did our part and i think it went well. lols when we were supposed to come out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ruz dinna know where to stop so i had to pull him all over sia . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;lols . he nearly walked from one side to the other side. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i mean come on lah common sense . go in the middle right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyhoo after that morning i came back home and lazed till leon called me to meet him and some other guys. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so i changed out and met them at cathway point . i think thats the name&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; we went there to watch the mummy. not bad . i think tis too many computer stuff. not nice&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and that whats-his-name the ang mor woman actress dam old lookin...lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;bloody idiots made me wait an hour there. good thing i brought my psp then.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then when they came i bought a hot dog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then we settled down and i ate it . before the movie started lols.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then just before it started i rushed out (FAllin in the process thereby cutting my left knee cap lols! i knew something was gonna happen) so i bought like. 2 more hot dogs. hahas. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i know i know i like to stuff my face sometimes. then i went to eat it and watch de show. not bad&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then when watch finish le we walk to plaza sing to use the mrt to go to koven. to play lan. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we went some place further down the main road from that church where Mrs Lawrence got married. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;thers a posb at tha corner i think and therse a hawker center after that. the lan shop is between these two places.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so we went to eat at the hawker center first then we went to the lan shop .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;at the hawker center i was listening to psp and leon accidentally touched the hotpot . and time and vincent was eatting and i was watching and drinkin that shandy i brought and listening to songs . lols. Oh yeah on the way in the mrt dam crowded. Lols. during that time from plaza sing there they were calling for more ppl to play lan with us. lols dam funny caslar and vincent ask ppl . i tried askin like them but yue xin was too blur to hear. bad reception. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so moving on . we played dota at the lan shop and i can say i totally suck. DONT rub IT IN! lols . after that i can say in the last 15 mins before i had to go. i totally killed them at css. (counter strike source) lols. vincent and i kept screenin each other lols. so i had to face the wall in the game most of the time so they cant see.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then after that about 10.20 i met my mom at the bus down the road by the church and reached home at about 11. and had a nice shower and here i am typing my fingers off. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;im totally tired. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sleepy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yawn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But i have to blog otherwise i stop blogging again. gawd im so lazy. gotta do something otherwise i become too lazy. Soo.... PPL KEEP VISITIN MY BLOG SO I WONT BE LAZY! WHEE! okay going nuts agian. damned body acheing , fractured right wrist left pinky and left knee cap badly, in total pain. tomorrow tution whole day then sunday gid jinchen and zhihuan coming my house to play then go to some guy's house in sengkang to modify my psp. then can download free games!  whee... dam n tired. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Come on ppl talk to me more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;not despo or anything... -.=..., just bored&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;YAAWWWwwwnnnnn.....zzzzz..zz.z..z.z snroe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6379253621346768989-407854832283970175?l=rainingdaysarechanging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6379253621346768989/posts/default/407854832283970175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6379253621346768989/posts/default/407854832283970175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rainingdaysarechanging.blogspot.com/2008/08/wah-boring.html' title='Wah boring .'/><author><name>rainingdaysareachanging</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16155351587945314073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6379253621346768989.post-5526117737150856144</id><published>2008-08-04T23:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T23:35:59.979+08:00</updated><title type='text'>QIan's party</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;last sunday. there was qian's party. tis was pretty fun. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Once i went there. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;tis like there wuz no one i knew. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;However i made friends quickly ^^ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;theres this bb boy whom i really cant remember hearing his name. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;heh. sorrry! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;anyways i went ther. i had to get people to go to swimmin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;about 4 o'clock i managed to get people to go in. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;when 5 o'clock when everyone got in then i did.&lt;br /&gt;Lols it was very fun. Everyone splashing water at each other &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;pulling the girls in...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then i thought how disorganised it was so i made a game for the dj to play. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;King of the hill ^^ there was this concrete tile plateform stickout out of the pool at one side outside of the living room with a sliding room in between . so i go on while the dj explained what all the boys had to do. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They ... ^^ had to throw me off my " throne" then the person who pushed me off would be the new king. then people have to push him off.&lt;br /&gt;it was fun cause i was in the league but when these two huge guys suddenly stepped up and sand witched me. they grabbed me and threw my off just like that. lols. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;of course we spent about half an hour playing games like that. pretty fun. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i found a dustbin trying to splash bec with water down by the deeper pool. then i used it to scoop up water to splash bec. i used it for quite a while till when sarah came. she told me to chase bec again so i did so. quite fun^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i chased bec with a pail/dustbin full of water down the smooth driveway. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Knowing that i used the word smooth. something must have happened. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yeap. sometime did. i slipped and fell while chasing bec and sprained the top part of my left butt cheek. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and my arm. dont forget my left arm. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then bec was checking how i was and he put the pail back at the pool before checking on me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;however the situation turned for the worst when he himself slipped on the water and fell right beside me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We were both groaning in pain till someone came to check on the two missing guys. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Later i was back on the tiled concrete thingy where we played king of the hill.&lt;br /&gt;I was pouring water at some girl. Jasmine i think. When some big guy pushed me and the broken pail, (it cracked a lil when i fell)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my right thumb caught on it and caused a deep cut and a peice of skin to hang around. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;needless to say it hurt likehell. and i was in pain. the weird thing was it was'nt bleeding , i think its because the blood was diluted or something cause i saw blood later. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Soon the games stopped and i went to dry off before putting on new clothes. I was in the play room toilet with the bb boy and we were chatting as we took turns to use the toilet. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the stupid girls kept trying to sneak into the room so we had to keep the door locked. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then i only have my shorts on so i came out to scare them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then, we went downstairs for a hip hop show. It was a live performance . Contributed by 3 dancers. one of which is a lovely young and beautiful 19 year old girl named joy. Boy i swear shes a looker.&lt;br /&gt;If she managed to read my blog i can only say shes dang beautiful and i was lost for words when i talked to her so i kept saying hi. lols ...nico's brother would know cause i was beside him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;okay moving on. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We watched the show and i have posted the videos here for everyone to watch just cool the performance is . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Also i'll post the website here: &lt;a href="http://www.hiphopcrew.com.sg/"&gt;http://www.hiphopcrew.com.sg/&lt;/a&gt;. im thinking of joining the sunday 6 oclock class where the instructor is joy. ^^ anyways i learned some new moves so i thought it was cool. after the performance there was the cake cutting thing where everyone tried to squeeze in for the photo. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yeah hor i wonder where the photo is now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;^^ met new friends like jonna and im happy to have been there. Thought i belive i should'nt go too long cause of course having or doing something good for too long is never good. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyhoo hers the vids.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-39c4c2c15183d5ad" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v20.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D39c4c2c15183d5ad%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331464269%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D80A11E9F5DA6962E10E9C3BA5D7439FB53DC981A.754ACBA9C4A7E60FAE490D8E336C0158E1CF343E%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D39c4c2c15183d5ad%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DNVM32PJyk4Rp5HV8uRSmhNrbPn8&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v20.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D39c4c2c15183d5ad%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331464269%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D80A11E9F5DA6962E10E9C3BA5D7439FB53DC981A.754ACBA9C4A7E60FAE490D8E336C0158E1CF343E%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D39c4c2c15183d5ad%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DNVM32PJyk4Rp5HV8uRSmhNrbPn8&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6379253621346768989-5526117737150856144?l=rainingdaysarechanging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=39c4c2c15183d5ad&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6379253621346768989/posts/default/5526117737150856144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6379253621346768989/posts/default/5526117737150856144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rainingdaysarechanging.blogspot.com/2008/08/qians-party.html' title='QIan&apos;s party'/><author><name>rainingdaysareachanging</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16155351587945314073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6379253621346768989.post-3941975425998790809</id><published>2008-08-02T12:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-02T12:54:33.395+08:00</updated><title type='text'>about me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;ABOUT ME. DE CHINESE WATER ROOSTER!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brief Description&lt;br /&gt;Roosters are very smart dressers, hard workers and dreamers. They have a tendency of speaking their minds all the time which isn't always a good thing!&lt;br /&gt;Positive Traits&lt;br /&gt;forthright, brave, enthusiastic, loyal, hardworking, tenacious, resilient, adventurous, meticulous, prompt, astute, well-dressed, proficient, down-to-earth, gregarious, communicative, sensible, generous, charming, ebullient and terminally witty&lt;br /&gt;Negative Traits&lt;br /&gt;cranky, fussy, vain, self-involved, blindly egotistical, over-zealous, pretentious, materialistic, grabby, high-handed, cynical, mercurial, self-absorbed and quixotic as hell&lt;br /&gt;General Descriptionof All Roosters&lt;br /&gt;Roosters are very loyal individuals. They do not like dishonesty or mockery of any sort. They are blunt, up front and honest people and expect those around them to be the same. Roosters are happiest when they are surrounded by others, at a party or just a social gathering. They even enjoy the spotlight and will exhibit their charisma and wit in a minute. This star quality can be overbearing, for a Rooster expects you to listen to him while he speaks and can become agitated if you don't. Roosters do have a tendency to brag about themselves and their achievements and demand an attentive audience when doing so.&lt;br /&gt;Detailed Descriptionof The Water Rooster&lt;br /&gt;This Rooster is a bit more docile than the other Roosters. He is quieter, more tranquil, not as vocal or as spotlight hungry as other Roosters. These Roosters are great communicators probably because they do possess the ability to tone things down a bit. They have boundless energy that sometimes gets caught up in detail which causes a lapse in concentration. They have to learn to appreciate detail but not to harp on it, otherwise they may miss the final destination.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;aLL OF IT TOTALLY TRUE. SWEAR. dam my stupid expressive trait.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6379253621346768989-3941975425998790809?l=rainingdaysarechanging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6379253621346768989/posts/default/3941975425998790809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6379253621346768989/posts/default/3941975425998790809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rainingdaysarechanging.blogspot.com/2008/08/about-me.html' title='about me'/><author><name>rainingdaysareachanging</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16155351587945314073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6379253621346768989.post-1222545391868784608</id><published>2008-08-02T02:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-02T02:19:18.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Catching up</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Heys people, Long time to see,well i'll summarise whats been going on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;i've failed all my subjects in the midyear exam. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;Broke up with a certain someone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;never got over it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;Results slowly improving&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;Haircut too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;Blog fixed and i fell in love with linkin park.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;The songs not the artists im not gay...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;im moving to punggol around the end of august.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;still finding a flat to rent you know. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;since im only staying for like 1 and a quarter years.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;but it'll be fun. anyone can drop by and play some games with alerts in advance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;Im growing taller...finally.&lt;br /&gt;Im trying to change for the best.hopefully. lols.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;Ncc is getting fun for me. Teaching those cheeky part As.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;Still cant scold or yell at them though. USually when im mad i just fight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;No way you heard of a sergant punch a cadet and not get jailed. LOLS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;im pretty bored at home apart from doing some occationally work and watching naruto shippuden.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;Im rotting to death playing Counter Strike Source too much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;On the other hand. My reputation online is getting better. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;I made better relationships... Hafizam for example. He edited his name but im fine with it so lols i think its nice. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;Anyone want me to edit theirs can also. For example . emelyne asks me to change . then i change it to eme like that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;GOd what am I saying im freakkin bored. welp.... tune in sometime and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;arrange any outings. Im soooo behind on all the movies. ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6379253621346768989-1222545391868784608?l=rainingdaysarechanging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6379253621346768989/posts/default/1222545391868784608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6379253621346768989/posts/default/1222545391868784608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rainingdaysarechanging.blogspot.com/2008/08/catching-up.html' title='Catching up'/><author><name>rainingdaysareachanging</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16155351587945314073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6379253621346768989.post-5093185303306009572</id><published>2008-06-30T22:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T15:47:58.097+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Schools started!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sKJ29g524P4/SGjwwftSkkI/AAAAAAAAAOs/kqHSMOW9z74/s1600-h/superfly_bonzai.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217684884244566594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sKJ29g524P4/SGjwwftSkkI/AAAAAAAAAOs/kqHSMOW9z74/s320/superfly_bonzai.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                              Superfly Forever man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Oh well school started again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Its like during the holidays you forgot everything then you wish to go back to school&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;then you realised how much it sucked. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;From the crowded corridors blocked by the girls in the morning...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;to the sleepy atmosphere in the class room as the teachers drone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We forget, how much it sucked, we forget, how much we missed our friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We see people whom we know but dont remember. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Food which tastes like crap you did encounter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Teachers you Try your best to avoid.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Homework which takes up all your time doing.&lt;br /&gt;Friends whom you stick with thru and fro.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6379253621346768989-5093185303306009572?l=rainingdaysarechanging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6379253621346768989/posts/default/5093185303306009572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6379253621346768989/posts/default/5093185303306009572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rainingdaysarechanging.blogspot.com/2008/06/schools-started.html' title='Schools started!'/><author><name>rainingdaysareachanging</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16155351587945314073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sKJ29g524P4/SGjwwftSkkI/AAAAAAAAAOs/kqHSMOW9z74/s72-c/superfly_bonzai.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6379253621346768989.post-6764908434777961311</id><published>2008-06-18T02:27:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T15:47:58.942+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Long time no see.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sKJ29g524P4/SFgH0X5LZII/AAAAAAAAAOM/EY4kkGOvbJ4/s1600-h/DSC00392.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212925165029778562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sKJ29g524P4/SFgH0X5LZII/AAAAAAAAAOM/EY4kkGOvbJ4/s320/DSC00392.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sKJ29g524P4/SFgH0gcoJpI/AAAAAAAAAOU/NxzfGtkEsfE/s1600-h/DSC01456.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Fencing friends and me.i took the pic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sKJ29g524P4/SFgH0lOfSQI/AAAAAAAAAOc/y2RgjbNTT_A/s1600-h/DSC01459.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212925168608823554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sKJ29g524P4/SFgH0lOfSQI/AAAAAAAAAOc/y2RgjbNTT_A/s320/DSC01459.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; me throwing a pillow at someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sKJ29g524P4/SFgH05PiGBI/AAAAAAAAAOk/8Kj15VXKARY/s1600-h/DSC01445.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212925173981911058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sKJ29g524P4/SFgH05PiGBI/AAAAAAAAAOk/8Kj15VXKARY/s320/DSC01445.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; all the girls.^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;charlene look so blur sia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hey people who come read my blog. Probally 4 or 5 people but hey! wuassuap.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Have'nt posted for a long time.&lt;br /&gt;Not in the mood see.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Alot of things happened&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Fun things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Horrible things&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Things i never wanna experience again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ah well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'll start by talking about charlene's birthday party rocked!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i went there in the afternoon. Woke up play computer games then i forgot her birthday. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;that is until colin called. i panicked like hell. Bathe and dress nice nice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When i reached. the first thing i did was jumped into the pool cause everyone was playing games.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yeah that was fun.&lt;br /&gt;Too bad i was wearing a white shirt so i mind as well take it off. Charlene did'nt allow that so i looked disgusting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yeah i had alot of fun. PLaying games with the guys and girls. Working with bec and daryll to over turn the raft when the girls were on. Funny. Tried to carry nico to throw her in but shes heavier than she looked... Or i guess i just suck at lifting things. Ah well then when the fun was over. I went to go dry off. Clothing never did dry off. Wet underwear really sucked. Bleah. Anyways we had alot of fun after that. i hanged out with qian and long as i have'nt seen them after a long while.&lt;br /&gt;missed them sia. Then there was a dj playing games. At least this was better than the halloween party gag.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For those who know what im talking about it . remember the screaming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;for those who dont, i'll talk about it. okay first there was a "magician" who was entertaining us. then he took out a wooden so called prison i guess. i forgot the name. it had 3 holes and i had tto stick my head and hands into it. i regretted volunteering. so he started asking difficult questions and i managed to answer them all. then it came to the last one. before the questions , by then i was already locked in that thing and freakking out. He said.for the prize. it has the look of a ferrari and has the engine of a porshe. itssss a FERROCHE. diao, the chocolate. so i was freakking out cause he did a demostration and chopped a carrot into 2 with the gillotine. the execution. but i can actually life the whole thing and run away but i was still nervous. so the last question&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What are the names of all the people who were on the Titanic.? .... You have 30 seconds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;WTF! Everyone was staring at me and laughing after that. i was like wtf. i said uh...jack? uhh. then Bec said. TOM DICK AND HARRY.! lol i was laughing.So i just closed my eyes and waited...5..4..3..2..1...CHOP.!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;as i am here and typing with my head quite on, im not dead. so some how the blade did not cut me. the girls screamed and closed their eyes. the boys yelled. i was doing the constipated expression. funny sia. anyways back to charlene's birthday party.&lt;br /&gt;We kinda danced or so called, everyone was so nervous and no one wanted to dance. Bec did the robot. Arthur did some cool street dancing. the girls stretched their arms and legs. and i was staring at them . diao . i dunno what to do. okayokay so long story short . it was all well with the unfortunate news for nico about her grand aunt. died in sleep. poor thing. cry like siao. then everyone go comfort her ...sad sia. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;anyways after that party .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;charlene and the gang (colin qian long jasmine me.) and daryll would go out some times. we watched the kung fu panda show together. dam funny sia. i watched the zohan show le. &lt;a href="http://www.movie6.net/"&gt;http://www.movie6.net/&lt;/a&gt;. when you go to the website then just type in the name of the show and click on any vid that was a reasonable time for the movie. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;okay then i had alot of fun that day. heres some pics and vids. yeah the vid i was kinda stuck on the machine at the first part. the pole was were it was'nt 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width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6379253621346768989.post-5206327463868222089</id><published>2008-05-21T20:49:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T22:53:03.291+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bowling days</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yeah well. I went bowling with colin and the crew last monday . the same guys from the fishing trip but yanmei celine and frans.Colin ben and me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so we went to seletar country club to play some bowling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we later then played pingpong and pool.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I won the first 3 times by sheer luck.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Aiming for one hole. Missing it. and rebounding it into another hole.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The first 2 wins was cause ben and colin hit the black ball in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;3rd one i did alot of lucky shots.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;4th then i lost to colin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;funny thing. our pool table's money charging mechinasm was spoilt. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so everytime we wanted to play, we did'nt have to slot any $1 coin in. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we just pushed it in. cause the part where you're supposed to push in with the coin was&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;jammed and half way in.lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we were laughing like hell as we heard people from the other table complaining about how expensive it was.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we were talking so loud about how CHEAP it was^^ with those stupid faces .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we left those people wondering what the hell were we thinking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Maybe they thought we were dam rich.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Played 20 over rounds eh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then after that i went to get the ping pong stuff so those waiting for their turn in pool&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;wont be that bored...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ben and i played alot.&lt;br /&gt;We all had alot of injuries.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I hit ben on the &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;nose mouth neck body back and arm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;he hit me on the &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;neck cheek arm leg back&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;lol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;after the games we were hurting all over.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then colin got bored of playing with frans and yanmei and wanted to play pingpong&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i played with him and lost.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I always used too much strength , like in tennis. But i'll say tennis is easier.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then when he beat me and ben. he played another guy from the other table. man was he good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i think colin won.in the end.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'll put vids that showed just how wild we played the bowling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-1bf46638830d00f4" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" 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bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v1.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D0847f3d29ff2ef33%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331464269%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D41259BA37A2856A0C9C7F0A23A864F4B805359B3.79C565DF320F60D1327123F205FEA9093FD4682D%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D847f3d29ff2ef33%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DBgTVXf2ywdYgR9XoVjqTvr6ZjPI&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;i got 2 more vids but i'll post them in the next hour&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;ciao^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6379253621346768989-5206327463868222089?l=rainingdaysarechanging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' 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trip!!!'/><author><name>rainingdaysareachanging</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16155351587945314073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sKJ29g524P4/SCrZ2TFr-AI/AAAAAAAAAN0/DmWDCAou48c/s72-c/DSC01393.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6379253621346768989.post-1029782582181514619</id><published>2008-05-14T18:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T18:59:09.118+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My birthday sucks</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I hate my birthdays. They suck...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So many bad things happened on that day...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Morning...I woke up to school. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;in the canteen. i was standing behind jun hao. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then that fucker elbowed me suddenly in the chest hard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So it was painful and i was pissed so i punched him on the back of his head.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And he was rubbing his head while i walked away. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Still clutching my chest.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then the rest of the day was like any normal dammed day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Got scolding from the stupid madam chia because i whacked joseph when he put a &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;fucking plaster on me he found on the floor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the bastard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then i had to stand.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but i was pissed off so i sat down later.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then i forgot the rest of the day... Ah yeah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;there was the bazzar organising.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I had so many ideas and i was happy when people were surprised and stuff and that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i could contribute to this charity funding.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;rest of what happened was nothing important...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then after school came the horrible part.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I spent it like i like to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;watched mythbusters on 5 and csi on 6 then play computer games the whole day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sigh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then... i went out with family...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My uncle.aunt.2 girl cousins.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was like totally moody the whole time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i dont know why.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;did'nt know my mom was pissed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;had a great time with my cousins.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;when i got home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i got into a argument with my freakkin mom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hate her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;when she argues she brings all sorts of crap into it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In the end i think i sorted it i think. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Still dont Like her any more than i have to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hate my birthdays.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;nothing nice ever happen on them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;One time i was punished for something i did'nt do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Stuffs like that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;got beaten up on my birthdays.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I belive.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anything that happen on my birthday will happen everyday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so im guessing i'll  get beaten everyday and stuff. i'll get mistakenly punished.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and more stuff...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I hate my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;just wish i can end it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sigh.... oh yeah. i'll add the vids and pics as soon as my com will stop crashing...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6379253621346768989-1029782582181514619?l=rainingdaysarechanging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6379253621346768989/posts/default/1029782582181514619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6379253621346768989/posts/default/1029782582181514619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rainingdaysarechanging.blogspot.com/2008/05/my-birthday-sucks.html' title='My birthday sucks'/><author><name>rainingdaysareachanging</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16155351587945314073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6379253621346768989.post-853483960465273129</id><published>2008-05-11T01:44:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T23:45:38.527+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fishin day !!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;O...kay today lets just say i did alot of stuff!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I uh...went kartic ...to fish. ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;colin came. with ben, fran, tze yan. aries. yanmei.and yeah shu ting..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yeah. we went fishing... Colin brought some dead fish me ben and him bought at pp on friday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so we wanted to use the fish as bait.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In the end we brought the wrong bait cause the fish there only ate bread and tapioca&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;LOL. ps much&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So overall. Colin and ben came early in the morning. while i was sleeping.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i was woken aruptly by colin when suddenly he crept over me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and yelled boo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;neither the less i jumped. with ben laughin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then we got all the stuff ready then my mom drove us to kartic the fishing place there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then over there we set up the stuff to fish and stuff. But we ate veggie bee hoon first &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cause we did'nt have breakfast and stuff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so colin came really prepared.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;dead fish and all. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;he gutted the fish and sent it to fish. half an hour later we gave up after being told so much that the fish here did'nt eat these dead fish so we changed to the bread colin and i brought as a backup plan.^^ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a few hours later then aries and the girls came.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;by then...me and ben got bored (YEAH I ADMIT IT)sorry colin,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so we left colin there to go play pool. lol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ben did'nt wan colin to come cause he scared of colin when he plays cause colin too LI HAI&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then me and ben played catching the small fishies ...aiya dunno the name lahs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then gots many colours.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you know...the small fishies ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then i cause like 50 plus&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then i noticed a sign in the middle of the pond. it says&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;quickie reminder on the rules.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ages 7 to 12 only.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;no parent help or what so ever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;limited to 5 fish per tank.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i was like stunned. but i asked the uncle later so its alright ^^ then colin came then he scoulded us.lol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then he joined in the fun and caught alot of fishies too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i had to buy another fish tank with net.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but in the end i caught more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but his fishies are fatter...T.T&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;he even caught a really big rare one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;everyone there was like stunned at us. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;our containers had the most and the biggest lol...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;later on colin went back to check on our bags.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then ben and i were resting. then we noticed...0.0"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a little boy. had many little fishes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;AND A FREAKKING BIG ONE.bigger than ours. its those fishes that can breathe out ofwater...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;mudskipper i think. lol. ben was like...o.o" and i was 0.0" lol.,,, he was going. OMGOMGOMG.i was laughing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cause when the boy was looking at our tank ben wanted to show off. then ben looked at the boy's tank.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;lol. stopped dead in his tracks lol... then the girls came and stuff. when colin was still here then colin went back with the girls leaving me and ben .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;aiya very jumbled up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; later on then fran and yan mei came. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;lol i got some cute presents i guess. i'll post their pictures in my next post. its real late now and im tired.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so we caught 2 fishes. one eel in the drain. real funny. the vid i took will explain alot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and one fish was given to us.by some friendly fisher men.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yeah after fishing and stuff. we packed up and then i went to go play paint ball with the boys while the girls went on the swan ride. Yeah before that i was so glum cause i wanted to play paint ball and i could'nt cause no one wanted to play with me and my mom was''nt there to fill in some forms.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so when she was finally here. she blan jared me colin and ben to play the shooting range. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i was like. omg im wearing the mask. and it just came out of a paintball fight so the visor was blur. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;lol dam funny i saw some masks on the table had paintball splats. so we could tell some one had a headshot.^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so we started shooting with the girls watched us. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i was the most accurate lol. the instructor said. wah you very accurate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then i was laughing and said lol cause i play alot of games lor. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then it was dam fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i was dam happy.so after the game then we were like talking about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the instructor asked us if we were in ncc. lol. me and colin said yes but not ben lah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then he told us about how i could go online and find other players and stuff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so i was like dammed interested. woohoo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i love paintball! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then later in night then we ate there. lol . the guys played funny games.like spin the spoon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the person that the spoon is pointing at must eat some food.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so this way theres no leftovers. smart eh. it was funny when it got to the chilli&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Before dinner my mom made us all drink wine. lol. i drank the fastest but no one noticed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;aries' face was dam red.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;after that we went to seletar reseviour to take a walk and then we went to seletar country club for the girls to take a wizz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then we went to punggol plaza to drop off the guys and girls. frans and bens' at my house now. ben's sleeping on the couch while im watching tv with frans. colin lost his $70 plier. wa liaos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;wth sia some one took it eh.i hope colin's did does'nt scold him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sigh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so we had fun today. i'll post the pics and vids another time when im not that lazy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so i'll be seeing you guys. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i hope.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and do my quiz !!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6379253621346768989-853483960465273129?l=rainingdaysarechanging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6379253621346768989/posts/default/853483960465273129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6379253621346768989/posts/default/853483960465273129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rainingdaysarechanging.blogspot.com/2008/05/fishin-day.html' title='fishin day !!!'/><author><name>rainingdaysareachanging</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16155351587945314073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6379253621346768989.post-339146318391088370</id><published>2008-05-08T23:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T00:11:41.109+08:00</updated><title type='text'>EXAMS suck!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Okay today is the first day  that we're getting results. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;and it totally &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;sucked&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Almost everything &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;failed&lt;/span&gt; but my&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt; chemistry and english&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;So sad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;When i saw my &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;results&lt;/span&gt;....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;my heart totally sank...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;aw man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;what the hell&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;was i thinking?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;then i had those thoughts of studying and stuff.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;but a little voice at the back of my head just knew and told me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;i'll never study.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;im &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;doomed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I wanna fail&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;i just wanna have fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;at least. just &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;to enjoy my&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; birthday&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I hope...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;birthdays always suck&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;sigh....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;tomorrow have&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt; ncc&lt;/span&gt;... holy cow...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;tomorrow &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;actually&lt;/span&gt; wanted to watch a movie with&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;some girls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;becky and emelyne&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;but i dont think i can &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;pan tang&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;(or what ever i dunno how to spell)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;but anyways i think i had a falling out with emelyne.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;always&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; insult&lt;/span&gt; me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;cant&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; take it&lt;/span&gt; liao.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;how ever i hate it when i get &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;angry with my friends&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I dunno if she takes me as a &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;friend&lt;/span&gt; anyways.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;sad...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Already having a couple people being &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;angry at me&lt;/span&gt; already&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;is bad enough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Shit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I dont even have that many friends to compare...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;hate my life&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6379253621346768989-339146318391088370?l=rainingdaysarechanging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6379253621346768989/posts/default/339146318391088370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6379253621346768989/posts/default/339146318391088370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rainingdaysarechanging.blogspot.com/2008/05/exams-suck.html' title='EXAMS suck!'/><author><name>rainingdaysareachanging</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16155351587945314073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6379253621346768989.post-1781445506548779883</id><published>2008-05-06T18:04:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T15:48:11.791+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FREE FREE FREE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sKJ29g524P4/SCBN1U4nV3I/AAAAAAAAAKc/RIcMkKjydXM/s1600-h/nipples.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197239548520126322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sKJ29g524P4/SCBN1U4nV3I/AAAAAAAAAKc/RIcMkKjydXM/s320/nipples.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ouchies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sKJ29g524P4/SCBN1k4nV4I/AAAAAAAAAKk/FJUR3tSkQKc/s1600-h/holy+cow.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197239552815093634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sKJ29g524P4/SCBN1k4nV4I/AAAAAAAAAKk/FJUR3tSkQKc/s320/holy+cow.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; this is really called thrusting the spear. throught his balls though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sKJ29g524P4/SCBN1k4nV5I/AAAAAAAAAKs/LSIwlH34GC4/s1600-h/WEDIGIE.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197239552815093650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sKJ29g524P4/SCBN1k4nV5I/AAAAAAAAAKs/LSIwlH34GC4/s320/WEDIGIE.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ULTRA WEDGIE.!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197239552815093666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 162px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 158px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="193" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sKJ29g524P4/SCBN1k4nV6I/AAAAAAAAAK0/RnSUgfWRlJc/s320/933036_75598.jpg" width="268" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;grand theft auto rocks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;EXAMS ARE OVER YAY.!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;can let down your hair liao.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;literally if you wanna ? ^^ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;so uh papers were really difficult like hell. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;poa sure fail.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;I just made a friend test. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;i think its pretty funny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so uh.. my birthdays coming. gotta start thinking about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;wow. this week end.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i cant wait. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i wanna go to some fishing place near kartic mrt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and play some paint ball&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i always wanted to play paint ball.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;had 3 chances.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1: sec one ncc. went to ncc ang mor keuy (&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;dunno how to spell&lt;/span&gt;) camp&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then colin said aiya let the other groups go first&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then kanna our turn no more air pressure.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so i &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;sad&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2nd time is camp feast i think. Ang mor key camp again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but rain so archery and paint ball cannot play liao.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so i fell asleep at the benches with the other guys. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Hafizam ,wen lock ,john.&lt;/span&gt; lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then 3rd time i go the fishing place my friends dun wan. and i cant play by my self. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so i cant play too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;sad lors.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;sigh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i really wanna play paint ball.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;with friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;maybe enemies&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so can BOOM HEADSHOT them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hehe. i play too much cs. I wish. i can play . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;oh well. i'll see this week end anyone coming lahs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i dunno like last year some guys and girls come my house&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;still sad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i hate my &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;birthday&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;never has anything good happen de.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cuz may &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;13&lt;/span&gt;....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;last last year was &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;friday the 13.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;sigh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&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/6379253621346768989-1781445506548779883?l=rainingdaysarechanging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6379253621346768989/posts/default/1781445506548779883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6379253621346768989/posts/default/1781445506548779883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rainingdaysarechanging.blogspot.com/2008/05/free-free-free.html' title='FREE FREE FREE!'/><author><name>rainingdaysareachanging</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16155351587945314073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sKJ29g524P4/SCBN1U4nV3I/AAAAAAAAAKc/RIcMkKjydXM/s72-c/nipples.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6379253621346768989.post-8988492926051942293</id><published>2008-04-30T19:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T15:48:11.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Woo baby.!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hey yall. I have'nt posted here for a while so heres a quick summary.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Exams are here so everyone's pretty much stressed out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yeah even it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yea i know . i never thought it was possible.^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;anyhoo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;gots a new hair cut now ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195005362367321954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sKJ29g524P4/SBhd2k4nV2I/AAAAAAAAAKU/lVsmEJHydOM/s320/h.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yeah and i got a new game.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yea another one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Grand theft auto 4!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;woo baby.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;totally cool&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i bought limited edition.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so it came in a metal box.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;with a lock&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(and key, duh)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;art book.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;pretty darn cool. the art concepts&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a music sound track of the game&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a few posters.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and A GRAND THEFT AUTO BAG&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but im never gonna use it cause i dun wana get it dirty ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so yea im gonna go try it out now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i'll post some pics next time kay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;oh yea emelyne's birthdays' coming so i gotta bake her like.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;10 boxes of brownies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;5 boxes for becky&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2 for this girl i keep forgetting. sorry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;okay so uh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;EXams is but a stepping stone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;on the way to sucess.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i guess....i know its pretty general..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but hey&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i cant think of anything&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;contribute if you wanna.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And uh. be seeing you guys. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;peace.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;dont stress out kay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;oh yeah. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;gonna have a chalet soon. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cause my BIRTHDAY is coming. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;woo yeah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;may 13 folks. remember that. oh nevermind. i dont like that much attention from a crowd.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a group is great&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but no crowds. i'll freeze up. and blush.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so be seeing ya. cheers. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ps. i'll add the videos as soon as my internet allows me to .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6379253621346768989-8988492926051942293?l=rainingdaysarechanging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6379253621346768989/posts/default/8988492926051942293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6379253621346768989/posts/default/8988492926051942293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rainingdaysarechanging.blogspot.com/2008/04/woo-baby.html' title='Woo baby.!'/><author><name>rainingdaysareachanging</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16155351587945314073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sKJ29g524P4/SBhd2k4nV2I/AAAAAAAAAKU/lVsmEJHydOM/s72-c/h.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6379253621346768989.post-1961963998331245108</id><published>2008-04-24T17:58:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T15:48:17.532+08:00</updated><title type='text'>woo yea. gallery time.!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Not enough space to put more of the funnier videos, so i'll put it in the next post guys. pretty funny^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sKJ29g524P4/SBBj404nVyI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/uaEAanxl0wk/s1600-h/042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192760198278108962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sKJ29g524P4/SBBj404nVyI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/uaEAanxl0wk/s320/042.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sKJ29g524P4/SBBj404nVzI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/TflFuaMjwT0/s1600-h/053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192760198278108978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sKJ29g524P4/SBBj404nVzI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/TflFuaMjwT0/s320/053.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sKJ29g524P4/SBBj5E4nV0I/AAAAAAAAAKE/WcHNj2mvOtQ/s1600-h/054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192760202573076290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sKJ29g524P4/SBBj5E4nV0I/AAAAAAAAAKE/WcHNj2mvOtQ/s320/054.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sKJ29g524P4/SBBj5U4nV1I/AAAAAAAAAKM/QBryS9tq5P8/s1600-h/047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192760206868043602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sKJ29g524P4/SBBj5U4nV1I/AAAAAAAAAKM/QBryS9tq5P8/s320/047.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; cake!!!&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sKJ29g524P4/SBBjcE4nVtI/AAAAAAAAAJM/h_2y4bEA8xY/s1600-h/028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192759704356869842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sKJ29g524P4/SBBjcE4nVtI/AAAAAAAAAJM/h_2y4bEA8xY/s320/028.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; yan mei's behind the pillow on the left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sKJ29g524P4/SBBjck4nVuI/AAAAAAAAAJU/QzMZrejIG6k/s1600-h/030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192759712946804450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sKJ29g524P4/SBBjck4nVuI/AAAAAAAAAJU/QzMZrejIG6k/s320/030.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; getoff my bed dammit!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sKJ29g524P4/SBBjc04nVvI/AAAAAAAAAJc/5_GqOjCe-yA/s1600-h/035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192759717241771762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sKJ29g524P4/SBBjc04nVvI/AAAAAAAAAJc/5_GqOjCe-yA/s320/035.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sKJ29g524P4/SBBjdE4nVwI/AAAAAAAAAJk/6ozmcvTNQtA/s1600-h/036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192759721536739074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sKJ29g524P4/SBBjdE4nVwI/AAAAAAAAAJk/6ozmcvTNQtA/s320/036.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; decorating the cake before the birthday girl comes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sKJ29g524P4/SBBjdU4nVxI/AAAAAAAAAJs/2yRmSWdR6tg/s1600-h/039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192759725831706386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sKJ29g524P4/SBBjdU4nVxI/AAAAAAAAAJs/2yRmSWdR6tg/s320/039.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY YAN MEI&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sKJ29g524P4/SBBi304nVoI/AAAAAAAAAIk/PmkWODGODLY/s1600-h/013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192759081586611842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sKJ29g524P4/SBBi304nVoI/AAAAAAAAAIk/PmkWODGODLY/s320/013.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sKJ29g524P4/SBBi4E4nVpI/AAAAAAAAAIs/cxiBB1TZOdI/s1600-h/015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192759085881579154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sKJ29g524P4/SBBi4E4nVpI/AAAAAAAAAIs/cxiBB1TZOdI/s320/015.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; yea well.my door knob kinda got stuck so gid and yan mei was stuck in the room for a while...alone...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;later they managed to get out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;gid broke the door knob with a hammer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then they were replacing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sKJ29g524P4/SBBi4U4nVqI/AAAAAAAAAI0/dv_XMPxESFE/s1600-h/020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192759090176546466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sKJ29g524P4/SBBi4U4nVqI/AAAAAAAAAI0/dv_XMPxESFE/s320/020.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; dinner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sKJ29g524P4/SBBi4U4nVrI/AAAAAAAAAI8/pF_C__S10ao/s1600-h/022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192759090176546482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sKJ29g524P4/SBBi4U4nVrI/AAAAAAAAAI8/pF_C__S10ao/s320/022.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sKJ29g524P4/SBBi4k4nVsI/AAAAAAAAAJE/hVzpnezgOug/s1600-h/024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192759094471513794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sKJ29g524P4/SBBi4k4nVsI/AAAAAAAAAJE/hVzpnezgOug/s320/024.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a few nights ago. big meal .. lol!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sKJ29g524P4/SBBaIk4nVjI/AAAAAAAAAH8/LPWh4Ee6Be0/s1600-h/DSC00010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192749473744770610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sKJ29g524P4/SBBaIk4nVjI/AAAAAAAAAH8/LPWh4Ee6Be0/s320/DSC00010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;berries!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sKJ29g524P4/SBBaJU4nVkI/AAAAAAAAAIE/VLNiH0_8qi4/s1600-h/DSC00011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192749486629672514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sKJ29g524P4/SBBaJU4nVkI/AAAAAAAAAIE/VLNiH0_8qi4/s320/DSC00011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sKJ29g524P4/SBBaJk4nVlI/AAAAAAAAAIM/y1lrCiECuKM/s1600-h/DSC00015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192749490924639826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sKJ29g524P4/SBBaJk4nVlI/AAAAAAAAAIM/y1lrCiECuKM/s320/DSC00015.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; after&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sKJ29g524P4/SBBaKE4nVmI/AAAAAAAAAIU/hzYCJKfanLw/s1600-h/DSC00012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192749499514574434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sKJ29g524P4/SBBaKE4nVmI/AAAAAAAAAIU/hzYCJKfanLw/s320/DSC00012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; dinner!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sKJ29g524P4/SBBaKU4nVnI/AAAAAAAAAIc/XYRRViJjho0/s1600-h/DSC00013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192749503809541746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sKJ29g524P4/SBBaKU4nVnI/AAAAAAAAAIc/XYRRViJjho0/s320/DSC00013.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; dam i got a pot belly. gotta work out more...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-ec3ab594c6f0f9a" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6379253621346768989/posts/default/1961963998331245108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rainingdaysarechanging.blogspot.com/2008/04/woo-yea-gallery-time.html' title='woo yea. gallery time.!'/><author><name>rainingdaysareachanging</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16155351587945314073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sKJ29g524P4/SBBj404nVyI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/uaEAanxl0wk/s72-c/042.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6379253621346768989.post-8888215094185467658</id><published>2008-04-12T11:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T15:48:17.912+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Me? Baking?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lol. These few days i've been bakin!?! lol. Its not that bad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Like to see people telling me how nice my brownies are...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So bored now. Heres a pic of one of my cakes now.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188195948953037938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sKJ29g524P4/SAAsujJ3bHI/AAAAAAAAAHs/Wilx_g9mFL8/s320/IMG_1257.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188195948953037954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sKJ29g524P4/SAAsujJ3bII/AAAAAAAAAH0/f8ISxC54t4Y/s320/IMG_1259.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Im going out later to celebrate some girl's birthday with jin chen and the others. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hoped the guys and gals like them. LOl.! i got 3 cakes altogether. Above pics&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;only show brownies and chocolate cake. theres another cake. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;Hopes it goes well&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Gotta hand up damned dnt by monday MORNING. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mr wong wants it by then&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;or He wont accept.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So i gotta show effort in my work.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;AW man i hope it goes well. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This week end im just too busy...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6379253621346768989-8888215094185467658?l=rainingdaysarechanging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6379253621346768989/posts/default/8888215094185467658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6379253621346768989/posts/default/8888215094185467658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rainingdaysarechanging.blogspot.com/2008/04/me-baking.html' title='Me? Baking?'/><author><name>rainingdaysareachanging</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16155351587945314073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sKJ29g524P4/SAAsujJ3bHI/AAAAAAAAAHs/Wilx_g9mFL8/s72-c/IMG_1257.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6379253621346768989.post-7416365494193047257</id><published>2008-04-04T22:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T23:04:30.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crisis nearly over.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Okay howa I gonna put tit. Imbored. sick. And tired. of pretty much everything. I like my songs on my blog. like clint eastwood and linkin park faint. rockas. Bored to death now. Last few days were hell. Gotsa inta trouble with some people...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Gots trouble with whats left of my friends in school...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Gots trouble with my grades and teachs. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i guess pretty much everything. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;lifes a chunk of crap on a stick. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;what are ya gonna do. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh wel. todays funny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Brought sweets to make it last. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Gave everyone.&lt;br /&gt;Almost everyone. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pretty much everyone i guess cause &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;those i dinna wanna give kinda took it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;by the handfulls....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so i was kinda pissed but what can i do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;later on gid asked me to lend him glue to fix his rubix cube. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ended up later with him slapping my side burn with a palm full of glue&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and after that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;lots of ouches and youchies later.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And a bunch of missing hair.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i got it out .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ncc was fun today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Excersized alot. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wanna be able to fight. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;or at least protect my self.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hads some fun with the guys. helping the part As out . And some of the part Bs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;KInda funny. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;now im pretty much stuck .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Im at some hotel COFFEE SHOP. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so some other parts of the hotel doing dunno what with dunno who. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you buncha morons. (referring to those who think about sick things)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So im stuck. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Im cold.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Im still in my frickkin uniform.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;its not helping. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I got a stomach ache.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and a fickkin full bladder.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;gotta list my piorities now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1. Go toilet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2. Nag at mom to let me go Frickkin back home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;3. Die.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6379253621346768989-7416365494193047257?l=rainingdaysarechanging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6379253621346768989/posts/default/7416365494193047257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6379253621346768989/posts/default/7416365494193047257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rainingdaysarechanging.blogspot.com/2008/04/crisis-nearly-over.html' title='Crisis nearly over.'/><author><name>rainingdaysareachanging</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16155351587945314073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6379253621346768989.post-6605633457390730867</id><published>2008-03-24T23:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T00:00:00.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'>After the long Mc holiday^^ Time. 11.55am. monday</title><content type='html'>Bored again.Chemistry lesson now. Mdm Cheong  asked me a question and i strugged my shoulders and i just ignored her. she just went to ask some one else the same question. Dont feel like doing any work. .. Everthing seems very boring. When you look at your watch and every second just seems to take longer to pass... Body's aching. very tired. After this is Dnt, did not do any homework. Im taking it as the teachers took my book and lost it so Im gonna make a new one again. Mdm cheong giving answers for homework which I left some where in my bag. So I dont wanna take it. dont wan people to look or something. so im like, totally not understanding her at all. And im totally ignoring her. Shes making me sleepy . Real sleepy... Today I guess im gonna be quite busy. After school have Poa remedial for the whole class. After that then i gotta take the stupid maths test. Which i know im gonna fail anyways. So in other words from now to the time i get to the computer... Im freakkin screwed. Tomorrow also have chinese oral. Stupid mom wants me to speak chinese from now to then. But shes not even following it so im not speaking and shes not caring. Woot. i guess. Been playing alot of runescape lately. Im a member so its more fun for me. do all sorts of fun quests and i get to go new and cool places. I get to fight cool giants and monsters. Im learning new skills now like theif and summoning. Fletching and Advanced cooking and smithing. Kinda cool the member weapons are. I guess runescape is the only game im good at as im lv 45 CURRENTLY and given enough time for me to train my COMBAT level. i can be lv 100 in a matter of days. One day i can go up 5 levels. but im training my range and other skills. really fun. Teacher is still droning on and I Swear im gonna sleep once my head hits the table so im keeping it a fair distance away. I totally dont understand her. Im gonna find something interesting to do . before i fall asleep. Bored meter is rising steadily. Oh no. Im thinking. Maybe i should learn to write like Jin chen in his blog and make it short. people tell me my blog is way too wordy. mua ha ha. but im not sure if people want it to be detailed or just short and sharp. i guess it depends if people are interested in my life or not. okay i guess. 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6379253621346768989/posts/default/8737045479763681204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6379253621346768989/posts/default/8737045479763681204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rainingdaysarechanging.blogspot.com/2008/03/sickie-rest-lazy-day.html' title='Sickie rest lazy / day. ^^'/><author><name>rainingdaysareachanging</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16155351587945314073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sKJ29g524P4/R-CIJMt6umI/AAAAAAAAAHc/lbyId0IKQJs/s72-c/DSC00389.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6379253621346768989.post-4303005655852683334</id><published>2008-03-16T22:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T15:48:18.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Todays the day of the day thats the day.!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sKJ29g524P4/R9018ct6ulI/AAAAAAAAAHU/CODax2nXmIM/s1600-h/Blog+pic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178354459163146834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sKJ29g524P4/R9018ct6ulI/AAAAAAAAAHU/CODax2nXmIM/s320/Blog+pic.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Okay bored nothing to do. watching csi now with my mom breathin down my neck NOT LITERALLY wanting me to bathe. Today was a rather busy day. went fishing at some place near yishun. Celine Aries Sze Yan Jin Chen Jun Shen Andrew Kang and Gideon came. so did my uncle Joe and my mom. Later my aunt came and my uncle left. okay so we did not really have that much fun fishing. we went to the club away from the lake side to do some prawn fishing ^^ i nearly caught 2 but they got away. Gideon caught one. while the rest of us took turns to hold the rod and play billards while the girls drank from a coconut and some water drinks ^^. then i won gideon and andrew lost to jin chen. i went to find out more about the paint ball but its pretty ex so we did not have the money. The guy there like totally changed his attitude when i told him we did not have any money. diao so bad.  so we went to the play grounds and we were playing the swings. Sze yan can go the highest but andrew was the close 2nd. Lol there was a cute lil boy i kept playing with. more like watching over him. in the end he kept following me and cried when i went away. inthe end the girls distracted him while i ran away. haha. so bored..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oka ythen long later at about 4 pm them came my house . played the game rockband and had lots of fun. had pizza later .  mushrooms and pepperoni..yumm. went to get the knife and when i came back . only 2 slices left. haha. then they playing wii sports. bowling and baseball. haha. won gideon in bowlin.haha....okay then 6. then had to go home. did something and everyone was out of the house after putting on their shoes. the boys went to eat at the porrige house while the girl went home. mom sent them to otram mrt later.  after they left i played bowlin a little then settleddown to watch the show. Joe Dirt. Dam sad. nice ending. funny show. its about a hilibilly that lost his parents only to become famous when he told his journey to find them when he became a janitor at a news station. when he became famous he found them to find out they were jerks and went to live happily ever after with friends he made along his journey. after that watched csi till now. bored. okay going to bathe now. buh bye ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6379253621346768989-4303005655852683334?l=rainingdaysarechanging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6379253621346768989/posts/default/4303005655852683334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6379253621346768989/posts/default/4303005655852683334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rainingdaysarechanging.blogspot.com/2008/03/todays-day-of-day-thats-day.html' title='Todays the day of the day thats the day.!!!'/><author><name>rainingdaysareachanging</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16155351587945314073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sKJ29g524P4/R9018ct6ulI/AAAAAAAAAHU/CODax2nXmIM/s72-c/Blog+pic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6379253621346768989.post-6509045120316621966</id><published>2008-03-13T22:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-13T22:41:31.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Campo day</title><content type='html'>Juz came back from camp sia. dam bored. tired. emo emo kia. HAHAH. i cant be emo for long. i cant be angry for more than a day. i tried. its tiring,wana cry now  like that .. just dont feel good. camp dam tiring. First night dreamt of a girl. Some one in school but not one i talk to. NOT FELECIA HENG&gt; OMG&gt;! so like some stuff happen but NOTHING DIRTY SERIOUSLY. so i woke up at 5.20 am. Was in camp so everyone was just waking up. HEart pumping like . 100 beats over 10 secs. Pain. NEarly had heart attack. Friends around me was waking up so they saw me and asked if i was alright. I said i was fine. But i was clammy and sweaty and pale. Did not look fine at all when i looked into the mirror. They asked if i had a night mare, I said yea. im not sure if its a night mare. Msn me then  if youre my close friend then yea i'll give ya the details. Anyways I really dunno what to do. Kept thinking about it. Getting more and more worried. I just dont feel like fainting now. wanna die like that. IF you wanna know more about the camp read the following paragraph or just skip it. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speciciallist camp was 4 days 3 nights and i dont give a freakkin dam about my spellin.So i wqanted to become to 2nd sergant but in the end became 3rd. Freak. Trained so hard. wanted to faint and fall out but did not want. First day became ic but at 2pm sir kicked me off cause i forgot the marching command WHICH i remember now. So i felt like shit during the whole camp. Nights were horrible gotta bathe in freezin water everyone like a zombie and all of us wanted to die. made friends and enemies. Fought with a b1tc* that kept rubberband whipping me so i kicked him away. he kicked me harder so i punched him in the chest so many times. know what he did? both hands used nails to dig into my left arm that was pulling his shirt. LOl. fought like a piss. I punched him all over his body but not his face. all the other bunk mates was his school so i did not wanna getinto much trouble. freak him. freakass. okay then the quantity of the foods were huge! dam . but i still ate more when my friends could not finish. Freakkin sir gave nicknames for everyone and called me reindeer. Rudolph. I fucking hate that name . Dont care. So many years got bullied by that name and i can punch people in primary school till they bleed but not secondary. FUCk them. not the sir. His name is Razin so i called him rasin. Everyone laughed and he threw his spoilt boot at me. i ran away with it until he yelled for me to give it back. the sole of the boot was coming out. he had to use black duct tape to fix it in the end but it did not work with water ^^. talkng about water. whole day kept raining so most of the training was skipped so yipee. but if drizziling then gotta march in rain. so CRAP . hahahaha. over all the camp was crap and as long as gideon and colin did not get the 2nd sergant rank , i was happy, So now i dam tired.Im not sure if im workin out with my girl. wah. cause , i dunno why . its a gut feeling. I just wanna die . you know. everything will just be blank.  so. I never have to worry. Never have to cry. Never have. to feel.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6379253621346768989-6509045120316621966?l=rainingdaysarechanging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6379253621346768989/posts/default/6509045120316621966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6379253621346768989/posts/default/6509045120316621966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rainingdaysarechanging.blogspot.com/2008/03/campo-day.html' title='Campo day'/><author><name>rainingdaysareachanging</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16155351587945314073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6379253621346768989.post-1301114256726381943</id><published>2008-03-10T01:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T01:38:17.248+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CAmp!</title><content type='html'>Woot. been at a camp since friday in school. So i'll start from there. So ha.&lt;br /&gt;Okay blah blah blah school beens great. nothing wrong with the classes and it all went well. And then there was the area cleaning. Heheh. So well I was holding the dry broom in the class room watching everyone clean and stuff. Lol. Im pretending to work with the broom so my teachers wont scould me. hehe. Okay moving on. I was at the windows opposite of the classroom cleaning the tables with the chairs on top with my rag. Then all of a sudden. i hear lots of screams of fear and disgust. so of course i went to look whats happenin. Oh. 3 boys and 4 girls and screaming about a baby lizard. omgosh. haha. So i went to it and picked it up cause it was getting annoying. then i started showing off how i was'nt scared cause of my old house had tons of lizards on the celing and for fun i would shoot them off with my rubber band gun. haha. okay so then i was showing off then walking to the stairs downstairs to throw it away and wash my hands and show off to more people on the way. then all of a sudden gideon came along to De siao me again. So i put the lizard behind me. and waited for him to come closer. of course be came close to me to insult me again so i waited for the right moment. So then he came right at me and a put the hand with the lizard in between my fingers between us. then we looked closer...(the fool) then even closer... then he said. "whats that" then i said. " A lizard." then when i started to see the scared look on the face then i swung my hand further at him. guess what. He kinda yelled and Run down the corridoor with everone looking at him.  Funny. Later after releasing the lizard i saw him getting scoulded by Mrs Cheong . dunno wad for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay so after school i went to play batminton with celine ,ziyi, able, zhi huan, ching ling, some girl in my class, and aaron.(well i just watched aaron play) everything was going good. Able and Ching ling were like having a death match between 'mother' and 'son' Funny to watch. zhihuan kept doing slamms with the racquet so hard to defend. after that camp started at 3 and blah blah pitched up tents. Long story short. everthing was really boring and everyone kept dozzing off. Mostly me so no one have to remind me. haha. At night cause everything was so slow. We slept at 12.30 . Dam late. I mean i sleep later like now. i got camp and its 2.30. omg. haha. gonna faint tomorrow. okay so then when i was in my sleeping bag. this was a camp im not going to forget. I got hit my a slipper.(the same one) 3 times. and got step on by nicholas and kicked by gideon. Lol. Weird. okay i made new friends and new enemies with the part As. (you cant win them all but for my case im losing most) okay well then the next day was okay. Lunch was at PP and after that gotta learn how to present.  When other people present i fell asleep like suddenly faint like that. then the presenter( hanif at that time) had to say. " Could the last man there please WAKE UP!" so i fell asleep 2 times. he said that the 2nd time. first time was khirul on my right in ncc pushed me. haha., okay then. gonna go to sleep now. Darn tired. today whole day play Counter strike source . i rule with awp. Haha. head shot head shot headshot so dam many times. girls dont understand to guys how important it is to them.lol Jk. Some girls i know play too. WEll then good night and good luck .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loving you is the best decision i have even made&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                             -Randolph&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6379253621346768989-1301114256726381943?l=rainingdaysarechanging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6379253621346768989/posts/default/1301114256726381943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6379253621346768989/posts/default/1301114256726381943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rainingdaysarechanging.blogspot.com/2008/03/camp.html' title='CAmp!'/><author><name>rainingdaysareachanging</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16155351587945314073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6379253621346768989.post-5651343796629253358</id><published>2008-03-02T23:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T15:48:18.749+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New look? Heh</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sKJ29g524P4/R8rHaIxK8ZI/AAAAAAAAAHM/laVYVSlnRmE/s1600-h/tie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173166373832683922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sKJ29g524P4/R8rHaIxK8ZI/AAAAAAAAAHM/laVYVSlnRmE/s320/tie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sKJ29g524P4/R8rFW4xK8YI/AAAAAAAAAHE/HGVliZYQ4Ng/s1600-h/tie.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hullo yall. Bored. Gotta study for physics but im busy figuring out my blog and watching csi on tv. hurray for csi. Im really really bored and im gonna study for my physics now. Live chat rocks! however idiots make it suck so im appointing moderators who can remove these messages and block these people. Okay. Randolph. Out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ps. I love my tie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6379253621346768989-5651343796629253358?l=rainingdaysarechanging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6379253621346768989/posts/default/5651343796629253358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6379253621346768989/posts/default/5651343796629253358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rainingdaysarechanging.blogspot.com/2008/03/new-look-heh.html' title='New look? Heh'/><author><name>rainingdaysareachanging</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16155351587945314073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sKJ29g524P4/R8rHaIxK8ZI/AAAAAAAAAHM/laVYVSlnRmE/s72-c/tie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6379253621346768989.post-3619811323525683867</id><published>2008-02-27T22:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-02T01:08:01.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'>series 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Common test week 27/2/08 Time:8.31 am Wednesday. Pissed of these few days. Tolerance low. F word will be replaced with freak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had the stupid maths test today, it was dam hard. Even if I had freakking studied , its still an alien language to me. Poa lesson now. I hate maths. I wanna drop it. Freaking teacher and maths. No matter how hard I study then still fail. Study fail study fail then dont study lah. See all the questions on the maths paper dam difficult. Nothing like those I studied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything i remembered during the exam dam nervous then comfirm fail. Freaking maths, Dam bad mood now. Freakking Jian Long wait to go to his seat. He used the space between my chair and Gabriel's table to cross to his seat. Just as I was about to sit down then he pulled it away. Then when he was in the space. He look at Jin Wai then start talking with hand still on my seat. He was wearing his bag so it was in my face. Freakking mad so i pushed him away. I told him dont stand there lah, still pull my chair away when i tried to sit down, so he kept quiet and sat down. Piss off. Still can say what i do. Smack him ah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Freakking Gideon disturb me this morning. Outside classroom when I reading maths textbook for formula. He called my some crap again then laugh. Then freak ass Jin Chen who was sitting beside Gideon and was on my left, started laughing and insulted me the same as Gideon. So needless to say freakking pissed. everyone laugh laugh. Wanna whack them. Hated Jin Chen for that. Realised he was never quite my friend. Never did anything for me. Wanted to join the crowd like Gideon and friends so he freakking dont care bout me. Freak him. Not a friend. Not ever. Before that He looked moody and emo like usual so i ask him how he was. Then he said wad. freak him..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now copying notes in poa class , everyone around me dam noisy. The usual people, gabriel, Gideon, Hannah, Jian Long. some random talking at the back of the class. Teacher talking to darn hard. Dam angry after the test. I bent my blue pen and tore off the metal zipper off my pencil case. Metal bent.Gotta get new one. My insult quota has been filled And im DAM PISSED , I swear the next person that pisses me will get a fucking punch to the face. Freak ass gideon took my uniform when i was taking down notes. Told him , gimme back my uniform and DONT throw it. I got it back. Before that. He said. Randolph randolph. I started at him and Said what. He said Randolph is a noob. Freaking fReak ass. I said shut up lah then I went back to copying notes. Stupid Gideon arguing with hannah . Teacher is giving homework for revision and as usual everyone is being morons and saying stupid stuff to avoid it. Going to go for pe now. Now people are worrying about pe doing runs and maths test. Blah blah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time.10.06am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just came back from pe. Ran like siao for 3 rounds. 2.4km eh. My heart thumping irregularly and wanna faint. See bright dots in my vision. Dizzy and I laid down against the wall of the pe room. Boys went to assemble at the basket ball court to play basketball. Bob took the ball.everyone asking if he got teacher's permission.Girls rested in front of me. Blocking my view. I was too tired to move so i just laid there. Bob gave me his already broken glasses to look after. I must have looked really bad cause the teacher looked at me in the eye and said hey randolph you ok anot. i said yea just really dizzy. then she pulled me to the girls and told them to look after me. Then they all said yee beng look after me cause hes the only boy. I looked at him and he started grumbling then i pointed my middle finger at him. Girls started saying why i so moody then i walked around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then i sat outside canteen near the blue supports. To watch jin wai anton ena hannah and some other girls to play captain's ball. Ena was totally overpowered. The pe teacher suddenly blew her whistle , Then we assembled to the basket ball court to go back to class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way up the stairs was was moodly again then alvin was in my way. he said. Randolph.... suck cock. So i was pissed and punched him. hard. The punched me hard too but it slided from the middle of my chest to the right. Did not really ache so i ignored it. I shambled to my seat and shortly later the maths teacher came in and gave a lecture on how difficult the test was. Then now shes going through the answers. everyone in class is looking at the teacher but i dont know if their even paying attention. The teacher's getting annoyed by the questions one girl kept asking. The recess bell just rang. I modified the broken pen so its a mini-version of its former state. Im going for recess now. Log. out..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6379253621346768989-3619811323525683867?l=rainingdaysarechanging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6379253621346768989/posts/default/3619811323525683867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6379253621346768989/posts/default/3619811323525683867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rainingdaysarechanging.blogspot.com/2008/02/series-2.html' title='series 2'/><author><name>rainingdaysareachanging</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16155351587945314073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6379253621346768989.post-8541521321303903632</id><published>2008-02-26T22:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-02T01:09:00.088+08:00</updated><title type='text'>series 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Common test week 26/2/08 Time.12.16pm Tuesday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh,here I sit in class . I listen to my chinese teacer Ms Tao. Shes telling us how its not our fault we are bad in chinese cause we don't have enough influence. Okay, she finished that topic. She going back to going through the answers on the comprehension on the newspaper she made us cut out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, twenty minutes into class and i'm starting to get bored. Hurray... the boys around me talk a little before turning back to playing attention. I constantly look over my arm and note book to check if shes coming. Nope, she has her back on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh crap! Duck and cover!...............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay she did'nt see me, whew. I quickly highlighted the answers on the multible choice question with the answers on the visualier. Crap, she kept turning back. I curse myself silently for not remembering to do my work last night . 'But I was busy!' a voice in the back of my head said. Yeah, had to study with my text book and notes for the geography common test this morning. Ah, I did not have enough time to add me stuff. Crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay back now, just as i closed the book at the word crap, the teacher suddenly appeared in front of me. That was close. Okay now, been taking down alot of notes, yeah like the good student I am, heh, however 'even if i'm taking down notes, i'm still not paying attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, im so bored, but i'm listening now. Jing wei is sleeping on my right. Oh he just woke up. Nah, he went back to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the scribbling of the pens and the whispering of the people behind me. Well, im sitting in the front so every voice I hear is behind. Except for the teacher though. Shes repeating the notes with added infomation she knew. Talking on the letter writing. I turn my head occationally to look at the board to pretend i'm copying&lt;br /&gt;something. only can fool people whose looking at a glance, crap. Oh wait a minute, Jing Wei asked me for the time. After that he looked up at the class clock and I wondered why he did not look at the clock instead of asking me. So I looked up to see it was blocked by the speaker on the left. Why could they not put the clock in the middle?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6379253621346768989-8541521321303903632?l=rainingdaysarechanging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6379253621346768989/posts/default/8541521321303903632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6379253621346768989/posts/default/8541521321303903632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rainingdaysarechanging.blogspot.com/2008/02/series-1.html' title='series 1'/><author><name>rainingdaysareachanging</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16155351587945314073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6379253621346768989.post-1673550981422072359</id><published>2008-02-25T19:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-02T01:09:44.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lol chain mail</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lol this is a funny chain mail my friend sent me!^^ Quite funny, Read it but dont send it around pls. its annoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have no clue how many times I've gotten this..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my friend sent this to me!!!so could you please read it???I'm hoping to get a few back, I know I have some friends out there!&lt;br /&gt;Hi everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friend: calls your parents by mr. and mrs.&lt;br /&gt;Best friend: calls your parents dad and mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friend: has never seen you cry&lt;br /&gt;Best Friend: has always had the best shoulder to cry on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friend: never asks for anything to eat or drink&lt;br /&gt;Best friend: opens the fridge and makes herself at home ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friend: asks you to write down your number.&lt;br /&gt;Best friend : they ask you for their number ( cuz they can't remember it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friend: borrows your stuff for a few days then gives it back .&lt;br /&gt;Best friend: has a closet full of your stuff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friend: only knows a few things about you&lt;br /&gt;Best friend: could write a biography on your life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friend: will leave you behind if that is what the crowd is doing ?&lt;br /&gt;Best friend: will always go with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friend: would delete this letter&lt;br /&gt;Best friend: will send this back&lt;br /&gt;to me and all of their online buddies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends Forever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Written with a pen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sealed with a kiss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are my friend,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please answer this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are we friends or are we not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You told me once, but I forgot..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tell me now and tell me true,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I can say , I am here for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of all the friends I've ever met,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're the ones I won't forget..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if I die before you do,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll go to Heaven&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And wait for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Show your friends how much you care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Send this to everyone you consider a FRIEND( copy and paste), including the one who sent it to you. If it comes back to you, then you'll know you have a circle of friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok,Friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Send this to..............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1-2 people you are a Bad friend. Booo!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3-5 people you are an OK Friend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4-6 people you are a Good friend!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7+people you are a awesome friend 9+ ur best friend will fuck uupsidedown!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6379253621346768989-1673550981422072359?l=rainingdaysarechanging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6379253621346768989/posts/default/1673550981422072359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6379253621346768989/posts/default/1673550981422072359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rainingdaysarechanging.blogspot.com/2008/02/lol-chain-mail.html' title='Lol chain mail'/><author><name>rainingdaysareachanging</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16155351587945314073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6379253621346768989.post-5592684105598327952</id><published>2008-02-21T19:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-02T01:09:52.112+08:00</updated><title type='text'>School is boring</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Im bored! nothing much these whew days.class test i failed everything even if i study. so mind as well give up. bored. School sucks. teachers scould me for nothing. Im looking at the board then teacher said wake up. siao! Sigh, nothing good about life now. Ncc camp coming which is 7 days! crap. hmpth. Common tests tomorrow. Chinese comfirm fail de.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i look at you say yo you stare then ignore, wtf is this&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6379253621346768989-5592684105598327952?l=rainingdaysarechanging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6379253621346768989/posts/default/5592684105598327952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6379253621346768989/posts/default/5592684105598327952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rainingdaysarechanging.blogspot.com/2008/02/school-is-boring.html' title='School is boring'/><author><name>rainingdaysareachanging</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16155351587945314073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6379253621346768989.post-1262700201851494644</id><published>2008-02-11T22:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-02T01:10:15.664+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Disenchanted</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;MY CHEMICAL ROMANCE LYRICS&lt;br /&gt;"Disenchanted"&lt;br /&gt;Well I was there on the day&lt;br /&gt;They sold the cause for the queen,&lt;br /&gt;And when the lights all went out&lt;br /&gt;We watched our lives on the screen.&lt;br /&gt;I hate the ending myself,&lt;br /&gt;But it started with an alright scene.&lt;br /&gt;It was the roar of the crowd&lt;br /&gt;That gave me heartache to sing.&lt;br /&gt;It was a lie when they smiled&lt;br /&gt;And said, "you won't feel a thing"&lt;br /&gt;And as we ran from the cops&lt;br /&gt;We laughed so hard it would sting&lt;br /&gt;Yeah yeah, oh&lt;br /&gt;If I'm so wrong (so wrong, so wrong)&lt;br /&gt;How can you listen all night long? (night long, night long)&lt;br /&gt;Now will it matter after I'm gone?&lt;br /&gt;Because you never learn a goddamned thing.&lt;br /&gt;You're just a sad song with nothing to say&lt;br /&gt;About a life long wait for a hospital stay&lt;br /&gt;And if you think that I'm wrong,&lt;br /&gt;This never meant nothing to ya&lt;br /&gt;I spent my high school career&lt;br /&gt;Spit on and shoved to agree&lt;br /&gt;So I could watch all my heroes&lt;br /&gt;Sell a car on tv&lt;br /&gt;Bring out the old guillotine&lt;br /&gt;We'll show 'em what we all mean.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah yeah, oh&lt;br /&gt;If I'm so wrong (so wrong, so wrong)&lt;br /&gt;How can you listen all night long? (night long, night long)&lt;br /&gt;Now will it matter long after I'm gone?&lt;br /&gt;Because you never learn a goddamned thing.&lt;br /&gt;You're just a sad song with nothing to say&lt;br /&gt;About a life long wait for a hospital stay&lt;br /&gt;And if you think that I'm wrong,&lt;br /&gt;This never meant nothing to ya&lt;br /&gt;So go, go away, just go, run away.&lt;br /&gt;But where did you run to? And where did you hide?&lt;br /&gt;Go find another way, price you pay&lt;br /&gt;Woah, Woah, Woah, Woah, Woah, Woah&lt;br /&gt;You're just a sad song with nothing to say&lt;br /&gt;About a life long wait for a hospital stay&lt;br /&gt;And if you think that I'm wrong,&lt;br /&gt;This never meant nothing to ya, come on&lt;br /&gt;You're just a sad song with nothing to say&lt;br /&gt;About a life long wait for a hospital stay&lt;br /&gt;And if you think that I'm wrong,&lt;br /&gt;This never meant nothing to ya&lt;br /&gt;At all, at all, at all, at all&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6379253621346768989-1262700201851494644?l=rainingdaysarechanging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6379253621346768989/posts/default/1262700201851494644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6379253621346768989/posts/default/1262700201851494644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rainingdaysarechanging.blogspot.com/2008/02/disenchanted.html' title='Disenchanted'/><author><name>rainingdaysareachanging</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16155351587945314073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6379253621346768989.post-8949741062677164645</id><published>2008-02-11T22:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-02T01:10:27.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dead</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;MY CHEMICAL ROMANCE LYRICS&lt;br /&gt;"Dead!"&lt;br /&gt;Yeah!&lt;br /&gt;And if your heart stops beating&lt;br /&gt;I'll be here wondering&lt;br /&gt;Did you get what you deserve?&lt;br /&gt;The ending of your life&lt;br /&gt;And if you get to heaven&lt;br /&gt;I'll be here waiting, babe&lt;br /&gt;Did you get what you deserve?&lt;br /&gt;The end, and if your life won't wait&lt;br /&gt;Then your heart can't take this&lt;br /&gt;Have you heard the news that you're dead?&lt;br /&gt;No one ever had much nice to say&lt;br /&gt;I think they never liked you anyway&lt;br /&gt;Oh take me from the hospital bed&lt;br /&gt;Wouldn't it be grand? It ain't exactly what you planned.&lt;br /&gt;And wouldn't it be great If we were dead?&lt;br /&gt;Ohh dead.&lt;br /&gt;Tongue-tied and oh so squeamish&lt;br /&gt;You never fell in love&lt;br /&gt;Did you get what you deserve?&lt;br /&gt;The ending of your life&lt;br /&gt;And if you* get to heaven&lt;br /&gt;I'll be here waiting, babe&lt;br /&gt;Did you get what you deserve?&lt;br /&gt;The end, and if your life won't wait&lt;br /&gt;Then your heart can't take this&lt;br /&gt;Have you heard the news that you're dead?&lt;br /&gt;No one ever had much nice to say&lt;br /&gt;I think they never liked you anyway&lt;br /&gt;Oh take me from the hospital bed&lt;br /&gt;Wouldn't it be grand to take a pistol by the hand?&lt;br /&gt;And wouldn't it be great if we were dead?&lt;br /&gt;And in my honest observation&lt;br /&gt;During this operation&lt;br /&gt;Found a complication in your heart&lt;br /&gt;So long, 'Cause now you've got (now you've got)&lt;br /&gt;Maybe just two weeks to live&lt;br /&gt;Is that the most the both of you can give?&lt;br /&gt;One, two, one two three four!&lt;br /&gt;LA LA LA LA LA!&lt;br /&gt;LA LA LA LA LA LA!&lt;br /&gt;LA LA LA LA LA LA LA!&lt;br /&gt;Well come on,&lt;br /&gt;LA LA LA LA LA!&lt;br /&gt;LA LA LA LA LA LA!&lt;br /&gt;LA LA LA LA LA LA LA!&lt;br /&gt;Oh motherfucker,&lt;br /&gt;If life ain't just a joke (LA LA LA LA LA!)&lt;br /&gt;Then why are we laughing? (LA LA LA LA LA LA!)&lt;br /&gt;If life ain't just a joke (LA LA LA LA LA LA LA!)&lt;br /&gt;Then why are we laughing?&lt;br /&gt;If life ain't just a joke (LA LA LA LA LA!)&lt;br /&gt;Then why are we laughing? (LA LA LA LA LA LA!)&lt;br /&gt;If life ain't just a joke (LA LA LA LA LA LA LA!)&lt;br /&gt;Then why am I dead?&lt;br /&gt;DEAD!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6379253621346768989-8949741062677164645?l=rainingdaysarechanging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6379253621346768989/posts/default/8949741062677164645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6379253621346768989/posts/default/8949741062677164645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rainingdaysarechanging.blogspot.com/2008/02/dead.html' title='Dead'/><author><name>rainingdaysareachanging</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16155351587945314073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6379253621346768989.post-4044025859567446144</id><published>2008-02-09T23:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T15:48:19.677+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cant touch this.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sKJ29g524P4/R63BrJwsaeI/AAAAAAAAAG0/gSdynQsc8Mc/s1600-h/touch.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164997294762519010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sKJ29g524P4/R63BrJwsaeI/AAAAAAAAAG0/gSdynQsc8Mc/s400/touch.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CLICK ON THIS PICTURE PLEASE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6379253621346768989-4044025859567446144?l=rainingdaysarechanging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6379253621346768989/posts/default/4044025859567446144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6379253621346768989/posts/default/4044025859567446144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rainingdaysarechanging.blogspot.com/2008/02/cant-touch-this.html' title='cant touch this.'/><author><name>rainingdaysareachanging</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16155351587945314073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sKJ29g524P4/R63BrJwsaeI/AAAAAAAAAG0/gSdynQsc8Mc/s72-c/touch.gif' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6379253621346768989.post-2585032560737866333</id><published>2008-02-09T01:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T15:48:19.879+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chinese New year</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sKJ29g524P4/R6yY5XDlRrI/AAAAAAAAAGs/qmo7dznDX-k/s1600-h/DSC00428.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164670983896123058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sKJ29g524P4/R6yY5XDlRrI/AAAAAAAAAGs/qmo7dznDX-k/s320/DSC00428.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is only one of my ang baos ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay so its chinese new year !!! woot ! i got lots of ang bao. Use it to buy games ^^. Time Crisis 4 izzit? the latest one. haha. and maybe not guitar hero 3 , dont really like it. Haha, Cant wait to get it, Im gonna see the new steven something show. Zhou Xin Si. haha . on sunday. Okay so many ang baos so little time to open them all up. Wha haha. see ya all ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6379253621346768989-2585032560737866333?l=rainingdaysarechanging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6379253621346768989/posts/default/2585032560737866333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6379253621346768989/posts/default/2585032560737866333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rainingdaysarechanging.blogspot.com/2008/02/chinese-new-year.html' title='Chinese New year'/><author><name>rainingdaysareachanging</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16155351587945314073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sKJ29g524P4/R6yY5XDlRrI/AAAAAAAAAGs/qmo7dznDX-k/s72-c/DSC00428.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6379253621346768989.post-6246349060471636862</id><published>2008-02-09T01:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T15:48:20.217+08:00</updated><title type='text'>F*** you gideon</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sKJ29g524P4/R6yXA3DlRqI/AAAAAAAAAGk/woIAzCYtiZY/s1600-h/Gideon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164668913721886370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sKJ29g524P4/R6yXA3DlRqI/AAAAAAAAAGk/woIAzCYtiZY/s320/Gideon.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, so i really cant stand gideon anymore so here. F you gideon! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mua hahahahahaha. You're a dick in school and a retard... Lol..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6379253621346768989-6246349060471636862?l=rainingdaysarechanging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6379253621346768989/posts/default/6246349060471636862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6379253621346768989/posts/default/6246349060471636862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rainingdaysarechanging.blogspot.com/2008/02/f-you-gideon.html' title='F*** you gideon'/><author><name>rainingdaysareachanging</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16155351587945314073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sKJ29g524P4/R6yXA3DlRqI/AAAAAAAAAGk/woIAzCYtiZY/s72-c/Gideon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6379253621346768989.post-4805592740510026628</id><published>2008-02-02T22:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T15:48:23.261+08:00</updated><title type='text'>suicide attempt</title><content type='html'>Felt dam stupid and emo today so i did the luck game. ya know.Where the person uses a sharp thing to stab the parts between the fingers. Lol.. I did not work out as well. In the end I pierced the part between my pointer finger and my thumb. Hurt alot. I kinda made a sould between a scream and a yell. Good thing my mom was in the kitchen with the door closed. So yeah these few days sucked so hard that i had to do something. even if it was stupid. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sKJ29g524P4/R6SDVHDlRlI/AAAAAAAAAF8/hwNOD4yx1Yc/s1600-h/DSC00004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162395471567996498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sKJ29g524P4/R6SDVHDlRlI/AAAAAAAAAF8/hwNOD4yx1Yc/s320/DSC00004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sKJ29g524P4/R6SDVXDlRmI/AAAAAAAAAGE/1qzR3zfW_No/s1600-h/DSC00005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162395475862963810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sKJ29g524P4/R6SDVXDlRmI/AAAAAAAAAGE/1qzR3zfW_No/s320/DSC00005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sKJ29g524P4/R6SDVnDlRnI/AAAAAAAAAGM/ndnXS_xKZVI/s1600-h/DSC00006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162395480157931122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sKJ29g524P4/R6SDVnDlRnI/AAAAAAAAAGM/ndnXS_xKZVI/s320/DSC00006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sKJ29g524P4/R6SDVnDlRoI/AAAAAAAAAGU/ZjLmfBkB-Sc/s1600-h/DSC00007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162395480157931138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sKJ29g524P4/R6SDVnDlRoI/AAAAAAAAAGU/ZjLmfBkB-Sc/s320/DSC00007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sKJ29g524P4/R6SDWHDlRpI/AAAAAAAAAGc/CjdKMj_6-Ic/s1600-h/DSC00008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162395488747865746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sKJ29g524P4/R6SDWHDlRpI/AAAAAAAAAGc/CjdKMj_6-Ic/s320/DSC00008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This was the tool i used to poke. I cleaned the blood already. Dammed thing. Had the urge to throw it out the window but I was afraid that it'll hit some one ( lol...) or my mom will be suspisious. Hehe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6379253621346768989-4805592740510026628?l=rainingdaysarechanging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6379253621346768989/posts/default/4805592740510026628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6379253621346768989/posts/default/4805592740510026628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rainingdaysarechanging.blogspot.com/2008/02/suicide-attempt.html' title='suicide attempt'/><author><name>rainingdaysareachanging</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16155351587945314073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sKJ29g524P4/R6SDVHDlRlI/AAAAAAAAAF8/hwNOD4yx1Yc/s72-c/DSC00004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6379253621346768989.post-7329112364811733130</id><published>2008-01-30T21:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T15:48:23.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sKJ29g524P4/R6B9BXDlRjI/AAAAAAAAAFs/mfNhmaY1BeQ/s1600-h/bored..jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161262635288970802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sKJ29g524P4/R6B9BXDlRjI/AAAAAAAAAFs/mfNhmaY1BeQ/s320/bored..jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Bored.Sorry for not posting for soo long. Did not have the time ^^. Anyways. A lot of shit pretty much happened. Now i learnt to hate gideon alot for disturbing me and calling me names. yeap. life. Sucks. Then the school class test pretty much popped up in my face with out knowing. Cause i did not get the form. Thus , No preparations. Dont blame me. I blame me already. Yeap . Blamed me too many times. Im not me. Im RAndolph. Randolph and me is 2 different people. Heh. Anyways other than the tests. I made more progress with some one  ^^ and made plenty new friends. lemme try to name them all. Bob. Zhang Wei. Hui Ning. uhh. Whats-her-name..AHA zi yi. and uh. some other ppl whom i forgot the name. Sorry people! so anyways . Its weird . So many people know my name. And i dont even know them at all. Weird. Maybe im that (in)famous. Heh. So other words. the band ****ing **** up and its never gonnna happen. Woot. hurray. Dam angry and sad.but what to do. I already got the tution teacher for the guitar for me and jin chen. Heh Thus the picture below with my brand new guitar. Had my first lesson today. Dam my fingers hurt. the're all stretched and cutted. The metal strings are a pain in the ass to tune and strum. When i was turning the tuners to tune the guitar, I accidentally put my finger in the middle of all the metal strings and springs on the top there. Needless to say....****! My ****ing thumb! Well. i said nothing. but i was just looking at the thumb. Then it started to bleed. Youch. Peirced in 5 different places. that sucked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sKJ29g524P4/R6B9BnDlRkI/AAAAAAAAAF0/NCvZQUVekVQ/s1600-h/guitar..jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161262639583938114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sKJ29g524P4/R6B9BnDlRkI/AAAAAAAAAF0/NCvZQUVekVQ/s320/guitar..jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Anyways i learnt the basics of the guitar and had a fun time. I want to learn song as soon as possible but its difficult to even play one note.! I have to stretch my fingers in ridiculous places and press so hard, the imprints of the strings were in my fingertips. Then i gotta reach 3 different places or more. then strum properly. Dam. its not as easy as guitar hero after all. dammed thumb hurting now. youch. school sucks. i got a test and ting xie tomorrow. Needless to say, i did not study. AND IM DAMMED NOT GONNA STUDY FOR IT ! mua hahaha haa . if people ask why. I jus tell them. I really dunno. I just dont feel like doing anything anymore. Just want to surf the net and read stuff and organise my guild in my world of warcraft game. Sigh. life just sucks. Im not happy at all. The only thing that makes me happy is by being with my friends and going out or doing things together. I just miss the holidays. I tear, just thinking of everyone. my friends. my people. my group. I dont know why. they rather turn their backs to me and talk to their other friends. sigh. im not angry anymore. just. i want to give up. whers the white flag in life when you need it. bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6379253621346768989-7329112364811733130?l=rainingdaysarechanging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6379253621346768989/posts/default/7329112364811733130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6379253621346768989/posts/default/7329112364811733130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rainingdaysarechanging.blogspot.com/2008/01/bored.html' title=''/><author><name>rainingdaysareachanging</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16155351587945314073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sKJ29g524P4/R6B9BXDlRjI/AAAAAAAAAFs/mfNhmaY1BeQ/s72-c/bored..jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6379253621346768989.post-8087551958762772058</id><published>2008-01-15T23:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T15:48:23.867+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Emo boy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sKJ29g524P4/R43txmmua8I/AAAAAAAAAFk/XBK0RufI6hQ/s1600-h/Handsome+face.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156038584841432002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sKJ29g524P4/R43txmmua8I/AAAAAAAAAFk/XBK0RufI6hQ/s320/Handsome+face.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Feeling lonely and emo now. Dunno. I dunno what to do now. Feeling unloved. Feeling unmissed. Lonely. I love my song now. Feeling. some how its perfect for my feeling now. Lol. I think its because of my dear. I do not tell who she is. She is a perfect. perfection. Perfect perfection. Of the human mind and body. I love her. But the question is. Does she love me as i love her. I know some where in the back of my head this is just teen love. Crush.crushes. Hormones. All this can just go away. Im not sure how . Im also not sure when. All i know is all that im feeling. will go away. Some how this makes me feel sad. some how this makes me want to cry. some how. I think. I stop . I wonder about. will our relationship be over before it even started? I know not many people know. I love her. So she knows. but the big question is that. Does she know~? Know know i mean. Im worried she might not even feel the same way for me as i feel for her at all. Here i sit , by my self. on my chair . my corner. my domain. I read my blog. I think abou my friends. I think about my future. I cant stop thinking of her. I think it'll be the end of me. I think of the end. but It pains me. I dont want to think of the end of our relation ship together. Even if i know that eventually it'll come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways . I wore my hat all day today. i think it looks nice. so im putting on my hat even longer so the hair 'seeds' in my scalp will stay that way. Think it looks nice. Yeeah.I hate my life. My parents. everything. Night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6379253621346768989-8087551958762772058?l=rainingdaysarechanging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6379253621346768989/posts/default/8087551958762772058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6379253621346768989/posts/default/8087551958762772058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rainingdaysarechanging.blogspot.com/2008/01/emo-boy.html' title='Emo boy'/><author><name>rainingdaysareachanging</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16155351587945314073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sKJ29g524P4/R43txmmua8I/AAAAAAAAAFk/XBK0RufI6hQ/s72-c/Handsome+face.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6379253621346768989.post-3274111984564736403</id><published>2008-01-14T12:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-14T13:02:19.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'>School is a bore.</title><content type='html'>Yo all! still kinda bored. Im sick today so im not going to school today. My Ncc cca fair totally sucked, I did badly and in the end my segment got cut out. In the end i made up for it by making my video look good. I thought it sucked, Some people said its okay. In the end during the fair. It was'nt that bad. Woot! So the goal was to get 50 people. We managed to get 46. I was kinda sad by that. Then Mr Aw told me we did well. I hope so. Well i did get 10+ People my self. Heh. I even made them change ncc from 3rd choice to 1st and one of them changed their Choice from Soft ball to ncc,! heh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far school is kinda fine. This fast already and im behind homework!,LOL! Anyways school is fine apart from that. Anton half hugged me 2 times already. I love pe. Its fun with bob and ivan and zhang wei. their good at catching.  My friends are doing fine. My cca is doing fine. Every thing is normal.......Kinda sucks. Now that cca fair is over , i cant be ic anymore , so i cant yell at part bs anymore. heh. well theres gonna be the part As, Mua hahahahaha.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways i luv my dear lots.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6379253621346768989-3274111984564736403?l=rainingdaysarechanging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6379253621346768989/posts/default/3274111984564736403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6379253621346768989/posts/default/3274111984564736403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rainingdaysarechanging.blogspot.com/2008/01/school-is-bore.html' title='School is a bore.'/><author><name>rainingdaysareachanging</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16155351587945314073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6379253621346768989.post-8647378199303394353</id><published>2008-01-07T21:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-07T23:17:17.841+08:00</updated><title type='text'>School is tough.</title><content type='html'>So far school was a bored. I fought everytime a teacher drones to stay awake. Lol. how ever this is the first time i actually do all my work in class and pay attention etc. so i think its kinda weird. how ever im showing signs of waning so im starting to get lazy again. woot. anyways i got a new phone. freakin rocks. i put all my favourite songs into it. even if i dont really like the phone. i think its only good for playing music. Woot. and will it kill for anyone to tag my blog once in a while? I think im getting lesser and lesser viewers. Fatboy Slim rocks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you my dear, I have given you my heart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6379253621346768989-8647378199303394353?l=rainingdaysarechanging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6379253621346768989/posts/default/8647378199303394353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6379253621346768989/posts/default/8647378199303394353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rainingdaysarechanging.blogspot.com/2008/01/school-is-tough.html' title='School is tough.'/><author><name>rainingdaysareachanging</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16155351587945314073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6379253621346768989.post-6267469392402531267</id><published>2008-01-03T01:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-05T12:56:33.982+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FIRST DAY OF SCHOOL</title><content type='html'>Oh well. its the first day of school. It really felt weird. Was there a time when you ever just. in the middle of doing something. "woke" up? Then you look around you and its like everythings new. theres no memories. some how you just know everything. yeah the first day of school felt like that. Everythings new. new friends. new class. new form teacher. some position (notice board rep).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It really felt weird wearing the long pants. its like wearing really baggy shorts. I dont like the feel of the shorts already and dam it really feels hot in them. sweaty kind. anyways. people kept trying to pull them up. and the teachers with humour kept telling them to not show the girls our leg hair.... lol......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAm im getting attacked my a mozzie. .................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;Brbokay its gone. anyways here i sit , bored and playing pangya. I blame vincent for making me addicted. I have too many games to play. Im supposed to play them daily cause if i dont my guilds will kick me and i'll forget my friends. dammit. sigh. Missing my dear already. gonna ask her out soon again . yeah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6379253621346768989-6267469392402531267?l=rainingdaysarechanging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6379253621346768989/posts/default/6267469392402531267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6379253621346768989/posts/default/6267469392402531267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rainingdaysarechanging.blogspot.com/2008/01/first-day-of-school.html' title='FIRST DAY OF SCHOOL'/><author><name>rainingdaysareachanging</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16155351587945314073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6379253621346768989.post-7195448712812345364</id><published>2008-01-03T01:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T15:48:27.361+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My cousin's wedding</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sKJ29g524P4/R3vMkmmua7I/AAAAAAAAAFY/uxKQfkx285o/s1600-h/019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150935528038624178" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sKJ29g524P4/R3vMkmmua7I/AAAAAAAAAFY/uxKQfkx285o/s320/019.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Lol , the girls think i cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sKJ29g524P4/R3vMWmmua6I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/CRjX4s9V0yM/s1600-h/018.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sKJ29g524P4/R3vJmmmua1I/AAAAAAAAAEo/LvjzzvojNA4/s1600-h/010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150932263863479122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sKJ29g524P4/R3vJmmmua1I/AAAAAAAAAEo/LvjzzvojNA4/s320/010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Gwen. Lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sKJ29g524P4/R3vJm2mua2I/AAAAAAAAAEw/yhGzxvi2eY8/s1600-h/011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150932268158446434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sKJ29g524P4/R3vJm2mua2I/AAAAAAAAAEw/yhGzxvi2eY8/s320/011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is Wei Wei my other cousin. Cute hor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sKJ29g524P4/R3vJm2mua3I/AAAAAAAAAE4/XrknowVWmBM/s1600-h/012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150932268158446450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sKJ29g524P4/R3vJm2mua3I/AAAAAAAAAE4/XrknowVWmBM/s320/012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Tiffy posing for me while my other cousin walked pass. Lol.she chubby de&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sKJ29g524P4/R3vJnGmua4I/AAAAAAAAAFA/13lteNqk5vY/s1600-h/017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150932272453413762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sKJ29g524P4/R3vJnGmua4I/AAAAAAAAAFA/13lteNqk5vY/s320/017.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sKJ29g524P4/R3vJnGmua5I/AAAAAAAAAFI/OjwS88eWtw4/s1600-h/016.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My cousin Gwen, posing at a bamboo plant.. diao...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sKJ29g524P4/R3vIdmmuawI/AAAAAAAAAEA/sgdzNDVxQzI/s1600-h/005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150931009733028610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sKJ29g524P4/R3vIdmmuawI/AAAAAAAAAEA/sgdzNDVxQzI/s320/005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The kiss. With the popular face as the mc heh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sKJ29g524P4/R3vIeGmuaxI/AAAAAAAAAEI/U_UuC18wDNk/s1600-h/006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150931018322963218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sKJ29g524P4/R3vIeGmuaxI/AAAAAAAAAEI/U_UuC18wDNk/s320/006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My handsome cousin and his pretty wife. heh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sKJ29g524P4/R3vIeGmuayI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/x8jpBGN2ZWM/s1600-h/007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150931018322963234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sKJ29g524P4/R3vIeGmuayI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/x8jpBGN2ZWM/s320/007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Pretty cousin Ada. Bleh&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sKJ29g524P4/R3vIeWmuazI/AAAAAAAAAEY/j6JmvASpyQg/s1600-h/008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150931022617930546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sKJ29g524P4/R3vIeWmuazI/AAAAAAAAAEY/j6JmvASpyQg/s320/008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My chubby and cute cousin Tessie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sKJ29g524P4/R3vIemmua0I/AAAAAAAAAEg/iXePj_6dCUw/s1600-h/009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150931026912897858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sKJ29g524P4/R3vIemmua0I/AAAAAAAAAEg/iXePj_6dCUw/s320/009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My pretty cousin Peng peng.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;These are most of my cousins. All girls but one boy. Lol. Anyways when i got back home from school i went to bathe then went to the wedding. Yay. Lots of nice food and funny times,Heh. Because my cousin is Teochew so he went to the bride's house at 4 in the morning. You know. he gotta do those funny things. Like lick the cream from another guy's face. lol. pretty funny. My cousins all keep hugging me and taking pictures with me. Lol. I made my self look nice.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sKJ29g524P4/R3vMkmmua7I/AAAAAAAAAFY/uxKQfkx285o/s1600-h/019.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6379253621346768989-7195448712812345364?l=rainingdaysarechanging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6379253621346768989/posts/default/7195448712812345364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6379253621346768989/posts/default/7195448712812345364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rainingdaysarechanging.blogspot.com/2008/01/my-cousins-wedding.html' title='My cousin&apos;s wedding'/><author><name>rainingdaysareachanging</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16155351587945314073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sKJ29g524P4/R3vMkmmua7I/AAAAAAAAAFY/uxKQfkx285o/s72-c/019.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6379253621346768989.post-4175324811975455305</id><published>2008-01-01T18:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T15:48:27.742+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy new year</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sKJ29g524P4/R3og8mmuavI/AAAAAAAAAD4/fLb6tDaryas/s1600-h/RAn.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150465349378796274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 175px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 232px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="232" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sKJ29g524P4/R3og8mmuavI/AAAAAAAAAD4/fLb6tDaryas/s320/RAn.bmp" width="212" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy new year everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tis a new year of learning and experience! woo hoo! I love you all! woo hoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went out last night. Went with my friends Jin Chen Vincent tze yan josie and celine~.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had rocking great time playing catching. Heh , Im still the best at making turns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.00 I poured the champane. Everyone but me got drunk. Tze Yan was drunk before she even drank. After that we just sat around and talked. Aloy and 2 other guys came by and we talked. Then we did a funny thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We stood on top of the play ground and yelled to the flats around us. " 5.4.3.2.1. SORRY OUR CLOCK WRONG"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOl. Anyways i think my thinking was screwed and when the girls saw i rat, i ran at it and tried to kick it. Instead i kicked the bush while jumping and when i landed, i landed with my leg slanted. So i sprained my ankle. got a bruise on my knee cap and it kinda bled a little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon later , at 1.30 am . everyone went back home. I did something before hailing a taxi. My mom was at the esplanade. with my other uncles and aunts. from china. cause my grandad was a immigrant from china to make his fortune in singapore once. My cousin's wedding is jan the fourth so my uncles and aunts came to singapore to see the wedding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways when i got back home. i was so tired that i nearly fell asleep on the computer. So i took a quick shower and fell asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and this is a picture vincent took of me when i was eatting. jin chen edited it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6379253621346768989-4175324811975455305?l=rainingdaysarechanging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6379253621346768989/posts/default/4175324811975455305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6379253621346768989/posts/default/4175324811975455305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rainingdaysarechanging.blogspot.com/2008/01/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy new year'/><author><name>rainingdaysareachanging</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16155351587945314073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sKJ29g524P4/R3og8mmuavI/AAAAAAAAAD4/fLb6tDaryas/s72-c/RAn.bmp' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6379253621346768989.post-3168273247971779935</id><published>2007-12-31T03:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-31T03:21:52.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sad year a' passin'</title><content type='html'>I dont know why. Or maybe deep down I do. I feel sad. But not when im with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im a nervous pile of sadness and darkness solidified into one chunky human shape. I love my new blog's music. i really do. i  start to ponder . the holidays are over. im going to see old friends and make new ones. However, I just cant shake the feeling that im missing something. some one. i truly care about. ( well at least care about More cause i pretty much care about everyone around me) As I weave my story , I cant help but to. 'Rain' a little. I just dont know why. I just do. I cant help but feel. Some thing amiss in me. The jigsaw puzzle of my mind. Some where deep down , theres a peice . missing. Maybe im feeling down because of the person im a lovin' , maybe its because. im worried over some one. maybe its because. i just hate my life. Some times i just wonder if. if. i just dissapeared. will anyone notice. sure people will say , ' of course we do!' but after a few days , the're just back to their normal selves. i think i got it. I think im feeling underappreciated. maybe. How ever that will explain one of the things i crave " to receive smses and calls with out me nudging people to do so".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im can just dissapear. No one will know. I ever. existed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6379253621346768989-3168273247971779935?l=rainingdaysarechanging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6379253621346768989/posts/default/3168273247971779935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6379253621346768989/posts/default/3168273247971779935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rainingdaysarechanging.blogspot.com/2007/12/sad-year-passin.html' title='Sad year a&apos; passin&apos;'/><author><name>rainingdaysareachanging</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16155351587945314073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6379253621346768989.post-8764157931220239543</id><published>2007-12-30T20:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-30T20:20:24.597+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eve of the eve of the new year.</title><content type='html'>Well its the eve of the eve of the new year. Some how, many things happened this year. Im half supprised and sad. Im happy because of the acheivements that I have completed.  I am sad because of the many sad things that happened. I only wish. there was. my close friends. to be with me during this time. especially the person. currently . in my heart. 80% eh! If until now you still dont know , it means the game. Heh. remember now?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6379253621346768989-8764157931220239543?l=rainingdaysarechanging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6379253621346768989/posts/default/8764157931220239543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6379253621346768989/posts/default/8764157931220239543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rainingdaysarechanging.blogspot.com/2007/12/eve-of-eve-of-new-year.html' title='Eve of the eve of the new year.'/><author><name>rainingdaysareachanging</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16155351587945314073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6379253621346768989.post-554728445741912904</id><published>2007-12-29T20:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T15:48:30.812+08:00</updated><title type='text'>back from fencing.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sKJ29g524P4/R3ZHq2muarI/AAAAAAAAADY/Ev8ZnETARkA/s1600-h/DSC00401.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sKJ29g524P4/R3ZHq2muasI/AAAAAAAAADg/UBDsVmrh-kM/s1600-h/DSC00401.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149382025482758850" style="DISPLAY: block; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sKJ29g524P4/R3ZHPWmuamI/AAAAAAAAACw/TDJsKNALTng/s320/DSC00396.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sKJ29g524P4/R3ZHPmmuanI/AAAAAAAAAC4/tUtq14q0UIg/s1600-h/DSC00397.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149381557331323506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sKJ29g524P4/R3ZHPmmuanI/AAAAAAAAAC4/tUtq14q0UIg/s320/DSC00397.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sKJ29g524P4/R3ZHPmmuaoI/AAAAAAAAADA/kOOREI-tzt8/s1600-h/DSC00398.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149381557331323522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sKJ29g524P4/R3ZHPmmuaoI/AAAAAAAAADA/kOOREI-tzt8/s320/DSC00398.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sKJ29g524P4/R3ZHPmmuapI/AAAAAAAAADI/3lEL4X5obe4/s1600-h/DSC00399.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149381557331323538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sKJ29g524P4/R3ZHPmmuapI/AAAAAAAAADI/3lEL4X5obe4/s320/DSC00399.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sKJ29g524P4/R3ZHP2muaqI/AAAAAAAAADQ/SeZvhkp4diE/s1600-h/DSC00400.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149381561626290850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sKJ29g524P4/R3ZHP2muaqI/AAAAAAAAADQ/SeZvhkp4diE/s320/DSC00400.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sKJ29g524P4/R3ZG_GmuahI/AAAAAAAAACI/FF1rEV_eWoU/s1600-h/DSC00390.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149381273863481874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sKJ29g524P4/R3ZG_GmuahI/AAAAAAAAACI/FF1rEV_eWoU/s320/DSC00390.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sKJ29g524P4/R3ZG_WmuaiI/AAAAAAAAACQ/2TE-RfwAlLE/s1600-h/DSC00392.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149381278158449186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sKJ29g524P4/R3ZG_WmuaiI/AAAAAAAAACQ/2TE-RfwAlLE/s320/DSC00392.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sKJ29g524P4/R3ZG_WmuajI/AAAAAAAAACY/-Ko4ftFJ8r8/s1600-h/DSC00393.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149381278158449202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sKJ29g524P4/R3ZG_WmuajI/AAAAAAAAACY/-Ko4ftFJ8r8/s320/DSC00393.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sKJ29g524P4/R3ZG_mmuakI/AAAAAAAAACg/2KjEoflbYUc/s1600-h/DSC00394.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149381282453416514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sKJ29g524P4/R3ZG_mmuakI/AAAAAAAAACg/2KjEoflbYUc/s320/DSC00394.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sKJ29g524P4/R3ZG_mmualI/AAAAAAAAACo/D77nTLCFE0Y/s1600-h/DSC00395.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149381282453416530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sKJ29g524P4/R3ZG_mmualI/AAAAAAAAACo/D77nTLCFE0Y/s320/DSC00395.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hey yall im back from my fencing Here are some photos. These are of my class mates. 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href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=41ca45e7a612ee50&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6379253621346768989/posts/default/554728445741912904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6379253621346768989/posts/default/554728445741912904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rainingdaysarechanging.blogspot.com/2007/12/back-from-fencing.html' title='back from fencing.'/><author><name>rainingdaysareachanging</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16155351587945314073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sKJ29g524P4/R3ZHq2muasI/AAAAAAAAADg/UBDsVmrh-kM/s72-c/DSC00401.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6379253621346768989.post-5358895878607663852</id><published>2007-12-28T17:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-28T17:12:39.882+08:00</updated><title type='text'>AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!</title><content type='html'>BORED! I just came back from the meeting. Really bored. I missed a chance to do I know what with I know who at I know where! Just because of communication error! WAHH THE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Btw. Bec just told me his dog just bit his dick. Im laughing my butt off. He says it freaking hurts now. LOL. Getting rabies there.hahahahahah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6379253621346768989-5358895878607663852?l=rainingdaysarechanging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6379253621346768989/posts/default/5358895878607663852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6379253621346768989/posts/default/5358895878607663852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rainingdaysarechanging.blogspot.com/2007/12/aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah.html' title='AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!'/><author><name>rainingdaysareachanging</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16155351587945314073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6379253621346768989.post-4334815431817337572</id><published>2007-12-28T12:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T15:48:31.079+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Morning, or afternoon.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sKJ29g524P4/R3R_MWmuagI/AAAAAAAAACA/kpVGjpOi53s/s1600-h/full1159116339.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148880124194482690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sKJ29g524P4/R3R_MWmuagI/AAAAAAAAACA/kpVGjpOi53s/s320/full1159116339.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yawn. &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;Just woke up again. Well at least its not as late as yesterday. Im soo poofed.Could not sleep well after she talked to me. Kept having night mares. I want to make it up to you. PLease.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Later has Ncc meeting in school. 2 people not going so I gotta explain to Mr. Aw their stuff. They dont even know their stuff! How am I gonna explain! Darnit. Made the frame with the badges. Looks okay I guess . Used my old Ncc shirt that I made . Ended up showing the Ncc word. I was trying to move it some where else. Anyways im really bored, im gonna go play zombie master again, and try to survive. sigh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6379253621346768989-4334815431817337572?l=rainingdaysarechanging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6379253621346768989/posts/default/4334815431817337572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6379253621346768989/posts/default/4334815431817337572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rainingdaysarechanging.blogspot.com/2007/12/morning-or-afternoon.html' title='Morning, or afternoon.'/><author><name>rainingdaysareachanging</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16155351587945314073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sKJ29g524P4/R3R_MWmuagI/AAAAAAAAACA/kpVGjpOi53s/s72-c/full1159116339.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6379253621346768989.post-8617479591730823221</id><published>2007-12-27T23:31:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T15:48:31.094+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Heart Aches,</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sKJ29g524P4/R3PG0mmuafI/AAAAAAAAAB4/sTG-m0TIMVM/s1600-h/DSC00389.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sKJ29g524P4/R3PG0mmuafI/AAAAAAAAAB4/sTG-m0TIMVM/s320/DSC00389.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148677406033078770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Real bored. Been home all day. Thinking about some one. Sigh.Why is it so difficult. How I wish we can together for a long time. Sit together. Watch the sunset by the beach. Thinking about how fortunate it is. But however. This is but a wish. God has left it in my hands to make my wishes a reality and I can tell, Its not going to be a easy task.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6379253621346768989-8617479591730823221?l=rainingdaysarechanging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6379253621346768989/posts/default/8617479591730823221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6379253621346768989/posts/default/8617479591730823221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rainingdaysarechanging.blogspot.com/2007/12/heart-aches.html' title='Heart Aches,'/><author><name>rainingdaysareachanging</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16155351587945314073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sKJ29g524P4/R3PG0mmuafI/AAAAAAAAAB4/sTG-m0TIMVM/s72-c/DSC00389.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6379253621346768989.post-769619927727480609</id><published>2007-12-27T18:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T15:48:31.368+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cool screen shots i made</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sKJ29g524P4/R3N8cWmuaeI/AAAAAAAAABo/sU3EYAkCjwQ/s1600-h/cs_assault0007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148595625560795618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sKJ29g524P4/R3N8cWmuaeI/AAAAAAAAABo/sU3EYAkCjwQ/s320/cs_assault0007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Betrayers shall be Dealt with! Mua ha hahahah. Note the burning corpses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sKJ29g524P4/R3N8CWmuadI/AAAAAAAAABg/_PAzU_9RbIs/s1600-h/cs_assault0009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148595178884196818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sKJ29g524P4/R3N8CWmuadI/AAAAAAAAABg/_PAzU_9RbIs/s320/cs_assault0009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Head Shot. I made this screen shot by moving and posing the ragdolls. I had to use the painting tool to paint all the blood. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6379253621346768989-769619927727480609?l=rainingdaysarechanging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6379253621346768989/posts/default/769619927727480609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6379253621346768989/posts/default/769619927727480609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rainingdaysarechanging.blogspot.com/2007/12/cool-screen-shots-i-made.html' title='Cool screen shots i made'/><author><name>rainingdaysareachanging</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16155351587945314073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sKJ29g524P4/R3N8cWmuaeI/AAAAAAAAABo/sU3EYAkCjwQ/s72-c/cs_assault0007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6379253621346768989.post-8826293615471691299</id><published>2007-12-27T17:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T15:48:31.735+08:00</updated><title type='text'>part 2 of how ZOMBIES ROCK</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sKJ29g524P4/R3N2RmmuacI/AAAAAAAAABY/jg4OU11j4Ts/s1600-h/gm_construct0020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148588843807435202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sKJ29g524P4/R3N2RmmuacI/AAAAAAAAABY/jg4OU11j4Ts/s320/gm_construct0020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is one of the screen shots I took while playing my game, I spawned a hell lot of zombies and one living human. It was hell funny watching him run till he was cornered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6379253621346768989-8826293615471691299?l=rainingdaysarechanging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6379253621346768989/posts/default/8826293615471691299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6379253621346768989/posts/default/8826293615471691299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rainingdaysarechanging.blogspot.com/2007/12/part-2-of-how-zombies-rock.html' title='part 2 of how ZOMBIES ROCK'/><author><name>rainingdaysareachanging</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16155351587945314073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sKJ29g524P4/R3N2RmmuacI/AAAAAAAAABY/jg4OU11j4Ts/s72-c/gm_construct0020.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6379253621346768989.post-2532160755378631721</id><published>2007-12-27T17:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T15:48:32.185+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Zombie games rock</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sKJ29g524P4/R3NyYmmuabI/AAAAAAAAABQ/MdY2w149hDs/s1600-h/full1159116373.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148584566020008370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sKJ29g524P4/R3NyYmmuabI/AAAAAAAAABQ/MdY2w149hDs/s320/full1159116373.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;        Survive the mayhem or unrelenting waves of zombies.!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love gory bloody and awesome zombie games. woo hoo. Dead rising. Dawn of the dead. Night of the dead. Zombie master. Zombie mayhem&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6379253621346768989-2532160755378631721?l=rainingdaysarechanging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6379253621346768989/posts/default/2532160755378631721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6379253621346768989/posts/default/2532160755378631721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rainingdaysarechanging.blogspot.com/2007/12/zombie-games-rock.html' title='Zombie games rock'/><author><name>rainingdaysareachanging</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16155351587945314073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sKJ29g524P4/R3NyYmmuabI/AAAAAAAAABQ/MdY2w149hDs/s72-c/full1159116373.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6379253621346768989.post-1773912622245934361</id><published>2007-12-27T17:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-27T18:50:52.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mr T World of warcraft</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="290" height="230" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-eda33e693934a3a6" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v5.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Deda33e693934a3a6%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331464269%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7FCFC9F07E49EA027DB264E67461C90910D64147.2C91D64B49031821055F13C352099C9376E2710E%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Deda33e693934a3a6%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D9wRuEDQQ3scl0QdxtYuxKcHEerE&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="290" height="230" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v5.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Deda33e693934a3a6%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331464269%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7FCFC9F07E49EA027DB264E67461C90910D64147.2C91D64B49031821055F13C352099C9376E2710E%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Deda33e693934a3a6%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D9wRuEDQQ3scl0QdxtYuxKcHEerE&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;Mr T is back fool! Yeah I found this video while surfing the World Of Warcraft game website and thought it was very funny . So I just had to show people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6379253621346768989-1773912622245934361?l=rainingdaysarechanging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=eda33e693934a3a6&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6379253621346768989/posts/default/1773912622245934361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6379253621346768989/posts/default/1773912622245934361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rainingdaysarechanging.blogspot.com/2007/12/mr-t-world-of-warcraft.html' title='Mr T World of warcraft'/><author><name>rainingdaysareachanging</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16155351587945314073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6379253621346768989.post-5918121456067111447</id><published>2007-12-27T16:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T15:48:32.547+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Omg I over slept!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sKJ29g524P4/R3NoK2muaaI/AAAAAAAAABI/biXhF2j-bg8/s1600-h/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148573334680529314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sKJ29g524P4/R3NoK2muaaI/AAAAAAAAABI/biXhF2j-bg8/s200/3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I dont know how I did it but hey, I done it. I woke up at 4 pm. Im officially lazy. It cant be the fact I went to sleep at 5 plus. Cause I went to sleep at 4 two days ago and I woke up at 10 am. Then there was the time I went to sleep at 7 am and I woke up at 2 pm. heh . Im like garfield. His rule is to sleep through the morning. Anyways im still tired and woozy so im really not thinking straight. I wanna play some more zombie games. Any one want any cristmas presents? Please tell me in the taggin box, Price must be 10dollars and below. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6379253621346768989-5918121456067111447?l=rainingdaysarechanging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6379253621346768989/posts/default/5918121456067111447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6379253621346768989/posts/default/5918121456067111447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rainingdaysarechanging.blogspot.com/2007/12/omg-i-over-slept.html' title='Omg I over slept!'/><author><name>rainingdaysareachanging</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16155351587945314073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sKJ29g524P4/R3NoK2muaaI/AAAAAAAAABI/biXhF2j-bg8/s72-c/3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6379253621346768989.post-8149717245422837511</id><published>2007-12-27T05:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T15:48:32.559+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Can't.............sleep.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sKJ29g524P4/R3LC_WmuaZI/AAAAAAAAABA/A2SWGnlXEgI/s1600-h/sad.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its 5.04 am ,,,I still cant sleep. I totally updated my blog. Only need to ask Charlene or Aloysious to help me move the text body to the left and up a little. I even added a video. I love this song. Dont feel good now. Heart hurts a wee bit. Thinking of my love one but ... theres too much to think of. Does she pity, or love me. She doesn't love me so how do I make her love me. Thats a toughie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6379253621346768989-8149717245422837511?l=rainingdaysarechanging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6379253621346768989/posts/default/8149717245422837511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6379253621346768989/posts/default/8149717245422837511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rainingdaysarechanging.blogspot.com/2007/12/cantsleep.html' title='Can&apos;t.............sleep.....'/><author><name>rainingdaysareachanging</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16155351587945314073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6379253621346768989.post-7826938404869881006</id><published>2007-12-27T01:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-27T02:14:22.801+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Story of the day</title><content type='html'>Okay since this is new, I shall explain. I will make up a story and put it on the blog. One everyday, since im making it up as I go, bear with it.Any hoo lets continue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The story of the boy and peanut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It shall be written in the view of the boy, thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dawn Broke, and he awoke. Noticing the amout of drool on his pillow, he decided to turn it over. He went back to his shallow sleep and had wonderous dreams.  He dreamt he was in a shopping center. One that was not ordinary. He squeezed the tiny nerve tissue that was in his head and thought. As sudden as a cat getting hit by a car, he noticed. All the shops sold or were related to peanuts.Shop selling peanut costumes and shops selling peanut juice. Shops selling peanut food and shops selling peanut toys. At this point he was amazed. Looking around , he also noticed another strange thing. There were no people. There were only peanuts the size of a toddler with rubbery looking arms and legs. With no ears or mouths of noses what so ever, all they had were hair on their heads . Some where also carrying hand bags on their shoulder(or their body like a strap as they had no shoulders) Some were wearing hats and costumes like police outfits and uniforms from resturants. The boy was bewildered in this strange world and he did not like this one bit. He began to panic. Not exackly the best thing to do when you're the only living humaniod (or peanut-oid) around. He screamed and ran around, knocking into many peanut people along the way, attracting their attention. As he curled in a corner, they began to creep closer to him. Making noises that you'll hear when you shake a peanut. He stared blankly and closed his eyes and prayed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whump! " Ouch ! Watta ****! " The boy awoke, he had fell off his bed.  He looked around as he sat up, still drousy from his long slumber. Everything was the same, he thought. He got up , open the door, and went downstairs. He looked around to his surroundings, everything was normal. He was in the hall way , looking into the kitchen ,his mother was in human form and was making breakfast. He looked into the living room and saw his other sibling and father watching the morning news. " 'bout time you woke up!" The girl smirked. " Yes son, any lazier and you'll slip into a coma." His father remarked from the cover of his newspaper. The boy sighed in relief and went to wash up, he was meeting his friends for breakfast that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey there, you're late!" A boy said, " Yeah, you're late, again." A girl sighed. The boy 's 2 friends were his best ones. The girl's parents were Bio-medical scientists and the boy's parents were farmers, only by some werid reason did they become friends. " Can we go to my house for a min? My dad told me to pick up something." The boy in the dusty long jeans and checked shirt told them.  "Sure." They said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ayup, these are the speciments you needed, " the farmer told the girl as she sat down. "Your parents called me to pass these to you so you could give it to them." "Thanks !" The girl said as she and her friends went pass the door......................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part 2 coming out tomorrow, kinda tired. 2.13 am. I want to play some games, kill some zombies.. Be back later&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6379253621346768989-7826938404869881006?l=rainingdaysarechanging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6379253621346768989/posts/default/7826938404869881006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6379253621346768989/posts/default/7826938404869881006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rainingdaysarechanging.blogspot.com/2007/12/story-of-day.html' title='Story of the day'/><author><name>rainingdaysareachanging</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16155351587945314073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6379253621346768989.post-7731986608095020769</id><published>2007-12-27T00:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-27T00:52:16.027+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun music</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;							&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;object height='290' width='300'&gt;&lt;param value='http://media.imeem.com/pl/jtj1rogBk_/aus=false/' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;param value='transparent' name='wmode'/&gt;&lt;embed wmode='transparent' height='290' width='300' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://media.imeem.com/pl/jtj1rogBk_/aus=false/'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;WOo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;						&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6379253621346768989-7731986608095020769?l=rainingdaysarechanging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6379253621346768989/posts/default/7731986608095020769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6379253621346768989/posts/default/7731986608095020769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rainingdaysarechanging.blogspot.com/2007/12/fun-music.html' title='Fun music'/><author><name>rainingdaysareachanging</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16155351587945314073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6379253621346768989.post-8121119029193289670</id><published>2007-12-27T00:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T15:48:32.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fire burns</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sKJ29g524P4/R3KCW2muaXI/AAAAAAAAAAw/oK0xfCvCCqY/s1600-h/IMG_1047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148320653164570994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sKJ29g524P4/R3KCW2muaXI/AAAAAAAAAAw/oK0xfCvCCqY/s320/IMG_1047.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I like to play with fire. Especially with the fire liquid. heh. Any hoo. I played for quite a while. Burning stuff is fun. Its like a flower moving with the wind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6379253621346768989-8121119029193289670?l=rainingdaysarechanging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6379253621346768989/posts/default/8121119029193289670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6379253621346768989/posts/default/8121119029193289670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rainingdaysarechanging.blogspot.com/2007/12/fire-burns.html' title='Fire burns'/><author><name>rainingdaysareachanging</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16155351587945314073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sKJ29g524P4/R3KCW2muaXI/AAAAAAAAAAw/oK0xfCvCCqY/s72-c/IMG_1047.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6379253621346768989.post-4221555608427220326</id><published>2007-12-26T23:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T15:48:33.091+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tired and lonely.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sKJ29g524P4/R3Jt_2muaWI/AAAAAAAAAAo/WJVyZf-hKV4/s1600-h/Bubble.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148298267795024226" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sKJ29g524P4/R3Jt_2muaWI/AAAAAAAAAAo/WJVyZf-hKV4/s320/Bubble.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay I just got back home and im.....tired and lonely!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Real bored.Prob' gonna go play some more zombie games. When I get some screen shots , i'll post them.Maybe some photos of zombies strip dancing. heh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The pain thy fragile heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6379253621346768989-4221555608427220326?l=rainingdaysarechanging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6379253621346768989/posts/default/4221555608427220326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6379253621346768989/posts/default/4221555608427220326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rainingdaysarechanging.blogspot.com/2007/12/tired-and-lonely.html' title='Tired and lonely.'/><author><name>rainingdaysareachanging</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16155351587945314073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sKJ29g524P4/R3Jt_2muaWI/AAAAAAAAAAo/WJVyZf-hKV4/s72-c/Bubble.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6379253621346768989.post-5841275052971603312</id><published>2007-12-26T14:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T15:48:33.577+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lunch time</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sKJ29g524P4/R3IDq2muaVI/AAAAAAAAAAg/awWgYf3BOEI/s1600-h/food.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148181358785227090" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sKJ29g524P4/R3IDq2muaVI/AAAAAAAAAAg/awWgYf3BOEI/s320/food.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;EAting lunch now, home alone. Mom went out to malaysia so im bored. gotta make my own brunch.So bored. Wish some one was here...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6379253621346768989-5841275052971603312?l=rainingdaysarechanging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6379253621346768989/posts/default/5841275052971603312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6379253621346768989/posts/default/5841275052971603312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rainingdaysarechanging.blogspot.com/2007/12/lunch-time.html' title='Lunch time'/><author><name>rainingdaysareachanging</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16155351587945314073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sKJ29g524P4/R3IDq2muaVI/AAAAAAAAAAg/awWgYf3BOEI/s72-c/food.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6379253621346768989.post-4645933963128608815</id><published>2007-12-26T02:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T15:48:33.761+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Today is the day.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sKJ29g524P4/R3FId2muaUI/AAAAAAAAAAY/UyUGpfKcT2A/s1600-h/Picture+022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147975526772533570" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 179px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 132px" height="127" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sKJ29g524P4/R3FId2muaUI/AAAAAAAAAAY/UyUGpfKcT2A/s320/Picture+022.jpg" width="168" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hiya this is me right now,2.14am and im kinda tired. Many things on my mind so I really need a blog to put them all down before my brain explodes!&lt;br /&gt;So in other words if theres anything that sucks, please tell me. But no lousy comments. No one likes that. Heh so welcome.Ps thanks to aloysius for helping me make the blog!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6379253621346768989-4645933963128608815?l=rainingdaysarechanging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6379253621346768989/posts/default/4645933963128608815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6379253621346768989/posts/default/4645933963128608815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rainingdaysarechanging.blogspot.com/2007/12/today-is-day.html' title='Today is the day.'/><author><name>rainingdaysareachanging</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16155351587945314073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sKJ29g524P4/R3FId2muaUI/AAAAAAAAAAY/UyUGpfKcT2A/s72-c/Picture+022.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6379253621346768989.post-1885094512506144003</id><published>2007-12-25T19:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-25T19:24:01.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas</title><content type='html'>Merry X'mas&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6379253621346768989-1885094512506144003?l=rainingdaysarechanging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6379253621346768989/posts/default/1885094512506144003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6379253621346768989/posts/default/1885094512506144003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rainingdaysarechanging.blogspot.com/2007/12/christmas.html' title='Christmas'/><author><name>rainingdaysareachanging</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16155351587945314073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
