<?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-8398638</id><updated>2011-09-05T01:03:49.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Story</title><subtitle type='html'>If you can't accept what I write, 2 words for you. Fuck off.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daigooro.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8398638/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daigooro.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8398638/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>T-BoNe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12437401365012668519</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>343</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8398638.post-114313393228281981</id><published>2006-03-24T01:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T15:33:24.914+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Bye</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4334/551/1600/bestbuds%202.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4334/551/320/bestbuds%202.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;无法忘记2006年,我们这一班&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8398638-114313393228281981?l=daigooro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daigooro.blogspot.com/feeds/114313393228281981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8398638&amp;postID=114313393228281981' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8398638/posts/default/114313393228281981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8398638/posts/default/114313393228281981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daigooro.blogspot.com/2006/03/good-bye_24.html' title='Good Bye'/><author><name>T-BoNe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12437401365012668519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8398638.post-114312938067053515</id><published>2006-03-23T23:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T15:33:24.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The World That Never Was</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;All that has a beginning, has an end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, I bring to you the beginning. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c195/marvinchua/MeandJinLiang3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can I forget him? My very first friend in cckss. I remember the first time I saw him, I was like, woah, this guy is huge. I even called him Da Zhi De. Haha, everyday when we went home, we took the same bus bahx, 185. I can also take 989 de, but than Jin liang would ask me to take 185 with him bah, so we can have someone for company mah. So slowly, he became my best friend in school le. Although in sec 2 we had some differences, but than those differences dissolve le. And to this day onwards, Jin Liang would always be my best friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c195/marvinchua/MeandMAo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very vulgar friend. Tough and macho on the outside, but sensitive and sweet in the inside. Joseph's a friend that I really trust and believe in. He's the nicest maple friend I got and the one that I trust my password to. He always seems to act bo-chup on the outside, but actually he's caring about you. Hehe, guess that's what many girls look in a man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c195/marvinchua/MeKuanZhenJonHon.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kuanzhen is a lame shit guy that always types slowly in msn. And always ask people to spam while playing dota and he never spams himself. But he's always there for you although sometimes he would act like he don't care, but in actual fact, he really does. Thanks for everything my good friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bong is the president of Taiwan. Cannot anyhow say if not will get bomb by him. All I can say is thanks for walking down the road with me bahx. All of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c195/marvinchua/MeandXiaoLun.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, I've forgotten about how I even known this friend. All I can remember is that he suddenly appeared in my life and viola! I can't have him out of it. The number 1 person I'll run to when there's a problem. But most of the time he's not there for me. Busy person with lots of friends, due to him being such a good one himself. I view him as a role model and someone that I want to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c195/marvinchua/IMG_1465.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another guy I knew during my lower secondary days. Kui Yang was not that familar with my bahx, he was part of the back-row guy during our 1.7, 2.7 days. I always called him Nick that time cause I don't know his name! Haha, that was like 2 years ago and he's still using the same nick! His easy going and friendly, always there to lame shit with you de. Thanks for being there for me, although most of the time I didn't find u la. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c195/marvinchua/MeandChinyang.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinyang!!! The second friend I meet during my sec 1 days. He, jianqin and me used to call dominac MMM, Mushmollow man! Haha! And than he would always say, "prepare to recieve my lawer's letter". So funny de this guy. He's very easy going and lame, joking and making people smile is what he does best. But now he's in JC le, lets hope we can keep in contact bahx good friend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c195/marvinchua/MeandShiying.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woots! Chinyang's stead. Pretty right!? I also thought she's very pretty the first time I saw her in lower secondary. I also thought that all pretty girls will have attitude problem de, and really! She got abit of AP lah, but then she's very nice to her friends. Now I also don't know where's she le, think she got posted to polytechnic, so all the best gal!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c195/marvinchua/MeandPerjun.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Piggy Jun! She's the class monitress during sec 1, very nice and innocent girl. Hardworking, caring, nice and approachable. The only fault I see in her is that she's too naive! Very easy to get bluff de wor! But no scare, she's got excellent friends with her that would watch her back. Take care hor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c195/marvinchua/Meandlinsin.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lisin, the nicest girl-friend I can ever have bahx. She never gets angry with me de. Once I remember I hit her head pretty hard and cause her to hit back bahx, than we had a fight and Miss Aupa`aw was there and scolded both of us. Caused her to cry somemore sia! She's sometimes reckless and stubborn, displayed during her leadership roles in CO. But she's a friend I'll never forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c195/marvinchua/P6150023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simin, a girl that plays an important role during sec 2 to 3. The reason, don't really need to mention bahx. She's famous for her laughter, never failing to bring joy upon people's faces. She's in JC right now so lets hope all the best for her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c195/marvinchua/Chrispin.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's the best listening in my msn list. The best adviser in my msn list. The only one that has the courage to pusuit her own dreams in my msn list. Need I say more about her?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c195/marvinchua/MeandYim.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I known her through CO bahx, all those backstabbing and gossiping forged a friendship between us. She's nice and mature, a good balanced between a friend and an older sister. I always look for her if I've any problems that requires advice and she's always there to provide me with the answers I need. Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c195/marvinchua/MeandYeelee.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeelee! I know her from CO, remember she stills thinks I'm someone that can talk very fast and suitable to be a lawer. Sorry lah, I'm dumb cannot enter law. So sorry to let you down Gong Zhu. Haha, talking to her in Msn very ma fan de, cause she got so many emo-icons that practically flooding the entire conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c195/marvinchua/MeandLiyong.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats our prom queen ok!? Pretty, elegant, and all those qualitys of all the girls I mention above. Li yong has them all. A very good friend of mine, and would always be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c195/marvinchua/IMG_1463.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yihong, a girl that I'm not that familar with. I known her through Lunyi de. But she's like all other girls, approachable and friendly. Her smile is different from others and she's always alluring that aura around her that makes her so special. Erm, I also don't know what I saying sia! Haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c195/marvinchua/Class4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, my sec3 to 4 class. How can I forget about them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With it all said and done, I herby end this post and my blogging career. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Good bye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8398638-114312938067053515?l=daigooro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daigooro.blogspot.com/feeds/114312938067053515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8398638&amp;postID=114312938067053515' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8398638/posts/default/114312938067053515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8398638/posts/default/114312938067053515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daigooro.blogspot.com/2006/03/world-that-never-was.html' title='The World That Never Was'/><author><name>T-BoNe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12437401365012668519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8398638.post-114258262421222436</id><published>2006-03-17T15:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T15:33:24.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'>These days of living hell.</title><content type='html'>After days of being fucked up by various polys, nights of argue-ing with parents and resulting in me leaving the hse and always ending up in Limbang area. I decided to post an entry with all my feelings inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JAE Posting&lt;br /&gt;Name: Marvin Chua&lt;br /&gt;Course: Information Technology in Ngee Ann Poly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Putting IT as my number 8 choice is the WORSE mistake that I have ever made in my entire life. I totally didn't understand why I choose this course in the first place! The only thing I can remember is that because it allows you to branch out to other courses that's why it's "cool". FUCK IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And than, I went to appeal for BIO in NP. Of course, with a L1R4 of 14, why didn't I get in? I believe that's the question in many's mind. I submit my appeal for BIO assuming I am a 14-pointer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT NO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On one night, I was lying there and thinking. THAN IT STRUCK ME. HARD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY L1R4 DIDN'T INCLUDE MY SCIENCE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCK IT! I SUBMIT MY APPEAL THAN I REALISED IT. WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS!?!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, I have dropped in rank and become a 16 pointer. GREAT. I wasted my only appeal in NP. And to think I ONLY APPEAL IN NP. I should have done what others did and went to NYP, SP, TP, RP blah blah blah to appeal to ALL of them. GREAT. Marvin U screwed YOURSELF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But heng, RP still allows appeals. So I appeal to RP's BIO loh. FUCK IT, DUN COMMENT ON HOW SUCKY RP IS. I KNOW HOW LOUSY RP IS, BUT I WANT THAT DAMN CERT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now, I got that enrollment package, and I have to pay to NP. But I dunno if my appeal to RP or NP is successful ornot. Thats the point. And everytime I discuss this issue with my parents, IT ALWAYS END UP IN A DAMN QUARREL AND ME LEAVING THE FUCKTARD HOUSES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAMN IT, I'M FUCKINGLY PISSED WITH MY RESULTS AND ALL YOU CAN DO IS NAG? F YOU. GOD DAMN IT, FUCK YOU. MY FUTURE IS ON THE LINE AND ALL YOU CAN SAY IS, IT IS GOOD, CAN DO ALOT OF THINGS IN THE FUTURE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With all due respect for IT, I don't deny it being a lousy course. But I DO NOT FUCKINGLY WANT TO STICK TO A COURSE THAT I'M NOT INTERESTED IN FOR THREE DAMN LONG YEARS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now, I stand here. With absolutely no idea of how my future will be. Fuck it. I feel like committing suicide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this message is to those Jc - wanna - bes - that - got - rejected - by - their - dream - JC - and - apply - to - poly - to - snatch - poly - places students. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GO TO HELL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Yes, I'm refering to a particular 9 pointer person that I talk to during my trip to NP to appeal for BIO. And that person is ALSO applying for BIO because AJC, or SAJC or smth didn't grant a place. And because Innova gave a place and you didn't want to take it so you come snatch poly places lah!? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;2 more words to wrap up this extremely conversational entry. To those Jc - wanna - bes - that - got - rejected - by - their - dream -JC - and - apply - to - poly - to - snatch - poly - places students.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;FUCK OFF AND DIE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&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/8398638-114258262421222436?l=daigooro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daigooro.blogspot.com/feeds/114258262421222436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8398638&amp;postID=114258262421222436' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8398638/posts/default/114258262421222436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8398638/posts/default/114258262421222436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daigooro.blogspot.com/2006/03/these-days-of-living-hell.html' title='These days of living hell.'/><author><name>T-BoNe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12437401365012668519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8398638.post-114249513978321923</id><published>2006-03-16T15:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T15:33:24.218+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How To Make You Mad In 12 Easy Steps</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Step 1: Think of something that you wanna do, BADLY.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Step 2: Tell yourself that you cannot do it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Step 3: Constantly wanna do that thing that you wanna do BADLY.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Step 4: KEEP telling yourself that you cannot do it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Step 5: You cannot tell anyone about it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Step 6: Start getting angry.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Step 7: Repeat steps 3 and 4.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Step 8: Continue being angry, and realise the only thing you can be angry at is YOURSELF.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Step 9: Tell yourself to sleep, hoping that everything will be fine after that.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Step 10: Cry.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Step 11: Sleep.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Step 12: Wake up and realise you are still fucked up and stupid.&lt;/p&gt;Easy right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8398638-114249513978321923?l=daigooro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daigooro.blogspot.com/feeds/114249513978321923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8398638&amp;postID=114249513978321923' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8398638/posts/default/114249513978321923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8398638/posts/default/114249513978321923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daigooro.blogspot.com/2006/03/how-to-make-you-mad-in-12-easy-steps.html' title='How To Make You Mad In 12 Easy Steps'/><author><name>T-BoNe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12437401365012668519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8398638.post-114236510243086034</id><published>2006-03-15T03:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T15:33:24.045+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the end.</title><content type='html'>kuan zhen called on 12.00.00am to wish me a happy birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mao sms me at 2.17am to wish me a happy birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;liang msn me at 11.25pm to wish me a happy birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bong msn me at 10.24pm to wish me a happy birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pins msn me at 1.14am to wish me happy birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eehwa sms me at 12.16am to wish me happy birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;simin sms me at 1.34pm to wish me happy birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been 24 hours and my birthday's over. Where's your greeting?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of all those worries about a bloody appeal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you're not giving me an opportunity to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the fuck is it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I appeal for BIO in NP and RP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shut it. DON'T COMMENT ON HOW LOUSY RP IS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want that damn cert and no one is going to stop me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one will in the past, in the present and in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want what I want, when I want, where I want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I'm selfish, pampered brat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck off. To all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: If my BIO appeal fail at NP, I think I gonna appeal ECE. Don't know lah. Considering. =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8398638-114236510243086034?l=daigooro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daigooro.blogspot.com/feeds/114236510243086034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8398638&amp;postID=114236510243086034' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8398638/posts/default/114236510243086034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8398638/posts/default/114236510243086034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daigooro.blogspot.com/2006/03/end.html' title='the end.'/><author><name>T-BoNe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12437401365012668519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8398638.post-114232192704179397</id><published>2006-03-14T15:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T15:33:23.839+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy birthday to me...</title><content type='html'>happy birthday to me,&lt;br /&gt;happy birthday to me,&lt;br /&gt;happy birthday to marvin,&lt;br /&gt;happy birthday to me....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate this years birthday. And to think you forgot about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am really mean nothing in your eyes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8398638-114232192704179397?l=daigooro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daigooro.blogspot.com/feeds/114232192704179397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8398638&amp;postID=114232192704179397' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8398638/posts/default/114232192704179397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8398638/posts/default/114232192704179397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daigooro.blogspot.com/2006/03/happy-birthday-to-me.html' title='Happy birthday to me...'/><author><name>T-BoNe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12437401365012668519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8398638.post-114224286447180238</id><published>2006-03-13T17:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T15:33:23.707+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2morrow is my birthday</title><content type='html'>March 14th. Which is tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And its my birthday. &lt;em&gt;wooooooooooooooo~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But seriously, I don't really have any special feelings about it. After all, I'm stressed up. Over my appeal, my family problems. 2 of the things that affects my future alot. I'm just tired over everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hais, all I want for my birthday is the course I want and my family to be happy. That's all I want. Is it too much to ask for?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8398638-114224286447180238?l=daigooro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daigooro.blogspot.com/feeds/114224286447180238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8398638&amp;postID=114224286447180238' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8398638/posts/default/114224286447180238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8398638/posts/default/114224286447180238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daigooro.blogspot.com/2006/03/2morrow-is-my-birthday.html' title='2morrow is my birthday'/><author><name>T-BoNe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12437401365012668519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8398638.post-114199414443026464</id><published>2006-03-10T20:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T15:33:23.551+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hais..</title><content type='html'>i'm so depress over my appeal into ngee ann poly's biotechnology course. I got 14, and the cut off point was 14. Hais.. Post well wishes in the tagboard pls. I need all the good karma i can get. =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Curses will be deleted. =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8398638-114199414443026464?l=daigooro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daigooro.blogspot.com/feeds/114199414443026464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8398638&amp;postID=114199414443026464' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8398638/posts/default/114199414443026464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8398638/posts/default/114199414443026464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daigooro.blogspot.com/2006/03/hais.html' title='hais..'/><author><name>T-BoNe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12437401365012668519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8398638.post-114079453148047931</id><published>2006-02-24T23:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T15:33:23.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hais, I thought today would be a good day...</title><content type='html'>I went to meet anton for lunch today, celebrate his birthday. So we arranged to meet at 12.30 de, but because anton wanted to watch spiderman. -.- Than ok loh, we meet at 1pm, but I late sia! Got something happen at home so I was late by 10minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to eat Suki Sushi, surprise right? Cause anton wanted to try sushi so ok loh, its his birthday mah. So we went inside and eat. We didn't eat the buffet one cause expensive lei. I ordered Tempura Ramen while he ordered Salmon bento. We also took alot of sushi from the conveyer belt lah. It was fun, for a while I forgot about all the stuffs happening inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Than after that I went to buy some stuff and went home le. I got this feeling that if I online something bad will happen. And than it was true loh. Hais, I now feeling very down lah, hope that things would get better.. Take care you guys.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8398638-114079453148047931?l=daigooro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daigooro.blogspot.com/feeds/114079453148047931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8398638&amp;postID=114079453148047931' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8398638/posts/default/114079453148047931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8398638/posts/default/114079453148047931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daigooro.blogspot.com/2006/02/hais-i-thought-today-would-be-good-day.html' title='Hais, I thought today would be a good day...'/><author><name>T-BoNe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12437401365012668519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8398638.post-114070419339914439</id><published>2006-02-23T22:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T15:33:23.038+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Argh!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Why my connection always lag de! Wtf loh. ZzZZzZzZZzzz.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a tough time sleeping last night cause I don't know why, I just couldn't fall asleep. I walk around the house, stare at my fish, walk around the house, stare at my fish and blah blah blah.. You get the idea. Than finally at around 3am, I managed to fall asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And guess what? I woke up at 1pm. Than I just wash up and pack my rooms loh, clearing all my secondary books and photos, class lists and files. SO MANY CAN? Sian dao...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok lah, I think I stop here. Chatting with Weijie and he so god damn lame. Tomorrow going out with anton celebrate his early birthday. Bbuai.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8398638-114070419339914439?l=daigooro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daigooro.blogspot.com/feeds/114070419339914439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8398638&amp;postID=114070419339914439' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8398638/posts/default/114070419339914439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8398638/posts/default/114070419339914439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daigooro.blogspot.com/2006/02/argh.html' title='Argh!!!!!!'/><author><name>T-BoNe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12437401365012668519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8398638.post-114054135534943341</id><published>2006-02-22T01:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T15:33:22.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm happy to say</title><content type='html'>that I have the most supportive mum anyone would ever have and I love her very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you mum.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8398638-114054135534943341?l=daigooro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daigooro.blogspot.com/feeds/114054135534943341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8398638&amp;postID=114054135534943341' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8398638/posts/default/114054135534943341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8398638/posts/default/114054135534943341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daigooro.blogspot.com/2006/02/im-happy-to-say.html' title='I&apos;m happy to say'/><author><name>T-BoNe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12437401365012668519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8398638.post-114044156275217849</id><published>2006-02-20T21:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T15:33:22.732+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 01 - Peaceful</title><content type='html'>Well, today I decided to not play maplestory at all. I kind of lost interest in it already. Imagine, a cleric can only fight undead monsters. And the monsters available for me to fight are zombie mushroom and zombie lupins. And I have to fight over 5000+ just for me to level up! Can you imagine how boring it is? ZzZzZzZz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to meet mum for lunch today at Jurong point. Ate fish and Co. Damn big serving at that place and the pricing is just nice. Hmm, I'm thinking of treating Lunyi a meal for his birthday. So all's left is to confirm a date with him. Lets hope all goes well. =D Ohya, I have their Cheif's Recommandation - Seafood in a patter. It was marvellous. - creme de la creme- Is it spelled this way? =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I chatted with some people(s) and to say the truth, I was feeling kind of weird. Tere's this feeling inside that tingers around me whenever I have conversation with people. Fear? Suspicious? I don't know, and I don't intend to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok lah, I need to go le. Dunno why today I feel so tiried. -Yawns- Oh ya, before I forgot, HAPPY 17TH BIRTHDAY YI HONG!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8398638-114044156275217849?l=daigooro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daigooro.blogspot.com/feeds/114044156275217849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8398638&amp;postID=114044156275217849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8398638/posts/default/114044156275217849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8398638/posts/default/114044156275217849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daigooro.blogspot.com/2006/02/day-01-peaceful.html' title='Day 01 - Peaceful'/><author><name>T-BoNe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12437401365012668519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8398638.post-114035219802536388</id><published>2006-02-19T20:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T15:33:22.552+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm back, but in a quiet fashion</title><content type='html'>Hi, I'm back to blogging. But those that deleted me from their links, please do not link back. I wanted to blog for myself, so that I'm able to have an outlet to expression my frustrations and emotions. Not so much of wanting to have an audience. So please don't tell people that I'm back can? I want to have minimum people reading as possible. Thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well life has been very very enriching for me. I'm definately not the same marvin le. I lost friends, and people has told me how sucky I am. Their words has effected me to such an extend that I comtemplated of leaving Singapore to reflect on myself. But my mum didn't allowed me to, reasons being that its rather impossible that I would travel alone and the expenses would be high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angela told me that the reason why people didn't wanted me to go out with them is because no one likes party-crashers. I didn't know that I'm such a person, but since she said that, I guess it's true. I wonder if I'm able to change but than again I also don't know. I just hope that when I go poly, I can make new friends and start afresh. Hopefully I can keep on to the friendship and be a better person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, there's something I would like to share.. You see, I play maplestory. And recently my account got hacked. And the funny thing is, the hacker choosed to only take one item, which is the most valuable item that I have. This lead me to think that it's one of my friends that took it, not a hacker that hacks into my account. My password is known between me, joseph, kuanzhen, jinhon and keehan. But I don't suspect them. They are my friends, why would they do something like that? But I started to question myself, is it due to my attitude that makes them want to hack my account and do that? Maybe I have un-intentionally offended them like what I always do. I don't know, seriously I don't know. They are really good friends and I don't want to lose their important friendship. But than again, I've been losing friends after friends after friends. And this is only explainable by the fact that the problem lies with me, so I guess I have to start changing if not all my remaining friend(s) would be gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hack issue really bothered me cause of the problem of trust started to appear. I trust them all with even my life cause they are what I deem as my "best friends". I don't know about them viewing about me cause basically I didn't really ask. And I would never dare to ask right now. I'm just afraid to lose them as friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I guess I've to start changing if not I would lose all friends. Lets just hope that all would turn out fine. Cause I'm very, very emotionally tired over the constant losing of friends. Well with an ending note, I give you this poem, not written by me though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;My heart beats fast with anger&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Hatred pulses through my veins&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Would everyone just stop lying to me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I'm sick of all your games&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Everything that mattered before&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Is now worthless in my mind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Words are naught but meaningless chatter&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;With no trust in them to find&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;"Always" is impossible&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And "never" is no more&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;As much as I hate to do it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I have to close the door&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Friendship now means nothing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;For it simply cannot last&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Darkness is now enclosing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The hope that's fading fast&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Shut up and don't talk to me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Your words have caused me too much pain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And you might as well forget about "us"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;For I now regard you with disdain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a very meaningful poem to me. Take care all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8398638-114035219802536388?l=daigooro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daigooro.blogspot.com/feeds/114035219802536388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8398638&amp;postID=114035219802536388' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8398638/posts/default/114035219802536388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8398638/posts/default/114035219802536388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daigooro.blogspot.com/2006/02/im-back-but-in-quiet-fashion.html' title='I&apos;m back, but in a quiet fashion'/><author><name>T-BoNe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12437401365012668519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8398638.post-113817115455024994</id><published>2006-01-25T14:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T15:33:22.445+08:00</updated><title type='text'>when I post a chinese entry, somethings gonna be wrong.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;以前，我常说，自杀的人很苯，因为为什么他们有那个勇气自杀，但没有那个勇气站起来，继续活下去？&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;我终于明白为什么。&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;因为当你真正感觉到痛的时候，那种痛，会让你痛不欲生。&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8398638-113817115455024994?l=daigooro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daigooro.blogspot.com/feeds/113817115455024994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8398638&amp;postID=113817115455024994' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8398638/posts/default/113817115455024994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8398638/posts/default/113817115455024994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daigooro.blogspot.com/2006/01/when-i-post-chinese-entry-somethings.html' title='when I post a chinese entry, somethings gonna be wrong.'/><author><name>T-BoNe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12437401365012668519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8398638.post-113816121568351837</id><published>2006-01-25T11:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T15:33:22.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Measure of a Man</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;If one day you discover him&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Broken down he's lost everything&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No cars, no fancy clothes to make him who he's not&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The woman at his side is all that he has got&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Why do you ask him move heaven and earth&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To prove his love has worth?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Would he walk on water&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Would he run through fire&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Would he stand before you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When it's down to the wire&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Would he give his life up &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To be all he can&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Is that, is that, is that how you measure a man?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If by chance all he had to give you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Was three words wrapped around your finger&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Would that be deep enough at the end of every day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And how will you ever know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If a man is what he says?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Why do you ask him to move heaven and earth&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To prove his love has worth&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Would he walk on water&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Would he run through fire&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Would he stand before you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When it's down to the wire&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Would he give his life up to be all he can&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Is that, is that, is that how you measure a man?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He never gives up Lets go of his dream&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;His world goes around for his one true belief&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Is that how you know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Is that what it means?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Would he walk on water&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Would he run through fire&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Would he stand before you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Would he will be your anchor when the dark unfolds&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Would he always love you the best that he knows?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Would he give his life up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To be all that he can&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Is that, is that, is that how you measure a man?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8398638-113816121568351837?l=daigooro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daigooro.blogspot.com/feeds/113816121568351837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8398638&amp;postID=113816121568351837' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8398638/posts/default/113816121568351837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8398638/posts/default/113816121568351837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daigooro.blogspot.com/2006/01/measure-of-man.html' title='Measure of a Man'/><author><name>T-BoNe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12437401365012668519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8398638.post-113811477937061587</id><published>2006-01-24T22:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T15:33:22.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'>And I thought I finally got what I wanted,</title><content type='html'>it always gets taken away from me at the very, very, very last minute. It always happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Home is a place where everyone can find comfort in. A place where you rest and recharge your batteries. A place where it's all right to shed tears. A place where it's all right to be yourself. A place where it's all right to tell your secrets. A place where it's all right to think that it would never leave your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;BUT MY HOME ISN'T.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My home isn't all that I quote. My home isn't a place where I can find comfort. It doesn't allow me to rest and recharge. It's not all right to cry in it. It constricts me. It doesnt allow me to tell my secrets out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired. I am. I'm sick of the days where I shout at the top of my voice and slam the door and leave the house. I'm sick of the time where my parents scold me. I'm sick of all the things they say. I'm sick of myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when I finally thought that I have finally gotten people to recognize my existance, I was wrong. They didn't. They just used me. Thats all. Used me to find jobs. Used me to call. Used me. I hate it. I want to tell them what I think and listen to what they have to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'll never have the courage to do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;`Its that how you measure a man?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8398638-113811477937061587?l=daigooro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daigooro.blogspot.com/feeds/113811477937061587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8398638&amp;postID=113811477937061587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8398638/posts/default/113811477937061587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8398638/posts/default/113811477937061587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daigooro.blogspot.com/2006/01/and-i-thought-i-finally-got-what-i.html' title='And I thought I finally got what I wanted,'/><author><name>T-BoNe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12437401365012668519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8398638.post-113791238283768094</id><published>2006-01-22T14:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T15:33:22.024+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The irony of life</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;The one whom you love the most, turns out to be the one whom you hate the most.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The one who can stop you from crying, turns out to be the one who makes you cry the hardest.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The one who feeds you, turns out to be the one who makes you go hungry.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The one who brings you up to heavens with love, turns out to be the one to smash you to the cold hard earth, shattering you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The one who makes you believe that there is such a thing called true love, turns out to be the one to convince you that there is no such thing as love.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The one who used to understand you the most, turns out to be the one who don't understand you at all in the end.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The one whom you feel that you understand the most, turns out to be a complete stranger in the end.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The one who assures you that with love, you can cross any obstacles, turns out to be the one who throws the hurdles at you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The one who is supposed to be there for you when you are down, turns out to be the one who is causing you to be down.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I can think of so much more, but things come flooding again and I have to force myself to stop, because it is starting to get too painful all over again.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yes, I'm refering to someone. And theres no need to identify who is it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8398638-113791238283768094?l=daigooro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daigooro.blogspot.com/feeds/113791238283768094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8398638&amp;postID=113791238283768094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8398638/posts/default/113791238283768094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8398638/posts/default/113791238283768094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daigooro.blogspot.com/2006/01/irony-of-life.html' title='The irony of life'/><author><name>T-BoNe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12437401365012668519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8398638.post-113735004984643932</id><published>2006-01-16T02:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T15:33:21.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Closing of a new chapter</title><content type='html'>I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NOT.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TOMORROW!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes ladies and gentlemen. Marvin has officially joined the unemployed-teenagers-that-spents-his-time-playing-maplestory-at-home-while-other-sec4-are-working club. Well, I worked for about 4 days and I can say it has taught me ALOT of things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met extremely stupid customers, extremely barbaric ones, extremely moronic ones and extremely nice ones. So many people from different walks of life. And all i saw in the short span of 4 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most I miss is my friends. Marigold boy, Tigerbeer kor, and calsberg kor. They certainly watch over me like what older brothers do and taught me so many things. It was sad to think that I might not have a chance to see them in the future. But I can say that they rocks my socks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, as you can see the time here, its kind of late so I'm gonna stop this entry here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;*PS: I wrote this entry for angela so I had to finish it before going to bed. Sorry to keep u waiting gal but i really gonna go to bed. Having interview for another job tomorrow. Ciaoz~*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8398638-113735004984643932?l=daigooro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daigooro.blogspot.com/feeds/113735004984643932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8398638&amp;postID=113735004984643932' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8398638/posts/default/113735004984643932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8398638/posts/default/113735004984643932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daigooro.blogspot.com/2006/01/closing-of-new-chapter.html' title='The Closing of a new chapter'/><author><name>T-BoNe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12437401365012668519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8398638.post-113673572293014853</id><published>2006-01-08T23:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T15:33:21.707+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The unfolding of a new chpt</title><content type='html'>I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TOMORROW!!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WAH, I tell you guys hor, I damn nervous eh. What if no one want to buy from me, will I still get my bonus pay? Sian loh, I go calculate, the maximum I can earn is $1173. WTF!?!?!? So low I can buy what fark!Never mind the pay, I just hope I can at least meet someone that is near my age, prefer female =D, so I can go for lunch with. HAHA! Than like that I will not lonely mah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These days, there's alot of deaths around me. Most of them is due to cancer. Suddenly I realised how fragile life is. Like what that host from Project Runway always say, " One day you're in, the other you're out. " So real loh! I guess that's growing up bahx. People die loh, like it or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm having trouble sleeping lei, most of the nights I sleep at around 4am. Dunno what;s wrong with me also, I just cannot lie down on my bed loh. The moment I lie down I will anyhow think le. And got alot of times I just sit up and pull my knees near and cry. Raining day mah, will have more tendency to cry one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also think I'm getting paranoid loh. Alot of times I think Mao they all don't like me ah. Than I go ask they say no. Is it I too paranoid or they don't want tell me? I hope its the first bahx, cause I don't think I did anything wrong. They really very good group of friends, so don't want lose their friendship bahx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One last thing, Lunlun so mean loh! Today he ask me go Bukit Gombak the MRT station return his mp3, than raining loh! I walk lei, from CDANS to Gombak MRT. Got 1.2km de hor! Than he still sms me ask " still got how long? " SO MEAN RITE!? Didn't think I walk will fall down de or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, I abit crapping lah. Ok lah, must stop le, tomorrow going work. See ya guys at my workplace! Buai buai!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8398638-113673572293014853?l=daigooro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daigooro.blogspot.com/feeds/113673572293014853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8398638&amp;postID=113673572293014853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8398638/posts/default/113673572293014853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8398638/posts/default/113673572293014853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daigooro.blogspot.com/2006/01/unfolding-of-new-chpt.html' title='The unfolding of a new chpt'/><author><name>T-BoNe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12437401365012668519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8398638.post-113655448687835736</id><published>2006-01-06T21:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T15:33:21.414+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What a Joke</title><content type='html'>I blog-hop through some friend's blogs and managed to hop to 2 few past associates of mine. I look through their entries and my eye shifted to the "Links" part. Guess what? I'm not linked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No I am not trying to say that they should link me. And than I went to view a friendster's profile for a organization that I used to be in. There's a very nice video presentation, which I really admired cause I would never learn how to make such videos. Than I watched through the enitre video and I see &lt;strong&gt;NO SIGHT&lt;/strong&gt; of me. Such a organization.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, enough of the past stuffs. The O-Levels 2oo5 results would be released in mid-feb!! Gosh, I'm so scared of me not getting good enough results. How ah? If I get 30 points how? Cannot go JC or Poly lei.. If go ITE I might as well go die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I going to start work soon le. 9 January at westmall. Come find me hor, and I can give you free samples of F &amp; N drinks! Got alot lei, got coke, coke lime, grape, apple, lemonade blah blah blah.. Than hor, if you buy more then $25 worth of drinks, I can give you one bag! But hor, the bag very er xin one. WUHAHAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After working, than collect results.. Than will go other places le. Shi Zhang Mei You Bu Shan De Wan Xi. Everyone will come and go. One day I will forget Jin Liang and someone else will take over. One day I will forget Lunlun and someone else will take over. One day I will forget Xiao Mao and someone will take over. Like it or not, there's only an extent that we can "keep in contact". Sooner or later, everyone would be living their own lifes and forgetting the past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will the jokes we made now be funny after 10 years? Will we meet and play lan after 10 years? Will we discuss about how to spent money after 10 years? Will we even meet after 10 years?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such questions are inside our minds but no one wants to think about it. Seriously who wants to. Secondary school is just a evolving point in our livetime. This is the price for growing up. And everyone have too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I been wondering, is my deterioration of friendship between those in the past due to me? At first I really thinks that its because of other reasons from the surrounding. But maybe its because of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to &lt;strong&gt;Lunlun, &lt;/strong&gt;I just listened to Y.E.S 93.3, Jia Hui says that if we love someone, we should always tell them. Don't thinks that the girl knows your feelings for her, cause hor, maybe she's waiting for you to tell her &lt;strong&gt;I LOVE YOU&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I shouldn't give Lunlun advice in love bahx. Cause overall, I think I'm an utter failure in relationships. Friendships, Kinships, Love. All I also suck at. Guess maybe I am really destined to be alone. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok lah, I stop here le. Next time got stuff to say than say bahx. Buai buai!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*If people from the organization that I mentioned above are unhappy about what I said, FUCK OFF. This is my blog and my thinking. You are jolly well write about your thoughts in your own blog. I do not FUCKINGLY care.*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8398638-113655448687835736?l=daigooro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daigooro.blogspot.com/feeds/113655448687835736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8398638&amp;postID=113655448687835736' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8398638/posts/default/113655448687835736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8398638/posts/default/113655448687835736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daigooro.blogspot.com/2006/01/what-joke.html' title='What a Joke'/><author><name>T-BoNe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12437401365012668519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8398638.post-113566904589418107</id><published>2005-12-27T15:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T15:33:21.288+08:00</updated><title type='text'>aftermath!</title><content type='html'>this days are nothing short of a roller coaster ride for me. So many stuff happening, one following another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided that now, if I happen to blog, I would write down the person's name, as in so that I would not just give that person a symbol so represent him. I find it kind of meaning that I'm avoiding the person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea, first up.. I have to admit that theres problems between me and lunlun's friendship. There always been problems anyway.. So, i was really wondering that all this stuff is caused by my actions or its just fate? I really don't know.. All I know is that I dont wanna lose this important friendship..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And speaking of friendship, Jin Liang and I dun seems to be that close anymore. Well, during the searching of jobs, he didnt really helped me like we promised to. He always choosed to ask people to go for job interviews with him, but its just like 1 or 2? I understand that maybe having more people going with him would jeopatise his chances of being employed, but I also asked him if he wanted a job when I found one. I even asked my friends along, i didnt really cared whenther it would affect my chances.. Well, its not really his fault coz i dun really placed much importance on money, i cant say the same for him too. So, i just hope we're still friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and another thing, is that jinliang loves to organse outings and leave me out of it. its like, wtf? i tot we are best friends? lets take monday for instance, he invite ppl to watch nadia and i remember that i was with him when we first saw the trailer for it. and we both agreed that we would watch this show together. and now he conviently left me out. haiz, maybe he got his reasons but at least let me know rite? i dun even think we are best friends now. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uh, i think i should stop now. buai buai!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8398638-113566904589418107?l=daigooro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daigooro.blogspot.com/feeds/113566904589418107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8398638&amp;postID=113566904589418107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8398638/posts/default/113566904589418107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8398638/posts/default/113566904589418107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daigooro.blogspot.com/2005/12/aftermath.html' title='aftermath!'/><author><name>T-BoNe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12437401365012668519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8398638.post-113455924365386690</id><published>2005-12-14T19:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T15:33:21.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'>long time no post</title><content type='html'>well, after practically no one noticing my come-back, i decided to shift my lazy ass to my table front and blog a good entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so many things happen after prom eh, many until i cannot believe. Well, i going to get a job soon so wish me good luck. cya guys soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8398638-113455924365386690?l=daigooro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daigooro.blogspot.com/feeds/113455924365386690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8398638&amp;postID=113455924365386690' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8398638/posts/default/113455924365386690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8398638/posts/default/113455924365386690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daigooro.blogspot.com/2005/12/long-time-no-post.html' title='long time no post'/><author><name>T-BoNe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12437401365012668519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8398638.post-113428200866464032</id><published>2005-12-11T14:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T15:33:20.992+08:00</updated><title type='text'>decision</title><content type='html'>after walking aimlessly through the holidays, i got lost on the road of life. Lolx. I got a bunch of excellent friends now, friends that accept me the way I talk, the way my actions are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't be mistaken please, benjamin and their gang were excellent friends, no doubt. But guess my personality and their just don't match so yea, i think its better this way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i'm back to blogging. so look forward to my post!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8398638-113428200866464032?l=daigooro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daigooro.blogspot.com/feeds/113428200866464032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8398638&amp;postID=113428200866464032' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8398638/posts/default/113428200866464032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8398638/posts/default/113428200866464032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daigooro.blogspot.com/2005/12/decision.html' title='decision'/><author><name>T-BoNe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12437401365012668519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8398638.post-113363996746801363</id><published>2005-12-04T03:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T15:33:20.798+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to post pictures.</title><content type='html'>Haha, here i am typing this stupid bloody entry after my prom. Now the time is 4am in the stupid morning. When i get home i'll post the pictures. Very nice de lei.. See ya guys soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till than, i need sleep~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;`Big`Bear`DaigooRo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8398638-113363996746801363?l=daigooro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daigooro.blogspot.com/feeds/113363996746801363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8398638&amp;postID=113363996746801363' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8398638/posts/default/113363996746801363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8398638/posts/default/113363996746801363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daigooro.blogspot.com/2005/12/back-to-post-pictures.html' title='Back to post pictures.'/><author><name>T-BoNe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12437401365012668519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8398638.post-113315719831002687</id><published>2005-11-28T13:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T15:33:20.639+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm done</title><content type='html'>I done with blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I simply don't have that motivation to blog anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I'm stopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for those that support and reads my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8398638-113315719831002687?l=daigooro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daigooro.blogspot.com/feeds/113315719831002687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8398638&amp;postID=113315719831002687' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8398638/posts/default/113315719831002687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8398638/posts/default/113315719831002687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daigooro.blogspot.com/2005/11/im-done.html' title='I&apos;m done'/><author><name>T-BoNe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12437401365012668519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8398638.post-113283022527081857</id><published>2005-11-24T18:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T15:33:19.725+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't want to say this but..</title><content type='html'>You think Prisoner of Azkaban was bad. But sadly, Goblet of Fire was FAR worst.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie DIDN'T follow the story, the character's potrayed was NOT what the book did, the plot was NOT according to the GOD DAMN BOOK! What the hell! Is it soooooooooo hard to make Dumbledore gentle and nice? HUH?! HUH?! Why do you have to make Dumbledore some kind of mafia that goes around almost strangling Harry Potter when he got into the Triwizard Competition!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And why, is Vickor Krum's bloodly eyes NOT grey!? HUH! And why is Beauxbatons potrayed as a school where the girls are so horny? Walking 3 steps and going "ahhhhh" like they got some kind of organism? And what's your problem making Durmstrang's boys student so violent! And WHY IS VICKOR KRUM'S UNIFORM BLOODY BROWN!? It's suppose to be RED LAH NA BEI!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Sirius didn't talk to Harry Potter before the annoncement of the first task, he spoke to harry after he learn about dragons being the first task. Sirius even suggested using a Conjunctivitus curse. And harry repeated Acio Firebolt 3 times, not mentioning the Hungarian Horntail DIDN'T NOT snap it's chain and flew after Harry Potter!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the Avada Kedavra's curse is certainly not pronouce as Abra Cadabra! U make it sounds like its those childish words. And most importantly, where in the fuck is WINKY and DOBBY!!!! And during the Priori Incantatem Scene, aka the reverse spell effect, Voldermort and Harry were suppose to FLOAT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scenes that are over fast, they drag (dragon scene, Harry brought the dragon on a Tour-de-Hogwarts; bathing scene, made a big fuss about Moaning Myrtle flirting with Harry). Scenes that are supposed to go slow and build your tension, they make it over in a bit (waiting for other champions to come, while in lake).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forget it, Goblet of Fire was disappointing. Very. Very. Disappointing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8398638-113283022527081857?l=daigooro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daigooro.blogspot.com/feeds/113283022527081857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8398638&amp;postID=113283022527081857' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8398638/posts/default/113283022527081857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8398638/posts/default/113283022527081857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daigooro.blogspot.com/2005/11/i-dont-want-to-say-this-but.html' title='I don&apos;t want to say this but..'/><author><name>T-BoNe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12437401365012668519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8398638.post-113275685497373534</id><published>2005-11-23T22:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T15:33:19.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'>YES 93.3 LETTER</title><content type='html'>Ling Zi say my words so nice and tidy lei!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She also say my words so nice confirm a lot of girls like!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WUHAHAHAHAHAH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHHAHAHAHA!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HEHEHEHEHEHEHE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HHOHOHOHOHOHOHOH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm mad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8398638-113275685497373534?l=daigooro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daigooro.blogspot.com/feeds/113275685497373534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8398638&amp;postID=113275685497373534' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8398638/posts/default/113275685497373534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8398638/posts/default/113275685497373534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daigooro.blogspot.com/2005/11/yes-933-letter.html' title='YES 93.3 LETTER'/><author><name>T-BoNe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12437401365012668519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8398638.post-113275108032636863</id><published>2005-11-23T20:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T15:33:19.415+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I hate those fuck faces!</title><content type='html'>I qualify for the 3 months course! I qualify! I can go in! I can apply! I can go for the 3 months course! I can lei! I can lei!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I don't want to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause, I don't want to wear school uniform. I don't want to have a timetable. I don't want to have to sing Majulah Singapura and take the pledge every morning. I don't want to solve quardratic equations, I don't want to intergret, I don't want to compare reliabitily, I don't want to write english narrative, I don't want to know what will be the products when copper sulphate is added in aq Sodium Chloride. I don't want to describe what the hell happens to the eye when you look at something far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So comparing the cons, and the pros (which Carls Png keep on tryin to psycho us into going to the 3 months course, telling us how good the thingy is and blah blah blah) I decided that no way I'm going to the course. Sianz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I went to Plaza with Anton to have lunch. Than soooo unlucky I saw them. WTF. Too bad I was at a higher plane than them. And they stare at me loh. Go die lah. Stare what stare, asshole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bleach, I don't want to talk about them. See lah, talking about them makes my blogging mood to go away. Ok, I got to go DoTa and than have an early night. Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire awaits me tomorrow!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8398638-113275108032636863?l=daigooro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daigooro.blogspot.com/feeds/113275108032636863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8398638&amp;postID=113275108032636863' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8398638/posts/default/113275108032636863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8398638/posts/default/113275108032636863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daigooro.blogspot.com/2005/11/i-hate-those-fuck-faces.html' title='I hate those fuck faces!'/><author><name>T-BoNe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12437401365012668519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8398638.post-113266836265476681</id><published>2005-11-22T21:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T15:33:19.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I can't believe that</title><content type='html'>Simin actually won me in pool!!!! I cannot believe that! It's like, what the fuck! The worst thing, I lost by pocketing my black ball in the freaking wrong pocket. To make matters worse, she won Angela and Wei Xing the exact same way she won me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk about beginner's luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was kind of fun, I was suppose to meet a friend at cdans to swim. But, it was raining. Wa lau, I want to get a nice tan before Prom de loh, than the sun don't want to give me. Knn. Than my mum seeing that it was raining, imediently jio me out, complaining that because of O-Levels I never spent time with her. Win liao loh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brought to many places and spent alot lah. Geesh, so sian. Than Angela called me ask me go pool. Excellent reason to leave the cluthes of my mum, so I hurriedly ran over to BW. Played pool and I lost to Simin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simin actually won me in pool!!!! I cannot believe that! It's like, what the fuck! The worst thing, I lost by pocketing my black ball in the freaking wrong pocket. To make matters worse, she won Angela and Wei Xing the exact same way she won me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I repeat it that paragraph ah? Sorry lah, I too shocked liao. Haha. Tonight I quite happy ah, got many people msg my HP. Haha, weeeeeee. But sian lei, tomorrow must go back to school. And that means must see some fucker's faces. Not some, a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Siannnnnnzzzzz&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8398638-113266836265476681?l=daigooro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daigooro.blogspot.com/feeds/113266836265476681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8398638&amp;postID=113266836265476681' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8398638/posts/default/113266836265476681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8398638/posts/default/113266836265476681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daigooro.blogspot.com/2005/11/i-cant-believe-that.html' title='I can&apos;t believe that'/><author><name>T-BoNe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12437401365012668519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8398638.post-113255203402755483</id><published>2005-11-21T13:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T15:33:19.108+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmm..</title><content type='html'>I know you wouldn't care over my absence, for you have long forgotten me as a friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, I put this as my msn nick, but in actual fact, I don't even know who the hell I'm targetting this at. There seems to be a lot of people that I want to tell this message to, but the words just don't come out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bleah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, enough of my personal nissical(is there such a word?!)  nonsense. Like I promised, this is an overview of my entire O-Level test paper. It might contant explicit language, so reader's discreet is greatly appreciated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;English&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comprehension was kind of easy, yea. Ask me what is it about and I can tell you, I got ABSOLUTELY no idea. Marriage is a commitment, an incident that made a place safer. 3 words to sum up english. What The Fuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chinese&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WUHAHAHA! Those who didn't retake, you guys are going to regret it man! I think that's enough to explain it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Biology&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn, the eye. I was wondering whether I should study that topic but guess what? It came out. Fuck. Maybe when RainTree Productions film the Eye 3, they can consider all the bio students killing the cambridge setters, yea, winning combination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chemistry&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carbon monoxide is dangerous because of 1) It is odorless and colourless 2) It bonds with haemoglobin 3) It burns in natural gas. Yea, bio is sooooooooooooooo useful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E.Maths&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A1 or A2, you choose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A.Maths&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARH!!!! I hate this. Sobz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Geography&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Colour blindness didnt help me in the map. Wait a sec, is there even a map section? There's no questions on it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Social Studies&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHHHHHHH!!!!!! *Runs away crying*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup, I guess its really the end. Tomorrow the other classes will end, so lets REJOICE!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8398638-113255203402755483?l=daigooro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daigooro.blogspot.com/feeds/113255203402755483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8398638&amp;postID=113255203402755483' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8398638/posts/default/113255203402755483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8398638/posts/default/113255203402755483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daigooro.blogspot.com/2005/11/hmm.html' title='Hmm..'/><author><name>T-BoNe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12437401365012668519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8398638.post-113247993619338098</id><published>2005-11-20T17:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T15:33:18.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'>End of the road</title><content type='html'>Well, I guess I'm kind of late writing this entry, but hey! I got a busy day just after the O-Levels ok!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The conclusion of the 4 years in my secondary school life. Lots of things happen, lots of problems arised, lots of them being solved. The emotional ride certainly taught me to be a stronger, more mature person. Many friends left, but still there are people who stood by me. Thanks to those people. You know yourselfs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, with it, i draw the conclusion of my secondary school life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8398638-113247993619338098?l=daigooro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daigooro.blogspot.com/feeds/113247993619338098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8398638&amp;postID=113247993619338098' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8398638/posts/default/113247993619338098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8398638/posts/default/113247993619338098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daigooro.blogspot.com/2005/11/end-of-road.html' title='End of the road'/><author><name>T-BoNe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12437401365012668519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8398638.post-113220373250190528</id><published>2005-11-17T12:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T15:33:18.790+08:00</updated><title type='text'>U know that?</title><content type='html'>What  you said today at Long John hurts. A LOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It might seems to be a joke to you, but to me, that's the most sensitive topic that you can ever say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you are right. I'm the odd one out. I don't belong to your group. I don't belong to your class. No matter how hard I try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This has came to my mind before, no matter what I do, what I say, what I think, the truth is always there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I'm not part of your class, and I never will. So stop trying to be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still walking the end of this road myself. I was stupid to think that you guys would accompany me down it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8398638-113220373250190528?l=daigooro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daigooro.blogspot.com/feeds/113220373250190528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8398638&amp;postID=113220373250190528' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8398638/posts/default/113220373250190528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8398638/posts/default/113220373250190528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daigooro.blogspot.com/2005/11/u-know-that.html' title='U know that?'/><author><name>T-BoNe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12437401365012668519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8398638.post-113197543370454910</id><published>2005-11-14T21:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T15:33:18.682+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I remember...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;“Once, a long time ago, there was a little boy. This boy was no ordinary boy like you and your sister; he didn’t live in a house in a city like you two do. No; he stayed deep within a jungle, where the trees grew very very tall and the leaves which floated to the ground whenever the wind paid a visit were bigger than the boy’s own two small hands placed side by side.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“The boy lived here with his mother and father, and they were a happy family. His father taught him many things about the plants and the trees and he knew how to find food to eat and never grow hungry. His mother showed him all the animals that stayed with them in the jungle, and he knew which to avoid and which to befriend, a skill which he used greatly. It wasn’t long before the boy had many little animal friends whom he could have fun with.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“It was a perfect life, but one day the little boy felt sad. Of course, having never been sad before, he didn’t know what it was that he felt, save a weird aching in his heart. So he went up to his father and pulled on his father’s hand until the older man picked him up and placed him on his broad shoulders. Then he asked:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;'Father, there is something aching in my heart, and it won’t go away. Can you tell me what it is?’&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Maybe you are ill,’ his father replied. ‘Now take these leaves and brew a tea, drink it, and you’ll feel much better.’&lt;/p&gt;“The little boy went off and did as he was told, but the ache in his heart still would not go away. So he went up to his mother and tugged on her arm until she lifted him up into her lap. The he asked:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“‘Mother, there is something aching in my heart, and it won’t go away. Can you tell me what it is?’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“‘Maybe you haven’t been sleeping enough,’ his mother replied. ‘Now, go and call a bluebird and have it sing you to sleep, and you’ll feel much better.’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“The little boy went off and did as he was told, but the ache in his heart did not leave the next day. So he went to gather all his animal friends, and when they were all with him, he asked:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“‘There is something aching in my heart, and it won’t go away. Can any of you tell me what it is?&lt;br /&gt;’&lt;br /&gt;“Now animals are intelligent creatures, and these knew very well what the little boy was asking them. They pranced around him and played with him and tried to ease the ache. But soon the little boy realised that the ache would not go away, and the animals, too, ceased their antics when they produced no results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“The little boy soon realised that there would be no answer to his question, and soon the aching in his heart grew stronger, and stronger, and there remained no way to cure it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Then one day…”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“The other little boy came!” I would always interrupt happily at this point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Than my father would chuckle, and mess up my hair. “Yes, another little boy came into the jungle. This little boy had come on a trip, and wandering around, had chanced upon this house in the jungle. Being curious, he walked up to the door and knocked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“The door swung open, and there stood the family of three. Father just stared at the boy, wide-eyed. Mother placed her hand over her mouth in surprise. But the little boy gasped, and then shouted happily, ‘It’s another little boy, just like me!’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“For the rest of that day the two little boys sat together on the ground and talked. Time passed by quickly around them, and soon the trees were casting long dark shadows on the ground. It was at this point that the newcomer stood up and brushed his shorts down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“‘I have to go now,’ he said to the first little boy. ‘My father will worry if I am away for too long.’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“‘Will you come back?’ the first little boy asked, feeling, at this point, the acute ache in his heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“‘Of course I will,’ was the easy reply, and then the newcomer disappeared into the jungle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“The next morning, the little boy came out of his house at dawn and sat on the ground, waiting. No more than fifteen minutes had passed when he heard the bushes rustle in warning, and then the other little boy was before him. The first little boy got up with a cry of joy, and a shout of ‘you came!’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“The newcomer smiled brightly at him. ‘I said I would, didn’t I?’ was his carefree reply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Over the course of a week, the two little boys began to learn more about each other. The second little boy actually lived in a city, far far away, and had come into the jungle on a camping trip with his family. He told the first little boy all about his home, and in return, the first little boy taught him about the plants and the animals around them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“They spent all their waking hours together, and on the evening of the fifth day, as the second little boy disappeared into the jungle, the first little boy found, to his astonishment, that the ache in his heart was no longer there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“It was on the sixth day that the second little boy turned to the first and said, ‘I’m going back to the city tomorrow.’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“The first little boy shook his head in alarm. ‘No, you can’t!’ he cried. ‘If you do, my heart will hurt again!’ And in response to the question on the other’s features, he began to describe the aching of his heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“When the tale ended, the second little boy sat and thought for a while, and then he said, ‘I think that you were feeling sad and lonely, since you didn’t have anyone to play with. But we’re friends now, right? So even when I go away, your heart shouldn’t hurt anymore, because I’ll always be your friend, and I promise I’ll come back, ok?’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“The first little boy nodded, with his heart at peace, and that evening he watched as his friend disappeared into the jungle for the last time…”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My father would always trail off at this point, leaving the me to ask, “Did the friend ever return?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My father would chuckle gently. “That’s for you to decide,Marvin. Now, it’s bed time, so go to sleep, ok?” Then he would tuck the me into bed and kiss him on myforehead, before leaving the room quietly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would always think about this story whenever I'm unable to sleep in the night. I always compare the little boy's story to me and wonder to myself,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'When is the other little boy going to appear?’&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8398638-113197543370454910?l=daigooro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daigooro.blogspot.com/feeds/113197543370454910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8398638&amp;postID=113197543370454910' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8398638/posts/default/113197543370454910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8398638/posts/default/113197543370454910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daigooro.blogspot.com/2005/11/i-remember.html' title='I remember...'/><author><name>T-BoNe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12437401365012668519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8398638.post-113186108872918783</id><published>2005-11-13T13:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T15:33:18.551+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stop it</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;your name always appears near to mine.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;in people's phonebooks, in peoples contacts, in peoples friendster's friends list.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;your image keep on appearing no matter how hard i avoid.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;enough please!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8398638-113186108872918783?l=daigooro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daigooro.blogspot.com/feeds/113186108872918783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8398638&amp;postID=113186108872918783' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8398638/posts/default/113186108872918783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8398638/posts/default/113186108872918783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daigooro.blogspot.com/2005/11/stop-it.html' title='Stop it'/><author><name>T-BoNe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12437401365012668519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8398638.post-113171089094695359</id><published>2005-11-11T20:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T15:33:18.284+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What.The.Fuck</title><content type='html'>Finally. Finally. FINALLY the first week of the GCE O Levels is over. W00ts! So... i would like to personally recap all the subjects that I took.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chinese&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It was cool. Easier than the June one. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Social Studies&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh, Shut up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Biology&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the eye never seems so difficult.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E.maths&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It was good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;English&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What accident that made a place safer? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup, I guess thats all. Next week my exams would be over le! And HARRY POTTER AND THE GOLDBET OF FIRE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;PS: My prom is on the Dec 3. Anyone need me to get tickets for you?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8398638-113171089094695359?l=daigooro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daigooro.blogspot.com/feeds/113171089094695359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8398638&amp;postID=113171089094695359' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8398638/posts/default/113171089094695359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8398638/posts/default/113171089094695359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daigooro.blogspot.com/2005/11/whatthefuck.html' title='What.The.Fuck'/><author><name>T-BoNe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12437401365012668519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8398638.post-113163030865711510</id><published>2005-11-10T21:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T15:33:18.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sobz</title><content type='html'>cannot get A for my bio paper liao lah. *shrugs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i am sooooooooooooooooooooooooooo addicted to Prince Turn Frog!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Die le!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8398638-113163030865711510?l=daigooro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daigooro.blogspot.com/feeds/113163030865711510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8398638&amp;postID=113163030865711510' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8398638/posts/default/113163030865711510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8398638/posts/default/113163030865711510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daigooro.blogspot.com/2005/11/sobz.html' title='sobz'/><author><name>T-BoNe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12437401365012668519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8398638.post-113158814622013680</id><published>2005-11-10T10:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T15:33:17.972+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I finally understand</title><content type='html'>why in the history of cckss, no one have even secure a distinction in Biology.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the answer, lies in the process not the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you are smart you would know =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but lets pray that today's bio paper will change history.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till than, i have TICKETS TO HARRY POTTER AND THE GOBLET OF FIRE GALA!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH MY GAWD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fala la lalala~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8398638-113158814622013680?l=daigooro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daigooro.blogspot.com/feeds/113158814622013680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8398638&amp;postID=113158814622013680' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8398638/posts/default/113158814622013680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8398638/posts/default/113158814622013680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daigooro.blogspot.com/2005/11/i-finally-understand.html' title='I finally understand'/><author><name>T-BoNe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12437401365012668519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8398638.post-113154037447840391</id><published>2005-11-09T20:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T15:33:17.872+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Argh!</title><content type='html'>I'm stress dammit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All those expected questions didn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought you would come tell me not to be so stress but you didn't!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ass, I want you to tell me that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;TELL ME!!!!!!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck GCE Os.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It brings out the uglyliness in me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8398638-113154037447840391?l=daigooro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daigooro.blogspot.com/feeds/113154037447840391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8398638&amp;postID=113154037447840391' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8398638/posts/default/113154037447840391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8398638/posts/default/113154037447840391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daigooro.blogspot.com/2005/11/argh.html' title='Argh!'/><author><name>T-BoNe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12437401365012668519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8398638.post-113144797118171542</id><published>2005-11-08T19:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T15:33:17.747+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Kill me.</title><content type='html'>Everyone. I bring to you the horror of IRC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am of course XiaoLing. Although I intend to use MaXiaoLing, but too long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;cute-r&gt;[XiaoLing]Arlo 2 u...How is ur day...Care 2 chat wit me mah&lt;br /&gt;[CuTe-R]u there&lt;br /&gt;[XiaoLing]wat?&lt;br /&gt;[CuTe-R]How old r u&lt;br /&gt;[XiaoLing]16&lt;br /&gt;[CuTe-R]I @@&lt;br /&gt;[CuTe-R]Wht urs name&lt;br /&gt;[XiaoLing]XiaoLing&lt;br /&gt;[CuTe-R]I @@&lt;br /&gt;[CuTe-R]U hav pics mah&lt;br /&gt;[XiaoLing]no&lt;br /&gt;[XiaoLing]i dun give out&lt;br /&gt;[CuTe-R]Dun mind i ask u huh...U chat DIRTY mah&lt;br /&gt;[XiaoLing]...&lt;br /&gt;[XiaoLing]y every guy ask tat&lt;br /&gt;[CuTe-R]DO U&lt;br /&gt;[XiaoLing]i refuse to answer&lt;br /&gt;[CuTe-R]Ans lar&lt;br /&gt;[XiaoLing]give me a reason to lot&lt;br /&gt;[XiaoLing]*loh&lt;br /&gt;[CuTe-R]Coz is fun n nice 2 chat DIRTY&lt;br /&gt;[XiaoLing]ooh&lt;br /&gt;[XiaoLing]such a GOOD reason&lt;br /&gt;[CuTe-R]So can&lt;br /&gt;[XiaoLing]wat u want to chat&lt;br /&gt;[XiaoLing]u say first&lt;br /&gt;[CuTe-R]We play roleplay&lt;br /&gt;[XiaoLing]no&lt;br /&gt;[XiaoLing]its stupid&lt;br /&gt;[CuTe-R]Y le&lt;br /&gt;[CuTe-R]Ok lar we chat abt ur breast&lt;br /&gt;[XiaoLing]how abt we chat abt your penis&lt;br /&gt;[CuTe-R]u also notti huh&lt;br /&gt;[XiaoLing]...&lt;br /&gt;[XiaoLing]are u that despo?&lt;br /&gt;[CuTe-R]U now alone&lt;br /&gt;[XiaoLing]are u that despo?&lt;br /&gt;[CuTe-R]no lar y le&lt;br /&gt;[XiaoLing]than why u keep on asking those sexual questions?&lt;br /&gt;[CuTe-R]coz is fun mah&lt;br /&gt;[XiaoLing]ic.&lt;br /&gt;[XiaoLing]so fun&lt;br /&gt;[CuTe-R]yup&lt;br /&gt;[XiaoLing]haha&lt;br /&gt;[CuTe-R]so r u alone at hm&lt;br /&gt;[XiaoLing]ya&lt;br /&gt;[CuTe-R]U wan 2 naked&lt;br /&gt;[XiaoLing]no&lt;br /&gt;[CuTe-R]Can&lt;br /&gt;[XiaoLing]for fuck?&lt;br /&gt;[CuTe-R]Y le&lt;br /&gt;[XiaoLing]no&lt;br /&gt;[CuTe-R]u naked at ur hm who can fuck u&lt;br /&gt;[XiaoLing]...&lt;br /&gt;[XiaoLing]nth&lt;br /&gt;[XiaoLing]naked for what&lt;br /&gt;[CuTe-R]is fun le&lt;br /&gt;[CuTe-R]u will feel nice naked sitting on e chair&lt;br /&gt;[XiaoLing]no thanks&lt;br /&gt;[XiaoLing]u get naked yourself&lt;br /&gt;[CuTe-R]me now naked&lt;br /&gt;[CuTe-R]hehe [XiaoLing]ok&lt;br /&gt;[XiaoLing]so?&lt;br /&gt;[CuTe-R]Den u hav sex b4&lt;br /&gt;[XiaoLing]no&lt;br /&gt;[XiaoLing]i tell u smth can?&lt;br /&gt;[XiaoLing]but dun tell others?&lt;br /&gt;[CuTe-R]ok&lt;br /&gt;[CuTe-R]tell me&lt;br /&gt;[CuTe-R]U tell lar i like 2 know&lt;br /&gt;[XiaoLing]i'm a guy that is doing a newspaper report. this conversation is saved and would be publish on the newspaper in 2 days. your name would be kept anoymous. thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DIGUSTING I tell you! The mere actions of this guy DISGUST ME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BLECH!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8398638-113144797118171542?l=daigooro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daigooro.blogspot.com/feeds/113144797118171542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8398638&amp;postID=113144797118171542' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8398638/posts/default/113144797118171542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8398638/posts/default/113144797118171542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daigooro.blogspot.com/2005/11/just-kill-me.html' title='Just Kill me.'/><author><name>T-BoNe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12437401365012668519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8398638.post-113135439817088713</id><published>2005-11-07T17:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T15:33:17.599+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wat more should I say?</title><content type='html'>Expect the unexpected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Duh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ss was a bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E.maths 1 made that up though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still cannot sms you! Argh!!!&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/8398638-113135439817088713?l=daigooro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daigooro.blogspot.com/feeds/113135439817088713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8398638&amp;postID=113135439817088713' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8398638/posts/default/113135439817088713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8398638/posts/default/113135439817088713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daigooro.blogspot.com/2005/11/wat-more-should-i-say.html' title='Wat more should I say?'/><author><name>T-BoNe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12437401365012668519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8398638.post-113125966240087336</id><published>2005-11-06T14:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T15:33:17.472+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm so sad =(</title><content type='html'>A best friend forever you will always be.&lt;br /&gt;Our special bond, I will always keep close to me.&lt;br /&gt;We often share ideas, loves, and even fears.&lt;br /&gt;We also share hugs, laughter, and occasional tears.&lt;br /&gt;When you hurt, I hurt and that's one thing that's true.&lt;br /&gt;And to cheer one another up, there's nothing we won't do.&lt;br /&gt;I'll keep you in my heart and that's a fact.&lt;br /&gt;And even if we fight, I'll always have your back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i treat u as the best of the best of friends. do you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really wonder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how come you never recieve the sms that i send you de..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so unfair for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and you dont even care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you are probably too happy to care.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8398638-113125966240087336?l=daigooro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daigooro.blogspot.com/feeds/113125966240087336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8398638&amp;postID=113125966240087336' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8398638/posts/default/113125966240087336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8398638/posts/default/113125966240087336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daigooro.blogspot.com/2005/11/im-so-sad.html' title='i&apos;m so sad =('/><author><name>T-BoNe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12437401365012668519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8398638.post-113119744261013994</id><published>2005-11-05T21:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T15:33:17.358+08:00</updated><title type='text'>please don't</title><content type='html'>pls don't lie to me, cause i'm afraid that i might not be able to take it.&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/8398638-113119744261013994?l=daigooro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daigooro.blogspot.com/feeds/113119744261013994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8398638&amp;postID=113119744261013994' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8398638/posts/default/113119744261013994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8398638/posts/default/113119744261013994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daigooro.blogspot.com/2005/11/please-dont.html' title='please don&apos;t'/><author><name>T-BoNe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12437401365012668519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8398638.post-113110913125825672</id><published>2005-11-04T20:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T15:33:17.212+08:00</updated><title type='text'>`Lost</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Do I blog for myself or for an audience?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Do I live for myself or for others?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Do I study for myself or for my parents?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Do I breathe for myself or for the sake of it?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Do I cry for myself or for show?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i'm so tramatised. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i'm so hurting.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i'm so down.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i'm.. like a puppet.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i'm.. so dead.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i'm so lost.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;++&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somehow I wish that the motorbike killed me today instead of stopping. with that, i can finally leave all this pain. coz time isn't healing it, its making it deeper and the pain is too much to be erase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm just soo tired. i feel like giving up already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;++&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really don't know that why every message i send to you, you don't recieve. cannot be my phone got prob ah. coz i went to m1 shop check. also cannot be your ohone got problem ah, coz confirm got others msg u before. so maybe its fate bah. i think that's a better arrangement cause i can msg u all those thinhgs i nv dared to. at least i wouldn't get rejected. &lt;strong&gt;XXDDD&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;++&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm sick and tired of living.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;juz take me away.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8398638-113110913125825672?l=daigooro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daigooro.blogspot.com/feeds/113110913125825672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8398638&amp;postID=113110913125825672' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8398638/posts/default/113110913125825672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8398638/posts/default/113110913125825672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daigooro.blogspot.com/2005/11/lost.html' title='`Lost'/><author><name>T-BoNe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12437401365012668519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8398638.post-113103184369853504</id><published>2005-11-03T23:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T15:33:17.081+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Procrastinate</title><content type='html'>Shit, I didn't revise Social Studies as planned. So I'm going right after blogging, so sian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sister came back from Hong Kong. And she only bought for me 3 measly shirts. Ok lah, adidas one so not bad lah. But 2 out of 3 shirt is OVERSIZE! Hellox? That size hor, you put on a hippo also too big ah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also nothing to do and that I decided to blog about this celebrity. Well,&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;it&lt;strong&gt; IS&lt;/strong&gt; well debated fact whenther the title "celebrity" is applicable to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So without further adue(How to spell?!?!?!)... Presenting&lt;br /&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;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4334/551/320/inelboi_16.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;XU CHUN MEI!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*applauses and cheers from the audience!*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4334/551/1600/xuchunmei.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4334/551/320/xuchunmei.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;Blog about me ah?&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Yes, Miss Chun Mei, you are the star of marvins-story.blogspot for today. Congrats.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;MsChunMe&lt;/span&gt;i: Yipee! You know right, that I have a kind heart. I intend to do take part in the Taiwan President Elections and when I win, I would have a Buddha Association for the poor. Ooh, I am so kind!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*Does a strange yoga position and spins 2 times to do her do her trademark flamingo post.*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;MsChunMei&lt;/span&gt;: And not I want to boast of myself, but I really is very pretty one. Many have approach me to be a world-class model but I refuse. Cause I’m a peace loving damsel. I hate the evil-ness in the entertainment industries. I’m a peace lover! And did I mention that I’m scouted as Miss Universe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reporter pukes out all 34 years worth of food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;MsChunMei&lt;/span&gt;: Oi Oi, you ok or not? Than my interview how?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Reporter&lt;/span&gt;: Oh, you.. 1 word come to people’s mind when they see you. F-Ugly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;MsChunMei&lt;/span&gt;: Ohh you mean guy! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*Run away crying!*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The end.&lt;br /&gt;&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/8398638-113103184369853504?l=daigooro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daigooro.blogspot.com/feeds/113103184369853504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8398638&amp;postID=113103184369853504' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8398638/posts/default/113103184369853504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8398638/posts/default/113103184369853504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daigooro.blogspot.com/2005/11/procrastinate_03.html' title='Procrastinate'/><author><name>T-BoNe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12437401365012668519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8398638.post-113091598181528140</id><published>2005-11-02T15:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T15:33:16.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ahhhhhhhh!</title><content type='html'>I'm going mad!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wo yao bian feng zi le!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wan Si Siao Kia!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhhhhhhh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's what I'm feeling when I'm NOT revising my subjects. I actually scolded myself for not revising! Oh shucks, I just can't feel the stress man, its like so normal feeling loh.. Haiz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya, when I'm trying to keep my sanity intact, I tried talking to my fish ( Nemo &amp; Ariel ). The only way they respond was to bang the fish tank. &lt;em&gt;-___-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;I sometimes wonder the IQ of marine life. Why is that dolphins are so smart while my fishes are so dumb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I failed to communicate, I went to message. But don't know why, the person claim never recieve.&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;-___-&lt;/em&gt; Maybe he block me in SMS! Wuhahahax! I would go strangle him man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, SMS failed, I went to sleep. But the sun too hot liao, unable to fall asleep. I just lie there, toss and turn than get up from bed le. When I get up that time, I knock my feet on my chair. &lt;em&gt;-__-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Than I went to watch tv. The moment I on the tv I saw her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4334/551/320/ruhua1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na bei. I immediently switch off the television set. Than I have no choice as I walk to the books, dejected and defeated and starting mugging. Until a light bulb switch on in my head!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BLOGGING!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I found myself sitting in front of my computer and typing this super lame entry. Ciaoz guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;PS: Is it possible that you are unable to recieve a message from your friend?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8398638-113091598181528140?l=daigooro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daigooro.blogspot.com/feeds/113091598181528140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8398638&amp;postID=113091598181528140' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8398638/posts/default/113091598181528140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8398638/posts/default/113091598181528140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daigooro.blogspot.com/2005/11/ahhhhhhhh.html' title='Ahhhhhhhh!'/><author><name>T-BoNe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12437401365012668519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8398638.post-113085246288930890</id><published>2005-11-01T21:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T15:33:16.652+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finale</title><content type='html'>Ok, lets count down to the end of the O-Levels. To me, I have... 17 more days. Woot! Too bad I can't say the same for 4/6. I think they's end on the 22. I kind of wish that I end at the same time with them, than we can all celebrate!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weeeeeeeeee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But before that, I still have to mug!!! o_O Gosh. I didn't do anything fulfilling today. Well, maybe learning how to direct link and get Jay's new album. It's cool, and the tunes are pure Jay style. Woohoo. Recommand hor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okok, I know this post is incredibly lame. Sorry, I just don't want to open my blog and not post anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till than, Mr Woe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8398638-113085246288930890?l=daigooro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daigooro.blogspot.com/feeds/113085246288930890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8398638&amp;postID=113085246288930890' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8398638/posts/default/113085246288930890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8398638/posts/default/113085246288930890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daigooro.blogspot.com/2005/11/finale.html' title='Finale'/><author><name>T-BoNe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12437401365012668519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8398638.post-113077617460687392</id><published>2005-11-01T00:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T15:33:16.488+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Anyone miss me?</title><content type='html'>The time's now 12.28am, I juz sit through the computer for 4 hours doing this stupid default template. Its damn hard for a default. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of stuff to blog about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I need some sleep. ZzZzzZZzZzzzZz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya, should I place a tagboard? Or just leave it like this. And which entries do u think are good?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please post in the comments. Thank you =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till than, to bed!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8398638-113077617460687392?l=daigooro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daigooro.blogspot.com/feeds/113077617460687392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8398638&amp;postID=113077617460687392' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8398638/posts/default/113077617460687392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8398638/posts/default/113077617460687392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daigooro.blogspot.com/2005/11/anyone-miss-me.html' title='Anyone miss me?'/><author><name>T-BoNe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12437401365012668519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8398638.post-113056420816241004</id><published>2005-10-29T13:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T15:33:16.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>And so we talked all night about the rest of our lives&lt;br /&gt;Where we’re gonna be when we turn 25&lt;br /&gt;I keep thinking times will never change,&lt;br /&gt;Keep on thinking things will always be the same&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when we leave this year we won’t be coming back&lt;br /&gt;No more hanging out ‘cause we’re on a different track&lt;br /&gt;And if you’ve got something that you need to say&lt;br /&gt;You better say it right now ‘cause you don’t have another day…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause we’re moving on and we can’t slow down&lt;br /&gt;These memories are playing like a film without sound&lt;br /&gt;So if we get the big jobs, and we make the big money&lt;br /&gt;When we look back now, will our jokes still be funny?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will we still remember everything we learned in school,&lt;br /&gt;still be trying to break every single rule?&lt;br /&gt;I keep thinking that it’s not goodbye,&lt;br /&gt;Keep on thinking it’s a time to fly,&lt;br /&gt;And this is how it feels…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we go on, we remember&lt;br /&gt;All the times we had together&lt;br /&gt;And as our lives change, come whatever&lt;br /&gt;We will still be friends forever…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will we think about tomorrow like we think about now?&lt;br /&gt;Can we survive it out there?&lt;br /&gt;Can we make it somehow?&lt;br /&gt;I guess I thought that this would never end&lt;br /&gt;And suddenly it’s like we’re women and men.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will the past be a shadow that will follow us ‘round?&lt;br /&gt;Will these memories fade when I leave this town?&lt;br /&gt;I keep thinking that it’s not goodbye,&lt;br /&gt;Keep on thinking it’s a time to fly…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8398638-113056420816241004?l=daigooro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daigooro.blogspot.com/feeds/113056420816241004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8398638&amp;postID=113056420816241004' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8398638/posts/default/113056420816241004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8398638/posts/default/113056420816241004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daigooro.blogspot.com/2005/10/and-so-we-talked-all-night-about-rest.html' title=''/><author><name>T-BoNe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12437401365012668519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8398638.post-113041715806831324</id><published>2005-10-27T20:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T15:33:16.004+08:00</updated><title type='text'>An Apology</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;I'm truely sorry for what I have done.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I hope that through this apology, you would forgive me. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Although it is totally understandable if you refused to do so, but at least give me an answer.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I regret what I have done and is filled with remorse.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I hope that you can read this and give me a reply.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8398638-113041715806831324?l=daigooro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daigooro.blogspot.com/feeds/113041715806831324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8398638&amp;postID=113041715806831324' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8398638/posts/default/113041715806831324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8398638/posts/default/113041715806831324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daigooro.blogspot.com/2005/10/apology.html' title='An Apology'/><author><name>T-BoNe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12437401365012668519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8398638.post-113038945991095823</id><published>2005-10-27T13:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T15:33:15.841+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gosh, My mind's a blank..</title><content type='html'>I really didn't know how to start typing this blog entry. So I decided to used my old style of writing. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I woke up at 10+, than I go watch tv.. Make some breakfast.. haha, so sian. Then I come online and type blog loh.. Got watch abit of cartoon lah.. Sian, later must go to school for English... Consultation week lei, how can force people go de!?!?!? Nvm lah, after O-level than will be ok liao.. Lets hope so bah.. Tonight type another entry if I can think of one. Bye bye tata!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There, my old style of writing. I really have no idea what to write so really sorr about it. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And to you, sorry for being such an ass.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8398638-113038945991095823?l=daigooro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daigooro.blogspot.com/feeds/113038945991095823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8398638&amp;postID=113038945991095823' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8398638/posts/default/113038945991095823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8398638/posts/default/113038945991095823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daigooro.blogspot.com/2005/10/gosh-my-minds-blank.html' title='Gosh, My mind&apos;s a blank..'/><author><name>T-BoNe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12437401365012668519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8398638.post-113032163526343097</id><published>2005-10-26T18:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T15:33:15.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Something happen that made blogging impossible tonight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Promise a new entry tomorrow! =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8398638-113032163526343097?l=daigooro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daigooro.blogspot.com/feeds/113032163526343097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8398638&amp;postID=113032163526343097' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8398638/posts/default/113032163526343097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8398638/posts/default/113032163526343097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daigooro.blogspot.com/2005/10/something-happen-that-made-blogging.html' title=''/><author><name>T-BoNe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12437401365012668519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8398638.post-113024320767127290</id><published>2005-10-25T20:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T15:33:15.342+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You never knew</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;You never knew that what you said last night hurts me a lot. Its not my fault that I turn sensitive just because YOU never replied not 1, but 3 of my messages. And the way you gave me your reasoning was that I was the one in fault. That hurts, not only did you didn't reply, you also gave me the impression that you didn't give a fuck to how I would think, which I know YOU know exactly.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8398638-113024320767127290?l=daigooro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daigooro.blogspot.com/feeds/113024320767127290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8398638&amp;postID=113024320767127290' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8398638/posts/default/113024320767127290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8398638/posts/default/113024320767127290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daigooro.blogspot.com/2005/10/you-never-knew.html' title='You never knew'/><author><name>T-BoNe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12437401365012668519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8398638.post-113014891406916137</id><published>2005-10-24T17:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T15:33:10.294+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Larger Than Life.</title><content type='html'>Today I suffer from a series of Blogging-ness, meaning I have the urge to wtype a LONG blog entry. The problem is what should I blog on?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think and think, and I decided to blog something that NO ONE in the entire blog-sphere would....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4334/551/320/untitled61.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;You must admit, I look like royathy eh? Wuhahahax! Imagine, Me. Me. And only me. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;No, I am not self-centred you bitch, I am LARGER THAN LIFE you know?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;You all mere peasants should kiss the ground that I walk on, worship the website that I blog, embace the air that I breathe for I am MOJO JOJO! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oooops, wrong name.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;For I am &lt;strong&gt;MARVIN CHUA!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;(Thunder cracks, lightning flashes)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;And for the finale, I am going to write a long Memes. No, not menses you horny ass-hole. Its MEMEs. It goes like &lt;em&gt;I am a boy/girl...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;So lets start..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I am a boy who is larger than life.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I am a boy who is an owner of 3 handphones.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I am a boy who is the king of the world.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I am a boy who thinks that Macdonalds should have buffet served.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I am a boy who never eats Long John's breakfast&lt;em&gt;.(Then again, who eaten it before?)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I am a boy who thinks that dressingup is not only a girls thing.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I am a boy who realised that O-levels is just around the corner.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I am a boy who hates SHE-MALES.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I am a boy who hates people who abuse their power.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I am a boy who loves to ka jiao people.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I am a boy who is confident, but most people says arrogant&lt;em&gt;.(Screw them!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I am a boy who has more clothes than my friends.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I am a boy who has only 4 pairs of jeans.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I am a boy who actually thought of rebonding my hair.(&lt;em&gt;Gasps!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I am a boy who hates doing titration cause I will sweat.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I am a boy who is doing his chem prac tomorrow.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I am a boy who is 16 years old.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I am a boy who visits 5 of the 7 worlds of the world&lt;em&gt;.(Great wall, Pyramids, Stonehegde, Leaning tower and Big Ben)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I am a boy who loves to see people suffer.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I am a boy who loves tennis.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I am a boy who loves sushi.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I am a boy who loves naruto.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I am a boy who used to think that people gives you your value.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I am a boy who used to think that having one phone is normal.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I am a boy who never realised that Bras Brashan road has the word BRA in it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I am a boy who loves MDWAV.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I am a boy who thinks blogging is shit.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I am a boy who thinks that the world changes for me and only ME!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I am a boy who has a few friends that I can crap to.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I am a boy who hates people that contridicts themselves.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I am a boy who knows how to buy M-18 tickets.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I am a boy who never watch M-18 shows. &lt;em&gt;-.-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I am a boy who hates people that lies.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I am a boy who hates silent replies.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I am a boy who will go berserk when I have no replies to my sms.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I am a boy who loves to think "what if".&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I am a boy who loves someone.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I am a boy who loves the rain.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I am a boy who just pen down a song.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I am a boy who knows how to photoshop but never cause I dun have.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I am a boy who is LARGER THAN LIFE&lt;em&gt;.(Did I mention it before?)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I am a boy who thinks people having a PSP is cool.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I am a boy who thinks that all-boys school students are gay.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I am a boy who thinks that the future is yours to create.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I am a boy who is LARGER THAN LIFE.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I think I can go on and on so I will stop here. See ya guys! =)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8398638-113014891406916137?l=daigooro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daigooro.blogspot.com/feeds/113014891406916137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8398638&amp;postID=113014891406916137' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8398638/posts/default/113014891406916137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8398638/posts/default/113014891406916137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daigooro.blogspot.com/2005/10/larger-than-life.html' title='Larger Than Life.'/><author><name>T-BoNe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12437401365012668519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8398638.post-113004166255253504</id><published>2005-10-23T12:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T15:33:10.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Jin Liang, Lun Yi and I was at malaysia, a shop selling pirated PS2 games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't really remember where it was, but I remembered that the shop has this comfy couch where the 3 of us were sitting down on. I walked around and saw a game that I was looking for a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I grabbed the disc and went over to show JinLiang and LunYi about my find, grinning happily about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LunYi took the disc to see the back, not surprising as he was also looking for that particular game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Than he walk over to the shop owner and purchased it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was shocked and tried to ask LunYi was he was doing. But JinLiang, shield him and gave me a hard punch. I stumbled onto the couch and started crying. I know it looks stupid and childish but I couldn't control it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But despite my very intense crying, JinLiang and LunYi did not give a shit but continued to smile and chat with the shop owner about new games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one cared about me crying. They think that I am crying for nothing, that my tears do not symbolize my trauma but just there for showing people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Between shortened breaths and sobbing tears, I told LunYi that the game is mine, and he should give it back to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LunYi looked at me, and said plainly, "No."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked the shop owner if he had anymore copies of the game, he said that LunYi had the last copy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LunYi and JinLiang did not care about how hard I cry but instead, behind his back, gave me a big smirk.With that, LunYi turned and walked away with Jin Liang, leaving me crying all by myself in the shop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I searched and searched fanatically, but with no avail. The other shops didn't have the game. There was no longer that copy of the game in the entire building. No one had it and LunYi got the copy that I ought to have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out of desperation, I tried to search for the shopowner. He must have new stock coming in! He must help me! Even if I have to wait, at least I have what I wanted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried over and knock into the shopowner, he hit me and landed on the ground, dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't believed what had happen and I tried to wake him up. But no matter how hard I shoke him, he didn't open his eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I collaspe down on the ground and continued crying over my lost game and LunYi's betrayal of friendship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I cried, the malaysian police came and took me away. I kicked and screamed that I didn't kill him, he just fell down and die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While the policemen was taking me down to the car, I saw LunYi and JinLiang, they were eating fishballs happily. I told the policemen that they can prove my innocence. The policemen went over to ask LunYi and JinLiang wherether they knew me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all I could do was to look at them, eyes filled with tears as the policemen open the door to the car and drove me away. All the while both of them was eating their fishballs happily, laughing to themselves...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up, and discovered that my eyes are really swollen. Perhaps yesterday's activities were affecting my unconscious mind. My best friend did not care anymore; but little did he know that that was the simple reason I cried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dun mind not loving at all, but I would never want to lose his friendship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pls dun ask what happen, I really dun want to think about it, it's hurting.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8398638-113004166255253504?l=daigooro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daigooro.blogspot.com/feeds/113004166255253504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8398638&amp;postID=113004166255253504' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8398638/posts/default/113004166255253504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8398638/posts/default/113004166255253504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daigooro.blogspot.com/2005/10/jin-liang-lun-yi-and-i-was-at-malaysia.html' title=''/><author><name>T-BoNe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12437401365012668519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8398638.post-112995317912846352</id><published>2005-10-22T11:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T15:33:10.027+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stars are not always bright.</title><content type='html'>Haiz... I managed to struggle till now, when I decided I shall blog, although I have absolutely no interesting topic to blog about at all. I know! I think I shall blog about Michelle Saram and how much I hate her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4334/551/1600/21d1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4334/551/320/21d1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, I don't really hate her, but more of the typical roles she gets on TV. I am so fucking sick of the Don't-fall-in-love-with-me-although-I-am-so-pretty-coz-I-have-got-cancer-and-I-am-gonna-die-soon roles she gets. She is like that in Meteor Garden II, and she is like that again in baby show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets see how a typical situation would be like for Michelle Dearest before she chooses her roles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Director to Producer: "Hey, I think I need a slut for this show. She would be the third party, but I wanna make my viewers confused coz they all would love her as she looks damn innocent. She is a thorough slut actually, but males would never notice, and females would get very angry coz they know the truth. Hows that? Who should I get?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Producer: "Hmmm... I think, Wang Xin Ling? Or maybe..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saram, popping out from behind the pillar where she is hiding. "ME!!! Me me me me me!" *GIGGLES*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Director: "You want the role?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saram: "It depends. I'm a supposed to be an innocent slut? I can do that!" With this Saram opens her eyes very wide and blinks 3 times(big as perjun), and proceeds to take off her bra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Director: "Oh thats not necessary my dear! But.. but.. Don't stop!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saram giggles and giggles madly (the female producer thinks she is siao) while pretending to put on the bra but accidentally reveals a nipple anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Director: "Oh, I'm soooo getting you for this role.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saram, giggle again: "Hee! You think I can do that? But I have some personal criteria for this show... Its called Wo Jia 4 Ge Bao, isn't it?? Yippee, I get to fcuk Li Nan Xing!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Director: "But Nan Xing is old and wrinkled my dear. Why not shag me?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saram: "Don't tease me, you little twit! *giggles* Let me ask you, do I get to die of cancer in the show?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Director: "Thats too cliche...." (check dictionary.com)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saram: "No cancer, no michelle!" *pout*(check dictionary.com)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Director: "Oh ok I will make u die of a rare heritary disease that would make you look ugly."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saram: "As long as I die! So, do I get to run around in beaches?" *giggles*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Director: "You are supposed to be a career woman!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saram: "No running around in beaches no Michelle! And I wanna shout at the beach like thats gonna help anything at all! I wanna be dressed in white and I wanna write things on the beach... That would be sooo perfect for the image I wanna get!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Director: "Write what on the beach?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saram: "I already thought of it! I would sit back to back with Li Nan Xing on the beach, with the sea wind blowing my soft hair around. I would proceed to write words on the sand with a twig. He would ask me what I am writing, and I would say that when I am young, i like to write my troubles down on sand, so that when the tide comes in and washes off my writings, I feel like my troubles are all washed away! The scene would end with me giving a big smile, suddenly standing up, and urging Nan Xing, a 40 yr old flabby man, to run after me on the beach."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Director: "Fuck! Men would so love this! You are a genius!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saram: *giggles* "Really? Heeheehee... I wanna shout at trains too."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Director: "For fuck?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saram: "It is just ME to shout at stupid objects. It relieves stress, supposedly."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Director: "I supposed I could fit that scene in if you insist..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saram: "Could I have a personal star in the sky named after me too? I would like to call it 'Brave Kris'."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Director: "You did that in Meteor garden and it is a little too much, isn't it? Your name was Ye Sa, and you named a star after youself?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saram: "I don't care!!!"*whines*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Director: "Okok lah, you get the role."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously, very very seriously dislike her. But than again, where in the blue hell is she now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh, I am in such a bad mood.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8398638-112995317912846352?l=daigooro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daigooro.blogspot.com/feeds/112995317912846352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8398638&amp;postID=112995317912846352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8398638/posts/default/112995317912846352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8398638/posts/default/112995317912846352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daigooro.blogspot.com/2005/10/stars-are-not-always-bright.html' title='Stars are not always bright.'/><author><name>T-BoNe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12437401365012668519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8398638.post-112989671074741643</id><published>2005-10-21T20:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T15:33:09.921+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thinking Back</title><content type='html'>I post this entry for the sole purpose of not letting you guys read the my previous entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was pure, utter, total rubbish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But its in the achives, you can still search for it.&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/8398638-112989671074741643?l=daigooro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daigooro.blogspot.com/feeds/112989671074741643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8398638&amp;postID=112989671074741643' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8398638/posts/default/112989671074741643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8398638/posts/default/112989671074741643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daigooro.blogspot.com/2005/10/thinking-back.html' title='Thinking Back'/><author><name>T-BoNe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12437401365012668519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8398638.post-112987749556573372</id><published>2005-10-21T14:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T15:33:09.787+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Angst</title><content type='html'>Centuries ago, when the earth was just born, the God of Creation, otherwise known as NuWa created 1 woman and 1 man. The first ever couple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The woman, known as YaoChi ShengMu, was place in charge of controlling the death and life of all mortals. The man, RenWang FuXing, was in charge of the nature and it's environment. With those settled, NuWa bestow upon them the title of Gods and began creating mankind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All was well, and being the only 2 gods in the world (during their time) RenWang and ShengMu fell in love. It was a blissful one, full of happiness and joy. Their love, was the very first in the history of mankind, it was also the longest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slowly, as NuWa mould more and more mortals with her magical clay, she created a pretty little lady by the name of Chang Er. Chang Er was a beautiful little girl with the big, round eyes and nice lips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RenWang, having control over over the environment, immediently noticed that such a girl like Chang Er exist. Slowly, but surely, he realised that he was slowly falling into the trap that Chang Er unintentionally made, the trap of love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon, RenWang fell in love with Chang Er. But with fate being as cruel as before, Chang Er had a rare disease that couldn't be cure. So with a teary eye and bleeding heart, RenWang went to find the help of the controller of life and death, YaoChi ShengMu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But YaoChi ShengMu never knew that RenWang FuXing was in love with another girl. So she was enraged at the fact that her lover, well, had another lover. Obviously she refused to help save the slut that snatches her love away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But love is not about having the person you love, it's about seeing the person you love happy. So ShengMu agreed to let Chang Er recieve her treatment. She spent alot of time researching about the virus that Chang Er got, and finally had a treatment, it was unsafe however as no one else had that virus before, let alone the cure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Chang Er was going to die soon and RenWang could no longer wait. He snatch the peach-which is the medicine- and went to cure Chang Er. Chang Er was cured, but however the peach had its side effects, Chang Er was to be banished to the moon for cheating death. RenWang didn't know that and blamed it on ShengMu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And with the thought that ShengMu purposely separate Chang Er from him, ShengMu and RenWang declared war. The vast power of the first ever gods crashes the earth's foundation and wreak the delicate balance of nature. All life on the earth was lost, along with it ended mankind's first ever love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PanGu, a sacred tribe created by NuWa to maintain balance between RenWang and ShengMu, sensing that things were getting out of hand, seal both ShengMu and RenWang, putting them into a deep slumber. With that action, the first ever fight came to an arupt conclusion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But ShengMu, fueled with the hatred that she has inside of her, wipe off the entire PanGu with her powers. She wanted to kill Chang Er for coming inbetween her and RenWang's love. But the PanGu elder, who had a higher resistance than the other PanGu tribesman, managed to seal her for good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So centuries once again past and NuWa created a new batch of people, with the importand feelings and emotions that her prototypes, YaoChi ShengMu and RenWang FuXing had, love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So mankind grew into what we knew now. Fulled of bliss and joy. Love was something that many seeks, and many failed. But unknown to them, ShengMu and RenWang's seal was slowly fading as PanGu's power disappeared over time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally the seal could not contain ShengMu's hatred and was broken, she was free. And with the unsealing of ShengMu, RenWang was also free. Both of them, wanting to end the feud that was started 800 years ago, met up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ShengMu was bitter that she, the first ever woman to step on earth, the God that control life and death, lost to a mortal girl. RenWang, angry that the woman that she once love, had turn into such a monster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both of them did battle again, a battle that was started 800 years ago. The battle was more violent than the previous one. All humans in the world sense that doomsday was upon them. They all stood, viewing the battle with their loved ones, weeping tears and spenting the last of humanity, with the persons they love together by the side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But alas, the love of all mankind was enough to stop the God's from destroying it. The battle that once started by love, was ended by it. RenWang and ShengMu, was seal once again, this time by a very powerful force, a force that even god was unable to conquere, love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NuWa, realising what she had done, decided not to change mankind. For she had learn one very important lesson from the fight, and she wishes that all mankind lived to learn it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Extreme hatred can only be cause by extreme love.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8398638-112987749556573372?l=daigooro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daigooro.blogspot.com/feeds/112987749556573372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8398638&amp;postID=112987749556573372' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8398638/posts/default/112987749556573372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8398638/posts/default/112987749556573372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daigooro.blogspot.com/2005/10/angst.html' title='Angst'/><author><name>T-BoNe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12437401365012668519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8398638.post-112981147369108640</id><published>2005-10-20T20:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T15:33:09.687+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Desperation</title><content type='html'>People, introducing my new baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4334/551/1600/Ericsson_Z520i.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4334/551/320/Ericsson_Z520i.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sony Ericsson Z520i. Yes, are you jealous huh huh? Its pure white hor! And not to mention it has that beautiful alluring lights effects that would glow and blink and shine in a rythematic way the moment someone calls me hor. It has that new function called the photo DJ, video DJ and Music DJ that my old k7ooI don't have. Ain't this the most beautiful phone in the world?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, it sucks too cause it don't have radio. WTF. The most basic function of all phones, the foundation of all cells. I have bluetooth, I have wap, I have infra, I even support mp3 but I don't HAVE A FREAKING RADIO!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides, the most pek chey part, the msg-ing front is so damn &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;LARGE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Like for those cannot see things need magnifying glass one to see. Na bei, but overall its still the most pretty phone. Most importantly, its flip! =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya, and did I tell you that I'm changing phone soon? Cause my plan is going to end and this phone &lt;--- was obtain using my mothers plan. So I would now have 3 phones! Envy me lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today while I was in school, in the morning, studying, one staff in the school walk past us, and she told us good luck for our practical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of cause being the proud class that we are, we immediently told her that we are not combine science, but of higher calibre, the PURE science class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She, realising her mistake, attempt to help salvage her face, ask us how was our practical, that took place on Tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Okok loh, but abit difficult lah."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"The drawing part is it?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"No lah, drawing quite easy, only the questions that follow chim sia."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Oh, drawing very easy one what, just give you the magnification and ask you to draw loh. How difficult can that be?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Haha(Forceful laugh), the comparision question was more difficult, drawing lesser marks so easier."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Ya, so next time you draw, must see magnification and draw loh."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Operation Salvage-your-face fail. Horriblely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh, I couldn't believe that that conversation actually took place. I was more flabbergusted(Spell wrong?) that the canteen belonged only to 4/8 and 4/9. It was like, 3 tables to 1 student ratio. Maybe the teachers can arranged that every 2 classes come down for recess at one point of time, that would be so awesome. Too bad I wouldn't be around to enjoy that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally, regarding my title, I would like all of you to guess when is a man most dangerous.&lt;br /&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;The answer: When he got absolutely nothing to lose and everything to gain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So to that person in mind, don't push me too far cause I will snap. And when I snap, there's no telling what in the world I would do. Cause I would have already lose all control over me. =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8398638-112981147369108640?l=daigooro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daigooro.blogspot.com/feeds/112981147369108640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8398638&amp;postID=112981147369108640' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8398638/posts/default/112981147369108640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8398638/posts/default/112981147369108640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daigooro.blogspot.com/2005/10/desperation.html' title='Desperation'/><author><name>T-BoNe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12437401365012668519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8398638.post-112970816360738202</id><published>2005-10-19T15:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T15:33:09.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: #b9d3ee" align="middle"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;How You Life Your Life&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#c6e2ff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/howdoyouliveyourlifequiz/faces.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You seem to be straight forward, but you keep a lot inside.You're laid back and chill, but sometimes you care too much about what others think.You tend to have one best friend you hang with, as opposed to many aquaintences.Some of your past dreams have disappointed you, but you don't let it go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How true. It's a wonder how stuff like this can correctly potray out your feelings. Spooky, but fun. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya, last night I was watching the channel 8 nine o'clock show. The moment I switch on the tv, I saw this schoolboy cycling with a girl, presumingly his girlfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Guess where they are?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;East Coast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Guess what they did after that?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walk on the beach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Guess what the girl did?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wrote I Love You on the sand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Guess what happen next?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tide wash it away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Guess what the girl say?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wo hui ai ni yi sheng si shi. Or something like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bah!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Totally predictable that I switch off the tv right away. Why Mediacorp always write scripts that is so predictable one? IMO, maybe the girl should rape the guy. Ya, that is so totally cool and no one expects that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Predictability.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And one last note, good luck to all my friends taking thier C.Science practical exams tomorrow eh. Not listing names, cause will have too many liao. =0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jia you eh! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8398638-112970816360738202?l=daigooro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daigooro.blogspot.com/feeds/112970816360738202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8398638&amp;postID=112970816360738202' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8398638/posts/default/112970816360738202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8398638/posts/default/112970816360738202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daigooro.blogspot.com/2005/10/how-you-life-your-lifeyou-seem-to-be_19.html' title=''/><author><name>T-BoNe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12437401365012668519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8398638.post-112963712487685089</id><published>2005-10-18T20:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T15:33:09.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Utopia</title><content type='html'>I had my Biology Practical in the morning today. It was blardy difficult. There were so stupid questions that requires LOGICAL thinking, clearly that cannot be learn in books right? Haiz, similarities of a carrot and onion. Gosh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets hope that when bio is hard, the combine science and chemistry paper would be a breeze, cambridge markers wouldn't be so evil de right? Haha, and being colour-blind is so much fun. I practically abused that power of mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Devilish Grin*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And one last thing, Mr Leong, BON VOYAGE!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8398638-112963712487685089?l=daigooro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daigooro.blogspot.com/feeds/112963712487685089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8398638&amp;postID=112963712487685089' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8398638/posts/default/112963712487685089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8398638/posts/default/112963712487685089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daigooro.blogspot.com/2005/10/utopia.html' title='Utopia'/><author><name>T-BoNe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12437401365012668519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8398638.post-112954581617575949</id><published>2005-10-17T18:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T15:33:09.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So Near Yet So Far..</title><content type='html'>Do you even experience something that you think you were so close, just inchs away from having it, only to get that thing pulled away from you. Just when you were that close in getting it, god snap his fingers and&lt;em&gt; POOF!&lt;/em&gt; You totally lost that item.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did, and seriously it sucks to the core. I think I've experience this feeling so many times that everything something good happens to me, I will automatically tell myself;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Don't need get so happy, confirm cannot get one. Always like that one mah."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiz, dejectingly, that is the truth. The cold hard truth. And always everytime I feel defeated and vexed that I am unable to get it. What can I do, or rather, what should I do about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's fate. The more you hate fate, the more fate loves to pester you. It's a bitch, and it totally sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Don't get your hopes up so high, cause most of the time, they are just hopes. Illusions of what you thought you would get. The higher the hopes, the greater the disappointment.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so not in the state of mind to take my GCE O-level Biology Practical tomorrow. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Treasure me while I am still here. Cause I can't find anything that is worth living for right now. I might just leave one day. I am serious.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8398638-112954581617575949?l=daigooro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daigooro.blogspot.com/feeds/112954581617575949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8398638&amp;postID=112954581617575949' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8398638/posts/default/112954581617575949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8398638/posts/default/112954581617575949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daigooro.blogspot.com/2005/10/so-near-yet-so-far.html' title='So Near Yet So Far..'/><author><name>T-BoNe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12437401365012668519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8398638.post-112944274523839397</id><published>2005-10-16T14:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T15:33:08.872+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rain Rain Go Away</title><content type='html'>Wah!!! Why today must rain!! Why Why Why!! TELL ME WHY!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Beserk Marvin singing at the top of his voice*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh, never mind that. Maybe god wants me to study for my O-Level Bio Practical, which is like.. *Gasp* 2 days away!! Gosh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, sorry for the ridiculously short entry, I'm having another case of Blogger's block (hey, it rhytems!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till than, I am a very happy little boy. =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8398638-112944274523839397?l=daigooro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daigooro.blogspot.com/feeds/112944274523839397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8398638&amp;postID=112944274523839397' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8398638/posts/default/112944274523839397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8398638/posts/default/112944274523839397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daigooro.blogspot.com/2005/10/rain-rain-go-away.html' title='Rain Rain Go Away'/><author><name>T-BoNe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12437401365012668519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8398638.post-112930534058152405</id><published>2005-10-14T23:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T15:33:08.792+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Graduation.</title><content type='html'>Ha. I haven found my answer yet, but today's a special day that I so must blog about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had my graduation assembly today. Ok, I am not going to explain what the hell it is cause I'm sure almost all know. Unless an Chimpanzee visits my blog. It was touching, very.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through the 4 years I been in this school. This year is the toughest of all. Not only because of my O-levels, but also lots of problems in my social school life. Friendship, loves and hatred. Yup, I experience all of those in the short span of 10 months. Cheesy isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learn so much from being in Chua Chu Kang Secondary. I had my first crush, I didn't get the girl I love although I chase her from sec 3 to march of 2005. I saw her stead with one of my best buds. I saw them broke. I act like a complete asshole at her place at CNY. I forgot to wish her a happy birthday this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had my first relationship, I had a god kor that obviously didn't work out the way I wanted it to. I had god sisters, which all 4 are unique with different personalities. I suffered a stalking girl, that loves me and somehow that freaks me out so much. I had a tough time trying to balance my god kor relationship and ended it the way I didn't want to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had my first BG relationship and realised that I wasn't prepared for it. In the process of learning I hurt that girl. So I shouldn't really pin on the hope that me and her would be an item again cause it's impossible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learn so much from the 4 years in my school. I make a lot of enemies, a lot of friends, a group of close friends and forged lots of memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till this day, I sang the school song with pride in my voice. I am a CCKSSian. I once am, I forever am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Treasure your friends you made here, they are the best you can find." - Ms Sim, My Principal&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8398638-112930534058152405?l=daigooro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daigooro.blogspot.com/feeds/112930534058152405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8398638&amp;postID=112930534058152405' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8398638/posts/default/112930534058152405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8398638/posts/default/112930534058152405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daigooro.blogspot.com/2005/10/graduation.html' title='Graduation.'/><author><name>T-BoNe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12437401365012668519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8398638.post-112886387834672825</id><published>2005-10-09T21:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T15:33:08.675+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Resolutions</title><content type='html'>A lot of things had happen in this short time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All following one another without any breaks in between. So, I decided that enough is enough. It's tiring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had given up talking to him. Most of the time, he would just ignore me and not reply. Sms or Msn, its all the same. I also given up asking him out, its just the same old feeling everytime anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like what Miss Chow said to me, I'm an Ostrich. I bury my head inside the ground whenever danger appears. I choose to run away from stuff without facing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suffered repercussions of my past actions. I paid for the wrong-doings of my sins. It's hurting, but who I have to blame except me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A loss of a loved one is never good. Let alone the lost of 2 loved ones in a period of less than 2 months. I realised how easily we can be taken away, just with a snap of a finger, everything can changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm searching for an answer. What really are true friends for? And if I have them, who are they?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a journey that only I can walk alone. Its time I finish what I had started in the begining. No one can or would walk beside me. It's my path, a process of growing up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I wouldn't blog or appear online in front of any of you before I found thet answer that I'm looking for. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Luck for your examinations.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8398638-112886387834672825?l=daigooro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daigooro.blogspot.com/feeds/112886387834672825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8398638&amp;postID=112886387834672825' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8398638/posts/default/112886387834672825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8398638/posts/default/112886387834672825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daigooro.blogspot.com/2005/10/resolutions.html' title='Resolutions'/><author><name>T-BoNe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12437401365012668519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8398638.post-112877843499487953</id><published>2005-10-08T21:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T15:33:08.562+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick</title><content type='html'>Argh!!! With the increasing number of people falling sick, it's about time my turn came. Fever at 39.7 degrees, no joke. Best temperature for enzymes to work in. So maybe I should go do my weekend assignments, I could breeze through it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the first time I can tell other's I'm hot stuff and no one can deny that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stayed at home the whole day. Parents went over to Kotta Tinggi, while Sis and Bf was on a trip to Italty. Wanted to ask a friend if I could spent the night at his place, but when I wanted to meet him, very late liao, he going to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I went home loh, around 12 like that. And I have no more money to eat! Damn, the whole day was sleeping. Cause when you are in the state of asleep-ness, you don't feel hunger. But now I am damn hungry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fcuk, someone feed me, treat me. I have NO money for tomorrow!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8398638-112877843499487953?l=daigooro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daigooro.blogspot.com/feeds/112877843499487953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8398638&amp;postID=112877843499487953' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8398638/posts/default/112877843499487953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8398638/posts/default/112877843499487953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daigooro.blogspot.com/2005/10/sick.html' title='Sick'/><author><name>T-BoNe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12437401365012668519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8398638.post-112868947783314057</id><published>2005-10-07T20:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T15:33:08.458+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Contridicting</title><content type='html'>As expected, nothing short of utter crap marks in A.maths. 30% overall. 30 fricking percent. And the Os is less than 30 days away. Is it a good time to panick?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was sooo fun cause we never did our mock exams. We went through prelims and prelims. And we were released at 2pm cause Mrs Tan &lt;em&gt;gracefully&lt;/em&gt; allowed us to go. I so happy thought that she was so good to let us go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Than when I walk out of the school, I saw people from other classes walk out. Than I realised what a goo-do I am, &lt;em&gt;everyone&lt;/em&gt; released at 2pm lah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, I am such a oxy-moronic guy some times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People tends to say one thing to you and another thing to him/her. This just shows how strange the world is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wonder what would be the look on your face when you learn about what happen today, you self-contridicting bitch. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8398638-112868947783314057?l=daigooro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daigooro.blogspot.com/feeds/112868947783314057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8398638&amp;postID=112868947783314057' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8398638/posts/default/112868947783314057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8398638/posts/default/112868947783314057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daigooro.blogspot.com/2005/10/contridicting.html' title='Contridicting'/><author><name>T-BoNe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12437401365012668519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8398638.post-112859844387068122</id><published>2005-10-06T19:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T15:33:08.302+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You..</title><content type='html'>You&lt;strong&gt; stop&lt;/strong&gt; looking at me, or should I use the word&lt;strong&gt; STARE&lt;/strong&gt; at me. Stop staring at me with those looks on your face, filled with prejudice on me. Stop it. Cause it's an irritating feeling. And I hate it. Don't judge me with that expression on your face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would much appreciate if you &lt;strong&gt;DO NOT&lt;/strong&gt; look at me. I know I tried my best &lt;strong&gt;NOT&lt;/strong&gt; to, so I don't see why you would want to. And if you think you didn't not stare at me what so ever, than maybe you can try harder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I do not meant this to be an offensive post, if should someone felt offended by it and decides to complain to a person of higher aurthority. I repeat, I DO NOT MEAN TO BE OFFENSIVE. Thank you. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yikes, I almost failed my bio overall! Luckily I managed to squeeze one mark out of Mr Leong and viola, I pass! Hehe, I also got a b4 for my english. Whoots, maybe can get higher cause I don't know my oral marks yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh man, I seriously hate feedback sessions. They can be sooooo boring, and not to mention taking 3 classes at one go is really tiring for a teacher, let alone a pregnant teacher. Shees, talk about tough work.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8398638-112859844387068122?l=daigooro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daigooro.blogspot.com/feeds/112859844387068122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8398638&amp;postID=112859844387068122' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8398638/posts/default/112859844387068122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8398638/posts/default/112859844387068122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daigooro.blogspot.com/2005/10/you.html' title='You..'/><author><name>T-BoNe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12437401365012668519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8398638.post-112851519704430685</id><published>2005-10-05T20:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T15:33:08.187+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bah</title><content type='html'>When everything gets tough for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When everything seems so wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When everything don't seems to go the right way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When everything just sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wave your hand and flip your hair (if you have long flipp-able hair), and say...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BAH!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8398638-112851519704430685?l=daigooro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daigooro.blogspot.com/feeds/112851519704430685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8398638&amp;postID=112851519704430685' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8398638/posts/default/112851519704430685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8398638/posts/default/112851519704430685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daigooro.blogspot.com/2005/10/bah.html' title='Bah'/><author><name>T-BoNe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12437401365012668519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8398638.post-112842606765048698</id><published>2005-10-04T19:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T15:33:08.049+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Inperfections.</title><content type='html'>I dislike writing half-way during an examination and discover that my pen ran out of ink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dislike waiting for people when we agreed on a given time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dislike people telling me what to do cause I listen to no one. &lt;em&gt;(Maybe some lah.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dislike both geography and social studies on the same day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dislike a maths paper that has more than 5 marks on bionomial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dislike waking up in the morning when it's raining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dislike people misinterpreting what I say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dislike people not replying to my messages.&lt;br /&gt;I dislike people that copys my style of writing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dislike people that go ah-ga-ga-oooo when they saw a frinking chemistry reaction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dislike people that smile just for the sake of smiling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dislike people that nags early in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dislike people that suddenly laughs out loud in public.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dislike being signed out of msn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dislike waiting for over 100 people just to download one stupid song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dislike seeing red marks on my test papers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dislike writing essays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dislike when my internet connection goes haywire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dislike silent replys by the person's I cherish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dislike myself for disliking so many things.&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/8398638-112842606765048698?l=daigooro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daigooro.blogspot.com/feeds/112842606765048698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8398638&amp;postID=112842606765048698' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8398638/posts/default/112842606765048698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8398638/posts/default/112842606765048698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daigooro.blogspot.com/2005/10/inperfections_04.html' title='Inperfections.'/><author><name>T-BoNe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12437401365012668519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8398638.post-112833458878460155</id><published>2005-10-03T18:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T15:33:07.801+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mock Exams</title><content type='html'>Emma broke up with me last night while we were having our conversation through SKYPE. Apprantly some psycho bitch threaten to dye her hair with chilli sauce and stuff cow dung on her face. So for her safety I decided that it was best to let her go. It was hard, yea =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, enough of Emma Watson. Jennifer Aniston, you are next!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4334/551/1600/jennifer_aniston_119758a1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4334/551/320/jennifer_aniston_119758a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Haha, ok, I really am damn bo liao. She too old for me lah, be my sister maybe can.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mock exams today was good. We did SCGS e.maths and I got a frickin &lt;strong&gt;A&lt;/strong&gt; hor! &lt;strong&gt;A&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;A&lt;/strong&gt; for &lt;strong&gt;A&lt;/strong&gt;niston. But I don't know the overall marks lah, cause Mrs Tan didn't come so we never go through the paper 2. Hmm, she went to other school for N level?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exams are stressful periods of time. The time allocated to do the paper is usually less than 3 hours. Some situations may happen that makes you feel &lt;strong&gt;DAMN&lt;/strong&gt; piss off during that period of time. And this is some of the cases...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You realised that you didn't bring your calculator for the paper 2. This is the most jia lat of all. &lt;em&gt;Marks: 100% fail.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You realised that you use the wrong mode for calculations. You use degree instead of the other one, forget what the name liao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Marks: Pass-able if less trigo questions.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You realised that you didn't put all answers to 3 sig. fig.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Marks: Confirm pass if you never screw the other sections. Happens &lt;strong&gt;ALL&lt;/strong&gt; the time.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You realised that all 5 of your blue pen had suddenly ran out of ink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Marks: God Bless You.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You found out that your compass broke while you were doing the Loci question. (Happened to me just today.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Marks: Just lose the loci marks nia, the most 10 marks loh..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You realised that you did both the either/or question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Marks: Not affected. Although maybe the teacher will mark you down for acting smart.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup that's all that I could think of. Hope everyone does well in their exams!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got to go for geography classes. -_- ZzZzZzZzZzZz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8398638-112833458878460155?l=daigooro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daigooro.blogspot.com/feeds/112833458878460155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8398638&amp;postID=112833458878460155' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8398638/posts/default/112833458878460155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8398638/posts/default/112833458878460155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daigooro.blogspot.com/2005/10/mock-exams.html' title='Mock Exams'/><author><name>T-BoNe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12437401365012668519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8398638.post-112825022836412028</id><published>2005-10-02T18:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T15:33:07.674+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Girlfriend</title><content type='html'>Today I'm going to show you guys a picture of my and my girlfriend. Please do not kill yourself when you learn that Marvin's attached ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you ready?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Presenting my girlfriend and moi photo&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4334/551/1600/emma21.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 201px" height="133" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4334/551/320/emma21.JPG" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loving or not? We attached for 4 months liao lei.. Haha, envy or not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh, I'm so fuckingly bo liao. Ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;PS : Meant to be a joke. I am NOT attached to Emma Watson, although I wouldn't minded being with her..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8398638-112825022836412028?l=daigooro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daigooro.blogspot.com/feeds/112825022836412028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8398638&amp;postID=112825022836412028' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8398638/posts/default/112825022836412028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8398638/posts/default/112825022836412028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daigooro.blogspot.com/2005/10/my-girlfriend.html' title='My Girlfriend'/><author><name>T-BoNe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12437401365012668519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8398638.post-112817455645807809</id><published>2005-10-01T21:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T15:33:07.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mental Block</title><content type='html'>Do you know what is meant by the term "mental block" ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm experiencing it right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And where's my expected reply?&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/8398638-112817455645807809?l=daigooro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daigooro.blogspot.com/feeds/112817455645807809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8398638&amp;postID=112817455645807809' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8398638/posts/default/112817455645807809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8398638/posts/default/112817455645807809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daigooro.blogspot.com/2005/10/mental-block.html' title='Mental Block'/><author><name>T-BoNe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12437401365012668519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8398638.post-112807360459203768</id><published>2005-09-30T17:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T15:33:07.434+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Disappointing</title><content type='html'>Boo-hoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got back most of my exam's script.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not happy with the marks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh, 3 weeks of intense drilling and off we go to the final examinations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sooooooo excited!&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/8398638-112807360459203768?l=daigooro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daigooro.blogspot.com/feeds/112807360459203768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8398638&amp;postID=112807360459203768' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8398638/posts/default/112807360459203768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8398638/posts/default/112807360459203768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daigooro.blogspot.com/2005/09/disappointing.html' title='Disappointing'/><author><name>T-BoNe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12437401365012668519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8398638.post-112799496908185398</id><published>2005-09-29T19:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T15:33:07.301+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Changing</title><content type='html'>I realise that I had been extremely selfish. I finally realised that mistake I had commited. I didn't want to change myself, instead I wanted the surroundings to change for me. That, in mine and many other's option is selfish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indeed it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many of our actions might not have much impact on others, or that's the way how you view it. But unknown to you, there might be people that feel offended by that action. The very same action that you deem harmless and repeat it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have to consider that once something wrong happens, the first thing, and the best thing to do, is to point the finger at yourself. Ask yourself if there is anything you do that is wrong. After you identify that you're in the wrong, admit it and try to change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here I am, extending my deepest apologies to those people that felt offended by my actions. You know who you guys are. Good luck for your coming O-levels and have a happy and joyous remaning 39 days. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm sorry.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8398638-112799496908185398?l=daigooro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daigooro.blogspot.com/feeds/112799496908185398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8398638&amp;postID=112799496908185398' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8398638/posts/default/112799496908185398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8398638/posts/default/112799496908185398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daigooro.blogspot.com/2005/09/changing.html' title='Changing'/><author><name>T-BoNe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12437401365012668519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8398638.post-112791560847819930</id><published>2005-09-28T21:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T15:33:07.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Phobia</title><content type='html'>I'm starting to develop a phobia for human beings. It's scary to see people do evil things like on TV. &lt;em&gt;"Did you see the channel 8 show on 9pm? Gosh, the girl actually electricuted a guy! With her bare hands somemore loh!!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's really very frightening to see how people can react to such stuff. That's why I've not been online for the past few days, I just blog and leave. Easy as a-b-c. I really am afraid to talk to people, online or in real life. I prefer to have myself, at least I don't leave myself =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I flunk my chemistry by 2 marks! Argh, it's really devastating to see those marks and you don't have the power to change them. Teacher's markings have never been more perfect and not, NOT one single mistake. Geesh, that really sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The O-levels are approaching, last count 40 days. After this week, would be 3 solid weeks of mock exams. Then I would be taking my Os and thats the end of my secondary school life. Haiz, I still don't want to leave, its sad. But than, I hate my time in school. Argh! I'm contridicting myself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8398638-112791560847819930?l=daigooro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daigooro.blogspot.com/feeds/112791560847819930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8398638&amp;postID=112791560847819930' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8398638/posts/default/112791560847819930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8398638/posts/default/112791560847819930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daigooro.blogspot.com/2005/09/phobia.html' title='Phobia'/><author><name>T-BoNe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12437401365012668519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8398638.post-112780938810485743</id><published>2005-09-27T16:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T15:33:06.991+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reality</title><content type='html'>When everything seems so good to be true, and you are starting to bask in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you have finally though that you finish all the hectic work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you thought that all the bad things have finally reach a conclusion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reality decides to be a bitch and gives you a wake up call. Slamming you right from heaven all the way to hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got back my e.maths paper 1 and chemistry paper 2. Both &lt;strong&gt;flunk.&lt;/strong&gt; I didn't really expect that from my E.maths, cause I think that it wasn't that bad. But, I guess I fail it. Haiz, I really hate myself for that. I'm also disappointed with my chemistry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although many thought it was difficult, but I got tuition on that subject and yet I still fail. Haiz, I really wonder if I'm stupid, guess I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the time to clear all my emotions. I no longer have time to go handle such stuff. I'm tired enough with my work and I seriously have no more strength to bother with other stuff. People can say what they want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I don't care, and I don't have the strength to care. I'm tired, I'm beaten, I'm shattered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm NOT defeated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And by the way, bio prac was DISGUSTING. Peeling off the gills from a fish. Bleach.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8398638-112780938810485743?l=daigooro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daigooro.blogspot.com/feeds/112780938810485743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8398638&amp;postID=112780938810485743' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8398638/posts/default/112780938810485743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8398638/posts/default/112780938810485743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daigooro.blogspot.com/2005/09/reality.html' title='Reality'/><author><name>T-BoNe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12437401365012668519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8398638.post-112773598981849361</id><published>2005-09-26T19:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T15:33:06.821+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Past</title><content type='html'>Today being a holiday gives me enough reason to wake up late. Ha, I woke up at 1 plus hor. These few days didn't go out, giving me an opportunity to think about the past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously I grown a lot, both physically and emotionally during the course of 4 years in cckss. Up to now, I still think that this is a sucky school. But I am sure that during my graduation, I will cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll leave that part to blog during my end of my secondary school life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally realise why everyone thinks that the past is better than the present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because it's the past. As simple as that.&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/8398638-112773598981849361?l=daigooro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daigooro.blogspot.com/feeds/112773598981849361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8398638&amp;postID=112773598981849361' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8398638/posts/default/112773598981849361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8398638/posts/default/112773598981849361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daigooro.blogspot.com/2005/09/past.html' title='The Past'/><author><name>T-BoNe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12437401365012668519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8398638.post-112762215885478784</id><published>2005-09-25T12:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T15:33:06.244+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Waiting.</title><content type='html'>Why do people wait for things to happen? People wait for events to happen, but sometimes they know that it wouldn't happen. So why people still want to wait, even though it would ultimately disappoint them in the end?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's because they are willingly to risk the sadness, for a chance of them waiting for what they want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shees, I'm laming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pardon me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lack writer's block for the weekend. Pshhhh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8398638-112762215885478784?l=daigooro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daigooro.blogspot.com/feeds/112762215885478784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8398638&amp;postID=112762215885478784' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8398638/posts/default/112762215885478784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8398638/posts/default/112762215885478784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daigooro.blogspot.com/2005/09/waiting.html' title='Waiting.'/><author><name>T-BoNe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12437401365012668519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8398638.post-112747339333622790</id><published>2005-09-23T18:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T15:33:06.129+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to rehab</title><content type='html'>I'm trying ONCE again to piece back the shards of my life. Give me support ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finish my prelims written papers today. Woot! Biology paper 1 was ok, I think a pass is manage-able. I didn't really study so I was tikam-tikam all the way. Haha, tikam rocks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paper 2 cannot tikam ah.. So very jialat eh. My essay answers are all very short. The number of lines corespond to the number of marks. 5m = 5 lines. Die liao lah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiz, that should be it liao.. I also don't know what to write sia.. Just like mind so blank..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pfft.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8398638-112747339333622790?l=daigooro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daigooro.blogspot.com/feeds/112747339333622790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8398638&amp;postID=112747339333622790' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8398638/posts/default/112747339333622790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8398638/posts/default/112747339333622790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daigooro.blogspot.com/2005/09/back-to-rehab.html' title='Back to rehab'/><author><name>T-BoNe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12437401365012668519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8398638.post-112738850191403873</id><published>2005-09-22T19:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T15:33:06.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It was over</title><content type='html'>A.maths. Or known as additional matheticmatics to some. Known to be the single most frightening maths subject that many has tried to conquer. And many have perish doing so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am no exception.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A.Maths paper 1 was do-able. It seriously was a quite easy paper. Although a lot of marks were thrown here and there... But hey? I was proud of my achievements. At least I &lt;strong&gt;did attempted&lt;/strong&gt; all the questions..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alas, life is not a bed of roses and all things must come to an end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The starting of paper 2 was good. At least I know what the question is asking. Then slowly, things started to take a terrifying dip. Everything started to become the unfamilar terms in maths. Alpha, beta, P, Q, X, Z!!! Argh!!! I felt that I was doing an intergalactic paper!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, this is what you call Do &lt;strong&gt;AND&lt;/strong&gt; Die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then again, I'm having my last paper tomorrow. And I really felt that screwing it. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But who cares?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's only the prelims.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8398638-112738850191403873?l=daigooro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daigooro.blogspot.com/feeds/112738850191403873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8398638&amp;postID=112738850191403873' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8398638/posts/default/112738850191403873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8398638/posts/default/112738850191403873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daigooro.blogspot.com/2005/09/it-was-over.html' title='It was over'/><author><name>T-BoNe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12437401365012668519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8398638.post-112728062320497893</id><published>2005-09-21T13:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T15:33:05.932+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I screwed my Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Warning: Extremely sadistic post here. Top with lots of cursing and tears&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I screwed my dreams of a Chemistry A1 grade. I didn't know how to do A LOT of questions and I was suffering from a fucking headache. Fuck lah, last night I was practically not concentrated on my chem revision. I was thinking of some stupid stuff!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Tomorrow will be a better day."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nabei! Who the hell came up with this Fucking phrase? HUH? Tell me can?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many tomorrowS have I gone through? And how many times I was &lt;strong&gt;DISAPPOINTED THAT TOMORROW WAS THE SAME AS TODAY?&lt;/strong&gt; How many times have I been sad? Fuck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, I hope that you have internet connection up there and you are Fucking reading this blog. &lt;strong&gt;CAUSE I HAVE ENOUGH! I HAD ENOUGH OF YOU TAKING AWAY EVERYTHING THAT IS PRECIOUS TO ME!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You didn't give me the person I love. Fine. I accept that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You didn't give me that joy that every kid have when they were young. Fine I accept that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;BUT MOTHERFUCKINGLY, YOU DO NOT HAVE THE RIGHT TO TAKE AWAY THE FRIENDS THAT I &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LOVE AND CHERISH&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;/span&gt; YOU DO NOT HAVE THAT RIGHT TO DO SO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;SO WHAT IF YOU ARE GOD!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone once told me that we are all puppets in GOd's script. And I didn't believe. Now I'm starting to believe. What have I done to deserve such a fate? I seems to be doomed to repeat all those mistakes in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to pick up the shards in my broken life. And I had moltivation. Yes, I had something to keep me going. And now where I thought that I had finally reshape the life that I so badly want, YOU TAKE AWAY THE VERY &lt;strong&gt;SOURCE OF MY MOLTIVATION!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MOTHERFUCKER, YOU DON'T KNOW HOW MUCH I CHERISH AND LOVE THIS FRIEND!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You never know that I had such a hard time getting to where I am now. And you better DON'T DARE to take him away from me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause if you do, you better prepare to suffer hell cause I will personally go up to heaven and pull you DOWN TO HELL MYSELF!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desperate men do desperate things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DON'T FORCE ME.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8398638-112728062320497893?l=daigooro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daigooro.blogspot.com/feeds/112728062320497893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8398638&amp;postID=112728062320497893' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8398638/posts/default/112728062320497893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8398638/posts/default/112728062320497893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daigooro.blogspot.com/2005/09/i-screwed-my-life_21.html' title='I screwed my Life'/><author><name>T-BoNe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12437401365012668519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8398638.post-112721594757589702</id><published>2005-09-20T19:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T15:33:05.678+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I was right</title><content type='html'>I was right. Social Studies today was a breeze. I did Merger and Separation, or should I say that I vomitted it. Haha, it was purely unexpected that merger came out. Woo-hoo. I am a genius after all! (bhb, but don't care)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*Grins*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today something very scary happen. During my english paper 2, it was about freaking jellyfish, and man it was tough. Really really tough. I sense a failing grade coming up. But that's not important now, the important thing was that, while going to the toilet, Mr Leong whack my butt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DON'T YOU DARE laugh or poke fun at my unfortunate escapades.If you do, I swear I'll slap you personally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"MAY MR LEONG, THAT SMACK MARVIN'S SEXY BUTT HAVE HIS FEET SWELL UP TO A GIGANTIC LARGE OVERSIZE ELEPHANT LEG!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't overdo it.&lt;br /&gt;100 repetitions would do.&lt;br /&gt;Remember, Unity is strength.&lt;br /&gt;I seek your sincere co-operation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This only proves one thing. My ass is soo sexy that even the men can't resist. Wuhahaha. &lt;em&gt;So any girl want to be my stead? I got sexy butt lei, even the males that see me also cannot resist smacking it!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought that being over-dependent on a person was bad. Hence I decided to see how I would live my life without that person. So I'm now waiting for a e-mail reply or any reply that can reply my e-mail! HA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"MAY MR LEONG, THAT SMACK MARVIN'S SEXY BUTT HAVE HIS FEET SWELL UP TO A GIGANTIC LARGE OVERSIZE ELEPHANT LEG!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;100 times.&lt;br /&gt;Don't forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;P.S: Just joking about the cursing part. I don't want my bio teacher to be unavailable during a time where he's so crucial to me you know? =)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8398638-112721594757589702?l=daigooro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daigooro.blogspot.com/feeds/112721594757589702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8398638&amp;postID=112721594757589702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8398638/posts/default/112721594757589702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8398638/posts/default/112721594757589702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daigooro.blogspot.com/2005/09/i-was-right.html' title='I was right'/><author><name>T-BoNe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12437401365012668519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8398638.post-112713853699822587</id><published>2005-09-19T21:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T15:33:05.545+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First Time For Everything</title><content type='html'>There a first time for everything, that's what they used to say. (Do you ever wonder who is the they?) And today, I experienced a lot of my first time. My first kiss, my first hug, my first sex.. Ooops, wrong infor here. =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's the first time I actually felt that e.maths is difficult. Yes, its my first time. I practically didn't have enough time for the both 2 papers and was rushing the whole paper. Shees, I'm sure that I can pass, but not with flying colours. Maybe just swimming colours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's the first time I actually did a number patterns question in the either-or section. I didn't have the time!! I rushed through the last question like in 5 minutes. Suddenly my brain reacted so fast that I didn't need to think. All the answers just came rushing into my brains like those aunties do when they see that Ero is having a 60% sale!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's the first time I actually realised that I might fail my e.maths. I used to think that people that commented that they would fail their e.maths were moronic pigs. Come on, how can you actually fail E.maths? But today I realise I was wrong. I had that image of me flashing through my head....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mrs Tan giving back class papers. "We have one failure." She said in a jiao bin face. "Marvin Chua." And I was sitting there screaming my head off. "ITS IMPOSSIBLE!!! I CANNOT FAIL MY E.MATHS!!!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh, its so frightening. I also noticed that the maths teachers were walking around looking at students expressions as they did the paper. I bet they were all thinking like this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"HAHA, this student cannot even find what is  (5^13 - 124x5^11 - 1)/(5^12+1)! So stupid! Know my li hai-ness liao mah? Wuhahaha!" And they all walk around smirking at their success in kiling off students morale. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But unknown to the suffering students. The maths teachers met up in the conference room and gave each other a high-5 and pop some whisky and celebrate at their victory.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So evil right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's is the first time I realised that I had soo many first times. Ok this is lame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're wondering why I'm here blogging where everyone is buried in their notes on how singapore merge and how Sri Lanka fought, its because I'm a genius. HAHA, Joking. I really have no mood to study my ss. I feel like flunking the paper man. Geesh, I am so mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I guess its time to return to my table to Ss. Well, for those that read this, don't mug to the extent of neglecting your health and the people around you. They might feel hurt. See ya guys and Good Luck!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8398638-112713853699822587?l=daigooro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daigooro.blogspot.com/feeds/112713853699822587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8398638&amp;postID=112713853699822587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8398638/posts/default/112713853699822587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8398638/posts/default/112713853699822587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daigooro.blogspot.com/2005/09/first-time-for-everything.html' title='First Time For Everything'/><author><name>T-BoNe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12437401365012668519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8398638.post-112704195827421693</id><published>2005-09-18T19:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T15:33:05.434+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm feeling so weird..</title><content type='html'>I feeling very weird today. There's this feeling of emptiness inside me, and I'm not feeling any sadness too. I just feel very... Helpless and tired. It's a damn strange feeling I'm having and I seriously don't like it one bit. Thinking, I came to the conclusion that I'm missing this person name &lt;strong&gt;X. &lt;/strong&gt;Stupid symbol for a name right? I don't know, I just want to blog about &lt;strong&gt;X&lt;/strong&gt; more and more often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets wish everyone good luck for the coming week. Prelims all the way. Jia you =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: Sorry for the short post. My weekends are horriblely boring. There isn't anything worth blogging so I didn't really want to give you an accurate elboration of my day so I might as well blog about my feelings. Sigh, I'm feeling so missing someone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8398638-112704195827421693?l=daigooro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daigooro.blogspot.com/feeds/112704195827421693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8398638&amp;postID=112704195827421693' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8398638/posts/default/112704195827421693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8398638/posts/default/112704195827421693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daigooro.blogspot.com/2005/09/im-feeling-so-weird.html' title='I&apos;m feeling so weird..'/><author><name>T-BoNe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12437401365012668519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8398638.post-112695819192669424</id><published>2005-09-17T19:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T15:33:05.317+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2 for the price of 1</title><content type='html'>Today is a special treat for my readers. i'm blogging today and yesterday's entry together!! Rejoice mortals, celebrate and make this day " Marvin's 2 in 1 day" as a public holiday! Wuhaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh, I am seriously starting to crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had my prelims yesterday. My english was not very well done, considering that I thought about what I wrote and reach the conclusion. I think the most I would be able to scrape a pass. That's all, full-stop. Ok, new paragraph. I really think I suck at my english. Although I did use those chim-ology phrases, but I think it still sucks man. Damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geography paper. It was good. Nuff said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to lan after the papers. It was kind of funny craping with Hon and Kuan. Hehe, and ya, SweeSiang, Mao and Kuan Zhen help this very very chio girl make a video eh! Remember to stay tune to your television set hor. Maybe you can catch a glimsp of our School hunk runner-up. (I refuse to call him school Belle. Yuck, it sounds like bell.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went home and I think I was slacking eh. Yup, really the prelim's isn't getting to me whatsoever. I am still the no-pressure dude. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today went for tuition ah. Then I was happily licking my Magnolia Double Fudge Chocolate Ice-cream when I saw a familar figure alighting from the opposite bus-stop. It was &lt;strong&gt;LUN YI!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kanasai I almost got a heart attack at that point of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Than I learn that he visiting a friend and bide goodbye. My tuition classes stoping the end of the month lei. Boo-hoo. I learn so much from the classes. Would miss you guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NiNaBei. Click this link to see a video of a person singing Yi Shi De Mei Hao with a ghost. No bluff. But becareful, very horrible. &lt;a href="http://www.stevenlim.net/ghost.wmv"&gt;http://www.stevenlim.net/ghost.wmv&lt;/a&gt; Be warn, its STEVEN LIM!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh. I feel so tramatised watching that video.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The following content might seems sadist to some and viewers discreetion is advised.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One-sided relationship seriously sucks. Big time. Be it love or friendship. Well, there might be more but this are the 2 I'm most familar with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It just sucks to see that you gave it all you had and all you got was a piece of shit, with lots of sadness as topping. Serve in a bowl and with a cup of gloating. Damnit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate myself for this type of behaviour cause that's what I'm doing. I'm treating them the way they are not treating me. I understand that they might not express it like I do but at least can show abit right? A inchy weeny tiny bit also cannot ah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I seriously hate people that behaves like what Angela said in her blog. To think that we used to be friends, mind you, close friends before. It taints my mind and body to know that I used to have such a disgusting friend before. Bleach!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One last thing, people are showing their true faces at long last. Showing the ugly side of their nature while maintaining the goody two shoe one with their so-called friends. It really makes me sick. And disgusted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm ready for some anoymous action here. It's a long time since those 3 jack-asses post a comment. So I'm waiting for them. And friends, please don't tell me to stay happy or strong. I am. Thank you. ^^&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8398638-112695819192669424?l=daigooro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daigooro.blogspot.com/feeds/112695819192669424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8398638&amp;postID=112695819192669424' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8398638/posts/default/112695819192669424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8398638/posts/default/112695819192669424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daigooro.blogspot.com/2005/09/2-for-price-of-1.html' title='2 for the price of 1'/><author><name>T-BoNe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12437401365012668519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8398638.post-112678235906012879</id><published>2005-09-15T18:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T15:33:05.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost.</title><content type='html'>No more bitching about geography prelims after tomorrow. Simple reason being, TOMORROW IS MY GEOGRAPHY PRELIMS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Jia Lat liao eh!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't prepare and probably would do selective studying anyway. Anyway, it's a good time for god to show me the existance of something call miracles. " Hear that &lt;em&gt;Guan Yin Niang Niang&lt;/em&gt;? Give me &lt;em&gt;Qi Ji&lt;/em&gt; please, pretty pretty please? You very chio lei. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ladies and Gentlemen, this is a case of severly-damaged brain concussion due to the overdose of geography. Sad isn't it? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I discover that if I sleep at 3 am, I wouldn't be tired. Well, I will be slightly tired but not as tired as during the time where I sleep at 10 plus. Strange eh? I wonder too....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to find Mr Tan Wee Liat. KNNCCBNNB! He tell me that he can meet me immediently after school. This means without delay right? But no, he didn't appear at all and I have to wait for 15 minutes. Than he appear and &lt;em&gt;VIOLA&lt;/em&gt;~ He vanished to help students in 4.6 photocopy worksheet. Wtf. Luckily I decided to consult someone else that commands the same surname as him and unbelievably cleared my doubts. And yes, I went home an angry and very piss off boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To make matter worst, I was fired ( Donald Trump face appearing, with his trademark pose ) and I have to clear my books. Actually also not much books, just my chemistry, biology and a.maths. And surely I have to take a cab back home right? So I did. And the weather was freakishly hot and the stupid-moronic-himbotic-brainless cab driver turn his air-con to low. Stupidity of humans never fails to amuse me. Damn, should have taken down his number plate and warn everyone not to patronish his cab.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I'm off to mug for my geography.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guang Ying Niang Niang you should be crown Miss Supreme Universe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are hotter then Jennifer Aniston. So bless me with the brain of Mr Tan Wee Liat Combine with Mr James Koh ok? *&lt;em&gt;Fingers Cross&lt;/em&gt;* =p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8398638-112678235906012879?l=daigooro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daigooro.blogspot.com/feeds/112678235906012879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8398638&amp;postID=112678235906012879' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8398638/posts/default/112678235906012879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8398638/posts/default/112678235906012879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daigooro.blogspot.com/2005/09/lost.html' title='Lost.'/><author><name>T-BoNe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12437401365012668519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8398638.post-112670639234993230</id><published>2005-09-14T21:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T15:33:04.948+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh.My.God</title><content type='html'>Prelims in 2 days time and I haven finish one farking page of the notes. Jia lat liao. I see my class they like all so prepared for it. Hmm, I think I should go burn the midnight oil. Maybe also not enough time ah. Pffft...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Expenses nowadays are rising to a new height, like the World Trade Towers in New York. Maybe Osama come bomb me! Wuhahaha, that will be so god-damn lame. But seriously, if he really come bomb me ah, I also feel very honoured sia, terrorist view me more as a threat to them compare to the Singapore Government. See I so li hai. =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep on sleeping in the afternoon and waking up at 7 plus than watch tv and sleep again lei! How? I got this inregular sleeping habit le. WO BU YAO!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Irc now cannot download music le. I also don't know where to download except get from bai du or from Lun yi. I cannot find a sorce of self-downloadable music!!! The singapore government is so dick sometimes. Although this is a very effecieve way, but also don't need to do until so&lt;em&gt; jue&lt;/em&gt; right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;BAH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I actually enjoying watching shows as a third-person side. It gives you a chance to observe people, learn about them, and maybe just to see in glee how they kill each other. As in the esp of One tree hill, starring the most lovable, cute, handsome, blah blah blah &lt;em&gt;Chad Micheal Murray&lt;/em&gt;. Do watch it sometimes, its excellent entertainment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;My blardly bag broke AGAIN today. And I just fix it yesterday. Wa liew, so kanasai loh. I walk walk walk from my class than outside 4.6.&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; ' SNAP, BOOM.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;' My bag's strap broke. Than I didn't put inside more than my file (cramp with overwhelming maths test papers.), my geography map book, my foolscape pad, my zen, pencil box, calculator and keys. Oh and water bottle too. Then it snap liao. NIKE DE LEI!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I swear if it snap again I will not longer support Nike.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Just Do It.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8398638-112670639234993230?l=daigooro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daigooro.blogspot.com/feeds/112670639234993230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8398638&amp;postID=112670639234993230' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8398638/posts/default/112670639234993230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8398638/posts/default/112670639234993230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daigooro.blogspot.com/2005/09/ohmygod.html' title='Oh.My.God'/><author><name>T-BoNe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12437401365012668519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8398638.post-112661308656355141</id><published>2005-09-13T19:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T15:33:04.851+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Once Upon a Time</title><content type='html'>One upon a time there was this woman who looked like Cher. She may have once been beautiful, who knows? But now, she just looks scary beyond all reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, 17 years ago this woman had sex with an albino, and after that, she got a baby daughter who looks really pretty, and her face was white as snow, her hair a jet black, and her lips red as blood. The proud mother called her Snow White.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The albino daddy of Snow White decided to turn gay, so the mother brought her baby daughter to the local pub where she could drown all her sorrows. Alas, she got drunk again, but this time, the one night stand turned out to be a Prince! The desperate Prince was forced by his dying mum to marry a fat and ugly princess from the next country before he could be King, so he decided to marry Snow White's mum instead, faking his mum that Snow White was his daughter but he was just afraid to acknowledge her a year ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Prince's mother died and the Prince was made King, making Snow White a princess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now there's a problem. As the Queen got older and more wrinkled, the King seems to eye beautiful Snow White more and more. One day, the Queen saw the King touch Snow White's hands lustily!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"AHEM!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The King and Snow White jumped apart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"My King, it has been long since you gave me a gift.... I want a servant who can tell me how beautiful I am everyday, because apparently my daugther is getting more attractive than me, isn't she?!! HUH?!""&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The King gave a loud grunt and heck cared the Queen, so the angry Queen smacked the King on the head with a piece of Char Siew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oww~! That fucking hurts! What was that for? And where did that piece of thing come from?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Its for ignoring me, you bastard! And its apparently called a Char Siew, this thing. Someone mailed it to me. I find no use for it except to whack you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Whatever. You are a wrinkled as Lee Kwan Yew."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Who is that?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Some Chinese man which our prophet says will be the most wrinkled man on Earth in future."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Our prophet always talks bullshit! Ask him to predict the next war and he will say something like, 'Do-do birds will be extinct.' Wtf? Do-do birds will never be extinct, they are everywhere! What an idiotic prophet we have!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The King took advantage of the situation, grabbed the Char Siew, and smacked the Queen on the head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Go get urself that magic mirror in my room and stop yakking and yakking! Leave me alone with Snow White!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I thought you loved that mirror?", the Queen asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It used to tell me my dick is the longest in the world but now it refuses to look at it since I tried to shove it into its mouth."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"YOU WHAT? DISGUSTING BASTARD!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I am King. I do whatever I want."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, the Queen got hold of the mirror.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mirror mirror on the wall, tell me, whos the fairest of them all?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guy in the mirror woke up, and said, "Michael Jackson after his bleaching? No. Actually, Snow White. Duh. Did you even for a moment think it was you? You are scary beyond all reason! Anyway, wait till you hear what that husband of yours did to me!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Queen gave the mirror no chance to do that. She whacked it with the piece of Char siew and it smashed into a million pieces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Lai ren ah!", she screamed. "Kill Snow White for me! "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily for Snow White, she was hiding behind the door when all these happened&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She ran to the well, and started to sing about how some day her prince will come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walking idly, she arrived at this little hut. Being the rude and ill-mannered princess she is, she walked into the hut without knocking, and saw 7 little dwarves watching soccer in underwear. One of them was reading a porn magazine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You think Liang Po Po is the ugliest thing since evolution, but you have no idea. A dwarf in underwear is infinitely worse. Snow White screamed in horror&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But too bad for Snow White. A scream is the last thing she should have done, because it immediately idenifies her as a lady and what would seven ugly men living alone want?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A maid of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dwarves shoved Snow White into the room, and started to get her to clean up the house, while they continued drinking ale while watching soccer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With this, Snow White lived for a few months.She particularly hated Sneezy the dwarf coz he always throws his used tissues around. Snow White was held prisoner because she was too dumb to unlock the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In case you are wondering why the dwarves are not sexually interested in Snow White, it is because Snow White is too big for them. In physical size.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, one day the dwarf called Grumpy decided to let Snow White have an apple and take a rest, coz Snow White cleaned his room particularly well that day. What he doesn't know is that Snow White hates him and have put chilli powder into his underwear, but I guess what he doesn't know wouldn't hurt him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snow White took a bite and decided to act like she died. She somehow had this feeling that this would get her out of the house. She also read in several story books that a kiss from a prince will revive the dead, and it seems that princes only like to kiss dead girls? So she will pretend to be dead and come to life when a prince kisses her! She tried not to think how disgusting it is if it were the dwarves to kissed her instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what if it was Lee Kwan Yew who kissed her? Oh no! But she will have to take chances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dwarves found Snow White dead and shoved her into the forest to rot, and got on with their lifes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snow White laid on the ground, sobbing in her heart, as the forest is a dreadful place and she feels really sorry for herself that she has to live her life this way. Where should she go? She can't even go home, her mum will (literally) kill her! And she didn't dare open her eyes, she was scared the dwarves would still be there; scared of what she will see...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, she heard steps of a horse and a man... Not light steps like those of the dwarves... Steps of a real man... And the air was filled with the sensual smell of Davidoff purfume... Ah... What arousal...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snow White knew there was hope. It must be her Prince!! She prayed and prayed that her cleavage can be seen... and that her hair covered that stupid pimple she just got.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Prince bent down, and gave Snow White a deep, tongue wrestling, lip-locking kiss, which took away Snow White's breath and melted her heart. She could feel his sharp nose and chiselled face against hers, and his luscious lips; they are oh, so soft....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snow White fluttered her long dark eyelashes open, to see a hunky, dark-haired man with dark brown curls looking at her lovingly...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, you must be my prince!", Snow White exclaimed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes.... You are beautiful, my Princess...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Are u gonna marry me?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, my dear..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Do you gamble, drink excessively, and watch soccer all the time?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No, no, and no..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Children?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Children as well. And dead people."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, alright. I suppose you are pretty enough for me to promise that."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Are you rich?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes. I am a millionaire."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh my God you are perfect!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And I love you, my princess... There... You must be tired.. Let me ride you on horseback to my castle..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, yes my Prince..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that, Snow White travelled for 3 days on the Prince's horse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She arrived at a construction site.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, the castle is still building?", she queried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Uhmmmm...", the Prince mumbled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Actually I've got something to tell you. My name is Joe Millionaire."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Snow White vomitted blood and died on the spot, this time for real.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;**&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Adpated from &lt;a href="http://xiaxue.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://xiaxue.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;. In case you are living in the toilet bowl for the past 3 years, she's Asian's best blogger. So no harm going to read this. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Sorry for not blogging as something came up. Promise blogging tomorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;PS: I'm so happy I pass my chem prac~ =)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8398638-112661308656355141?l=daigooro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daigooro.blogspot.com/feeds/112661308656355141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8398638&amp;postID=112661308656355141' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8398638/posts/default/112661308656355141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8398638/posts/default/112661308656355141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daigooro.blogspot.com/2005/09/once-upon-time.html' title='Once Upon a Time'/><author><name>T-BoNe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12437401365012668519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8398638.post-112653432416229152</id><published>2005-09-12T21:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T15:33:04.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh crap</title><content type='html'>When I walk into my bathroom and showering, a &lt;strong&gt;cockroach&lt;/strong&gt; wriggled past me, I knew today wasn't going to be my day. And man, I hate myself for being a genius and predict everything correctly. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Chinese's prelims were extrodinary-ly difficult. It seems practically like a greek paper to me. The han yu ping ying part was like, WTF?! It was only later than I realised that it came all from 4b. Damn-ation to the fullest. The sentence-structiong also like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No classes after the examinations! Song bo! (Actually got, but can choose not to go back. Who will anyway?) Went to mac with MaoMao to wait for the other guys that gong-gong return to class. Mao very lame-ass one I tell you. Haha, very lame. Cannot tahan. He makes the temperature in snow city feel hot man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DoTa today was very fun, funky and funny. Haha, I'm laming here if people don't get the joke. Although lost both matches, but hell it was damn enjoyable. &lt;em&gt;" Oi Blink where? "&lt;/em&gt; Haha! Kui Yang was announcing to the world that he don't want to pair up with Kuan Zhen anymore. Lolx!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dinner was settled at Swedens. It's so sickening. I suddenly developed a phobia of swedens, and i decided to name it &lt;em&gt;swedens-dephobia&lt;/em&gt;! See I so li hai discover a unknown disease eh, zhun bo?&lt;em&gt; (Zhun ah!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Head swelling to an enormously gargancula size. *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My original plan was to recuit a new pair of shoes into my collection. But I didn't. For reasons, please read on... The moment, the F**King moment, I stepped into the shop, you guess what happen?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The plastic-encrusted smile sales-girl approaches me with her &lt;em&gt;"Hi, do you need anything?" &lt;/em&gt;And apprantly I prefer to shop alone and you guess what she did?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHE MUTHAFUCKER FOLLOWED ME WHEREVER I GO, LIKE I WILL STEAL A SHOE LIKE THAT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nnb, what bloody use I have for &lt;strong&gt;one &lt;/strong&gt;freaking shoe? Its &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ONE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; shoe. I have &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;TWO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; feets. The stupidity of humanity never fails to amaze me. My mum then arrived and guess again what she do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHE SMILED AND WALK AWAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, I hate those people. Hypocrites. See adult that don't follow them. Please lah, statistic show that more than 70% of shop-lifting is above 18 loh. SO WHY YOU FOLLOW ME DON'T FOLLOW MY MUM? Bimbotic bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People in this world is so fake. Changing appearances seems to be build into humans. It just depends on how fast you work. In the Sale-girl's case, she confirm is Pentinum 4 one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh, enough of hypocrites. Want to say a big THANK YOU to Lun Yi for uploading &lt;strong&gt;300 &lt;/strong&gt;(300 hor!) songs into my mp3. This type of friend where to find?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;XieXie, Arigato, Thank you, dank u, merci, danke, grazie!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ps: today is so heavenly enriching. ^^&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8398638-112653432416229152?l=daigooro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daigooro.blogspot.com/feeds/112653432416229152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8398638&amp;postID=112653432416229152' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8398638/posts/default/112653432416229152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8398638/posts/default/112653432416229152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daigooro.blogspot.com/2005/09/oh-crap.html' title='Oh crap'/><author><name>T-BoNe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12437401365012668519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8398638.post-112642845098730106</id><published>2005-09-11T16:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T15:33:04.591+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sia lah, die liao lah</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow is my prelims! Die liao, cause I never touch the textbook for the whole of last week. I need Jesus, Guang Yin Niang Niang, Ru Lai, and all those gods to pray for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went out to have ice cream with Anton today. It was so kanina hot loh. Then I was like waiting for the bus arh, then beside me got one freaking disgusting uncle. HE DIGGING HIS NOSE LOH! WTF!? There is at least 5 people around him and he OPENLY digs his nose. Eeeek, I can hear the 3 teenager girls squeking beside me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear to god if he would to pop the "P-sai" into his mouth, I would faint in public. Oh what have I done to have such gross people in my neighbourhood!? Hello? Where is the manners in people? Someone kill me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Swedens with Anton and ordered them. I got a cookie summit while he got a black bart. It was nice cause my "sexual"-desire for ice-cream is finally satisfied. Woo-hoo~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw my primary school friend on the bus back home. OMG!! It's like 4 years since we last saw each other, and I really miss her. Ok lah, bluff you one. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a nice short chat and I managed to get her number. And things started to get out of hand and she's now 3 months pregnant! Haha, kidding lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh, my prelims is in 11 hours time and I decided not to study, yea I'm a bad kid. I'm off to enjoy my last freaking day of the holidays. Lets hope I dream of studying, get the joke?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8398638-112642845098730106?l=daigooro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daigooro.blogspot.com/feeds/112642845098730106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8398638&amp;postID=112642845098730106' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8398638/posts/default/112642845098730106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8398638/posts/default/112642845098730106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daigooro.blogspot.com/2005/09/sia-lah-die-liao-lah.html' title='Sia lah, die liao lah'/><author><name>T-BoNe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12437401365012668519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8398638.post-112635521396231369</id><published>2005-09-10T20:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T15:33:04.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A few words</title><content type='html'>First up, I would LOVE to thank the 3 idoitic jack-ass anoymous for EVERYTHING that they have done. Thank you so much! Thanks to your senseless and moronic bitching about how sucky I am. I took a few days thinking and realised that I have a LOT of friends that supported me. I also discovered that some friends that I thought to be my best-friend, are actually not!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Gasps*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya and anyway, thanks for everything you said, it made me a STRONGER person. Thanks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Grins*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No blogging tonight, coz don't have writer's block. Besides, my saturdays are very boring. Hahax.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8398638-112635521396231369?l=daigooro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daigooro.blogspot.com/feeds/112635521396231369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8398638&amp;postID=112635521396231369' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8398638/posts/default/112635521396231369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8398638/posts/default/112635521396231369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daigooro.blogspot.com/2005/09/few-words.html' title='A few words'/><author><name>T-BoNe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12437401365012668519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8398638.post-112523474827079134</id><published>2005-08-28T21:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T15:33:04.391+08:00</updated><title type='text'>28o8o5</title><content type='html'>i'm sad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8398638-112523474827079134?l=daigooro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daigooro.blogspot.com/feeds/112523474827079134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8398638&amp;postID=112523474827079134' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8398638/posts/default/112523474827079134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8398638/posts/default/112523474827079134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daigooro.blogspot.com/2005/08/28o8o5.html' title='28o8o5'/><author><name>T-BoNe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12437401365012668519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8398638.post-112450725035014817</id><published>2005-08-20T10:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T15:33:04.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2oo8o5</title><content type='html'>I've given up. I've give up picking the pieces of my life back up again. I'm not going to do anything, i'm not going to say anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before you guys start scolding me about how iresponsible for me to skip dance practise, although the audition is on wednesday. allow me to say something. i nv felt that i was involved in this dance, seriously i never felt that way. i never really had that idea that this is a class thing. probably due to the fact that i don't feel part of the class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've have been spenting quite a lot of my school time alone if you have'nt noticed. you guys seems to just run off without giving a damn about me. in fact, no one in class gives a damn. no matter what i do, no matter what i say, its still the same. you think that has no effect on me? sorry, but the feeling is snowballing inside me everytime that happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and he even wrote on kian yong's birthday card wishing that i'll stop following me. ok, i'm a parastic ass. happy about that Mr L? i admit that i'm clinging on someone ok? thats because of what you have done. so kindly shut your mouth when i didn't do anything to you. if i have, feel free to tell me if u dare. if fact i want you to, so i can know what the hell i did to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i guess that's really it. i've given up trying to become part of the class again. its futile. i don't belong in it and i never will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and to nazilah if you read this, i know lying is wrong. so is leaving without any notice is very iresponsible. sorry about that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8398638-112450725035014817?l=daigooro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daigooro.blogspot.com/feeds/112450725035014817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8398638&amp;postID=112450725035014817' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8398638/posts/default/112450725035014817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8398638/posts/default/112450725035014817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daigooro.blogspot.com/2005/08/2oo8o5.html' title='2oo8o5'/><author><name>T-BoNe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12437401365012668519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8398638.post-112436996954498180</id><published>2005-08-18T20:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T15:33:04.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'>18o8o5</title><content type='html'>ok, i decided to retake my mother tongue O-levels. although today ms ellan tan came into class and ask who didn't want to retake, i told her i didn't want to. but after thinking through. i got nothing to lose at all. so just go for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we were told that there would be dance practise tomorrow. ok, i'm fine with that considering i only attended one. however we were told in a forceful manner, or somewhat commanding. can't u use a better tone to talk to us? its really unfair though that you speak to the class like we own you a living. yes its stressful to be the "leader" of the class, but try not to use that tone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fridays tomorrow! and there would be photo-taking in the morning. how come our p.e always gets eaten up? wonders. oh ya, fadillah told me that the class t-shirts are ready by monday. weee, exciting to get it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8398638-112436996954498180?l=daigooro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daigooro.blogspot.com/feeds/112436996954498180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8398638&amp;postID=112436996954498180' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8398638/posts/default/112436996954498180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8398638/posts/default/112436996954498180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daigooro.blogspot.com/2005/08/18o8o5.html' title='18o8o5'/><author><name>T-BoNe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12437401365012668519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8398638.post-112428959970254349</id><published>2005-08-17T22:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T15:33:03.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'>17o8o5</title><content type='html'>hmm, expect the unexpected and don't unexpected the expected. shees, i'm contridicting myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bio was practical and it was rather fun. a.maths was boring as its after all maths. during chemistry ms chow made a statement that i agree to the fullest extent. and social studies was just boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need to retake my chinese?! argh! i don't understand why i have to do so. its like a miracle that i'm able to scrape a b3, yes i use scrape, than now the teacher tells me i have potential to get higher? wtf. i don't understand the nonsense in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;night classes was fun. probably due to the fact that i had daryl by my side and he was laming all the way. making the day more enjoyable. thanks dude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, i think i sort of give up asking you out for lunch or dinners. maybe its because everytime the answer is the same. or maybe you're avoiding me. than again, i'll follow what you always tell me, don't think so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, i have a chem test tomorrow and i absolutely have not touch it, and don't intend to. to maybe i'm off to mug/sleep/watch tv. nights.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8398638-112428959970254349?l=daigooro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daigooro.blogspot.com/feeds/112428959970254349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8398638&amp;postID=112428959970254349' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8398638/posts/default/112428959970254349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8398638/posts/default/112428959970254349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daigooro.blogspot.com/2005/08/17o8o5.html' title='17o8o5'/><author><name>T-BoNe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12437401365012668519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8398638.post-112419954419545786</id><published>2005-08-16T21:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T15:33:03.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'>16o8o5</title><content type='html'>Woo-hoo! I cleared my english oral~! Shalalala... Hahax, it was overall quite good i think. The english teacher that took me was kind of friendly. I felt kind of at ease with her. It was good! Let's hope that i can use this marks to elavate me to a higher grade. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs tan was in school today. darn. the maths test was postpone AGAIN. although the first time wasn't so-called postpone. it was due to the lack of time. shees, lets hope that the revision i did 2 weeks ago still stays in my brain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the rest of the school's lessons were average. mr tan was not here again so there's no geo. funny thing that the school didn't send us a relieve teacher though. maybe they thinks we are capable of taking care of ourselves? highly unlikely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;didn't really feel sad over the 2 days probably due to the simple reason that i ignore those things that made me sad and took notice of those that made me feel happy. although its hard to pretent that somethings don't affect me, but its just like less that 100 days to the end of my secondary school's career so got to hang in there. although a particular attitude of a close friend of mine seems to hurt me lots-i'm so sick of being hurt-but than again, lifes not a bed of roses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lets hope i can keep on smiling...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8398638-112419954419545786?l=daigooro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daigooro.blogspot.com/feeds/112419954419545786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8398638&amp;postID=112419954419545786' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8398638/posts/default/112419954419545786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8398638/posts/default/112419954419545786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daigooro.blogspot.com/2005/08/16o8o5.html' title='16o8o5'/><author><name>T-BoNe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12437401365012668519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8398638.post-112410422786658114</id><published>2005-08-15T19:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T15:33:03.708+08:00</updated><title type='text'>15o8o5</title><content type='html'>My stooopid internet connection got problem sia. Do things half-way will suddenly disconnect. So kanasai one lei.. Let me show you a typical scene I experienced a little too many...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Leo saids: Harlo!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Friend saids: yoz!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Friend saids: Got what homework arh?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Leo saids: hmm, geo?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;* You have failed to send this message as you are not signed in. *&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KNNCCB!! Always liktt de loh. Haiz, when can my internet connection be like last time??? Argh!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Classes today was fun. I meant real fun. Cause mrs tan and mr tan didn't come. Woohoo! 5 periods of free time baby! hahax! Then chemistry was also slack, basically the whole day was slacking and slacking and nothing but slacking!!! hahax, although the tension at biology is quite stiff. But then again, how come he always scold us one.. Haiz.. Already not happy with our own results liao still add salt to the wound.. sad..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8398638-112410422786658114?l=daigooro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daigooro.blogspot.com/feeds/112410422786658114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8398638&amp;postID=112410422786658114' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8398638/posts/default/112410422786658114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8398638/posts/default/112410422786658114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daigooro.blogspot.com/2005/08/15o8o5.html' title='15o8o5'/><author><name>T-BoNe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12437401365012668519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8398638.post-112402494874059551</id><published>2005-08-14T21:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T15:33:03.535+08:00</updated><title type='text'>14o8o5</title><content type='html'>I want a w8ooi!!! I want it! I want it! I'm going to get it by hook or by crook! ARGH!! I WANT IT!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drop to 600. So that I can have you. Come to meeeeeeeeeee!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8398638-112402494874059551?l=daigooro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daigooro.blogspot.com/feeds/112402494874059551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8398638&amp;postID=112402494874059551' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8398638/posts/default/112402494874059551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8398638/posts/default/112402494874059551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daigooro.blogspot.com/2005/08/14o8o5.html' title='14o8o5'/><author><name>T-BoNe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12437401365012668519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8398638.post-112395095310090540</id><published>2005-08-13T23:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T15:33:03.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'>13o8o5</title><content type='html'>Hmm, Os results got released and I'm kind of happy with it. Yea, I'm not retaking it. For the simple reason that I don't think that I can get better than a B3. Besides, I want to focus on other subjects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This few days are kind of a resting point. I rest well and get ready for new challenges that I have ahead of me. Feel bad for some of my friends over their results, its like they suddenly drop to my level of chinese, the cannot-make-it level, where they are obviously more capable of getting better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I don't really have anything to post now. Its in the wee hours of the night and my minds a blank piece of paper.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8398638-112395095310090540?l=daigooro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daigooro.blogspot.com/feeds/112395095310090540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8398638&amp;postID=112395095310090540' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8398638/posts/default/112395095310090540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8398638/posts/default/112395095310090540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daigooro.blogspot.com/2005/08/13o8o5.html' title='13o8o5'/><author><name>T-BoNe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12437401365012668519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8398638.post-112385207540974455</id><published>2005-08-12T21:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T15:33:03.257+08:00</updated><title type='text'>12o8o5</title><content type='html'>It has been difficult.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i have been keeping up appearances.Life hasn't exactly been peachy for me. I stand here looking at my life crumbling before me and i can't do anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friends. My life. My relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It just too difficult smiling for the camera and looking happy while I am dying inside. It is really killing me to pretend to be happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not the type that tells people about my troubles but something has happened. Something that i dont really want to talk about. Something that happened even before i came back to school after the June Holidays. Something BIG. So big that it made me lose hope in life and relationships in general.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This incident killed a part of me and i am so afraid i will never find it again. I am not the same guy from 3 months ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have changed. And i will give up ANYTHING in this world to be the Marvin i was before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am so full of hatred now that i can't barely even recognise myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was selfish to do things that worried the ones that loved me. Drinking, smoking etc. These things just gave me a moment of freedom. It made me forget about my worries.. Distractions..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just for a while..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Term 3 of sec 4, the lowest point of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like i am in a dream and i am watching myself going through everyday life, smiling and looking happy while inside i feel empty and helpless because i cant pull myself out of this dark hole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things got so bad that for a fleeting moment, i just wanted to end it all. But i won't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because what doesnt kill me will make me stronger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its gotten so low that it just HAS to go up now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;* Taken from &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://pinkshoefetish.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;em&gt;http://pinkshoefetish.blogspot.com/&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; w/o permission. Modifty slighty but contains MY OWN thinking.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8398638-112385207540974455?l=daigooro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daigooro.blogspot.com/feeds/112385207540974455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8398638&amp;postID=112385207540974455' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8398638/posts/default/112385207540974455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8398638/posts/default/112385207540974455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daigooro.blogspot.com/2005/08/12o8o5.html' title='12o8o5'/><author><name>T-BoNe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12437401365012668519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
