<?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-83060562567357505</id><updated>2012-01-17T23:25:32.188+08:00</updated><title type='text'>transparent --&gt; opaque</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://13-last-things.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/83060562567357505/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://13-last-things.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/83060562567357505/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>transparent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17880365141475822506</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>135</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-83060562567357505.post-5823387851870282459</id><published>2010-09-14T22:57:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-08T22:09:38.128+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm sry, but you are boring me and u are pretty naggy</title><content type='html'>omg the moment has come.. the moment i've been waiting for, the moment of inspiration to blog... really damn long sia but this time, with the help of someone, and of course a few encounters, i came out with a few topics that's worth blogging&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, life is pretty much the same, boring i'd say. and i've started this accounting job.. more of data entry and the pay is pathetic but who cares? i'm broke to begin with lol.. but its really a good experience, where it's so much different from doing science, laboratory work, where the time is wasted in between... whereas the office environment, the people are so objective, i dont see the time for them to share, chit chat abt their own stuffs, and bitch abt anything.... kinda boring u see so for those doing science and having second thoughts abt it, u might wanna take this as something good for ur consideration&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, i can get into the topic already..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;imagine this fine day, u meet this person, she's (imagine a he if u're a lady) super beautiful, understanding and possessing all the attributes of a good gf.. however, she love u alot, to the extent of getting jealous over the smallest thing in the world...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yes, i'm talking abt having too much strength is a weakness. too much of something is really just too much, imagine u are super funny, being funny too much will make people think that u are a joke or rather too nonchalant in life.. too clever and people will think that u're a geek&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mean ya there are some things that's nv too much, money might be one of them, but bear in mind, money is the root of all evil. it might not be too much for u, but how abt the next generation? what will they do to vie over ur assets?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and u always hear ur parents or close friends reminding u this and that, and they always say the same thing.... and they'll become naggy... but afterall they say it for ur own good, and they only think the best for u&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that brings me to my second point, where it's the best for u....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;parents always do things that's the best for u.. and they scared this, scared that, scared their child dont get the best, give them tuition, no apple, buy iphone for them, teacher scold, complain moe... army no mommy, give u money, buy psp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok maybe it's not the best for u when parents are becoming more and more protective... look how our way of teaching then and now, in the past, i think using the ruler to hit the back of the hands as a punishment is nothing, but i doubt u can see the same thing now (correct me if i'm wrong, coz i dont have children)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so u are saying that the little kids in sg are getting a halo on their head? and they are not mischievious? they dont make mistakes? or is it the parents are driving the education system to be like that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;army in the past, is ten times worst that mine, but mine will be the past in the future... so what holds for the future kids i wont know..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so in the future, pls let me have an angel child, a devil in angel suit will also do&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/83060562567357505-5823387851870282459?l=13-last-things.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://13-last-things.blogspot.com/feeds/5823387851870282459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=83060562567357505&amp;postID=5823387851870282459' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/83060562567357505/posts/default/5823387851870282459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/83060562567357505/posts/default/5823387851870282459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://13-last-things.blogspot.com/2010/09/im-sry-but-you-are-boring-me-and-u-are.html' title='i&apos;m sry, but you are boring me and u are pretty naggy'/><author><name>transparent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17880365141475822506</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-83060562567357505.post-8847336274556362038</id><published>2010-08-04T00:31:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-04T00:58:13.802+08:00</updated><title type='text'>negativity</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and the crying is for you, u use tissue like free, and the world is being filled, with our negativity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway there's something bugging me right now.. savage garden's i knew i loved u.. it goes i knew i loved u before i met you, i think i dreamt u into life... wtf its the worst lyrics man. kudos to them for making it a big hit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok lets get to today's lecture proper... math in love.... yes i'll say again, math in love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;god what are u thinking?? what the hell what math and what love? u mean math is in love?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no no no.. i'm saying math, in love, applying math in love, the role of math in love or what not&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let's take a look at math, u see, when positive (+ve) is multiplied by positive (+ve), u get a positive result :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but when negative (-ve) is multiplied with positive (+ve) it gives u a negative result :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and when negative (-ve) is multiplied with negative (-ve) its a positive result :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but that not what happens in love...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok case one is the only phenomenom that's likely to happen but not case two and three&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u see, i belive that when one of the partner is negative (-ve), he/she can still be influenced by the positive (+ve) partner to become a positive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and when both are negative, how can there be a positive result?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sooooo how can u channel this negative energy into a positive? answer is....................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I DON"T KNOW&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i'm sure if u add in some chemistry and biology and a pinch of salt, u'll get something like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 x Chemistry + 1 x Biology + A pinch of salt = BOOM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tadaaaa and there u have it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="212" height="177"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ipX71-P7Cpk&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ipX71-P7Cpk&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="212" height="177"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;yes the morning is for u, yes the air is free, yes the world spins for u, and your positivity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: tissue is not free&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/83060562567357505-8847336274556362038?l=13-last-things.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://13-last-things.blogspot.com/feeds/8847336274556362038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=83060562567357505&amp;postID=8847336274556362038' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/83060562567357505/posts/default/8847336274556362038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/83060562567357505/posts/default/8847336274556362038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://13-last-things.blogspot.com/2010/08/negativity.html' title='negativity'/><author><name>transparent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17880365141475822506</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-83060562567357505.post-5737746531447415979</id><published>2010-07-20T03:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-20T03:26:14.315+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sowing the seeds</title><content type='html'>oh man, can u believe it? i'm actually using my phone to blog! Lol this nokia 2323 rocks man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways am in camp right now, yea spent my bday in camp, a rather peaceful one coz nobody knew abt it. However, finally found someone with the same birthdate with me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shit cant get into the usual mood of blogging coz of the phone factor, and this is pretty much how i communicate using my phone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway imagine a scenario, where an athlete puts in all his effort, trying to win the competition, however, he falls short of the standard....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do u think talent plays a large role in this case? This athlete may put in double or triple the effort as compared to a talented athlete, but the outcome might still be against him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so do u really think u'll get what u sow?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, the athlete might give him/her self a realistic goal, or maybe for someone who suck in math, setting a goal like to pass the test or something, could be like a genius setting a full mark for himself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;however, there are some things that u dont get what u sow. Imagine this person that u detest...and out of a sudden, he/she develops a fondness for u, and put in every effort to please u, make u happy blah blah, and in the end, he/she might not get what they sow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;however, if u are letting this leading u to think "oh ya, that happened to me before" with a gloom face then i'd say, what's the ultimate motive for putting in ur effort? To please the person? to satisfy ur need of physical contact? To fill up the emptiness of that broken heart? I dont know but&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but if the effort u are putting in is to make that particular person happy, u should have reap ur harvest be it who's bringing him/her the happiness&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/83060562567357505-5737746531447415979?l=13-last-things.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://13-last-things.blogspot.com/feeds/5737746531447415979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=83060562567357505&amp;postID=5737746531447415979' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/83060562567357505/posts/default/5737746531447415979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/83060562567357505/posts/default/5737746531447415979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://13-last-things.blogspot.com/2010/07/sowing-seeds.html' title='sowing the seeds'/><author><name>transparent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17880365141475822506</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-83060562567357505.post-6982060949498494752</id><published>2010-07-11T14:55:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-11T15:47:01.589+08:00</updated><title type='text'>may the best team win</title><content type='html'>world cup is finally coming to an end, its a waste germany couldnt manage to get in the finals, but credit to the young team who have won the third place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;missed alot of the 2.30am matches, coz it's too late lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nevertheless, bc's starting 11 in the world cup squad:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GK- Manuel Neuer&lt;br /&gt;Damn this keeper, he dives full stretch, fast to react, even nearly getting his hands on super puyol header&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LB- Ashley Cole&lt;br /&gt;At first, i thought he'd be the only english player to make it to the squad, but i suddenly rembed someone else. No nonsence left back, supporting the left side of the england midfield, and solid at the back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RB- Sergio Ramos&lt;br /&gt;Woah, impressive. First time seeing him play. He's just like an upgraded version of right ashley cole&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CB- John Terry&lt;br /&gt;WTF?! JT for the squad, nvm him screwing his bf's gf look what he did against slovenia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="212" height="177"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Bj9PRLMjGVM&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Bj9PRLMjGVM&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="212" height="177"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'll forgive him for screwing his bf's gf =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CB- Carlos Puyol&lt;br /&gt;So what people thinks I'm ugly, I brought spain to the finals. Come on, look at that header, no one to blame, only the the bravery of my puyol. (He looks like paul btw)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LM- Lukas Podolski&lt;br /&gt;Wasteful finisher, but made up by his tireless runs, and the crosses he provides. No doubt my starter in the left wing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RM- Maicon&lt;br /&gt;Throughout the whole netherlands match, he's the only one who showed the urgency, the rest of the player were playing like they have another 45mins to play. Outstanding performance from the inter wingback&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CM- Wesley Snieijder&lt;br /&gt;Having won a treble with inter, looks like he's on his way to win the first ever world cup with netherlands. However, out of the 5 goals he scored 4 was totally fluke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AM- Mesut Ozil&lt;br /&gt;OMG, would love to give this place to other players but he's the boy that impressed me the most this world cup. Not really a german but his participation in the tournament and the pride of wearing the white and black jersey, and he's still 21!! Now i start to think Ballack's injury was for a good cause......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CF- David Villa&lt;br /&gt;Dont think i have to say anything.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CF- Miroslav Klose&lt;br /&gt;Refer to above&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Subs:&lt;br /&gt;GK- Vincent Enyeama&lt;br /&gt;Who's messi? He made messi look ordinary, perhaps making the best save in this tournament&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DF- Fabio Coentrao&lt;br /&gt;I just find his name nice lol. But no, pretty impressive from this kid, i dont even know who he is but show his involvement in portugal's attack&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DF- Jerome Boateng&lt;br /&gt;Such a tall player for a full back, good in the air, agile, and his amazing crosses. A real bargain for man city&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MF- Marek Hamsik&lt;br /&gt;This guy has became a household name. His crosses, set pieces, and a constant threat to the defenders&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MF- Keisuke Honda/ Landon Donovan&lt;br /&gt;Tied in the 2nd last spot. Honda, with his amazing touches and deadly free kicks, he looks to have a bright future. Donovan, look what he did to the england defence, looking like clowns escaped from the circus, if'd be great new if everton could secure the deal for the iniesta lookalike&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FW- Robert Vittek&lt;br /&gt;Fucking hell, a great target man for his team, making italy defence how to play football&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;anyway this is just MY team&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i'd like to talk abt a transfer story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u see the player, i'd call it chicken, is highly sought after 2 clubs, kenturkey football club and pop-ur-eyes football club&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and mr chicken is currently in his raw chicken farm club and the persuers are offering a good price for mr chicken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;however, mr chicken is indebted to it's club for nurturing it to a great footballer, however, the 2 other clubs can offer the same or probably much more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and there can be a few outcomes:&lt;br /&gt;1) Mr Chicken remaining in his raw chicken club and disappoint the 2 other clubs&lt;br /&gt;2) Mr Chicken joins either KFC or Pop-ur-eyes FC, and cause greater disappointment to raw chicken&lt;br /&gt;3) etc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but taking the point of raw chicken, if they lose this player, it'd be a greater loss for them as they have this bond with this player. however they still hope the best for mr chicken&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and in the shoes of KFC and pop-ur-eyes, if they do not get this player, they'd be disappointed, however it just stop here and they can look at other players with the same calibre&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and from the point of mr chicken, it has the choice of choosing which club it wants, and everything is within it's control&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there are alot of similar situations in life, the fear of loss, disappointment can be something to rejoice, when u think in the position of others&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, may the best team wins&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/83060562567357505-6982060949498494752?l=13-last-things.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://13-last-things.blogspot.com/feeds/6982060949498494752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=83060562567357505&amp;postID=6982060949498494752' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/83060562567357505/posts/default/6982060949498494752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/83060562567357505/posts/default/6982060949498494752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://13-last-things.blogspot.com/2010/07/may-best-team-win.html' title='may the best team win'/><author><name>transparent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17880365141475822506</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-83060562567357505.post-5558181343000757804</id><published>2010-03-22T23:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T23:55:58.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hopes held high</title><content type='html'>with only 143 days left to my ord, worrying abt what i'm gonna do after that, working while studying perhaps?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway its really an irony anyone thinks that after ord there would be freedom. having 4 days of off and on the 4th day i'm not reporting to camp, i cant see that the same would happen in the near future. likely to be, ur 14 days of leave entitled would be used as a holiday, or for unforeseen events.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was thinking back abt the days in sec sch partly due to sat's gathering, where there were stupid things done. however that's not the point. a 3 years course that followed and few months of intensive physical training and character building to where i'm now, compared to the introverted shy quiet boy before, am i still a horse to bet on?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 years ago, the horse on lane 13 with his jockey was definitely one to bet on, however, the horse didnt make the best out of its maturing phase and now, it seems to run its last race&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the verge of hitting the lowest point, the horse saw light, one which might have been the torchlight of the angels&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no matter what the odds are, i doubt it'd be the last race for that horse, probably the first of many races, many difficult ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i'll race, this crucial one, against time&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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high'/><author><name>transparent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17880365141475822506</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-83060562567357505.post-4813380131711445727</id><published>2010-01-02T02:23:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T00:29:05.284+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2010</title><content type='html'>2010, so fast, 2 more years and its 2012 and we will probably have to get onto the ship and be saved...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this year was really really fast, comparing to the 20 odds ones i've already went through. nothing much this year and it really do feel like the end of 2008, and thought of doing the same no.1s of everything but so outdated&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway i'll still try to pen it down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the no.1 list (drum roll)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;moment of the year&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have to be crossing the finish line of the 2.4km with the time on the clock showing a gold timing.. it's like a moment of usain bolt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://media.monstersandcritics.com/galleries/1353964/0145845650085.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 134px;" src="http://media.monstersandcritics.com/galleries/1353964/0145845650085.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;artiste of the year&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the BEP!! awesome album and with 3 no.1 hits, who can beat them? and a great performance during fashion rocks, check it out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/loo9tBlMfhQ&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/loo9tBlMfhQ&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="280" height="170"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;band of the year&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tough choice between arctic monkeys, wilco, kings of leon, phoenix, paramore, and girls.. maybe its a bias list of bands and the last 2 bands was last minute entry. i'd love to vote for phoenix if only their style varied for a tiny bit for their album, kings of leon for their 3 singles, 'use somebody', 'sex on fire' and 'revelry' and girls for their outstanding album, 'album'. so the award goes to paramore this year. decode the reason for my choice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/RvnkAtWcKYg&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/RvnkAtWcKYg&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="280" height="170"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;album of the year&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as mentioned it's 'album'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lcqwfFKagH4&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lcqwfFKagH4&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="280" height="170"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;song of the year&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;came across this song while at gramophone and it was super soothing.. here goes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zHT8uv3KTf4&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zHT8uv3KTf4&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="280" height="170"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;however it's pretty subjective but hope u've enjoyed the bit of my year&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/83060562567357505-4813380131711445727?l=13-last-things.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://13-last-things.blogspot.com/feeds/4813380131711445727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=83060562567357505&amp;postID=4813380131711445727' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/83060562567357505/posts/default/4813380131711445727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/83060562567357505/posts/default/4813380131711445727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://13-last-things.blogspot.com/2010/01/2010.html' title='2010'/><author><name>transparent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17880365141475822506</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-83060562567357505.post-5033922904148194272</id><published>2009-11-12T22:40:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T22:58:52.201+08:00</updated><title type='text'>time for some wine</title><content type='html'>maybe not...anyway its been a long time since i've blogged.. and the same old sentence to start a new post -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just some updates.. i'm no more a sea soldier, or a rp for easier understanding.. now i'm the sea rp, doing checks in the sea rather than those usual checks.. and for simplest understanding I DO NOT HAVE TO CHECK ENTRY PASSES AND VEHICLES ANYMORE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;being switched from a platoon which was doing mundane 'chores' to the rhibs team, it really have changed.. no more long working hours, irregular shifts and of course redundant standby activities.. just enjoying life all the while but the 'chores' still cannot be compromised&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so what is the purpose of writing when i have nothing better to write.. of course there's an tiny stone in the way and i definitely have to pick it up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;being in the team, life is so good.. however people doesnt appreciate the life we have.. not the other platoon, but my team themselves..i wouldnt say all of them, but its most of them... always asking for more off days and privileges that our sir try to accommodate as to compensate the 2 weekends we burn every month..constantly whining that we do not have enough off days, why the other platoon got more benefits than us, it is unfair for us to be punish for certain conducts and so forth..its ridiculous.. maybe i've gone through those 'darker' days that's why i find these whiningssss outrageous&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's something that irked me even more but i dont want to discuss it here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so maybe its time for some wine for them but.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;look who's whining now&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/83060562567357505-5033922904148194272?l=13-last-things.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://13-last-things.blogspot.com/feeds/5033922904148194272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=83060562567357505&amp;postID=5033922904148194272' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/83060562567357505/posts/default/5033922904148194272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/83060562567357505/posts/default/5033922904148194272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://13-last-things.blogspot.com/2009/11/time-for-some-wine.html' title='time for some wine'/><author><name>transparent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17880365141475822506</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-83060562567357505.post-1896102364204781117</id><published>2009-08-26T00:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T00:49:56.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it's been a long time</title><content type='html'>it really has been and doubt it'll carry on after meeting my frens that i used to play bball with during my younger days..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ever since sec 4, i've started to play bball with my sch buddies in sch till late evening and rarely been to the basketball court that is my usual hangout place, the friends that i've made have slowly drifted away, just like some casualties stucked in the middle of the ocean on a floating platform; a crack appears and split up the group into 2..but when back ashore these people who were stranded in the ocean comes back as a group, stronger as if a bond is forged overnight..and now i feel like i'm back ashore (maybe not completely - i still have many missing platforms!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no doubt everybody have their own commitment, however busy we are, we still try to take some time out for our friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;people comes and goes, but your friends, stays with u throughout ur life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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time'/><author><name>transparent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17880365141475822506</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-83060562567357505.post-2452188193125584896</id><published>2009-05-21T23:52:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T00:23:57.242+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my passion: ? what's urs?</title><content type='html'>life's been not so right for this few months, but who can i blame except for myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway finally started duty and still unused to the cycle, 7 days of duty and 7 days of 8-5 damn sian.. and sometimes the failure to achieve something, like u've already done ur best and u are destined to reach ur goal but due to some complications, u arent allowed to..it sucks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway was talking to this nsmen abt stocks investment and he told me something, let's say u are an engineer, or maybe a scientist, u made this product, u convince urself that its the best in its range, however, the product was deemed 'unmarketable' by the salesman, and he refuse to sell ur product, and in the end u are a poor man..what i'm trying to say is that no matter how good u are as a scientist, the product u make may be awesome, but whether it sells still boils down to the demand of the masses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this question have been bugging me for days.. what's my passion? i really dont know what i enjoy doing, like every book out i will spend my time with my frens, gf and at home and 80% of the time i'm rotting.. playing soccer is a gathering with my frens, dont enjoy singing, watching any shows (i'm serious, i havent finish watching any movies on my com) i can only watch them fully on tv and the big screen..it's like nothing interest me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its rather sad, isnt it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/83060562567357505-2452188193125584896?l=13-last-things.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://13-last-things.blogspot.com/feeds/2452188193125584896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=83060562567357505&amp;postID=2452188193125584896' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/83060562567357505/posts/default/2452188193125584896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/83060562567357505/posts/default/2452188193125584896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://13-last-things.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-passion-whats-urs.html' title='my passion: ? what&apos;s urs?'/><author><name>transparent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17880365141475822506</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-83060562567357505.post-2684939799861517288</id><published>2009-03-08T01:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T02:08:21.445+08:00</updated><title type='text'>does it matter now?</title><content type='html'>woah another week has gone by, 2 more weeks and its poc.. finally going to pass out.. though the course was tough, but the times we shared tgt was really unforgettable, and it's definitely better than that in ndu.. smaller sections or i mean we were split up into sections where i dont even know what section means in ndu.. and the bunks were bigger too lol and having so many different personalities in my bunk certainly makes life worthwhile.. my buddy, neo, lol they call him metro coz he's really a bitch :p but he damn nice la and he has cool dance moves ^^ of course the chao geng ones too jason and vincent everytime book in sure get attd c one.. oh ho how abt mohan the indian guy in my bunk, the most interesting one of all.. lol he spends every weekend of his, erm this is up to u to guess.. and he even went to the extent of calling an escort for ytd chalet coz he cant find any dates to accompany him as he's from boy's sch since secondary *jaws dropped* ahaha and tai peng, having the most unique voice in the cohort, his voice is deeper than me sia and he very blurr one, very funny guy also&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but sometimes the feeling of this kind of sian-ness just gets into u especially during bookouts.. i cant recall any bookouts that i felt happy before, everything has to be rushed, i rather take my time and let them confine me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;outing with peeps was fun, ytd's chalet also, making me realise there are some small things in life, that is more impt than alot of bigger things out there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ytd while on my way home, i saw a drunken man on the bus, who i dont think he's conscious.. he sat on the seat, then the driver made a turn and pom, his head hits the floor, but luckily no injuries..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it leads me to this: does drinking brings u to another world? or does it solve any of ur problems? lol it only creates more problem.. and i doubt i will be drinking like i used to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and walking back home from cck to ut, the stretch of road i would walk after 'camping' at that block a few years ago, only a new shopping mall is visible and the bball court at kps is changed to a soccer field, nth really changed, except the man that the moonlight had shone on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life was so easy that time, basically wasting everyday where i still regret now.. ha when would i become like all the people ard me, whom possess intellect which seems greater than mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i really misses the time in sec sch, where i would share stuffs with shawn, yl, mouse, fc.. but really, does all these matter now?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/83060562567357505-2684939799861517288?l=13-last-things.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://13-last-things.blogspot.com/feeds/2684939799861517288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=83060562567357505&amp;postID=2684939799861517288' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/83060562567357505/posts/default/2684939799861517288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/83060562567357505/posts/default/2684939799861517288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://13-last-things.blogspot.com/2009/03/does-it-matter-now.html' title='does it matter now?'/><author><name>transparent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17880365141475822506</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-83060562567357505.post-4387041757016904428</id><published>2009-03-01T02:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T03:11:51.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'>not a fighter</title><content type='html'>finally got my gold for ippt last week, wasnt that easy, but not that difficult too..it's all in the mind really&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sounded out to sgt shaun that i wanna go to the leaders course but he said i'm too quiet.. and lok wei told me if i really wanna be a leader i really have to present myself, and kb more.. and he said 'either u want to be urself, or excel, choose one'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guess i'm just liddat.. still the same, what's being a person to me, maybe i'll just be forgotten in years to come.. maybe the impression that i've left isnt significant afterall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what vincent told me was really right, since i've already expressed my interest, i should do more.. not like those things i do in the bunk during standby, he says i do alot of things, positive abt everything and what i lack was a chance to prove myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha i beg to differ.. i'm not a fighter, but rather a sucker.. i suck everything up.. kenna fuck, lan lan suck it up.. tear gas chamber already suffering like mad but was the last to go out the chamber still suck it up.. kenna posted to changi which i originally should be attach and i've already suck-ed it up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ytd while waiting for the shuttle bus to tanah merah at changi.. the bus driver stopped and while i was walking towards it, the door started to close and the bus drove off.. i see liao damn sian but still i cant do anything abt it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe one day there's another variable appearing in the equation which has only space for 2, i might just become a fighter&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/83060562567357505-4387041757016904428?l=13-last-things.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://13-last-things.blogspot.com/feeds/4387041757016904428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=83060562567357505&amp;postID=4387041757016904428' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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year this year was ok.. only left home at ard 5 plus and its the late-est since i was a kid that i reached my grandma's place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then weird things started on tuesday night, on the way to tanah merah.. on the train there was this guy getting off his seat then he dropped his orange.. i picked up for him then he started talking to me.. telling me not to awol from army.. then he continued saying he just came out of prison, as he stole vehicles, hps and some other shit stuffs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then came fri.. where i was at home then the cover of my light fell off, breaking into pieces.. sian its like a second spring cleaning i did in 7 days zzzzzz lucky i wasnt in the room when it happened&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then ytd.. took the train home from amk.. didnt know the train is terminating at yishun coz it showed jurong east when i saw it at the monitor at the gantry.. then i alighted at yck to wait for the next train.. there was this guy, bluno.. who approached me.. at first i thought he was looking for the girl sitting on the next bench coz he went pass me, then i continued to play my tetris then out of a sudden he came up to me.. saying he's from some modelling agency shit blah blah.. but he's quite handsome, and ghey at the same time :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this sums up for my very weird week&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/83060562567357505-1325272753515196061?l=13-last-things.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://13-last-things.blogspot.com/feeds/1325272753515196061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=83060562567357505&amp;postID=1325272753515196061' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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which are just whining abt army, and probably the next few would also be. being in a f*cked up camp, with unreseanable regimentation, out of the world discipline, certainly makes life sucky. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in my opinion, the course that i'm doing is much tougher than ndu, physically it's nothing much but the regimentation.. not tough but is sian&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nvm abt that. wanted to tell a story of a deaf and mute man and his father. ever since he was brought into this world, maybe 'the creator' rob him of his ability of speech, his dad nv gave up on him, raising him up till now.. it wasnt easy but they did it and they shared this special bond, perhaps no one could understand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;until one day his dad fell ill, he was worried, and seeing him staying with his dad in the hospital, visiting him everyday.. couldnt even hear the news whether his dad is fine, he could only wait for the day his dad stand up on his foot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21 soon and growing responsibilities piling on my shoulders, many decisions to make, and i've already thought of some, and certain sacrifices to make&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so does one make a decision thinking he only has one life to live or to make a sensible decison? i want to live this way but the other way is the 'right' one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so what if u made a wrong decision? u still gotta live with it though doing a reverse is an option but it would take a long time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/cISUzaa5v8o&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/cISUzaa5v8o&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-83060562567357505.post-3394790411675230098</id><published>2009-01-04T15:00:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T18:29:03.009+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2009</title><content type='html'>woo the first post for the year of ox.. haiyo reading back all my older posts, my stye of writing changed so much, becoming more and more grumpy, maybe is affected by someone :x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hai so sway fell sick on the 3rd day of the year, now feeling so terrible but still got the strength to blog :/ coz slp also slp le, eat also ate le, watch tv also no show.. what to do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the year of 2008 sure is good, thinking back lady luck was really smiling at me, and now there's a lady smiling at me.. and just now there's a lady that came to my place and i was smiling :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;argh so looking forward to next week, hopefully the sick bug will leave me alone !@#$%^&amp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(archive)&lt;br /&gt;breakthrough artist of the year:&lt;br /&gt;tied with 393 votes from me, these 2 artists shook the world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first up is benji hughes, abit of folk, blues rock i will call it, this guy spent few weeks of my life looking for his songs, to the extend that i almost bought his songs on itunes.. but in the end i got his album on some chinese website but doesnt have the song that i was looking for!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8MWmFpLoLlE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8MWmFpLoLlE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="212" height="177"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next is yoga lin, he rocks my world after i heard his shen mi jia bing at kbox.. after which the files, out of nowhere appeared in a folder named 'sharing'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watch the first season of the xing guang after that and certainly this guy got talent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok next is comeback artist of the year&lt;br /&gt;this award goes to j mraz.. the latest albums, i cant find anything bad to say abt it.. all the songs were damn nice, the first single, i'm yours though i dont really like it.. if u havent heard his album, i would recommend the first song, live high and if it kills me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/pl/BdVR3OjUk0/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/pl/BdVR3OjUk0/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="300" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/artists/jason_mraz/playlist/dbx8OBZ1/we_sing_we_dance_we_steal_things_album/"&gt;We Sing, We Dance, We Steal Things&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and ya the band of the year goes to... urm i also dunno who it should go to.. with so many good bands around maybe secondhand serenade deserves it? emo rock band with the hit fall for you.. cb who wont fall for them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cover song of the year: david cook always be my baby&lt;br /&gt;if he sings it to me i will be his baby that time my fren in camp sang this while playing his guitar, he look so different than his usual self -_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yea that's all for 2008 maybe there's more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheers&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/83060562567357505-3394790411675230098?l=13-last-things.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-83060562567357505.post-8107068351733943469</id><published>2008-12-19T14:45:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T20:58:12.488+08:00</updated><title type='text'>..|..</title><content type='html'>and that's a middle finger, dedicating it to the incredible saf&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok this might be confusing.. me, supposed to go sea soldier course, then go back to semb camp to become qm (quarter master) for the rest of the 2 years, one day duty, one day off and one day standby workshift, kinda cool and i'm going on march (for the course).. but in the end the manpower branch cock up and it turns out i have to go sea soldier course and say bye bye to semb, and the workshift is 7 days duty, 2 days off and 5 days standby, 4 days of rest every month wwwwwwwooooooooowwwwwwww! and worst thing is i only got to know ytd and the course starts on mon! which means i have to fu*king do my clearance today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cb fu*king hell ask me go back do clearance for all my stuffs during my &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;leave&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, what's worst is almost half of the in charge(s) are also clearing leave.. woke up early, not getting enough slp, carrying the duffel bag ard like an idiot.. ccb then the documentation clerk isn't in sg so i asked the chief clerk to help me sign the clearance form (as i wont be going back to semb camp anymore) then nb that bitch told me she wont sign the form then i said, but i wont be coming back.. then she say u wait for the doc clerk to come back then ask him sign !@#$%^&amp;amp; which simply means i have to go down to semb camp again as a visitor just to get a signature.. cool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24 hrs, 8 hours slp, 6 hrs for this expedition, 10 hrs of my leave left ahahahhaa booooo saf boooo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just now i had the mindset, the next person that gets me pissed, he/she would probably get it.. but after thinking through for awhile, why get so frustrated over the matter, just wasting my energy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and one last thing, doing office work is really tough, especially in ns, so pls respect ur frens or anyone that are doing admin work, they really have limited resources, and they still need to get their work done... RESPECT, salute to my fren civilian qf woah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/83060562567357505-8107068351733943469?l=13-last-things.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://13-last-things.blogspot.com/feeds/8107068351733943469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=83060562567357505&amp;postID=8107068351733943469' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/83060562567357505/posts/default/8107068351733943469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/83060562567357505/posts/default/8107068351733943469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://13-last-things.blogspot.com/2008/12/blog-post.html' title='..|..'/><author><name>transparent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17880365141475822506</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-83060562567357505.post-8071451571836731594</id><published>2008-12-12T22:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T20:57:29.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fluctuating direction</title><content type='html'>and sea soldier, that is what i'll become very soon, but after the course, sembawang camp will still be my home for the rest of my service.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this week have been weird, and was kinda 'high' and not being myself since tuesday.. part of it was due to the life of shoko, the woman in yakuza moon.. very nice book and recommended by half of the ooc cohort.. quite arousing, but in a sad way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nvm abt that, u know, i always like to bet everything in my life, and this time, i'm gonna bet something again.. and deciding it with a 5 cents coin, the same age, as i am.. so here it goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm not flipping the coin yet, leaving for the end of this post..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;always been taking the back seat of the car on the journey to the end of my life.. all my decisions were based on intuition, feeling, nothing which i really wanted? (not true to a certain extent) when people ask me, where to go eat? i would usually say anything, go with the crowd or something liddat.. this time, i fired the chauffeur and decided to get my hands on the wheel, which feels kinda good.. maybe sometimes when i dont know which way to go, i will still let go of the wheel and let it steer to the direction it wants to -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, the extraordinary power i'd like to possess is not longer to read minds, but in a similar way, which is the ability to manipulate electric pulses and let them run in ur veins, enabling me to read minds and doing other things in addition -.- whatever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feel like making a change to my blog but dont know how it'd be like, once it is done, i guess it'd be a complete change&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tried to take a pic of the result of my coin, but the result was too blurr&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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direction'/><author><name>transparent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17880365141475822506</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-83060562567357505.post-3483579134927962801</id><published>2008-12-05T20:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T21:22:08.651+08:00</updated><title type='text'>people</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;having served ns for close to 4 months, i've already seen some of the most fucked up, selfish, proud people in my life.. quite an eye opening experience but we cant possibly change everyone to behave the way u like ya? oh and if u think u are the laziest person in the world, u will be shocked feel that u are the most hardworking one in the cohort, or maybe the more hardworking ones&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;went to visit my injured fren, his gf was there, and his parents reach after we went for awhile.. i didnt did any of the talking, just somebody wth a certificate of participation.. but i know they had been there everyday after a hard day of work, looking at their son recovering..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;my gramps isnt in a good state either, and i wouldnt want my sis's missed calls appearing on my hp screen....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lPIKUhJb7-8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lPIKUhJb7-8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="212" height="177"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;and yes, gray would be a nice colour of the mood right now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/83060562567357505-3483579134927962801?l=13-last-things.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://13-last-things.blogspot.com/feeds/3483579134927962801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=83060562567357505&amp;postID=3483579134927962801' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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prize of winning so meagre but the price to pay is way too much..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a hard knock on the mounting step of the pull up bar, on the cheeks, with exposed teeth and dislocated jaws and a pool of red.. a loud cry signals bad omen, a decision to play in the other court was a wrong one..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the scene keeps replaying, but why must it happen?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wonder how his parents would feel, his gf and loved ones with us, being frens are already affected&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &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/83060562567357505-1151137133145746145?l=13-last-things.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://13-last-things.blogspot.com/feeds/1151137133145746145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-83060562567357505.post-1714767242884000438</id><published>2008-11-22T01:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T02:00:03.991+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rSp-cSJNGdQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x234900&amp;color2=0x4e9e00"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rSp-cSJNGdQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x234900&amp;color2=0x4e9e00" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="212" height="172"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;an old song but quite nice leh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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title=''/><author><name>transparent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17880365141475822506</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-83060562567357505.post-5786207814964393139</id><published>2008-11-15T14:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T14:35:32.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>finally, my com is back.. and alot of things have happened during this period.. and on thurs, i was deemed unsuitable for the physical conditioning phase, and now i'm out of the diver's course.. lol really stucked as a navy personnel..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;water confidence isnt something that u can gain overnight, not even in 3 months.. unless u really swim everyday.. thinking of which, i'm quite relieved that i dont need to do &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XyAJRuyp4-M"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;.. there's more to that and certainly if u are not comfortable in the water, u will suffer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nvm abt that, wanted to write something for a long time but didnt had the chance.. which is respect.. people are treated or given respect by impression, some people just makes u wanna respect them, and some just dont make u feel they deserve to.. but after some time, most of the people from the first group will find it hard to maintain the level of respect they deserve, or rather do something that may make u lose respect to them.. some on the other hand, gives u a bad impression but their attitude and sincerity makes u feel they are actually nice people..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people are born with 'gifts', some just naturally have it, others undiscovered, so dont judge people by its cover..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway these 14 weeks of ptp and bmt has been very fun, including the hammering sessions and the people i've known.. a disappointment to be unable to carry on the training, but all the best ya.. they always say diver's bmt is tougher than other units, but i beg to differ, listeining to the stories from my frens, i think we are doing the same stuffs, or even much lesser.. maybe the 400 jumping jacks are worth mentioning lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;very disorganized, just lilke my com table :|&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/83060562567357505-5786207814964393139?l=13-last-things.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://13-last-things.blogspot.com/feeds/5786207814964393139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=83060562567357505&amp;postID=5786207814964393139' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/83060562567357505/posts/default/5786207814964393139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/83060562567357505/posts/default/5786207814964393139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://13-last-things.blogspot.com/2008/11/finally-my-com-is-back.html' title=''/><author><name>transparent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17880365141475822506</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-83060562567357505.post-3125938123330786807</id><published>2008-10-11T13:00:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T13:21:51.245+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hi</title><content type='html'>long time since i blogged and i'm still here with my sis com.. haiz my com is already dead now and need to get a new one.. but unlikely there's any time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got many things on today; a farewell party for instructor benni, soccer with peeps and a bday celebration for wj's bday.. but i'm gonna miss them all.. thought i'd go and get the mobo with the processor and ram today, nvm next week then&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;training is tiring as usual, and the instructors have up-ed the level of training, carrying our full battle order ard during training, and yes including running to have our chow everyday, going to the pool, marching back to the cabin...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dont even feel like getting a decent com, coz i really got nothing to do when i get home, maybe playing some games and surfing the net would be good enough..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i wonder what a blog is for, when someone is talking abt their life, and people reading dont know the other party, what's the reason for reading? but it is fun though, writing down what u want others to know -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and happy 1 year old, mr. blog&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/83060562567357505-3125938123330786807?l=13-last-things.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://13-last-things.blogspot.com/feeds/3125938123330786807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=83060562567357505&amp;postID=3125938123330786807' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/83060562567357505/posts/default/3125938123330786807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/83060562567357505/posts/default/3125938123330786807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://13-last-things.blogspot.com/2008/10/hi.html' title='hi'/><author><name>transparent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17880365141475822506</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-83060562567357505.post-732816184995488565</id><published>2008-09-27T22:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T23:30:11.814+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the one deadly sin</title><content type='html'>that is the most deadly..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;every weekends is bookout, the last one, the one now and the next one.. luck certainly isnt by my side recently with my com spoilt, hp spoilt, living room tv also.. now my room no tv, moved out, no entertainment.. then just now went back to sch swim, wanted to buy chips.. then the packet stucked.. wanted to buy another, but no more coins.. nvm just that i'm unlucky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this week spent swimming, going to beach road to shop for stuffs and celebrating cw's bday.. a long day for me, but alot of unfinished business&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last weekend i went to play soccer with mates, and it was a wrong decision, i can play with them every now and then, but the time i can spend with liz is really limited. but who can turn back time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quite disappointed with alot of things, especially myself, not holding my things properly, not making sensible decisions and not doing enough.. being tired is not a reason, rather an excuse to get urself out of alot of things.. side track abit - while i'm typing here right now, the dl speed of this substitute com is 3kb per sec.. ahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss alot of things, my com, songs, my bookmarks and the one i miss most is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol if i were to do it abit earlier, i guess it would have been so much better but i did it nonetheless.. the future seems so unclear, but however unclear i still have to go on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;navy personnel&lt;/span&gt;, just like a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;clerk&lt;/span&gt;, but i will not just be a clerk.. until i'm not a clerk, then will be the day, where my freedom will be like a bird released from its cage..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there are just 7 sins, guess the most deadly one, for me it may be that but for others it may not.. so just keep guessing&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/83060562567357505-732816184995488565?l=13-last-things.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://13-last-things.blogspot.com/feeds/732816184995488565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=83060562567357505&amp;postID=732816184995488565' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/83060562567357505/posts/default/732816184995488565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/83060562567357505/posts/default/732816184995488565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://13-last-things.blogspot.com/2008/09/one-deadly-sin.html' title='the one deadly sin'/><author><name>transparent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17880365141475822506</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-83060562567357505.post-291441505248242516</id><published>2008-09-20T18:45:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T19:10:30.605+08:00</updated><title type='text'>and i'm off</title><content type='html'>the longer u live, the more commitment u have.. before army, i was basically spending every weekend with liz and earlier, i was rotting with my frens and even earlier, it was the same.. there was once i just spend every weekend playing basketball&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, weekend is so precious, i only have 2 days, sometimes just one.. now i have liz, army frens, sec school frens and family to spend with.. really quite tired after such hectic schedule waking up at 5 every morning and slping at 12 every night.. weekends should be resting right? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and blady hell my com just spoilt and it certainly dampens my mood. soccer with mates this morning and reach home at ard 5.30.. was supposed to meet liz but just to tired to, with the flu coming in, i just feel like slping at home but she seldom have the time to go out also, but its already so late.. if u were me, will u go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if only bk out was 3 days and more then i would have time to meet up with everyone i want to, get the rest that i deserve and fucking bring my com to repair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i've got something else to bring up.. talking with doing anything, then what's the point of even bringing it up lol.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 years before i can go back to that kind of life, spending my weekends with liz, talking with my sis every night, soccer every fri and eating the delicious meals my mama make&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and pls, dont let it be that the hard disk is spoilt&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/83060562567357505-291441505248242516?l=13-last-things.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://13-last-things.blogspot.com/feeds/291441505248242516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=83060562567357505&amp;postID=291441505248242516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/83060562567357505/posts/default/291441505248242516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/83060562567357505/posts/default/291441505248242516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://13-last-things.blogspot.com/2008/09/and-im-off.html' title='and i&apos;m off'/><author><name>transparent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17880365141475822506</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-83060562567357505.post-2487546502449469653</id><published>2008-09-06T16:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T17:55:38.568+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what a small world</title><content type='html'>that day, when i overheard weijie talking with wee kiat, i found out he was from the same course as kj... then fri night on the way home, i found out choon lai was also from the same course&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then mouse was talking to me just now, he say he same platoon as nantha, dan and alec.. that makes mouse, jy, jc, dan, alec and nantha from the same platoon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's more to come, i guess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol training has been usual, still quite relac but i doubt this will last long, coz the bmt guys are coming in already.. hai if i go tekong good sia, 2 more days then pop, can break for 2 weeks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so many things happen during my stay in army, especially the end of the transfer window.. berba to man u, swp and robinho to man city.. even my fm dont have this kind of transfer -.-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/83060562567357505-2487546502449469653?l=13-last-things.blogspot.com' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-83060562567357505.post-2998205959387221780</id><published>2008-08-24T18:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T18:25:23.027+08:00</updated><title type='text'>at what age?</title><content type='html'>in singapore, at what age do u think it's the right time to get married. for females i dont think there's a limit, but for guys?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wah if i can get married at ard 26 it'd be good, but how? maybe signing on is an option, but other than that i think need to strike 4D la.. u see u come out ns, already 21 liao [for jc people] then study 3 yrs, 24 liao come out work with very little savings, say earn 2.5k per month, after cpf, expenses and investments all these left 1.5k save for 2 years, is just 36k liddat, lol marry what then plus investments let's say 10k, u got 46k.. still not enough.. if is 2 person, u and ur partner each 46k still ok 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-83060562567357505.post-5486603627719562539</id><published>2008-08-22T19:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T20:02:23.157+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wah piang</title><content type='html'>just 10 days i nv use com, everything look so different, one manga now wanna read the chapter still need to click another time to proceed.. then the rollingstone every page got one advert then wan close also cannot close.. and the homepage for blogger also changed liao -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heard singapore got silver sia.. then today while cleaning the mass can watch tv.. saw li jiawei losing to the chinese woman.. semi i think?? i dunno.. i dont even know what's happening outside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life sucks in army, everything is so regimental. the hierarchy, respect it or u will end up getting fucked.. lol one of my fren confronted the pti coz he always kenna target, the pti also dont like him la coz of his attitude.. but the way he say damn funny la.. 'if u not happy with me just say la, dont like girl liddat' something like this.. u have to be there to feel it.. then after that we kenna fuck at the swimming pool.. a few times damn sian.. bt overall the training is still not bad.. at first quite tough la but now the drop punishment we also hiu lan liao. just do lor, give them half fuck also can, unless the instructor stand in front of u&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then the seniors shared their experience with us, saying that csm nbh is a totally different person during hell week.. can laugh when he pump u sia... like saddist liddat :| then still got another one is tying up both ur hands and feet and u have to swim 10 laps then need bob down and up 15 times and do a forward and reverse turn lol sounds impossible&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the day i called home and heard my mom's voice, i really teared.. and i can only say the most important woman in ur life is ur mom.. i dont miss home or whatever, maybe abit but that's like a reflex reaction&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;moving on is my bunk.. one of them came alone during enlistment then my sis saw him la, say he very ke lian come alone, later make frens with him la, then i jokingly said later i go di siao him laugh him say ahahah u come alone ar... then we went to this lect hall and he was sitting beside me, and coincidentally, he's my bunkmate.. very nice guy, cancerian also but not the wishy-washy type and the emo type.. every night talk cock with him one, think he's the one liao -.- then the other 2 are brian and bryan... the brian is a fucker, if he go star awards i'm sure he will get the best actor.. infront of instructor he sure do everything one. then when they not ard, dont think of asking him to do anything.. today i nearly snap but i think i'm too rash also, not enough slp, not in the right state of mind.. then the other bryan, first day i saw him, i dont like his face sia, coz of the hair lol, but after the shave, i think he's alright la, i dont talk much with him also but i think he can be no.2 -.- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;overall its a good experience, knowing that there's things u can live with and things u cant live without. lying on the bed while watching tv, showering urself with warm water for 10, 15 mins, snacking every 2 hours, using the com everyday [maybe not coz i just use 1 hr now and i'm bored already], hmm maybe playing songs on ur winamp, wmp or itunes can be a luxury.. be glad with life, coz life can be even worse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will it be boring to write everything abt army? pls tag&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/83060562567357505-5486603627719562539?l=13-last-things.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://13-last-things.blogspot.com/feeds/5486603627719562539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'>T.T</title><content type='html'>my last day of freedom,&lt;br /&gt;before i die of boredom&lt;br /&gt;those great memories.....&lt;br /&gt;have now became history&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;took a ride on dad's car,&lt;br /&gt;didnt thought the journey would be so far&lt;br /&gt;watching the silhouette of the camp approaching&lt;br /&gt;counting the seconds that i would be reaching &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[*]&lt;br /&gt;welcome to hell, they said. &lt;br /&gt;but what the hell i said&lt;br /&gt;it'd be fun i told myself,&lt;br /&gt;and they said it'd fun to fool urself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but wadeva, frens and family would be missed&lt;br /&gt;and also my computer and television screen&lt;br /&gt;my bed, my table, the grapes, the apple&lt;br /&gt;my gf, my best fren, my soulmate, my lover&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[chorus]&lt;br /&gt;oh~~ there goes my hair&lt;br /&gt;oh~~ i'm gonna be bbboooootak&lt;br /&gt;oh~~ there goes my freedom&lt;br /&gt;oh~~ tml's my enlistment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guitar solo -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;repeat [*], [chorus] x 2, lol make until like song liddat&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;my mum told me something so touching ytd, guess u guys have already experienced it or maybe awhile later&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last day, and how i'm gonna spend it? no matter what it would be a good day nonetheless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will be out in 2 weeks+ and guess this will be updated&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dont miss me :x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/83060562567357505-8343778885981191395?l=13-last-things.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://13-last-things.blogspot.com/feeds/8343778885981191395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'>the right way</title><content type='html'>it takes 2 hands to clap, that is what we always hear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;imagine how world would be like if everyone have unlimited knowledge and understands everything, knowing how to adapt to changes, the way to react.. yea the way to react, last time read a book on presentation skills and u have to be skilled as a listener too!! :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;take for example, if u understand what its like being old, straining the physical limits of oneself. and u are sitting in a train and u see this old lady standing in front of u, u will definitely give ur seat to her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was talking with my sis last night and she told me abt this auntie, A who was like a mould of my mom, working at her workplace.. she was given very easy task as she doesnt know how things work.. then there's this auntie, B who was assign to do the stock taking in the pantry as well as cleaning the coffee machine.. but she didnt like it.. so B went b*tching with other aunties in the office and stating she doesnt like it.. so the aunties went to their superiors, asking them to re-assign A to do the stock taking.. haiz its hard to say it here mens.. but what i mean is, why not just f*cking suck ur thumb and accept the job that is allocated, and it would waste so much time teaching A to do the job, and its not like u are leaving anyways&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but on the other hand, if everyone understands how everything works, then we would be competing with anyone u can see on the streets for our ricebowl lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if everything goes the right way, would there be any conflicts, life would be pretty much expected and boring.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so what can we do in a society with so much politics?&lt;br /&gt;stay home and be a couch potato, waiting for things to happen -.- no la its for u to figure out urself, coz i havent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways thx alot to ed, fio, hl, hz, ly and wil for making time to meet up last night :DDD, sacrificing their time for a man with huat days freedom left -.- now its se7en, and soon it'll be tml.........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/83060562567357505-3574061812038205805?l=13-last-things.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://13-last-things.blogspot.com/feeds/3574061812038205805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=83060562567357505&amp;postID=3574061812038205805' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/83060562567357505/posts/default/3574061812038205805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/83060562567357505/posts/default/3574061812038205805'/><link rel='alternate' 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title=''/><author><name>transparent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17880365141475822506</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-83060562567357505.post-2119635363066936021</id><published>2008-07-29T15:23:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T16:27:25.634+08:00</updated><title type='text'>and they lived happily ever after</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/LolJmyDjRsQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/LolJmyDjRsQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="212" height="177"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a spider web and i'm caught in the middle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;only 15 days of freedom left, and soon i'll fall into the evil clutches of the NS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dammit, i got time but i dont have time lols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what is this man? haiyo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahaha nvm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have u ever read fairy tales, where the hero only met the beauty once, they fell in love with each other, but mad witch keeps beauty in possession, hero saw, hero saves beauty, hero wins, and they lived happily ever after?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no nv read any, ok u can read &lt;a href="http://www.bethanyroberts.com/Rapunzel.htm"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have u ever wondered what happen later? does every story ends with happily ever after. i dont know if it would be like this, but i believe in it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got this image of me hugging my wife, with her carrying a baby and the elder child standing infront of us. all the faces are blurred except myself, even though i may not survive till then, but its something i want, maybe the woman may already be in my life, maybe i have not met her, or maybe its a guy : liddat i will consider being single then&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where am i heading? what i wanna do in the future, i hope my application for bachalor in education would be a success next yr, since i cant proceed in the research field, i would empower the later generation to continue with it, even if i play a small part in it, at least i helped&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;worries makes a person strong, and the hunger for bigger things. take example of the szechuan eq, oh hell no not this again right ok i'll take another, hmm lets say ur mom is diagnose with a terminal illness, and there's no cure for it, would it make u feel that u got to find a way to treat the woman that have spent years of her life nurturing to what u are today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not everyone is afraid of dying, maybe some are, and they are worried that they would not have enough time to do all they wanted, while some others cant wait for that day, probably because they will be freed from the worries? lols&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and a question to post&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;will they live happily ever after?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/83060562567357505-2119635363066936021?l=13-last-things.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://13-last-things.blogspot.com/feeds/2119635363066936021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=83060562567357505&amp;postID=2119635363066936021' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/83060562567357505/posts/default/2119635363066936021'/><link 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/&gt;i gave it 4.5 stars out of 5 because, after the introduction of the other villain, it was quite rush, and why cant somebody just shoot the joker and ya... end of story.. but i dont mind it was a 3 hr movie, with and extension on the introduction of the other villain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wont disclose the identity just because..... watch it urself, its worth it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but there's one thing, which is at the beginning, where batman fought a group of bad guys, then there's one guy holding the gun, and batman easily bend it. i mean he may have the strength to bend la, but is the other guy so strong too, like a clamp liddat?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aaaaanyways, read abt the section of who wants to be a superheroes on 8 days, and it says it cost abt an amazing 333.3 million bucks, that's like 3.333 x 10^8 dollars in standard form to be like batman.. a 15 million mansion, a hundred k spy gear, 2 k wardrobe, 136 million it support, 497k or a million for a car, 39k for the bike, 181 million for a plane and 163k yearly for a butler&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;alot isnt it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then u shld seriously consider being&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.moviecitynews.com/arrays/images/2005/superman/BrandonRouthasSuperman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.moviecitynews.com/arrays/images/2005/superman/BrandonRouthasSuperman.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where u just need urm, 1k for the suit and use ur own red undies?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why so serious?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/83060562567357505-4911892293518305072?l=13-last-things.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-83060562567357505.post-5084968899736628247</id><published>2008-07-19T04:21:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T22:26:16.509+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the 111th</title><content type='html'>a million of thanks to miss elizee for making today or maybe ytd an unforgettable one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a not so simple yet simple bday celebration that made this great.. cake smashing was something i look forward to every year, and we did it again, presents, i dont really expect them... something that was so simple, like buying a cake and letting me cut it, was enough to make me happy. seriously i cant remember the last time i cut my own cake, since pri 3 liddat and sec 4 with my peeps&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;her effort and time placed into this occasion, the gifts, the late nights .. researching for the cakes to buy, spending her time shopping for the gift, the numerous hours she spent on the gift and the most heartwarming letter.. i read it five times already and it still makes me feel so touched&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the cake :) abit too big for 2 but it's really nice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WjM-2LLfjKU/SIL4TSkBsXI/AAAAAAAAAGA/WQl11TMj7gw/s1600-h/Photo0260.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WjM-2LLfjKU/SIL4TSkBsXI/AAAAAAAAAGA/WQl11TMj7gw/s320/Photo0260.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225011527987343730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;us after the cake smashing.. she damn fierce la, see my face so dirty T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WjM-2LLfjKU/SIL4Tff5GcI/AAAAAAAAAGI/rqmdb7YPkZ4/s1600-h/Photo0262.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WjM-2LLfjKU/SIL4Tff5GcI/AAAAAAAAAGI/rqmdb7YPkZ4/s320/Photo0262.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225011531459664322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my present ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WjM-2LLfjKU/SIL4TjK_tUI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/4vZFr3RPl68/s1600-h/Photo0267.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WjM-2LLfjKU/SIL4TjK_tUI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/4vZFr3RPl68/s320/Photo0267.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225011532445758786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the ribbon veh nice right, she tied it herself and what's inside?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WjM-2LLfjKU/SIL3_y1_ypI/AAAAAAAAAFY/H8WxGraTPBc/s1600-h/DSCN6559.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WjM-2LLfjKU/SIL3_y1_ypI/AAAAAAAAAFY/H8WxGraTPBc/s320/DSCN6559.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225011193055267474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;taken these pics on a different day, the unveiling...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WjM-2LLfjKU/SIL4AOA99sI/AAAAAAAAAFg/iMT1mu8DUMQ/s1600-h/DSCN6560.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WjM-2LLfjKU/SIL4AOA99sI/AAAAAAAAAFg/iMT1mu8DUMQ/s320/DSCN6560.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225011200349042370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of winnie the pooh bear.. now u know why&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WjM-2LLfjKU/SIL4AnGAalI/AAAAAAAAAFo/8RDK0ffRUjk/s1600-h/DSCN6561.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WjM-2LLfjKU/SIL4AnGAalI/AAAAAAAAAFo/8RDK0ffRUjk/s320/DSCN6561.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225011207081060946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love letter, the content wont be shower here bleah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WjM-2LLfjKU/SIL4BDSNtII/AAAAAAAAAFw/7jDCG6I0sSo/s1600-h/DSCN6563.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WjM-2LLfjKU/SIL4BDSNtII/AAAAAAAAAFw/7jDCG6I0sSo/s320/DSCN6563.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225011214648456322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and ta-daa, the wallet :o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WjM-2LLfjKU/SIL3_X9oCEI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/W4BbGeNX_Ew/s1600-h/DSCN6557.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WjM-2LLfjKU/SIL3_X9oCEI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/W4BbGeNX_Ew/s320/DSCN6557.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225011185839507522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dear, u are the best :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;memories overwrite memories, and it keeps getting better :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/83060562567357505-5084968899736628247?l=13-last-things.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://13-last-things.blogspot.com/feeds/5084968899736628247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=83060562567357505&amp;postID=5084968899736628247' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/83060562567357505/posts/default/5084968899736628247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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is good, especially the pan ling ling story and the christopher lee wooing the ruan mian mian one..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nvm today read the personal reflection journal that i kept in the past, where i occasionally write down my thoughts.. fyi, i kept one during sec sch but i threw it away -.- dunno why and this book started at ard jun last year&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reading back, this time, without any pushing (or psychoing) from my fren, i did what i wanted, and reading back, the energy level was at its maximum, but now the low self esteem devil has come back to haunt me, which is one thing i gotta get rid of&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its like cartoons, where u have an angel and a devil appearing beside u and the devil will pull the shirt of the angel over the head, and knock it out lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm not thinking too much, how do u define too much? i'm thinking alot, a very speculative person i would call myself.. not that i'd say of myself, but really i think my anticipation is not bad, if i was a player inside FM, my anticipation would easily hit 15 i guess?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think of everything, maybe not everything, the worst things or i can call myself a pessimist :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a pessimist to make it as a clown? no way, how can u 感染 ur audience when u are feeling down? living everyday happily? possible?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;why do i feel sucky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/83060562567357505-971245548424254451?l=13-last-things.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://13-last-things.blogspot.com/feeds/971245548424254451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=83060562567357505&amp;postID=971245548424254451' title='0 Comments'/><link 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value="http://www.youtube.com/v/fml8XCTkhwA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/fml8XCTkhwA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="212" height="177"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this guy is good, and if u are thinking of going on a diet, watch his video on youtube and u wont feel like eating&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/83060562567357505-6469034148649689809?l=13-last-things.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://13-last-things.blogspot.com/feeds/6469034148649689809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=83060562567357505&amp;postID=6469034148649689809' title='0 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/&gt;future, something u wouldnt want to think abt, but subconsciously u do, sometimes things cant be controlled, cannot be foreseen, predicted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm seeing far, very far, endless, but i didnt bother abt the present, and now i did&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a very creamy after taste, rich and thick, very nice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just want my bday to be an ordinary day.. and sometimes i think back, throughout my life, did i try to be special? no i just wanna spend my life being ordinary.... extraordinary, out of the ordinary? guess i want that now, but a simple 'happy birthday' from u will do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nobody can see tml, and i will, from now on live everyday like there is no tml&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm not sure of myself, but there's one thing i wouldnt doubt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_o_ _e_e__e _e__e_ :x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-83060562567357505.post-8897535951146758403</id><published>2008-07-16T01:05:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T01:16:40.832+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i cant get enough of him</title><content type='html'>wow &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Yoga_Lin"&gt;yoga lin&lt;/a&gt; is superman sia.. he makes me wanna watch the &lt;a href="http://www.crunchyroll.com/showseriesmedia?id=5432"&gt;xing guang da dao&lt;/a&gt; and i already watched 3 epi of it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vd2s_k1pJNQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vd2s_k1pJNQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="212" height="177"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow the way he perform this song, with the very 狼狈 drunk feel, damn especially the part he walked to the stage.. then the 对不起 hand signal.. wah lan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shit he also quite handsome la, lol and elizabeth say he very kissable, small mouth woo.. dammit i also agree sia am i gay? but seriously he's good&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/83060562567357505-8897535951146758403?l=13-last-things.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://13-last-things.blogspot.com/feeds/8897535951146758403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=83060562567357505&amp;postID=8897535951146758403' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/83060562567357505/posts/default/8897535951146758403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/83060562567357505/posts/default/8897535951146758403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://13-last-things.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-cant-get-enough-of-him.html' title='i cant get enough of him'/><author><name>transparent</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-83060562567357505.post-8716398354889738535</id><published>2008-07-13T11:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T11:29:08.997+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>suddenly rembed a post from zr'z blog, and i think he's right too.. the get real post........ fuck it.. it doesnt matter if we succeed, as long as we died trying&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/83060562567357505-8716398354889738535?l=13-last-things.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://13-last-things.blogspot.com/feeds/8716398354889738535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=83060562567357505&amp;postID=8716398354889738535' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/83060562567357505/posts/default/8716398354889738535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/83060562567357505/posts/default/8716398354889738535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://13-last-things.blogspot.com/2008/07/suddenly-rembed-post-from-zrz-blog-and.html' title=''/><author><name>transparent</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-83060562567357505.post-2015167441643100537</id><published>2008-07-08T21:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T21:17:46.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sometimes i do</title><content type='html'>dunno why, today i remb a video of bobby lee as a scientist for the madtv.. lol actually i wasnt thinking abt it but something else&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;looking at urself in the mirror is important as u look out for any changes and also what went wrong.. so during my peaceful ride to work, without my mp3, my mind started to wander, and i did some reflection.. what have u done for the past months? were they good? what is one thing u regret u didnt do? is it too late to do it now? what if i die now? what if i die in ns? what will it be like in ns?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and seriously, thinking back, some of my posts were trying to psycho people to do what they wanted and i hope i succeeded. lol but did i even psycho myself? damn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes we really need some ________s, a little ________ is good enough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and sometimes, i do need&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pls&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/83060562567357505-2015167441643100537?l=13-last-things.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://13-last-things.blogspot.com/feeds/2015167441643100537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=83060562567357505&amp;postID=2015167441643100537' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/83060562567357505/posts/default/2015167441643100537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/83060562567357505/posts/default/2015167441643100537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://13-last-things.blogspot.com/2008/07/sometimes-i-do.html' title='sometimes i do'/><author><name>transparent</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-83060562567357505.post-5276713131213919682</id><published>2008-07-07T13:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T13:40:12.642+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>woah, this weekend was super fun.. and of course a good one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fri night.. &lt;br /&gt;final soccer night as most are being wiped out by army, with another 4 going in this week.. man rounded off the night with a memorable volley, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sat&lt;br /&gt;went to keppel bay with jc, jw, liang, man, qz, wk and yk and i was in wk's car lol.. the ride was smooth though, wasnt what i expected after comments from my other frens.. the place is really nice, damn nice, a good place to chill and relax, and a good place for couples.. the cake served at prive is oishi, but the prices of the main course was abit high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we went to somewhere at novena where we met up with zr to eat the jap food and it was also nice, but we were quite late and the sushi was not so 'fresh' and of limited choices&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sun&lt;br /&gt;catch 10 promises to my dog with eliz at cine, and i must say the show will make u cry.. it also makes me realise i hate those shows that uses flashback at the end, where all the memories comes back, wah lan eh.. then it was to taka where we had oue lunch at the foodfair? food feast aiya i dunno what it's called but it's at the basement of taka the open space there.. alot of food but we only tried some but dunno why it was filling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;newton circus with aloy, ed, fio, hz, jw, ly and vil for a gathering before aloy's enlistment as well as a mini celebration for the july babies.. too bad i cannot eat spicy stuffs but it was fun, then got one temasek acapella(?) group performing there, they were really good and one particular song that i remb was:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_nl46l8XHvg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_nl46l8XHvg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="212" height="177"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then after that we went to swensens next to paragon to eat ice cream.. lol thx for the vouchers man!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/83060562567357505-5276713131213919682?l=13-last-things.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://13-last-things.blogspot.com/feeds/5276713131213919682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=83060562567357505&amp;postID=5276713131213919682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/83060562567357505/posts/default/5276713131213919682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/83060562567357505/posts/default/5276713131213919682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://13-last-things.blogspot.com/2008/07/woah-this-weekend-was-super-fun.html' title=''/><author><name>transparent</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-83060562567357505.post-2644570626294444678</id><published>2008-07-01T01:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T01:42:05.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'>get real</title><content type='html'>sometimes, do u feel u are aiming too far, too high that u cant achieve? its good to aim high, but get real, do u think u really can do it? lol yea how the hell would i know if u didnt try? but when u fail, will u think back and tell urself why didnt i set something realistic in the first place?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nvm let's look at another scenario, let's take for example like gambling, what are the chances of winning, ya money grows money, no venture, no returns. but what are the chances of winning, maybe 0.1%, 1%, i dont know.. all i know is pls get real, do u really think striking 4D or toto is even possible? if u do, then i can only say u are lucky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;parents asking for too much of their children, packing their timetables with supplementary lessons, thinking that their children, 10 yrs of age could jump straight to poly.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a marketing director came out with an product, with ok features, ok price, ok design going into the market thinking it would be a hit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and one more thing, a relationship with only love and nothing esle.. do u think it can carry on? yea love is essential, but other factors too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, pls get real =/&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;ok not so much of the get real post, its the top 3 of my chart this week&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first up is done stealin' by carolina liars.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="80"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/R0L_pZkuaK/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/R0L_pZkuaK/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="110" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;second is ms jackson by outkast&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="80"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/sy3x-rjaYW/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/sy3x-rjaYW/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="110" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the last one is little red door by the zutons&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="80"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/XNDTJQs9oT/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/XNDTJQs9oT/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="110" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/83060562567357505-2644570626294444678?l=13-last-things.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://13-last-things.blogspot.com/feeds/2644570626294444678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=83060562567357505&amp;postID=2644570626294444678' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/83060562567357505/posts/default/2644570626294444678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/83060562567357505/posts/default/2644570626294444678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://13-last-things.blogspot.com/2008/07/get-real.html' title='get real'/><author><name>transparent</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-83060562567357505.post-4990911492762479354</id><published>2008-06-27T04:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T05:17:51.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the 100</title><content type='html'>the 100th post, with some that were unpublished, and late in the night, after playing pool, and watching euro with cfc and terry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was talking to zr on the lrt and he told me abt life, which made me reflect on my life, my goals, and my direction.. one sentence that i remembered was 'living a good life while not drifting away from ur direction' but how? we all live an easy life that cant be any easier, where the end point is already decided for all of us, and the journey would be more or less the same, but whether it'll be meaningful...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was talking to willy and he pointed out that with most of us getting attached and stuffs, like going into ns, we have lesser time for each other, meaning that the fri night soccer will have lesser people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, it has been a long time since i met cfc and i must definitely say, i miss those days where both of us, with mouse could spent countless hours chatting with each other, gossiping and sharing our troubles.. the last time we did was like 4 years back already&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one more day to the departure of my good fren kj, and it certainly was nice meeting u.. if he nv transferred from pierce sec to unity, i would nv have known him.. still remember the days u will chase yl all over the school, skip lessons to go for the bball matches, rko people after recess, the unforgettable moments in the class room with the 6 of us at the back, pythagoras theorem, the countless times we spent beside the merlion, even though u would slp most of the time, dota-ing, hero siege-ing and tower defense-ing to the middle of the night.. too many too many&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dunno what's the feeling i have right now, just dont feel like bathing, slping, just feel like sitting down at my computer table, looking out at the window and do nothing.. not that i'm unhappy or things arent going my way.. these few days have been great, or near perfect and i'm really glad&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/83060562567357505-4990911492762479354?l=13-last-things.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-83060562567357505.post-7192938002426041765</id><published>2008-06-21T15:30:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T01:02:57.807+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mime playing on a b/w tv set</title><content type='html'>imagine a night, with strings of colourful neon lights hanging between metal poles, in an old setting, wooden infrastructure, night hawkers by the roadside, kids playing with bubbles, catching, couples whispering sweet nothings outside the cinema, adults eating with their one of their legs on the chair, but u are suffering from achromatopsia, deaf and dumb.. u stand there looking at everything, feeling all left out but feeling happy looking at everyone enjoying themselves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this scenario, it's perfect&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna scrap my com &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 00);"&gt;and a bad meeting within my radar once more hah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/83060562567357505-7192938002426041765?l=13-last-things.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://13-last-things.blogspot.com/feeds/7192938002426041765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=83060562567357505&amp;postID=7192938002426041765' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/83060562567357505/posts/default/7192938002426041765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/83060562567357505/posts/default/7192938002426041765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://13-last-things.blogspot.com/2008/06/mine-playing-on-bw-tv-set.html' title='mime playing on a b/w tv set'/><author><name>transparent</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-83060562567357505.post-3086484926107747574</id><published>2008-06-19T01:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T01:39:11.185+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/AIy5Cv0un9U&amp;hl=en&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/AIy5Cv0un9U&amp;hl=en&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="212" height="177"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;things happens in a swift movement, sometimes without u realising it.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna play sudoku&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/83060562567357505-3086484926107747574?l=13-last-things.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://13-last-things.blogspot.com/feeds/3086484926107747574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=83060562567357505&amp;postID=3086484926107747574' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/83060562567357505/posts/default/3086484926107747574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/83060562567357505/posts/default/3086484926107747574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://13-last-things.blogspot.com/2008/06/things-happens-in-swift-movement.html' title=''/><author><name>transparent</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-83060562567357505.post-5698725737528960300</id><published>2008-06-16T22:04:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T22:30:02.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>“还不错啦，有睡曼多的”。。。。。。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/b3J4s_nwezg&amp;hl=en&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/b3J4s_nwezg&amp;hl=en&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="212" height="177"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life's a gamble, or rather, are u gambling ur life away?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i always choose tails and tails came out lol.. i won the bet i guess? but its with myself and its something i want?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/83060562567357505-5698725737528960300?l=13-last-things.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://13-last-things.blogspot.com/feeds/5698725737528960300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=83060562567357505&amp;postID=5698725737528960300' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/83060562567357505/posts/default/5698725737528960300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/83060562567357505/posts/default/5698725737528960300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://13-last-things.blogspot.com/2008/06/ytd-wasnt-good-day-either-one-more-not.html' title=''/><author><name>transparent</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-83060562567357505.post-6469427671711714008</id><published>2008-06-15T00:45:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T01:15:46.604+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hmm</title><content type='html'>hmm just found out i really like using hmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nvm anyways a very &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;happy bday to kj&lt;/span&gt; =) (ytd) 2 more weeks in sg and u will be off to australia.. made it sky blue to commemorate sky blue day during the pe mondays lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;should have went to esplande with the guys to relive the memories but we went to timah to play lan.. it was still good though and the food we had was like buffet.. order so much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;june, 13, friday, 6.13pm&lt;br /&gt;was on the bus 257 playing sudoku while on the way home, got an error but i picked one of the boxes and by chance, it was the wrong (right?) box choosen and i managed to solve the puzzle.. so it wasnt that unlucky after all.. but i still like 13 though&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the 15mins story i wrote, didnt bring out the essence of 'late', but nvm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what's the worst it could get, the most is go home suck thumb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i'm seeing it, but i still cant see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hope it would be a good day&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/83060562567357505-6469427671711714008?l=13-last-things.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-83060562567357505.post-9037917174256449709</id><published>2008-06-11T00:28:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T21:09:44.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'>15mins</title><content type='html'>a story written in 15 mins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mr pete is a typical singaporean, always late for school and meetings even though he stays near.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he had a crush on this girl, whom is in the same class as him. her name was judy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/VV6Knsx7GEA&amp;hl=en&amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;color2=0xfebd01"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/VV6Knsx7GEA&amp;hl=en&amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;color2=0xfebd01" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="212" height="177"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she was a soft-spoken, petite girl with a girl-next door face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in a twist of fate, pete was picked as the class monitor with judy as his assiatant. things changed since then, where they got to know each other more and pete was over the moon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then on this faithful day, pete confessed and judy was hesitant at first, but thinking back what he has done for her, she accepted him (use ur imagination what he did, i only got 15mins lol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;their relationship underwent rough tests, with pete going into the army, and judy going overseas to study&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a certain may, pete decided to go to australia to find judy, as her bday was nearing.. he nearly miss the flight (though unlikely but hey, its narrative)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was a surprise for judy, and she had her best bday ever, with a romantic dinner by the seaside and some asian delicacies that pete prepared&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 years later, after going through 3 break-ups and getting back together, they were engaged and planning for their 4-room flat and wedding&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;things went well, or even perfect and it was the day before their wedding, when pete received a call on his mobile while he was on his wheels.. judy met an accident while crossing the traffic to their usual place, where she and pete plan to meet up before their big day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the conversation on the phone went:&lt;br /&gt;nurse: are u mr pete? &lt;br /&gt;pete: yea?&lt;br /&gt;nurse: do u have any idea who is judy?&lt;br /&gt;pete: ya, she's my fiancée&lt;br /&gt;nurse: *lowering voice, i'm sorry to say, but she's met with an accident and is in a serious condition&lt;br /&gt;pete: *shaken, wwwh---what? is this a prank call?&lt;br /&gt;nurse: no, we found her hp and ur number was the last dial, so we thought we could try calling through as she wont pull through tonight&lt;br /&gt;pete: *speechless, where is she now? ...........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;............... the conversation went on and on and pete finally reach the ward but he was too late, by 15mins.. seeing judy lying there breathless, all the unforgettable memories flash past and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/3J8q4cBSkTQ&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/3J8q4cBSkTQ&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="212" height="177"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in life, we may always be late.. sometimes its like we can leave early but due to some circumstance, like u wanna rest abit more, slp abit more, play abit more, it causes u to be late. for moments like this, we do not have a choice, even u want to take a last look at ur love ones&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so is it nv too late to realise its too late or its already late and u didnt realise u are late?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we may die tml, maybe during slp, so maybe ask urself, have u done what u always really wanna do? if there's afterlife, would u be there regretting that u didnt do it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/83060562567357505-9037917174256449709?l=13-last-things.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://13-last-things.blogspot.com/feeds/9037917174256449709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=83060562567357505&amp;postID=9037917174256449709' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/83060562567357505/posts/default/9037917174256449709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/83060562567357505/posts/default/9037917174256449709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/83060562567357505-8432267516967772659?l=13-last-things.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://13-last-things.blogspot.com/feeds/8432267516967772659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=83060562567357505&amp;postID=8432267516967772659' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/83060562567357505/posts/default/8432267516967772659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/83060562567357505/posts/default/8432267516967772659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://13-last-things.blogspot.com/2008/06/funny-mtv-but-song-is-damn-nice.html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-83060562567357505.post-2885803533644262850</id><published>2008-06-02T22:08:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T23:16:52.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm scared</title><content type='html'>wow these few days was exciting.. ranging from the depths of pacific ocean to the side of the moon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;thurs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a day to forget, with a snowball of emotions being rolled up since sunday, and plus the 'fabulous' handling of time.. haiz cant help to think so much.. maybe her being angry would make me feel better but&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;fri&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;spent the day at home, after reflecting what i did on thurs (i already took the off beforehand though) thought it would be nice to make her feel assured, did some cooking and met her up at night and i'm glad i achieved it.. lol this 2 days like write also nv write like that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;sat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reach home at ard 4 the previous night, woke up at 9 and met the rest of the group and we headed to sentosa for 'man'day celebration.. jw, qz and zr went early to set up the suprise for man, while jc and willy went to collect his cake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;man was experiencing hangover from the drinks he had, but nonetheless he still made it.. ahaha when we reach siloso beach it was already close to 1 and the rest of them was waiting for us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a bday cake for man, followed by a bday song and the 20 hankerchiefs and the unveiling of FNFC (friday night football club)'s newest signing, seah torres lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had alot of fun at sentosa, playing soccer and frisbie, and we headed back to vivo for carl's jr. before heading to mind's cafe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;too bad the group was too big, and we had to seperate into 2.. but the dinosaur card game was high and i think the whole place was filled with our laughter or noise they would call it -.- the building blocks game was also fun... the games were really nice and the mood was high, to the extend cw did a taiji swing, with vigour and swept the cups and basket onto the floor, with a glass cup lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we went to catch nr back home, and on the way to somerset, i got this feeling, just like the night we walked after prom night back in sec 4.. dunno why the feeling just hits me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got home at 3 and i slept on the sofa....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;sun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woke up at 10.40 had a bathe and went to boon lay raja restaurant with my family.. it was the first time, yea the first time i had a meal with my dad, mum and sis on a table together.. the feeling was great.. the food there was really nice but maybe because of my mood that day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then the next stop was commonwealth, and we went to visit my uncle at his stall due to some reasons.. but we didnt managed to taste his food coz we were too full lol.. he's still the same, always drinking and falling aslp when he's drunk.. i think i might be like him in the future -.- omg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then went to meet eliz for dinner at kovan and seriously, the whatnottoeat.blogspot.com should be created sia.. coz the roast duck and pig there really isnt nice, like use sauce to cover the taste only..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some photos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WjM-2LLfjKU/SEQFi83JcWI/AAAAAAAAADg/oWGQs6psl9A/s1600-h/CIMG5603.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WjM-2LLfjKU/SEQFi83JcWI/AAAAAAAAADg/oWGQs6psl9A/s320/CIMG5603.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207293167158260066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;man with his 20 hankies lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WjM-2LLfjKU/SEQFjafA1kI/AAAAAAAAADo/v1gtDNYHfFM/s1600-h/CIMG5608.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WjM-2LLfjKU/SEQFjafA1kI/AAAAAAAAADo/v1gtDNYHfFM/s320/CIMG5608.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207293175110096450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the headline signing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WjM-2LLfjKU/SEQFialSLZI/AAAAAAAAADY/9cLzPmNywhc/s1600-h/CIMG5610.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WjM-2LLfjKU/SEQFialSLZI/AAAAAAAAADY/9cLzPmNywhc/s320/CIMG5610.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207293157956529554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the soccer gang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WjM-2LLfjKU/SEQFj4wVsXI/AAAAAAAAADw/5j4mZRVDSKk/s1600-h/Photo0086.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WjM-2LLfjKU/SEQFj4wVsXI/AAAAAAAAADw/5j4mZRVDSKk/s320/Photo0086.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207293183235830130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;us at mind's cafe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WjM-2LLfjKU/SEQGT3w4LKI/AAAAAAAAAEA/lPgWBjm-Qkg/s1600-h/Photo0090.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WjM-2LLfjKU/SEQGT3w4LKI/AAAAAAAAAEA/lPgWBjm-Qkg/s320/Photo0090.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207294007603375266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WjM-2LLfjKU/SEQGTaGOZ0I/AAAAAAAAAD4/u3sJ3V67DTE/s1600-h/Photo0089.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WjM-2LLfjKU/SEQGTaGOZ0I/AAAAAAAAAD4/u3sJ3V67DTE/s320/Photo0089.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207293999639848770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the 2 pics i sneak due to my uncooperative dad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WjM-2LLfjKU/SEQGuelFeyI/AAAAAAAAAEg/phZtLOn6hhY/s1600-h/Photo0092.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WjM-2LLfjKU/SEQGuelFeyI/AAAAAAAAAEg/phZtLOn6hhY/s320/Photo0092.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207294464699497250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WjM-2LLfjKU/SEQGu1lo_1I/AAAAAAAAAEo/g-MS-V6lDhM/s1600-h/Photo0093.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WjM-2LLfjKU/SEQGu1lo_1I/AAAAAAAAAEo/g-MS-V6lDhM/s320/Photo0093.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207294470875840338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my uncle's stall, pls try when u are in the vicinity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WjM-2LLfjKU/SEQGUk_n2EI/AAAAAAAAAEI/8yt-2QVrQZA/s1600-h/Photo0096.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WjM-2LLfjKU/SEQGUk_n2EI/AAAAAAAAAEI/8yt-2QVrQZA/s320/Photo0096.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207294019744815170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahh my childhood.. there used to be a kindergarden there but now :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WjM-2LLfjKU/SEQGU72tnSI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/YcUWND-IOyc/s1600-h/Photo0101.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WjM-2LLfjKU/SEQGU72tnSI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/YcUWND-IOyc/s320/Photo0101.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207294025881460002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the place i used to play with my frens 10+ years ago&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WjM-2LLfjKU/SEQGVQRROLI/AAAAAAAAAEY/UGslJy1PrCQ/s1600-h/Photo0102.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WjM-2LLfjKU/SEQGVQRROLI/AAAAAAAAAEY/UGslJy1PrCQ/s320/Photo0102.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207294031361554610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;refurnished playground.. no more sand, swing and the 2 triangles that are the hurdle to catching&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what a weekend that was.. great, really good weekend though tiring.. tickling my memories while making new ones&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if god were to rob my memories, it better not be this year's.. but if he rob other's there may be inter connecting pieces that will make others look jumbled up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so..... i'll keep these beautiful memories, not even one less&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and one last thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;happy bday man :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;something random&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/yCto3PCn8wo&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/yCto3PCn8wo&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="212" height="177"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/83060562567357505-2885803533644262850?l=13-last-things.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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control and bang into u, and suddenly ur whole life flash past ur eyes for that moment and for the next, u realise u are awake.. and regret abt the things that went wrong in ur life but they are within ur control.. and u live ur day trying to make it good.. cool uh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these 3 days have been hard, i really need some _ _ _ _ anyone like to buy a vowel? no prizes for guessing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;i really dont know, i really dont :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/83060562567357505-2009748660305108185?l=13-last-things.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://13-last-things.blogspot.com/feeds/2009748660305108185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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already, but dont feel like slping&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally warm-ed up my taste buds ytd at jp with a bowl of tom yam noodles.. it wasnt that good and i'm still craving for more tom yam.. talking abt food and i'm feally hungry now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol what is this kind of feeling? i dont even know it myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes, i reflect upon my actions and seriously, i think my determination is close to the other end of the scale&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sooo looking forward to this thurs, and weekends, with 3 days packed with activities, this should be the kind of life before ns :) however dont get my hopes too high later the plan is meet liao then say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8UqwNLdb45k&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8UqwNLdb45k&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="212" height="177"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dunno why addicted to this song -.- but really into slow music these days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;tom yam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt; tom yam&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;tom yam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; tom yam&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;tom yam&lt;/span&gt; tom yam &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;tom yam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/83060562567357505-5924616367014171536?l=13-last-things.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-83060562567357505.post-6258429964283130129</id><published>2008-05-24T13:18:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T23:59:36.178+08:00</updated><title type='text'>stroll down memory lane</title><content type='html'>seldom will do this kind of post and i'm gonna do it today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some pics that i went through in my folders and they certainly brings back memories&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WjM-2LLfjKU/SDenS6Bs6cI/AAAAAAAAACY/Ji0XWdXZa9w/s1600-h/DSCN5064.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WjM-2LLfjKU/SDenS6Bs6cI/AAAAAAAAACY/Ji0XWdXZa9w/s320/DSCN5064.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203811837705775554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahh unity, a school that i spent 4 years.. the place where many friendships are forged.. still misses the long hours of lessons, the soccer and basketball after school, playing raw deal in school.. ahaha those were good memories&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WjM-2LLfjKU/SDenSKBs6aI/AAAAAAAAACI/7NWH9paBNls/s1600-h/DSCN5049.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WjM-2LLfjKU/SDenSKBs6aI/AAAAAAAAACI/7NWH9paBNls/s320/DSCN5049.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203811824820873634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is miss chua, my math teacher for 3 years and form teacher for 2, dont look at her skinny skinny but she's got a lot of respect from us.. not fierce but VERY naggy and i'm sure all my friends would have agreed.. if there's 2 reasons for us to go back to school every teachers day, one would be soccer and the other would be her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WjM-2LLfjKU/SDemaaBs6XI/AAAAAAAAABw/RjmXT4rfgUc/s1600-h/grppic2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WjM-2LLfjKU/SDemaaBs6XI/AAAAAAAAABw/RjmXT4rfgUc/s320/grppic2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203810867043166578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weee the friday night soccer team without a few of them, soccer- what a wonderful thing, it keeps us going, i mean the friendship.. wonder how it would be like when most of us go into ns&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WjM-2LLfjKU/SDemZ6Bs6VI/AAAAAAAAABg/uE-5xC5xQrQ/s1600-h/qf,man,kj+and+cw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WjM-2LLfjKU/SDemZ6Bs6VI/AAAAAAAAABg/uE-5xC5xQrQ/s320/qf,man,kj+and+cw.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203810858453231954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahaha 4 rotters and with them, i spend countless weekends at esplande rotting, sometimes with special guest appearance.. still wonder how the hell we take it sia.. out of the 52 weekends, think we made at least 35 trips to city hall o.o now that's a record&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WjM-2LLfjKU/SDeokaBs6gI/AAAAAAAAAC4/SDVRLz9M-0U/s1600-h/DSCF6155.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WjM-2LLfjKU/SDeokaBs6gI/AAAAAAAAAC4/SDVRLz9M-0U/s320/DSCF6155.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203813237865114114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this pic, i guess its the one with almost all of them but still a few that are not in it.. the many bday celebrations for many people,  are all good memories for the bday boys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WjM-2LLfjKU/SDenTKBs6eI/AAAAAAAAACo/11XCBZCOmdA/s1600-h/Class+photo2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WjM-2LLfjKU/SDenTKBs6eI/AAAAAAAAACo/11XCBZCOmdA/s320/Class+photo2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203811842000742882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol a class photo with my poly mates taken during orientation, many have changed, i mean appearance and definitely one thing have changed, which is our friendship and looking at that pic, i cant even recall i did took it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WjM-2LLfjKU/SDeoj6Bs6fI/AAAAAAAAACw/3cxoNy3AsOg/s1600-h/MB0503+with+Mr+Koh+and+Mr+Micheal.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WjM-2LLfjKU/SDeoj6Bs6fI/AAAAAAAAACw/3cxoNy3AsOg/s320/MB0503+with+Mr+Koh+and+Mr+Micheal.0.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203813229275179506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a class photo that we took in year 2, with our mentor mr koh and future mentor mr michael.. ahaha comparing with the last pic the hairstyle of many have changed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WjM-2LLfjKU/SDenS6Bs6dI/AAAAAAAAACg/1OnSSVtPDdI/s1600-h/alcoholics.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WjM-2LLfjKU/SDenS6Bs6dI/AAAAAAAAACg/1OnSSVtPDdI/s320/alcoholics.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203811837705775570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haiz i dont have any class photo in year 3... but this is an outing with some of them to eski bar and we sure are a bunch of alcoholics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WjM-2LLfjKU/SDeok6Bs6iI/AAAAAAAAADI/sH5QaMMLMqQ/s1600-h/grp3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WjM-2LLfjKU/SDeok6Bs6iI/AAAAAAAAADI/sH5QaMMLMqQ/s320/grp3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203813246455048738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tioman, ah tioman, 3 days there with peeps and sure it was hell load of fun.. still misses the sun there and the lifestyle.. next time if i got my diver cert then we go again k?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WjM-2LLfjKU/SDeolKBs6jI/AAAAAAAAADQ/995N-gQoLEE/s1600-h/Photo0034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WjM-2LLfjKU/SDeolKBs6jI/AAAAAAAAADQ/995N-gQoLEE/s320/Photo0034.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203813250750016050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;putting this pic up without permission is bad u know? making her debut, my gf.. aiyo dunno how to talk abt her -.- like oh this is my beautiful gf, check out our matching.. er eyebrows?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WjM-2LLfjKU/SDeokaBs6hI/AAAAAAAAADA/RgZsANiaB8g/s1600-h/DSCN0274.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WjM-2LLfjKU/SDeokaBs6hI/AAAAAAAAADA/RgZsANiaB8g/s320/DSCN0274.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203813237865114130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my dad and mum, lol asking my dad to take a pic is sure a hard thing.. he doesnt show his affection but i know deep down he loves my mum alot, always fetching her from work when he is able to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and lastly, a pleasant 19 years journey and thanks alot for the laughters that we've shared, the scolding from our teachers, some 叛逆 stuffs that we did, long hours of proj, playing games through the middle of the night, jj almost every weekends, drinking till we get drunk... many many things..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really wish there was a time machine :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/83060562567357505-6258429964283130129?l=13-last-things.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://13-last-things.blogspot.com/feeds/6258429964283130129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=83060562567357505&amp;postID=6258429964283130129' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/83060562567357505/posts/default/6258429964283130129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/83060562567357505/posts/default/6258429964283130129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://13-last-things.blogspot.com/2008/05/stroll-down-memry-lane.html' title='stroll down memory lane'/><author><name>transparent</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_WjM-2LLfjKU/SDenS6Bs6cI/AAAAAAAAACY/Ji0XWdXZa9w/s72-c/DSCN5064.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-83060562567357505.post-6584225458616894477</id><published>2008-05-23T22:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T23:37:40.085+08:00</updated><title type='text'>old</title><content type='html'>finally, graduated from nyp after 3 years.. it wasnt long nor short, but time sure flies.. it just feels like a few moments ago when i met my classmates for the first time and it feels like i've not met them for ages since the last time i met them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20, guess most of us will be turning this year with a big 2 infront, seems like many decisions have to be made&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;many things have changed, but many still remains the same, so do u feel like who u are 3 years ago? guess should be somewhat the same except the mustache growing out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when u wake up in the morning, how do u feel? thank a million for giving me another day? wtf wake up so early, wish the sun doesnt rise? sian today dunno how to rot my time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nvm what's right or wrong? following ur heart? does it necessary means u are doing the right thing? but not doing what u want is wrong too?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;go ahead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/H50IjNq11Wg&amp;hl=en&amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;color2=0x6b8ab6"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/H50IjNq11Wg&amp;hl=en&amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;color2=0x6b8ab6" 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href='http://13-last-things.blogspot.com/2008/05/old.html' title='old'/><author><name>transparent</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-83060562567357505.post-2050119211850084539</id><published>2008-05-14T10:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T10:48:13.045+08:00</updated><title type='text'>how would life be during ns?</title><content type='html'>finally, i got my enlistment letter and the 2 highlighted parts were 13 aug 08 and ndu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh man, how great, the silver for the napfa wasnt valid for the exemption of physical training, and even need to serve extra one month.. zzz but it may be good coz i havent really trained much for these past months&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haiz talking abt going into ns, many things would change. of course freedom, where u'll lose it all, waiting for the day u get the pink ic back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;new frens, who will eventually become buddies, buddies from sec school, buddies from poly, ur family and ur own life, are the people or things u wanna do for the 2 days break.. how to allocate the time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously, now i see the importance of time, it never fails to fascinate me, where its always moving forward, no matter how hard u try to pull the minute finger, the time wont change, it only displays a slower time. just like fooling urself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if someone invents a time machine... guess its stupid to think abt it.. but with the increase in the pace of life, time seems to move slower, where more things can be accomplished in a same period of time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time is still the limiting factor :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/83060562567357505-2050119211850084539?l=13-last-things.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://13-last-things.blogspot.com/feeds/2050119211850084539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=83060562567357505&amp;postID=2050119211850084539' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/83060562567357505/posts/default/2050119211850084539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/83060562567357505/posts/default/2050119211850084539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://13-last-things.blogspot.com/2008/05/how-would-life-be-during-ns.html' title='how would life be during ns?'/><author><name>transparent</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-83060562567357505.post-7705885712353340710</id><published>2008-05-10T01:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-10T01:49:23.837+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>lame with u, parting, speculate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok got to note down what i want to blog coz if i dont i'd probably forget it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;work was hectic and i almost got no time for myself and more importantly...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nvm today was the last day for choon hwee and edwin and it'll be a loss for chao's team.. 2 less people to joke and work tgt.. a chanced encounter, but it's nice to have met u guys, though they would probably not read it lol.. and choon hwee u my idol sia, how did u managed to get that for gp?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway when someone of a different sex is willing to be lame with u, it may show something good, but we should not speculate lol another thing i wanna talk abt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speculating is good, but if u are pessimistic, too much of it will lead to u being emotional so we should avoid emo songs and listen to some with the dance feel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;learnt a few new words ytd and gotta add them to my vocabulary, english english english&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a nice song with a dance feel woot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/D4-PcMSxrUA&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/D4-PcMSxrUA&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="212" height="177"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/83060562567357505-7705885712353340710?l=13-last-things.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://13-last-things.blogspot.com/feeds/7705885712353340710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=83060562567357505&amp;postID=7705885712353340710' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/83060562567357505/posts/default/7705885712353340710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/83060562567357505/posts/default/7705885712353340710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://13-last-things.blogspot.com/2008/05/lame-with-u-parting-speculate-ok-got-to.html' title=''/><author><name>transparent</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-83060562567357505.post-6988421914242996830</id><published>2008-05-07T23:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T23:16:31.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'>how many times?</title><content type='html'>zzz today was a bad day, haiz nvm that wasnt abt the work though&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haiz how many times did i open teamtalk's page? i also dont know.. my com is like useless now, only for dl-ing purposes, eh not so much now also, games --&gt; u kidding me? and chatting (large part of it) so if when i dont feel like chatting, i will visit teamtalk at least 5 times and i did today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if there is a machine where u can save some part of ur free time and used it during sometime u need it, it would be good [dont know whether it is repeated]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is this called tired?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/83060562567357505-6988421914242996830?l=13-last-things.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://13-last-things.blogspot.com/feeds/6988421914242996830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=83060562567357505&amp;postID=6988421914242996830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/83060562567357505/posts/default/6988421914242996830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/83060562567357505/posts/default/6988421914242996830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://13-last-things.blogspot.com/2008/05/how-many-times.html' title='how many times?'/><author><name>transparent</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-83060562567357505.post-6655708139433392505</id><published>2008-05-06T23:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T23:39:28.645+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:(</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;happy belated bday to jun wei&lt;/span&gt; ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wee today went to celebrate jw bday at batok with 10 other people, jc, kj, man, qf, qz, tris, weekee, weelee, y2k, zy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ate alot and had a great time with them, havent saw some of them for a very long time.. and all of them receive their enlistment letter le except me T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haiz if only i can do a kage bunshin, then i can be at 2 different places at one time..  just for 2 days also can.. if only i can work half day everyday or gimme more time (again)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway today was chatting with edwin and chun wee and the time machine topic came up.. so if u have a time machine, what will u do.. ahaha i will go back to 4 years ago to relive my bday again.. once more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't regret the things u did, but rather regret the things u not did&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/83060562567357505-6655708139433392505?l=13-last-things.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://13-last-things.blogspot.com/feeds/6655708139433392505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=83060562567357505&amp;postID=6655708139433392505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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but not the other.. maybe they are just afraid of the reality, trying to run away from all the problems&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe i'll take all the problems as challenge and take them down like how the rock does the rock bottom -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway today was spent meaningfully with man, qf, qz, sy, tris, zr and zy to klp and tiong bahru.. i must say the lor mee at tb is really nice la.. must try man, eat and u will get addicted to it.. the pau also not bad ar but they nv sell the trademark xlb hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wah use alot of short forms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dammit this song will make u cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/PhOw47RRDzQ&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/PhOw47RRDzQ&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="212" 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title='alcohol'/><author><name>transparent</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-83060562567357505.post-1870501292232933615</id><published>2008-05-03T12:09:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-03T12:16:53.969+08:00</updated><title type='text'>finally and eventually</title><content type='html'>2 words of roughly the same meaning, but used on different context.. u use finally when u anticipate something with excitement and it happens after a long wait.. eventually, used when u dont feel like doing something but u have to do it hah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life's short and we will die eventually or should i say finally?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-83060562567357505.post-4706672887292727462</id><published>2008-05-01T11:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T12:44:10.171+08:00</updated><title type='text'>labour day</title><content type='html'>wow 2 days of leave makes me feel so great.. and ytd was a good day except there were too many people &gt;.&lt; next time go engineer a virus to kill half of singapore's population (lol) but if i'm in the suay portion then... suay lor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway this period of time, where we have graduated from poly and waiting for NS, uni and some working, will be the time where its the hardest to go through.. working is still alright, coz ur mind will be on other things, but still all the emotion sets in.. the other 2 categories and not working, will have alot of free time to let their mind wander.. unhealthy, isnt it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway i hope this time will be great coz when i go inside ns, everything would be different, but so far, i think its still perfect&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but how we define perfect, there's no standard to compare with like doing experiments. and can something be perfect.. ooo great i found another word i dont like -.- lol reminds me of the feel-er, look-er and try-er from zr's blog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[edited]&lt;br /&gt;click &lt;a href="http://www.craigslist.org/about/best/lax/483318927.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reciprocate- when u do something do u want anything in return? yea sometimes u do but there are times u do things and u dont understand why u did it, and not asking for anything in return&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/83060562567357505-4706672887292727462?l=13-last-things.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-83060562567357505.post-2821440218553748261</id><published>2008-04-29T22:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T23:02:05.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>that day listened to 你是我的眼 by 萧煌奇 at the canteen and attracted to the electric guitar at the beginning.. damn nice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyone got nice emo electric guitar solo to recommend? dont too metal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/mhJnVSKTkcE&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/mhJnVSKTkcE&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="177" width="212"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really dont like some words in the dictionary.. words like forever and if.. forever, just like a fantasy word, a word to show the irony of this world (willy told me that) and i certainly agree with him.. if, if there arent any doubts in this world would the word if appear?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but if tml nv comes, hah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/83060562567357505-2821440218553748261?l=13-last-things.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://13-last-things.blogspot.com/feeds/2821440218553748261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=83060562567357505&amp;postID=2821440218553748261' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/83060562567357505/posts/default/2821440218553748261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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T.T i thought my eng was bad but my chinese is also the same.. nvm that day went to cut hair and a conversation with the hairdresser:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hd :"are u mixed blood"&lt;br /&gt;bc :"no, singaporean, pure breed"&lt;br /&gt;bc :"why leh?"&lt;br /&gt;hd :"oh no la i thought u mixed indian ar"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wtf sia do i look like indian &gt;.&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/83060562567357505-835137601857088519?l=13-last-things.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://13-last-things.blogspot.com/feeds/835137601857088519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=83060562567357505&amp;postID=835137601857088519' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/83060562567357505/posts/default/835137601857088519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/83060562567357505/posts/default/835137601857088519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://13-last-things.blogspot.com/2008/04/wtf.html' title='wtf?'/><author><name>transparent</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-83060562567357505.post-5610870689793035593</id><published>2008-04-25T23:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T23:45:58.467+08:00</updated><title type='text'>gimme more time</title><content type='html'>damn lazy to blog these days but like nothing to blog abt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway now like chionging for mrt and bus everytime coz i'm always late.. go work, chiong the 8.19 mrt, then reach boon lay chiong 192 and 257 bus.. knock off 192 come then do a 200m sprint.. like that no need train also can become fit sia -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;soccer after like 2 weeks and gosh i really need more time.. anyone too free can borrow me some time? tml will be a much expected break for me but its not a 'me'-day.. got so many things i wanna (gotta) do.. and the fatigue is setting in with me experiencing cramp on my left leg during soccer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still waiting for my enlistment letter and can it come faster pls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;adjective&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway i think the phrase 他妈的 is an adjective in my dictionary.. the tioman trip i used it to describe the sotong and last week i use it to describe how tired i was&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ns ns ns ns ns ns ns ns :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/83060562567357505-5610870689793035593?l=13-last-things.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://13-last-things.blogspot.com/feeds/5610870689793035593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=83060562567357505&amp;postID=5610870689793035593' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/83060562567357505/posts/default/5610870689793035593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/83060562567357505/posts/default/5610870689793035593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://13-last-things.blogspot.com/2008/04/gimme-more-time.html' title='gimme more time'/><author><name>transparent</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-83060562567357505.post-442757579278981269</id><published>2008-04-07T21:29:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T21:41:50.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>forget abt that drunk post.. anyway &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;happy bday to daniel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt; all the best yea babe =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had a great day again ytd, watch orphanage at the new cinema.. it wasnt the nicest, but had the best company&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why u ask this type of question and why i ask u that type of question. can haitian erase my memory?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/83060562567357505-442757579278981269?l=13-last-things.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-83060562567357505.post-5478953029334051906</id><published>2008-04-07T20:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T20:23:16.709+08:00</updated><title type='text'>drunk</title><content type='html'>isnt it cool to get drunk everyday.. living everyday in denial, never have to worry abt anything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can guarentee i wont smoke, no prostitutes, but gamble and drinking....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just wanna take my mind off worrying abt the future, fuck the worries upside down with 2 bottles of tiger and 5 shots of vodka&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let's drown the stress&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/83060562567357505-5478953029334051906?l=13-last-things.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-83060562567357505.post-5723997290089028404</id><published>2008-04-05T22:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-05T23:08:13.561+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sardine</title><content type='html'>actually singapore is not over populated, its just that there should be some traffic etiquette lessons for children and adults of course&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a shopping mall with 2 doors, definitely one is the entrance and one is the exit ya? but why do people always chiong one door as if the other one cannot use.. nvm and the escalator, this one needs a diagram&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WjM-2LLfjKU/R_eVGZ2jzMI/AAAAAAAAABY/To6GnblHmbA/s1600-h/untitled.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WjM-2LLfjKU/R_eVGZ2jzMI/AAAAAAAAABY/To6GnblHmbA/s320/untitled.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185777433191894210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok looking at this, the red arrows shows the ideal movement of humans but this is not the case always.. people coming down from lv3 are usually too lazy to make a big turn thus colliding with the traffic from lv1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at the rate that we are going, i mean the birth rate and increase in foreign talent, we would be like sardines.. imagine the packaging factory- wah still got space ar? squeeze in one more la.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/83060562567357505-5723997290089028404?l=13-last-things.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://13-last-things.blogspot.com/feeds/5723997290089028404/comments/default' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-83060562567357505.post-6974474105185848632</id><published>2008-04-02T21:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T21:11:57.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hmmm</title><content type='html'>sometimes, i feel being a cancarian sucks.. being way TOO emotional at times, and like zr say they cant make big decisions, no to me they dont even make any decisions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so therefore&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/83060562567357505-6974474105185848632?l=13-last-things.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://13-last-things.blogspot.com/feeds/6974474105185848632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=83060562567357505&amp;postID=6974474105185848632' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/83060562567357505/posts/default/6974474105185848632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/83060562567357505/posts/default/6974474105185848632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://13-last-things.blogspot.com/2008/04/hmmm.html' title='hmmm'/><author><name>transparent</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-83060562567357505.post-8828194478787709689</id><published>2008-03-31T12:29:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T12:52:41.639+08:00</updated><title type='text'>^^</title><content type='html'>ytd was the second time, and that surely sum this up as the best month of my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if next time i would relive, it would be this month, march 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nice song by alicia keys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/L-WZG-y2e9k&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/L-WZG-y2e9k&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="177" width="212"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a very sad video so do everything like u'd nv have a chance to do it again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a few months before ns so let's enjoy it&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/83060562567357505-8828194478787709689?l=13-last-things.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://13-last-things.blogspot.com/feeds/8828194478787709689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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type='html'>went to hunt for a job and we got one which wasnt very appealing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;did something even crazier ytd but it was something i wanted to do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is there something that u want so much, which makes u give everything u got&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;communication&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talking with one another is important in keeping a good relationship, with both parties willing to solve a problem, the conversation will be productive, but if one is unreasonable, the other will give in until he/she becomes irritated, which leads to argument&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what if......&lt;br /&gt;- a day was 48 hrs instead of 24 [slp, 16 hrs gone, if work, ~15hrs gone which leaves u with another 17 hrs.. too much ar.. hmm 30 hrs should be enough]&lt;br /&gt;- tml i strike 4D [it would be great but what is the possibility? wake up]&lt;br /&gt;- i take up the job [means less time for the the postition i applied for ytd]&lt;br /&gt;- all the what if(s) happen :|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aiyo like digging a grave for myself, but i'm finding the grave so comfortable&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/83060562567357505-7555080394471802011?l=13-last-things.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://13-last-things.blogspot.com/feeds/7555080394471802011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=83060562567357505&amp;postID=7555080394471802011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/83060562567357505/posts/default/7555080394471802011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/83060562567357505/posts/default/7555080394471802011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-83060562567357505.post-8754646815240006745</id><published>2008-03-20T22:11:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-24T00:48:21.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'>t-i-o-m-a-n</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;sunday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went on a hiking trip, but didnt turned out that well because of the ants that were in the cupcake.. if there was something i can fuck, it would be the ants.. zzz but it was enjoyable with lots of pics taken but too bad i wont post them here bleh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then went over to fiona's place with alec and huiling and stayed o/n.. her place damn convenient sia got alot of 24hrs shop like shop n save, mac, kopitiam.. next time she wan sell her house can tell me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;monday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;took a cab from fio's place down and met up with the others.. the trip there was painful but enjoying the sea breeze on the deck was so damn cool.. we didnt do much that day.. all we did was put down our luggage and explore the place..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;tuesday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;did everything we could do that day.. woke up super late as they went for breakfast and we went snorkling.. the view is simply magnificent coz the water is super clear.. the ramly burger at the second station was superb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we went to look for the rock falls the water looks clean, but we nv drink it lol.. then the dinner.. i must say the best meal of the 3 days.. squid, prawn, wings, fried rice, noodles and hotdog.. with extra toppings of mosquitoes and flies.. ate ate and ate and head back and we had a few drinks before playing pools and dan, fio, and hl stayed behind to chat with another groups of people..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;wednesday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the last day.. woke up for a buffet style breakfast.. all u can eat but it doesnt look tasty.. but its better than it seems.. went shopping for stuff before taking the cruise back.. on the way back all of them were tired, and they slept for almost the whole journey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;few unforgettable things:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hl: 我很想骑bike &lt;--- lol&lt;br /&gt;wil's name was washed and he's now known as vilson&lt;br /&gt;ed's hot bod on the beach, wahahah u really went to thailand ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alot of others but i cant think of now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the night was cold, silent which makes ur mind wander even more as u are not in sg.. but its better than sg coz its much more relaxing there and also if they sell some sg food there, i can stay there forever wahaha.. but the ramly burger is really nice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was a really fun trip with u guys.. a million of thanks to alec, daniel, edwin, fiona, huiling and vilson (LOL!) for preparing the trip and making it an unforgettable one =)))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;huat ar!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/83060562567357505-8754646815240006745?l=13-last-things.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://13-last-things.blogspot.com/feeds/8754646815240006745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=83060562567357505&amp;postID=8754646815240006745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/83060562567357505/posts/default/8754646815240006745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/83060562567357505/posts/default/8754646815240006745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://13-last-things.blogspot.com/2008/03/t-i-o-m-n.html' title='t-i-o-m-a-n'/><author><name>transparent</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-83060562567357505.post-993287057332214914</id><published>2008-03-15T23:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T15:16:08.259+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what an exciting day</title><content type='html'>before i start off, a &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;belated birthday to hz&lt;/span&gt;, which falls ytd.. all the best man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway today was a blast, my heart almost jumped out, and i'll get to this later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.... went out with man, qf and qz to marina looking to rot our time away, but in the end it was quite a success as we managed to rot until urm around now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shit forgotten what i wanna blog abt, nvm will blog it when i recall it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nvm then i saw one of my fren in the train, and just nice we went to esplanade to get the 'feel' 4 years ago (think it's just nice) and know what, we saw her on the train and it was pretty awkward.. [i didnt went there for the purpose of getting the feel though]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just let ur imaginations run wild, for this post&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 years back, u made me lost my mind, it was great.. now, i've changed alot, but i dunno abt u, if my mind wasnt that wired up then, i guess we would be together? possibility, all chances, no action, no chance.. i'm not sad of the outcome, but it's the guilt that haunt me over these few years.. glad u still talk to me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/83060562567357505-993287057332214914?l=13-last-things.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://13-last-things.blogspot.com/feeds/993287057332214914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=83060562567357505&amp;postID=993287057332214914' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/83060562567357505/posts/default/993287057332214914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/83060562567357505/posts/default/993287057332214914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://13-last-things.blogspot.com/2008/03/what-exciting-day.html' title='what an exciting day'/><author><name>transparent</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-83060562567357505.post-8064471452494830431</id><published>2008-03-13T23:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-13T23:53:49.424+08:00</updated><title type='text'>me too</title><content type='html'>just now looking at the personal messages on msn, then i saw some of them and i thought of a 2 words reply that can make the sentence sound so funny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let's take an example:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;How come i nv seems to be able to complete any of my goals??&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;me too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok this is normal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;love the rain. (:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;me too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok but as i go down, i saw one which was&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i love you&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;me too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg wtf, i'm not gay -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the last one that make me fall of my chair was&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;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm someone's wife&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;me too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is lame&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/83060562567357505-8064471452494830431?l=13-last-things.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-83060562567357505.post-3815777917729109754</id><published>2008-03-12T21:45:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-13T23:54:40.087+08:00</updated><title type='text'>terrible</title><content type='html'>what a day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eccentric, mad, crazy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hope i can last till fri, why got so many things to do when i'm not free, but nothing when i'm rotting z&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who wanna accompany me to viridian forest, go catch pika. i really need some battery now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fuck the streptococcus&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/83060562567357505-3815777917729109754?l=13-last-things.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-83060562567357505.post-337930802944457137</id><published>2008-03-12T00:00:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T00:49:32.841+08:00</updated><title type='text'>really</title><content type='html'>today went out with many people to celebrate 3 bdays at chomp chomp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quite lazy to type the name coz my head is spinning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ate alot but like not enough, ordered spring chicken but still not enough, in the end went to try the beancurd and 汤圆 and it was real good.. very chewy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then went to liquid kitchen and had a pot of chamomile while looking at people enjoying sex on the beach, in the sea with some sea breeze and some other drinks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 cups of warm tea, cant even fill the emptiness of the heart, cool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that feeling again, really tired, wanna slp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;monday march 10 was a great day, even though i dont know what i did&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;movie, hub, rain, brolly, cold, sweater, bus and home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;almost there?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/83060562567357505-337930802944457137?l=13-last-things.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://13-last-things.blogspot.com/feeds/337930802944457137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=83060562567357505&amp;postID=337930802944457137' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/83060562567357505/posts/default/337930802944457137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/83060562567357505/posts/default/337930802944457137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://13-last-things.blogspot.com/2008/03/really.html' title='really'/><author><name>transparent</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-83060562567357505.post-5593017396523439663</id><published>2008-03-08T21:30:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-09T12:06:23.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'>just whack la</title><content type='html'>[&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;edited&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol forgot... &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;happy bday lydia!&lt;/span&gt; =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm reading back to my older posts, i skip alot on talking abt my life, one huge part of it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes do u feel u have something u wanna say but the consequence is too much to measure?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'who needs sleep when we've got love' lyrics from the song sleep through the static. at first i thought it was nice, but after thinking awhile, who in the world dont sleep lol but in the end, i still feel abit lesser sleep wont hurt ya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;orange, market, rain, umbrella, market, old and 2 ---&gt; happy ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not forgetting.. hp, couple, follow, video ---&gt; &gt;.&lt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i would like an encore :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the amount of serotonin is killing me, but in a good way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-83060562567357505.post-3530231457892838319</id><published>2008-03-06T14:34:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-06T14:50:53.664+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sweet</title><content type='html'>woah, nv felt more alive than today.. and ytd of course lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway a &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;belated bday to alec&lt;/span&gt;.. all the best for everything man =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally had a good slp since the end of poly.. almost 3 years have gone.. from unfamiliar faces to friends to faces see liao also sian &lt;--- lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jking jking, 3 years just pass by so quickly, half will be going ns, and the other half, continue to study, work, find a partner and settle down (???)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its been a pleasent journey having met everyone of you, those days in lecture hall, tut room, sports hall, lunch at everywhere, lab......... everything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just one word. thanks&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/83060562567357505-3530231457892838319?l=13-last-things.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://13-last-things.blogspot.com/feeds/3530231457892838319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=83060562567357505&amp;postID=3530231457892838319' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/83060562567357505/posts/default/3530231457892838319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/83060562567357505/posts/default/3530231457892838319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://13-last-things.blogspot.com/2008/03/sweet.html' title='sweet'/><author><name>transparent</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-83060562567357505.post-1703109355147590171</id><published>2008-03-02T03:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-02T03:32:12.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'>english</title><content type='html'>was using my old com just now and stumbled across a few songs that i used to listen during sec 4.. the feeling when i listened to those songs in the past is different compared to now.. but nonetheless they are still emo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then when i was on the way to yew tee pasar malam, i thought to myself, if i have one wish, what would it be? to be together with someone i like? money? 3 more wishes? no no.. i only wanna re-live one day.. just that one day.. there are alot of good days in the past but that day is just outstanding&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just want to get that feel back.. ha probably i'm getting old now -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i'll save chinese for something else.. english post for now.. but like no fun leh aaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/bLjr_tb1H1/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/bLjr_tb1H1/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first song.. by energy.. quite power&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/gtvDeUGGyO/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/gtvDeUGGyO/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;second one.. guess my peeps know this.. damn popular during those days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still got one more is plane already leave the airport.. lol wo de cuo by dunno what band&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;just once pls? even just in my dreams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/83060562567357505-1703109355147590171?l=13-last-things.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://13-last-things.blogspot.com/feeds/1703109355147590171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=83060562567357505&amp;postID=1703109355147590171' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/83060562567357505/posts/default/1703109355147590171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/83060562567357505/posts/default/1703109355147590171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://13-last-things.blogspot.com/2008/03/english.html' title='english'/><author><name>transparent</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-83060562567357505.post-903073915289384284</id><published>2008-02-27T19:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-27T19:51:49.595+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ahh</title><content type='html'>was late for school today and had to treat eliz to breakfast.. -.- but in the end, had nothing much to do and went back early. this 2 days like no gas like that.. like going to knock out liao&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but, went back to sgs for interview and it was great to see everyone again.. actually wanted to suprise nadia and ash but in the end, i wanted to eat lunch so i alighted one stop earlier.. coincidentally, they just finished lunch and i saw them and headed straight back to the lab.. the lab was still the same, except this period of time is damn slack.. ahaha i can even go in chat with them.. then an informal interview with arun and chia yee and gotta say, it doesnt feel like an interview.. it was scheduled at 3 but it finished before 3.. nv got the job, but it was a worthwhile trip&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nadia leaving next wed for a job at rp.. lab tech.. good for her coz the pay is much better over there.. all the best for her =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then heard jurgen mia since cny.. tio meningitis or something.. damn sway man but hope he get well soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they all look the same. hui dao --&gt; dyed her hair, yang ying --&gt; hair longer, ash + nad + arun + glen --&gt; nothing's changed, chia yee --&gt; pregnant -.- and that's almost all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/JHbQ-dKCkUc&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/JHbQ-dKCkUc&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="177" width="212"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a song i played since i came home until now.. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;come with me to the sea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/83060562567357505-903073915289384284?l=13-last-things.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://13-last-things.blogspot.com/feeds/903073915289384284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=83060562567357505&amp;postID=903073915289384284' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/83060562567357505/posts/default/903073915289384284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/83060562567357505/posts/default/903073915289384284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://13-last-things.blogspot.com/2008/02/ahh.html' title='ahh'/><author><name>transparent</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-83060562567357505.post-1222668355023018750</id><published>2008-02-26T02:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T02:35:50.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'>喜欢一个人</title><content type='html'>ytd had a great day.. ate alot and had a really good time with my frens&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nvm abt that.. coz i think i'm gonna change the style i write. no more life story, i mean talking abt what happen exactly.. eh not no more, but maybe not so often anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reading the title, guess its obvious what i'm saying right?&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;but....&lt;br /&gt;there are 2 things that u can infer from the title.. first is, i like being alone, which i guess most people wont relate it to and the other is, i like someone..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what i'm trying to say is that there are 2 sides of a story, biasness and impression may lead someone to think illogically&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and so, i like being alone... sometimes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/83060562567357505-1222668355023018750?l=13-last-things.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://13-last-things.blogspot.com/feeds/1222668355023018750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=83060562567357505&amp;postID=1222668355023018750' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/83060562567357505/posts/default/1222668355023018750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/83060562567357505/posts/default/1222668355023018750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://13-last-things.blogspot.com/2008/02/blog-post_26.html' title='喜欢一个人'/><author><name>transparent</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-83060562567357505.post-7998043568607231385</id><published>2008-02-25T01:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T02:03:31.032+08:00</updated><title type='text'>woooot gate</title><content type='html'>wah didnt want to blog initially, coz i dont know what i can blog.. carling cup final was a blast.. spurs really spurred me up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wooot gate definitely deserved the man of match award.. he was the heart of tott's defence, even though got some mistakes, king will come out and save the day.. i'll name them as the glass wall of tottenham.. too fragile.. anyway didnt know tott's defence was so good -.- i expect something even worse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;didnt expect them to win at first but this may be the start of something good.. win the rest of the campaign then can push for a place for europe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway the last minute shot by dunno who really gave me a scare.. if go in dunno will be allowed anot but lucky nv went in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm sooooooo gonna buy a woodgate jersey, dammit&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/83060562567357505-7998043568607231385?l=13-last-things.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://13-last-things.blogspot.com/feeds/7998043568607231385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='html'>dishonesty,&lt;br /&gt;Anyone using any electronic device other than those authorized and approved by the course instructor during an examination or test will be considered to have committed an act of academic dishonesty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sounds familiar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheating is an act of dishonesty, as well as lying.. but why people do not get caught for lying?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quoted from google"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Definitions of &lt;b&gt;dishonesty&lt;/b&gt; on the Web:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;li&gt;the quality of being dishonest  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;lack of honesty; acts of lying or cheating or stealing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.google.com.sg/url?sa=X&amp;amp;start=0&amp;amp;oi=define&amp;amp;q=http://wordnet.princeton.edu/perl/webwn%3Fs%3Ddishonesty&amp;amp;usg=AFQjCNGE5CtWq-BE6CIi-KcwmHLf1eM5KA"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 128, 0);"&gt;wordnet.princeton.edu/perl/webwn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dishonesty is a term which in common usage may be defined as the act of being dishonest; to act without honesty; a lack of probity, to cheat, lying or being deliberately deceptive; lacking in integrity; to be knavish, perfidious, corrupt or treacherous; charlatanism or quackery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.google.com.sg/url?sa=X&amp;amp;start=2&amp;amp;oi=define&amp;amp;q=http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dishonesty&amp;amp;usg=AFQjCNEtNa32vb2IWukBKFR4U0D6ssSE1A"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 128, 0);"&gt;en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dishonesty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reminds me of a song by black eyed peas....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/83060562567357505-3667864320775673227?l=13-last-things.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-83060562567357505.post-1302267558284214793</id><published>2008-02-19T21:24:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-19T21:32:36.155+08:00</updated><title type='text'>走跟你的心</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;在不同的地方，吹着同一正风。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;在同样的地方，看着同一片云，但呈现在脑里的画面却又不同。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;那淡淡的香味，却又是那么迷人。。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;但是我好累，是很想睡觉的累&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/lbhxIBhZNp/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/lbhxIBhZNp/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/83060562567357505-1302267558284214793?l=13-last-things.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://13-last-things.blogspot.com/feeds/1302267558284214793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=83060562567357505&amp;postID=1302267558284214793' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/83060562567357505/posts/default/1302267558284214793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/83060562567357505/posts/default/1302267558284214793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://13-last-things.blogspot.com/2008/02/blog-post_19.html' title='走跟你的心'/><author><name>transparent</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-83060562567357505.post-8383941714016660801</id><published>2008-02-17T17:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-17T18:07:13.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'>once</title><content type='html'>been thinking alot these days, probably coming to the end of my poly life.. dunno what to do.. but still the same thing i'm gonna say, i still got 2 years to think.. bloody hell, 2 years, 2 years.. everytime say the same stuff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, we only get to live our life once right.. every decision u make, be it right or wrong.. just go with it.. its ur decision at the first place.. regretting it after u tried is ok, at least u know u wont make the same mistake again.. but regretting that u didnt try.. that's it.. u miss out on alot of experience, even if it is bad, it's better than sulking that u didnt do it ya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but if u can learn from previous situations that u regret over something u didnt do.. at least u wont make the same mistake?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/b3c32wBYdU0&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/b3c32wBYdU0&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="177" width="212"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nice song by james blunt.. dont make the mistake again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Do something u like, if that is really what u want&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/83060562567357505-8383941714016660801?l=13-last-things.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-83060562567357505.post-4978300050744438003</id><published>2008-02-17T00:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-17T03:14:21.892+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it's just u talk too much</title><content type='html'>went for dinner with man and qz today.. LoL gang seems to be smaller and smaller, but nonetheless it was good.. went to bugis for 来来红烧牛肉面 and its really nice.. but the portion abit too big.. i must say the soup is superb but after finishing the noodles, the soup taste abit 腻 again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then walk to marina to watch movie.. caught a glimpse of the chingay parade.. got one whole group of cars and harley davidson.. wah damn nice sia but see no touch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reach like 7.45 and the show was 9.30.. so we decided to head back to lot 1 and watch.. i must say it was damn nice.. i wonder how they get just 2 out of 5 stars in the yahoo movie section.. i give it 4.. though the ending was disappointing.. hilarious, to a certain extent but a very bold production by jack neo.. alot of vulgarities and adult humour but i saw many parents bringing their family there.. and towards the end was magnificent, u see people already walking out of the theatre but then still got abit of the show left.. and the audience was like standing by the side and watching.. wah power.. mark lee's acting was suprisingly good, probably he's really gay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, the title of this post is dedicated to one auntie inside at 2 rows behind.. can u just shut ur fucking trap and keep ur comments to urself.. i know sometimes i laugh damn loud also, but at least i laugh when everyone's laughing so its not that disturbing.. =) swear again&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/83060562567357505-4978300050744438003?l=13-last-things.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://13-last-things.blogspot.com/feeds/4978300050744438003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=83060562567357505&amp;postID=4978300050744438003' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;今天不知为什么，让我回想到昨天和不久前发的事。就是在我程搭地铁的时候，一位小姐站在我面前，ok 那是没什么问题，但她的胸部向着我这里。他妈的，另一次是要去chomp chomp 德路涂上，巴士非常济，然后有一对中国母女在我旁边。有手握在我的座位旁边，她们却躺在我的座位，然后她的妈妈又用胸部攻击我。。奶奶的&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;(what i mean is that she was basically thrusting her breast and face towards me.. so damn hard to write in chinese.. saying is still alright)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;让我用一张图画来描述第一个现象：&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WjM-2LLfjKU/R7WqQtmyB8I/AAAAAAAAABQ/GmiBnBSMzXQ/s1600-h/untitled.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WjM-2LLfjKU/R7WqQtmyB8I/AAAAAAAAABQ/GmiBnBSMzXQ/s200/untitled.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167223351574398914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;那个红色的是那个女的，我是那个绿色的。。门哪里还站着一个人。。 我旁边和后面都有人。。而且我画的有一点歪。。其实那女的是准准站在我面前&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;新加坡几时变到那么开放，但我还是没那么容易接受这种变化。。这种举动让我很不自在，如果站在我面前的是我认识的就还好，女朋友就更不用讲了&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;笨，你知道怎么写吗？我猜我会写吧&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/83060562567357505-5678894533056734831?l=13-last-things.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://13-last-things.blogspot.com/feeds/5678894533056734831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=83060562567357505&amp;postID=5678894533056734831' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/83060562567357505/posts/default/5678894533056734831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/83060562567357505/posts/default/5678894533056734831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://13-last-things.blogspot.com/2008/02/blog-post_15.html' title='没什么'/><author><name>transparent</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_WjM-2LLfjKU/R7WqQtmyB8I/AAAAAAAAABQ/GmiBnBSMzXQ/s72-c/untitled.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-83060562567357505.post-8115146008323568034</id><published>2008-02-15T01:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-15T02:01:32.659+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bet</title><content type='html'>vday was spent in a different fashion which started out with presentation, work then dinner and some work again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to have dinner with qz ad willy and it was very peaceful.. loved it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then came home to do some ot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;bet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;made a bet with myself and i lost it.. maybe just an excuse so i wont do something.. a bet is a bet though.. why take a chance nv play on my mp3 and why it go flat on my way home zzz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this week seems rather long and got the feeling of weekend already.. tml hope can slack one day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that night, guess 2 days ago.. enjoy the serenity, the cold wind and the empty road&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mean&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/83060562567357505-8115146008323568034?l=13-last-things.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://13-last-things.blogspot.com/feeds/8115146008323568034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=83060562567357505&amp;postID=8115146008323568034' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/83060562567357505/posts/default/8115146008323568034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/83060562567357505/posts/default/8115146008323568034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://13-last-things.blogspot.com/2008/02/bet.html' title='bet'/><author><name>transparent</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-83060562567357505.post-3720878074559653460</id><published>2008-02-11T02:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T02:35:58.202+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>a late post..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but to my 异族 de fren..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;happy birthday zhi rong&lt;/span&gt; =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol green for green bao&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just played dota with wil, his frens and some other people and kenna trashed like hell.. havent played with human since sep and really dusty now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and if i know how to make the password to read post one ar, it'll be damn cool lor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am i heading towards the right direction? if i am then i'm just gonna chiong to the finishing line i see, scarly is not then sian diao liao.. but i'm just gonna chiong =) &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;i will be happy if u were my endpoint&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/83060562567357505-3720878074559653460?l=13-last-things.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://13-last-things.blogspot.com/feeds/3720878074559653460/comments/default' 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type='text'>哈哈哈哈</title><content type='html'>ytd went out with qf, qz, sy and xz to chong pang for dinner.. but not a lot of shops open and we settled for zi cha at a coffeshop near there.. not bad but not the best and we headed back to yishun to meet man and proceeded to qz's house&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watch poltergay and i must say its a nice show.. other than funny, i dont think there's other comment on this show..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rot today at home trying to do the draft ppt for dr mao tml.. but very laid back.. sian no mood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2PWfB4lurT4&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2PWfB4lurT4&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="212" width="177"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nice song.. and she is quite pretty also&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;但是我昨晚睡前还蛮开心的.. 哈哈哈哈哈&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/83060562567357505-3541711943923237679?l=13-last-things.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://13-last-things.blogspot.com/feeds/3541711943923237679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=83060562567357505&amp;postID=3541711943923237679' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/83060562567357505/posts/default/3541711943923237679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/83060562567357505/posts/default/3541711943923237679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://13-last-things.blogspot.com/2008/02/blog-post.html' title='哈哈哈哈'/><author><name>transparent</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-83060562567357505.post-2563051002532011315</id><published>2008-02-08T22:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-08T23:01:34.741+08:00</updated><title type='text'>muahahaha</title><content type='html'>ahaha actually the lady in the last photo ytd was my sis, just trying to play coz i was in a good mood ytd.. plus she said she's gonna post in her friendster&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today woke up late again and my right eyebag area just can stop twitching.. not until i went for soccer which was ard 6.30..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was supposed to go limbang park to try the new street soccer court but halfway there, zr called me and change the venue to my house downstairs.. i was already reaching and i was basically chionging there coz i thought i was late.. in the end went back and played there.. too little people and there was a lot of others that were playing bball.. wtf?! they no need to go bai nian one meh? lol talking abt ourselves..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then orange team came.. we played with them for quite awhile but i was feeling really tired after 2 weeks of absence from soccer.. gotta train up..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 more weeks to the end, mixed feelings.. but i'm not in the mood right now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a nice song by magic numbers.. and i'm gonna (title)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/gdjqiJIVhlU&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/gdjqiJIVhlU&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="177" height="212"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn sian.. imeem now got copyright.. most songs can only play 30 secs.. zzzz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/83060562567357505-2563051002532011315?l=13-last-things.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://13-last-things.blogspot.com/feeds/2563051002532011315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=83060562567357505&amp;postID=2563051002532011315' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/83060562567357505/posts/default/2563051002532011315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/83060562567357505/posts/default/2563051002532011315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://13-last-things.blogspot.com/2008/02/muahahaha.html' title='muahahaha'/><author><name>transparent</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-83060562567357505.post-6987094843814090951</id><published>2008-02-07T23:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-07T23:34:21.322+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cny 2008 wooo</title><content type='html'>wahaha today had a great day..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woke up super late and when i taking a shower, my youngest uncle came and i was still in the toilet trying to remember the names of my 2 cousins.. i spent like 3mins still trying to figure it out but i still dont have any clue.. so i decided to head straight to my room, then to the kitchen to find my sis or mom and ask them their names before going to greet my uncle.. lol they damn cute la epecially the sister.. i wish my daughter (if i have one) to be as pretty as her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nvm then another of my uncle came.. his daughter is the youngest cousin i have now and she's super cute also.. abit plump and always asking people to carry her.. dammit talking abt carrying, i dunno the right way to carry them, trying to hold them up then throw and let them sit on ur arms.. just cant do it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WjM-2LLfjKU/R6sf-FD338I/AAAAAAAAAAY/dh5LvPsDSzQ/s1600-h/DSCN5683.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WjM-2LLfjKU/R6sf-FD338I/AAAAAAAAAAY/dh5LvPsDSzQ/s200/DSCN5683.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164256549081178050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's my youngest cousin, zhen ling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WjM-2LLfjKU/R6shY1D33-I/AAAAAAAAAAo/u1YyDdGakDM/s1600-h/DSCN5708.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WjM-2LLfjKU/R6shY1D33-I/AAAAAAAAAAo/u1YyDdGakDM/s200/DSCN5708.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164258108154306530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is my daughter lol.. cant remember her name in the morning but she's hui ying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WjM-2LLfjKU/R6shYVD339I/AAAAAAAAAAg/3iiI8KeKTzI/s1600-h/DSCN5691.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WjM-2LLfjKU/R6shYVD339I/AAAAAAAAAAg/3iiI8KeKTzI/s200/DSCN5691.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164258099564371922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this is my daughter's brother, junyong which makes him my son -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol then junyong and zhen ling was fighing over a piece of cd and they used alien language to communicate (or maybe i'm too old).. ahhh dammit, all these kids makes me really wanna have sex lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to my grandma's house after that and we reached like 4 and it was record breaking.. even worst than last year.. but the mood there certainly changed for the better coz at whompoa, the place is like damn far and not as bright this time.. and the best thing was my grandma is really happy today.. she didnt blow her top and the next best thing was my mom didnt cry this year.. can u believe it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then as my grandma's birthcert was burnt when the jap attacked spore that time, her birthdate was set on first of jan but we celebrated it today.. it was the first time we did it and i can see my grandma was really happy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WjM-2LLfjKU/R6shZlD34AI/AAAAAAAAAA4/hvWG7IDoTLo/s1600-h/DSCN5726.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WjM-2LLfjKU/R6shZlD34AI/AAAAAAAAAA4/hvWG7IDoTLo/s200/DSCN5726.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164258121039208450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a family photo and it is rare that we took this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the picture of the day..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WjM-2LLfjKU/R6shaFD34BI/AAAAAAAAABA/1Zp751-zJgk/s1600-h/DSCN5737.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WjM-2LLfjKU/R6shaFD34BI/AAAAAAAAABA/1Zp751-zJgk/s200/DSCN5737.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164258129629143058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my grandpa and grandma =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and last but not least, took a pic with my gf =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WjM-2LLfjKU/R6shoVD34CI/AAAAAAAAABI/lCSElxLgqCk/s1600-h/DSCN5712.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WjM-2LLfjKU/R6shoVD34CI/AAAAAAAAABI/lCSElxLgqCk/s200/DSCN5712.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164258374442278946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/83060562567357505-6987094843814090951?l=13-last-things.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://13-last-things.blogspot.com/feeds/6987094843814090951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=83060562567357505&amp;postID=6987094843814090951' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/83060562567357505/posts/default/6987094843814090951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/83060562567357505/posts/default/6987094843814090951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://13-last-things.blogspot.com/2008/02/cny-2008-wooo.html' title='cny 2008 wooo'/><author><name>transparent</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_WjM-2LLfjKU/R6sf-FD338I/AAAAAAAAAAY/dh5LvPsDSzQ/s72-c/DSCN5683.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-83060562567357505.post-4502658601514164567</id><published>2008-02-06T17:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-06T17:06:58.907+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wah today eliz told me something that makes me reflect.. which is 'since the effect of &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;etbr&lt;/span&gt; is not proven, that's why we should be more cautious abt it'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ya now i know what's wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but in a good mood today coz i finally won a bet with you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/83060562567357505-4502658601514164567?l=13-last-things.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://13-last-things.blogspot.com/feeds/4502658601514164567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=83060562567357505&amp;postID=4502658601514164567' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/83060562567357505/posts/default/4502658601514164567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/83060562567357505/posts/default/4502658601514164567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://13-last-things.blogspot.com/2008/02/wah-today-eliz-told-me-something-that.html' title=''/><author><name>transparent</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-83060562567357505.post-4029504441270220774</id><published>2008-02-05T23:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-05T23:36:58.358+08:00</updated><title type='text'>f*cking hell</title><content type='html'>today had a bad day.. a really bad one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u need 10ml of solution and 18ml of another.. then u use pipette buoy.. then is take tissue culture one.. and use inside the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;etbr&lt;/span&gt; hood.. then take out the pipette buoy.. then people complain then kenna kb.. ok that is it.. i accept the fact that i didnt ask permission for taking the buoy but why people go woohaa over &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;etbr&lt;/span&gt;.. i know its mutagenic but pls read up.. it can be absorbed through skin but very difficult.. and the concentration they test it on mice is way over of that we are exposed to.. maybe eating 1000 gels (or more) with &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;etbr&lt;/span&gt; may achieve that kind of concentration and what's more is that the exact carcinngenic effects of &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;etbr&lt;/span&gt; is NOT proven&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, after thinking abt it.. who in the right mind will use the buoy to suck up the solution and further more in the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;etbr&lt;/span&gt; hood? .. its much more convenient but seriously i now understand why someone will be pissed if he heard a student using his buoy inside an &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;etbr&lt;/span&gt; hood which was meant for cell culturing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway a lesson learnt and that is, always ask for permission for using stuffs without taking concern of ur proj.. like in case of emergency, pls ask before using the fire extinguisher coz that's the standard procedure.. the latter is just joking so pls use it as if its free in case of fire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;etbr etbr etbr etbr etbr etbr etbr etbr etbr etbr etbr etbr etbr etbr etbr etbr etbr etbr etbr etbr etbr etbr etbr etbr etbr etbr etbr etbr etbr etbr etbr etbr etbr etbr etbr etbr etbr etbr etbr etbr etbr etbr etbr etbr etbr etbr etbr etbr etbr etbr etbr etbr etbr etbr etbr etbr etbr etbr etbr etbr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why make it orange coz &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;etbr&lt;/span&gt; is orange&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still, there were some part of the day which was good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my sup gave me very a very encouraging speech after that coz she is not so stereotype (&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;etbr&lt;/span&gt;) and that definitely make my day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then after that went to orchard to shop for clothes with jc, kj man, qf and qz but in the end didnt get any coz 1) didnt catch my eyes, 2) too pricey and 3) dont have my size.. sian but nvm la coz i only will be going to my grandma house on the first day of new year.. wait after that then shop.. empty handed but at least i get to let out my steam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guilt, anger, sad - mixed emotions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still got something to write..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cancerian is just like a hermit crab.. in times of trouble, they'll hide back to their shell (remain silent) and its quite diff for them to open up (shy) coz they are in their shell half of the time.. fragile in nature, that's why they need their protective shell&lt;br /&gt;PS: they will get better when they 面壁思过 by themselves for awhile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but one day they are bound to crawl out of their shell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;super long post.. and thx for the patience  to read till here&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/83060562567357505-4029504441270220774?l=13-last-things.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://13-last-things.blogspot.com/feeds/4029504441270220774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=83060562567357505&amp;postID=4029504441270220774' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/83060562567357505/posts/default/4029504441270220774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/83060562567357505/posts/default/4029504441270220774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://13-last-things.blogspot.com/2008/02/fcking-hell.html' title='f*cking hell'/><author><name>transparent</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-83060562567357505.post-3718604321868647453</id><published>2008-02-01T22:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-01T22:55:50.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wah.. today's blood drawing was really bad. now my hand there got one blue-black, caused by the inexperienced mo.. today use the syringe instead of letting the blood flow on its own.. then halfway through drawing, i can already see the hollow portion of the needle, and blood was flowing out at the sides of the piercing, then that guy adjusted the needle back into my vein and continue drawing.. just one word.. pain, but luckily i only need one try to get it out..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just now watch the new got lky talking.. then suddenly brighten up my day.. he say what when the population hits 6.5 mil, it would be unthinkable.. so i think next time getting a pr in s'pore is not so easy liao.. and the best thing is, the number of trips for mrt at peak hours will be increased by 83 times from tml onwards.. that means there will be lesser people on the train.. but with the rise in erp charges.. i think there will be more people taking public transport.. haiz just like a see-saw.. when one goes down, the other goes up, but at the same time trying to reach a balance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and why did defoe go portsmouth.. i was devastated when i saw the news today.. wtf x 3.. i hate harry redneck lol.. he should have gone to villa though i like luke moore also.. but if he go villa i will follow him go support villa liao.. but that is not possible for portsmouth.. NEVER!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/83060562567357505-3718604321868647453?l=13-last-things.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://13-last-things.blogspot.com/feeds/3718604321868647453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=83060562567357505&amp;postID=3718604321868647453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/83060562567357505/posts/default/3718604321868647453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/83060562567357505/posts/default/3718604321868647453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://13-last-things.blogspot.com/2008/02/wah.html' title=''/><author><name>transparent</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-83060562567357505.post-4405966563054073631</id><published>2008-01-31T22:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-31T22:09:38.964+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="300" height="80"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/sDdpbMwK67/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/sDdpbMwK67/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="80" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;需要一点勇气，来对你说对不起&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;生日快乐&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/83060562567357505-4405966563054073631?l=13-last-things.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://13-last-things.blogspot.com/feeds/4405966563054073631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=83060562567357505&amp;postID=4405966563054073631' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/83060562567357505/posts/default/4405966563054073631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/83060562567357505/posts/default/4405966563054073631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://13-last-things.blogspot.com/2008/01/blog-post_31.html' title=''/><author><name>transparent</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-83060562567357505.post-1211609312205016611</id><published>2008-01-29T20:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-29T22:13:46.885+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>click &lt;a href="http://zodiac-signs-astrology.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; for horoscope reading.. quite accurate for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/Xo0Ls0xgIE/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/Xo0Ls0xgIE/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a nice song by razorlight.. ya who needs love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol think i've not been my usual self for the past 2 days, but i'm enjoying the way right now.. nvm abt that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wah just now the show on channel u makes me wanna eat the lor mee from north canteen.. thurs go eat liao.. like damn nice.. and today ate the jap food from koufu but i called the prawn tamago instead of the chicken one.. damn, next time go eat the other one.. ytd went to s11 to eat the western and i gotta say, the tata sauce is damn nice la and the fish and chips is wooohoooo.. great comination but like abit 腻&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this weekend already thought of going somewhere, and think its gonna be eating again&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/83060562567357505-1211609312205016611?l=13-last-things.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://13-last-things.blogspot.com/feeds/1211609312205016611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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that, sad also like that.. life - anyhow la, think too much also no use, nv think also cannot. rest is needed by everyone but abit lesser wont hurt? cny coming already but still the same every year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;few more years to the big day, few more months to a sudden change in lifestyle, few more weeks to the end of poly, a few more days to feb, few more hours before i wake up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dunno what i am writing like write for fun nia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/VTw5_mZjHs/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/VTw5_mZjHs/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nice song by damien rice but abit soft&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what special ability would u like to have? &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;i wish i could __a_ _i__s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/83060562567357505-293898308685239756?l=13-last-things.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://13-last-things.blogspot.com/feeds/293898308685239756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=83060562567357505&amp;postID=293898308685239756' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/83060562567357505/posts/default/293898308685239756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/83060562567357505/posts/default/293898308685239756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://13-last-things.blogspot.com/2008/01/happy-also-like-that-sad-also-like-that.html' title=''/><author><name>transparent</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-83060562567357505.post-668018031457088909</id><published>2008-01-25T23:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-26T02:12:47.277+08:00</updated><title type='text'>clown</title><content type='html'>wah today had a great day.. went out with alec, danielle, ed, geraldine, heather and wil to ps for movie.. da bao bk and smuggled it into the cinema and omg.. 3 set meals makes a bag look big.. ahaha watched the mist and i gotta say the movie is not bad.. though the story sucks like how the mist comes from and the ending is disappointing.. but the emotions and the situational build up was good.. and if the director makes a romance movie, its gonna be a hit.. 3 out of 5 stars in my opinion.. anyway the preachy woman really drives me mad, a shot in her head is what makes this film.. but come to think about it, just one shot is too easy for her, maybe slash her up a few times and spray ethanol on her and finally add some salt, that's good enough =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then went to yew tee to find my peeps at the coffee shop.. then got the condom joke.. wahahaha if it is really like this, there would be an increase in the world population&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway regarding the 7 weeks one.. 7 weeks to make me realise something while it took me a moment to know that i am wrong.. great.. ahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm gonna be like allen walker&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/83060562567357505-668018031457088909?l=13-last-things.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-83060562567357505.post-3946832632276471101</id><published>2008-01-24T23:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-24T23:51:03.454+08:00</updated><title type='text'>3 mins and u are up</title><content type='html'>wah sian.. proj not going too well plus the growth of the cells just not within our control.. if i can stay in school for the whole day it would help abit but the cells wont just grow to 100% confluency overnight zzzz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/nTCwnRBx1Bw&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/nTCwnRBx1Bw&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="177" width="212"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 weeks gone.. anyway wanted to use imeem one but only can play 30 secs.. it took me 7 week to ____ __, ____ __ ____, lol fill in the blanks (not related to this song) but this is a nice song anyway, the length is only 3 mins plus and after that is just nothing..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/83060562567357505-3946832632276471101?l=13-last-things.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://13-last-things.blogspot.com/feeds/3946832632276471101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=83060562567357505&amp;postID=3946832632276471101' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/83060562567357505/posts/default/3946832632276471101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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