<?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-8372671</id><updated>2011-04-21T20:09:38.615-07:00</updated><title type='text'>-iRocker- what can i do for you?</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irockerz.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372671/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irockerz.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>i did something</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12796854453404142590</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>68</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8372671.post-112804994133264233</id><published>2005-09-29T20:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-29T20:12:21.336-07:00</updated><title type='text'>howard is HH!</title><content type='html'>H**tai Howard!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8372671-112804994133264233?l=irockerz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irockerz.blogspot.com/feeds/112804994133264233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8372671&amp;postID=112804994133264233' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372671/posts/default/112804994133264233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372671/posts/default/112804994133264233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irockerz.blogspot.com/2005/09/howard-is-hh.html' title='howard is HH!'/><author><name>i did something</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12796854453404142590</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8372671.post-111828315357393379</id><published>2005-06-08T19:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-08T19:12:33.590-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Trip To Jakarta</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Day One:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well it started off pretty well. I was living in an executive suite, kindly paid for by my dad’s friend =) haha… so I lazed around while imagining my friends doing CIP ^^ then I went down to enjoy a heavy breakfast, while watching the MTV channel and just lazing around. Soon, I grew bored and went back to my room to watch soccer. At noon, my dad’s friend came to bring us for lunch, and safari. One thing I learn : long roads suck. Lols… it was still okay the first time as I slept most of the way, waking up to enjoy a buffet meal at a restorant before we headed for the Safari! All I can say about it is : IT ROCKS &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol it was really good cuz I saw many cute animals like mousedeer, hippos, deer, goats, buffalos, and much more. There were cool electronic fences and stuffage and the animal;s came right up to our car! Haha my brother kept winding down the window to attract them using the aircon. I got some really cool pics… and then we ventured into cat territory. BIG cats. First up, we saw tons of tigers just roaming around, and lions too. One things for sure : my brother was NOT intent on touching them =) suddenly, one tiger started whacking the back of our car! We fired off the engine and headed off in a hurry, with it chasing for a short while. -.-“scary… then net up was the bear territory. We went in and saw baby bears. We ventured further and saw mommy bears. Then a big bear came up and laid its paws on our front screen! The driver was shivering like mad, but thankfully the bear backed off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we reached the end, we found that the tiger had PUNCHED A BIG HOLE in the back of the FIBREGLASS CAR! lols. Will try to produce pics. And the bear had left muddy paw prints… so after this we headed off for dinner. On the way saw little kids around 4 or 5 selling newspapers and food for a living! To imagine we can like slack around and get an allowance while these people live from hand to mouth. I felt like buying all his papers, but I couldn’t read malay. So I just bought a few toys and stuff. You could see the way the little guys face lit up. It was that of innocence, and pure joy. I’ll never forget it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, as previously mentioned, long roads suck. The journey to our restaurant involved a giant highway, and along it nature began calling. I tried sleeping, but bumps and humps didn’t help much. I was desperate! And my brother wasn’t helping by slurping water noisily. I was thirsty, so I needed to intake at one end and output at the other. SUXXORZ! Blessedly, I managed to get to the restaurant before exploding. Good for me, better for the car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a yummy beef dinner, I went back to the hotel with my parents. We slacked and watched tv, and I took it into my head to take a bath. Nothing wrong right? So I entered, locked the door and began. Normal right? I toweled myself dry and wore fresh clothes. Still ok right? I turned the lock, and TRIED to open the door. NOT  OKAY! The lousy thingie was stuck! So I called the hotel counter and they took a crazy 50 minutes to come! … all I can say is it was really boring. I mean u can only count water droplets so many times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah wells, at least I managed to catch some cool army show and a soccer match. As I type this, I am missing out on a cool bank robbery on tv. Well, gotta blast! More stuff tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. : im typing this on a laptop to be transferred. Whoot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day Two: I am now sitting in my hotel room with two king beds, after having watched star wars on some Indonesian vcd. haha so there Chermaine! No more gloating. Anyway, it wasn’t as good as I expected. Yeah. Rather draggy at parts, but I liked the fighting. Especially the last part. Comment : Anakin looks like crap! I pity the poor soul who acted the after-going-thru-lava-anakin. That guy looks like a piece of crap. Grievious was a fat loser. And dooku died too fast. If u pple noticed, Anakin had red eyes at the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some screwed up subtitles :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)      Dark Side – Dark Eunuch. This is just dumb I dun get why.&lt;br /&gt;2)      Myself – xself. I also dunno why but its sorta funny.&lt;br /&gt;3)      Good – big. This is just weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha there are many more grammar errors like sentences saying “ the chancelotx to rescue the doors we must run now force hurry.” When it really is “ we must rescue the chancellor! Through the doors now!” haha… I dunno how these Indonesians screw up such easy stuff. Ah wells. Over all, I give it a 7/10. rather okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm today morning had a big bkfast again! Whee im getting used to this cool stuff like unlimited anything. Went off to Carrefour there for shopping! Man the place rocks. Its 8 storeys! EIGHT GIANT STOREYS! Whoo was it fun. But sadly, I only explored two. Lol. So when I went into Carrefour, I was looking for a bag. I found some nice 69,000 rupiah bag. Which amounts to eleven bucks. Approximately. And I wnted it so badly! BUT MY PARENTS THOUGHT IT SUCKED. HRMPHF! So to prove tt it rocked, I decided to test waterproofness. Lol I actually poured a little water experimented on every bag there to prove mine was just as waterproof as the one she wanted. In the end, didn’t get it. I ran around being crazy and finally, found tons of bubble/chewing gum which I am now the proud owner of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to the upper levels to look around, managed to get a nice shirt which I will wear to Abigail’s party. Got her a present in advance… its nothing much. But its cute ^^ lol… who else wants presents? GO GET YOURSELF LAH IM BACK ALREADY =) lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So slacked the rest of the after noon off by watching star wars from a vcd bought there. Did I mention my brother and I walked against the up/down escalators the whole time? Lol it was fun! But tiring. And did I mention that macdonalds costs like 2 bucks for a Extra Value Meal? Crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha miss you guys! Gonna nap now. Whee…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After five hours…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fine beef imported from Japan served to you alongside prime pork from Korea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fine, tender beef from Japan grilled over a low intensity flame to bring out the very aroma within served to you alongside succulent prime pork imported from Korea, barbecued over a charcoal grill, bringing out its juiciness and savoury flavour. Yummy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol the second one is mine, cuz I thought that the Korean restaurant a stone’s throw away from my hotel deserved a better description of its best dish. And boy does it live up to expectations. We had a fun time enjoying all the yummy beef and stuffage like kimchi. I &lt;3 korea! Lols. After the meal, being young rowdy boys, we played with the grill… haha we managed to burn a bone black all over and cook an egg from the size of your fist, into a shriveled mass shorter than my pinky. We were running out of lousy unsatisfactory food, and out of fun. So I decided to ‘spice’ things up, with some gravy and sauce. The result was explosive! Haha the whole grill began to fizzle and it made spluttering noises. Cool eh? But I, joseph the explorer, was NOT satisfied. Hence, I decided to practice what I had learnt in primary school. A cup of cold water, and a little slip of the hand. Immediately, huge clouds of smoke rose into the air and the staff came over. (hehe this is real I kid you not) I got a prompt scolding few reminders, but which genius never gets into trouble while having fun? Haha…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Explored the gym. Whee four days of gym for me coming right up! Ah they have non stop hit movies here I am going off to watch byebye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. : blogging on Microsoft word is lame. I miss internet. And msn… =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day Three:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started off the day by waking up amazingly early. 7.30 is early for a HOLIDAY okay… =( ah wells. Headed to the local church for the service and enjoyed worshipping in MALAY? The audience comprised mostly of adults, but they were waving and jumping as well as any youth church. Impressive. And in business suits somemore… after setting a new high score of 2008 for Nature Park on my handphone, I headed back to the hotel in a taxi. Its amazingly cheap! Starts off as 80 cents, then increases by 4 cents every 100 metres. Cool or what man… so much cheaper than Singapore lor!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I went back, watched world class athletes do long jump and high jump and pole vault and 4 x 400. lolls the long jump rocked because they swing their legs in the air and it feels/looks like flying. I did try it, but my face connected with the carpet in a loving kiss and I decided it wasn’t worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went with my mom’s friend to tour the place. Jakarta’s version of Chinatown ROCKS! Pity I didn’t have enough time. Bought lotsa cheap tidbits. When I say cheap, I mean a dollar a kilo? Cool. They sell millions of vcds of ALL SORTS. And I mean from movies, old and recent, mp3s, oldies, audio, and even porn much much more! Yeah. How… versatile? So I looked around, and found this blue bag. I saw many more, but didn’t have TIME! All I can say is shopping in Jakarta rocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went back to the place while trashing my brother at blackjack. Sigh I feel so bored now. Wish I could play soccer or bball. But sadly… now there’s this skating show on tv. And they are at a bachelor party… whoo. I love bachelor parties ^^ . So concludes my third afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day Four:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today began with a filling breakfast once more, and soon after we headed off for shopping, then lunch, I found some cool bargains like NIKE bags half spore price, but sadly just didn’t feel like buying it. You see, it felt great to be a millionaire. 200 sing dollars is 1100000 rupiah. Yeah. One million, one hundred thousand. And when u fish out that bill and look at it, you just feel good. Trust me. Ate a lunch with my dad’s friend, then went back to the hotel to slack relax once more ( familiar is it not? )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still miss internet lots. Keep thinking about pple’s blogs, email and stuffage. And the worst part is, I have no way to publish all this that I am writing. I am writing it like you pple can read it, but actually you cant. Ah wells. Have decided to voice thoughts in my blog rather than just events. I miss lots of stuff. But most of all , I miss traveling in Singapore. Yeah. Here, there is a jam the whole time! And like I travel from Home to school. Normally, it takes 15 minutes maximum. 20 with jam. Here, it takes an hour or more! There are no road lines to denunciate which lane to go, and few traffic lights. Most of which don’t work. -.-” … so sucky much room for improvement&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So went for dinner at this cool house. They have a big plot of land, big enough to make a street soccer, basketball, tennis and badminton court, with spare space all around. Haha… have to go sleep now lah. Indonesian food is sorta saltier than Singaporean. I miss mcdonalds. I feel like reading xiaxue.blogspot.com. I feel like emailing my friends. I feel like smsing my meis. I feel… homesick. Lolls. And tired too. Good night readers… ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day Five:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets skip the routine. I headed off to the mall for some shopping, while my dad went off to meet some youth pastors. We proceeded to purchase foodstuff and clothing on very cheap bargains! I love Indonesia. 7 different branded clothing, for 80,000 rupiah. Which is about 15 bucks? Lol…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother and I proceeded to rewatch finding nemo while stealing borrowing some bubblegum from a shop. You know. Those kind with many different types that cost blahblah for 100 grams. Hehe… &gt;&lt; soon after, we decided to finish up our duel at a coffeshop. I beat him 20-6 in blackjack and 10 – 3 in tai tee, all casino style. Whee =) then we spent time chasing each other round the shopping center and looking at the cds. The only minus point is that the cds were Singapore priced, so I didn’t buy any. After my dad came, we went off to Secret Recipe,  this really nice place selling yummy stuff near my Singapore residence. Amazingly, the price were like 1/3 of Singapore! Lame stew costing $16 was now $8, and other meals around $12 were now $3! We bought a meal that in Singapore would have burned our pockets but here, cost less than $20. this was a lamb stew, a Mexican chicken grill, a mushroom chicken meal, tom yam soup, two marble cheese cakes and one chocolate banana! Just to illustrate what I mean by cheap affordable, this would have priced around 60 bucks in Singapore. Yeah…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we headed back, and ate the food, and reflected on our entire trip before my brother and I watched some soccer match and went to sleep. I seem to be watching plenty of late night shows here. Cuz the late night shows rock lah… got ESPN Star Sports and five movie channels! Can watch until eyes pop out one lor. I am now blogging the day after because I was too lazy tired to blog last night. Haha…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Highlights:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WARNING: this section contains details which I FEEL LIKE blogging about and you losers uninterested people can just STAY OUT! So there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well there were many memorable stuff along the trip. For example, my experience at the Chinatown of Jakarta. We had just arrived, and after purchasing some goodies had been wandering around. We spotted one whole row of vcds, and went over to take a look. There were Tom cruise movies, James Bond, Star Wars, AND MUCH MORE. So I flipped over one to see what was underneath, and wished I hadn’t. it was chock full of PORN! Argh indonesia’s government is perverse! We rushed out of that place and went somewhere else. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay actually that’s all I wanted to say. So im leaving for the plane soon after breakfast, gym and lunch. Okay not that soon but ah wells Singapore here I come!\&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;whee im back now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8372671-111828315357393379?l=irockerz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irockerz.blogspot.com/feeds/111828315357393379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8372671&amp;postID=111828315357393379' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372671/posts/default/111828315357393379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372671/posts/default/111828315357393379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irockerz.blogspot.com/2005/06/my-trip-to-jakarta.html' title='My Trip To Jakarta'/><author><name>i did something</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12796854453404142590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8372671.post-111771347164191016</id><published>2005-06-02T04:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-02T04:57:51.656-07:00</updated><title type='text'>leaving on a jet plane...</title><content type='html'>lol am i pro or what? yes dear readers, i am at the Changi Airport, arguably the world's BEST airport now. preparing to leave for Jakarta soon. whee im coming back on Wednesday... missing lots of CIP with a B2 ( read phangs blog ) and a sleepover at YQ's (though he didnt invite me). ah wells. in exchange, i'll be getting 200k rupiah in spending cash &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cooh eh? haha. going to some cool zoo thingie. will share when im back. i sorta miss my mp3's lots now. especially when Perfect's playing in the background... haha. my little borther is peeping over my shoulder and the big black digital clock reads 7:53 in large, bold, red numbers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;leaving on a SIA plane...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8372671-111771347164191016?l=irockerz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irockerz.blogspot.com/feeds/111771347164191016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8372671&amp;postID=111771347164191016' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372671/posts/default/111771347164191016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372671/posts/default/111771347164191016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irockerz.blogspot.com/2005/06/leaving-on-jet-plane.html' title='leaving on a jet plane...'/><author><name>i did something</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12796854453404142590</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-8372671.post-111745574813099058</id><published>2005-05-30T05:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-30T05:31:56.973-07:00</updated><title type='text'>erps -.-"</title><content type='html'>woot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="400" align="center" border="1"  style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#66ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are Incredibly Logical&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.quizdiva.net/bt/logic.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(You got 88% of the questions right)&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Move over Spock - you're the new master of logic&lt;br /&gt;You think rationally, clearly, and quickly.&lt;br /&gt;A seasoned problem solver, your mind is like a computer!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;How&lt;/a&gt; Logical Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. pwn u man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saturday was fun. sunday was funner. monday was also fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whee!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8372671-111745574813099058?l=irockerz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irockerz.blogspot.com/feeds/111745574813099058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8372671&amp;postID=111745574813099058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372671/posts/default/111745574813099058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372671/posts/default/111745574813099058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irockerz.blogspot.com/2005/05/erps.html' title='erps -.-&quot;'/><author><name>i did something</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12796854453404142590</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-8372671.post-111693443257287669</id><published>2005-05-24T04:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-24T04:33:52.576-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tell The World</title><content type='html'>i was listening to this song called Tell the World on evans blog. and suddenly, i was consumed by a desire to do so so here i am. the lyrics of this song go something liddat -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" all i want in this life time is you, all i want in this whole world is you. Tell the world that Jesus lives! Tell the world that, tell the world that. Tell the world that he died for them, Tell the world that he lives again" " cmon cmon we'll tell the world about you (6x)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i would just like to take this chance. there have been many people who have been positively influential in the life of little me, being frens and relatives and so on. but how many are Christian? this song reminds me of how privileged i am, to be born into a Christian family. im not gonna do anything radical like sit on you and grasp your throat till ure done with the sinners prayer. but i would like to make an offer -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" just a question will do, whether it be by msn, email, or personally. i'd like to tell you more about Jesus. i'd like to tell the world."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and if you wanna hear this zhaii song, its at &lt;a href="http://www.-burdened.blogspot.com"&gt;www.-burdened.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;. try listening all the way. haha rock on pple!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-p.s. : to a certain mei(s) - u can except a return letter... soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hasta la vista.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joseph&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8372671-111693443257287669?l=irockerz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irockerz.blogspot.com/feeds/111693443257287669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8372671&amp;postID=111693443257287669' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372671/posts/default/111693443257287669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372671/posts/default/111693443257287669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irockerz.blogspot.com/2005/05/tell-world.html' title='Tell The World'/><author><name>i did something</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12796854453404142590</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-8372671.post-111538907311230374</id><published>2005-05-06T07:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-06T07:17:53.183-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank you Hui Shi</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8372671-111538907311230374?l=irockerz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irockerz.blogspot.com/feeds/111538907311230374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8372671&amp;postID=111538907311230374' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372671/posts/default/111538907311230374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372671/posts/default/111538907311230374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irockerz.blogspot.com/2005/05/thank-you-hui-shi.html' title='Thank you Hui Shi'/><author><name>i did something</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12796854453404142590</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-8372671.post-111495635474240260</id><published>2005-05-01T07:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-01T07:05:54.746-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a long time ago...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;table style="font-family: serif; font-size: 11pt;" width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="5"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bgcolor="#CCE6FF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3 style="margin: 0; border: 0;"&gt;Your #1 Match: ENFP&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#E5F3FF"&gt;The Inspirer&lt;br /&gt;You love being around people, and you are deeply committed to your friends.You are also unconventional, irreverant, and unimpressed by authority and rules.Incredibly perceptive, you can usually sense if someone has hidden motives.You use lots of colorful language and expressions. You're qutie the storyteller!&lt;br /&gt;You would make an excellent entrepreneur, politician, or journalist.&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bgcolor="#FFCCCD"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3 style="margin: 0; border: 0;"&gt;Your #2 Match: ENTP&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFE5E6"&gt;The Visionary&lt;br /&gt;You are charming, outgoing, friendly. You make a good first impression.You possess good negotiating skills and can convince anyone of anything.Happy to be the center of attention, you love to tell stories and show off.You're very clever, but not disciplined enough to do well in structured environments.&lt;br /&gt;You would make a great entrpreneur, marketing executive, or actor.&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bgcolor="#FFFECC"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3 style="margin: 0; border: 0;"&gt;Your #3 Match: ESFP&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFEE5"&gt;The Performer&lt;br /&gt;You are a natural performer and happiest when you're entertaining others.A great friend, you are generous, fun-loving and optimistic.You love to laugh - and you like almost all people equally.You accept life as it is, and you do your best to make each day fantastic.&lt;br /&gt;You would make a good actor, designer, or counselor.&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bgcolor="#CCE6FF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3 style="margin: 0; border: 0;"&gt;Your #4 Match: INFP&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#E5F3FF"&gt;The Idealist&lt;br /&gt;You are creative with a great imagination, living in your own inner world.Open minded and accepting, you strive for harmony in your important relationships.It takes a long time for people to get to know you. You are hesitant to let people get close.But once you care for someone, you do everything you can to help them grow and develop.&lt;br /&gt;You would make an excellent writer, psychologist, or artist.&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bgcolor="#FFCCCD"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3 style="margin: 0; border: 0;"&gt;Your #5 Match: ESTP&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFE5E6"&gt;The Doer&lt;br /&gt;You are adventurous and risk taking. You act first, think second.You love being the center of attention. Chances are you were the class clown.Competitive, charming, and charasmatic - you have your own code of honor.You live a flexible life, bouncing between a series of activies that interest you.&lt;br /&gt;You would make a great salesperson, marketing director, or entrepreneur.&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/mbtiquiz/"&gt;What's" Your Personality Type?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;sigh i felt like blogging a gigantic essay about my trip to malaysia. but now im just not in the mood to do anything, not even hw. tmrw's the project, and im lking forward to it. should i switch to lj? should i make it friends only? i dunno... life's just a whirlwind these days. sufficient to say, i had fun in Malaysia but got my self a sprain in a very private part. and no it was not through any unnatural activity, just soccer.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;sigh. i keep sighing these days rarely feel optimistic anymore...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8372671-111495635474240260?l=irockerz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irockerz.blogspot.com/feeds/111495635474240260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8372671&amp;postID=111495635474240260' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372671/posts/default/111495635474240260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372671/posts/default/111495635474240260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irockerz.blogspot.com/2005/05/long-time-ago.html' title='a long time ago...'/><author><name>i did something</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12796854453404142590</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-8372671.post-111451942936726431</id><published>2005-04-26T05:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-26T05:43:49.366-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why...</title><content type='html'>sigh life just seems so bleak these days. i have really cool pals like jian le and hiippy and jang and phang who are really helpful to me in tiding this period of crappiness. and nice churhc frens like evan and bellejoy to give me christian advice. but its just not working well enough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;many of my frens dao me easily i guess its just my fault i sahoot my mouth off too quickly and dont think. some people can accept me for who i am and im really thankful to you all. some however cant... and to those whom i offended im really sorry. i didnt mean to do it but sometimes i just dont think straight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apologies to yq, ellie, jang  and my two ny meis for bugging u pple these days guess i was really insensitive in asking questions and stuff... im really sorry didnt realise what i was doing because i was so caught up in myself, especially ellie hehe X) i asked u stuff till 12 midnight lol...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh i just hope that in the next ten days i can cope with the six tests, two major competitions, eota organization, and staying alive. its gonna be hard... but i'll survive. i've got youuuu =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joseph&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8372671-111451942936726431?l=irockerz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irockerz.blogspot.com/feeds/111451942936726431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8372671&amp;postID=111451942936726431' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372671/posts/default/111451942936726431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372671/posts/default/111451942936726431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irockerz.blogspot.com/2005/04/why.html' title='Why...'/><author><name>i did something</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12796854453404142590</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-8372671.post-111408123393155356</id><published>2005-04-21T03:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-21T04:00:33.933-07:00</updated><title type='text'>breakingdown.missyou.coulditeverbe?</title><content type='html'>okay... so i havent blogged for ages. yes sorry adoring fans who miss me plenty... haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; hmmm last night i was just thinking about stuff before i slept. and i could just imagine &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt;  on this hill with twinkling stars in the sky, beautiful night and stuff. it was peaceful for that one moment... as i just imagined it. then, examstestspressurestresslife came rushing at me and i fell asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-dont you ever wish you were someone else-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8372671-111408123393155356?l=irockerz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irockerz.blogspot.com/feeds/111408123393155356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8372671&amp;postID=111408123393155356' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372671/posts/default/111408123393155356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372671/posts/default/111408123393155356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irockerz.blogspot.com/2005/04/breakingdownmissyoucoulditeverbe.html' title='breakingdown.missyou.coulditeverbe?'/><author><name>i did something</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12796854453404142590</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-8372671.post-111357179140821718</id><published>2005-04-15T06:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-15T06:29:51.410-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry...</title><content type='html'>haha sorry pple! i get pissed easily but forgive fast too. im just tt kind of person. Mr Cheng is a nice person actually la i was just feeling a bit pissed off but i realised it was for my own good so i can be a better role model.&lt;br /&gt;            erm okay so i was really pissed with Howard too yesterday. but i forgive easily la just be nice once and i'll be okay again. he's rather okay... but when he pisses me off. i get pissed la... and sometimes i say unnice stuff. but those who been with me for long time shld noe la... i get pissed but forget easily unless the person is someone i dun like as a person, not because of an act. as in i dun like him for who he is. but rather rare la...&lt;br /&gt;           today was cool. chatted with ms ong for a while she made me tell mr liew that he looked shuai in his glasses. then i went for tuition... yeah. lost my pe again... T_T. and ms ong i did not read ur messages!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just a kid, just an average kid&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8372671-111357179140821718?l=irockerz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irockerz.blogspot.com/feeds/111357179140821718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8372671&amp;postID=111357179140821718' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372671/posts/default/111357179140821718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372671/posts/default/111357179140821718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irockerz.blogspot.com/2005/04/sorry.html' title='Sorry...'/><author><name>i did something</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12796854453404142590</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-8372671.post-111339704019779502</id><published>2005-04-13T05:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-13T05:57:20.196-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WAH LAU EH</title><content type='html'>heh too bad i dun care who sees this im damn pissed. lately, FOR NO PARTICULAR REASON AT ALL, cheng is dissing me everywhere. firstly abt a month ago, on msn he suddenly talks to me and says " dun act cute joseph, dun act innocent and put on a facade u can fool everyone but not me." and im like oO whatever?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then in class recently he keeps picking on me like saying "joseph stop talking" when everyone one else is and like whatthe? then today, was the last straw. in class, we were doing the heritage fest thingy, so benji moved over and we like chatted bout the slides and things. then i was like taking down notes. i take notes fast and small, so when i stopped and chatted with benben, he like suddenly clasts me " joseph take notes!" and when i show him my paper he protests that its very little and i point out that i have probably taken the most notes in class but oh no jsoeph is always wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i just heck and continue and then i talk to benben somemore then again he goes " if u cant control urself please dont sit together" and like its benben who moved over. then for no rhyme or reason he goes " and stop acting cute mr tay. ure far past that." and im like wtf?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to think i used to like him as my favourite teacher. screw it...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8372671-111339704019779502?l=irockerz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irockerz.blogspot.com/feeds/111339704019779502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8372671&amp;postID=111339704019779502' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372671/posts/default/111339704019779502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372671/posts/default/111339704019779502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irockerz.blogspot.com/2005/04/wah-lau-eh.html' title='WAH LAU EH'/><author><name>i did something</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12796854453404142590</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-8372671.post-111321830154061734</id><published>2005-04-11T04:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-11T04:18:21.540-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A series of fortunate events</title><content type='html'>lets go back. back, to a long long time ago. to Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha guess why? that day is my birthday! whee thanks darrell for the lovely card. thanks clement for the hugs, thanks hippy for the well wishes. Thanks phang phang for the attempts at offering me sweets. Thank you chermaine, jonathan, zoe for the well wishes. thank you (?) seniors for attempting to bond me but failing... dots. thank you leroy for the card. thank you leroy's dad for the dinner. thank you daddy and mommy and relatives for the hongbaos. thank you evan for giving me the present earliest. thank you phang for giving me howls moving castle, i love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah wells. today, was the big day. i felt like blogging (and sleeping) on the way home, but now im hungry RAWRRRRR. well we were nervous. we practiced. we looked horrible in makeup. we performed. we rocked! we went off to celebrate. jerry and i lost our clothes. we found them. chermaine and sammi and sherlyn were late for our performance. they followed us to kap. we ate fries. we bullied kar weng. i read cherm's msgs. sammi attempted to take pics of me. i borrowed 50 cents from hippy. i walked back with darrell and wilfred. i took the 156 after aeons. i walked home. i bathed. and now im blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha cya X0)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8372671-111321830154061734?l=irockerz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irockerz.blogspot.com/feeds/111321830154061734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8372671&amp;postID=111321830154061734' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372671/posts/default/111321830154061734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372671/posts/default/111321830154061734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irockerz.blogspot.com/2005/04/series-of-fortunate-events.html' title='A series of fortunate events'/><author><name>i did something</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12796854453404142590</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-8372671.post-111278240802498333</id><published>2005-04-06T02:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-06T03:13:28.026-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WOW!?...</title><content type='html'>See the title? do you believe? today was not just a wow! kind of day,it was also a wow? and a wow... day. let me explain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;early in the morning, i prepare for projects day. we go into the lab, to find out that mr lee gave us the exact same topic as jeremy. and he's going first... T_T. the judges ask" are you from the previous group when we go up. SIGH. mr lee comes in haflway, and says " HAHA so fun to see you two struggle. GRRRRRR...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later on, we get bored and hence sneak out with excuses of toilet. sounds normal, but tis amazing cuz we go out together, ask together, go for like half hour and we ask the same teacher each time. lol... wow? and she's like "comebackquickly" and we like just stroll in sometime later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were released early, and went to play table tennis with our hands. yi jun &amp; wei zhong pass by and look on. suddenly, jeffrey appears out of nowhere and tells us to go for projects day. we claim early release(which was true), but he says " go watch your consortiums present" we higly suspected that no one was presenting le, so we just went to the library lor. There, kar weng job and some guy appeared and pinched my cheeks and stole my sweets then vanished. oO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were waiting at the busstop, then along came jasper out of nowhere as usual. suddenly, he found an ezlink card on the thingie, chucked along with the cigarrettes. typical jasper. we coaxed it out of him, then went off in the hope that we couldlater buy mcdonalds with it hehe X) leroy bought a $1 icecream, and was eating it when 156 came. he stuck it into a cup, and boarded the bus with it stuck in his pouch. haha i was laughing all the way... nad it kept dripping and everyone was staring except the driver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I accidentally dropped the ezlink card at seveneleven, and before i could pick it up, a woman handed it to the staff. ah wells i was going to do tt anyway... right? we walked home slightly depressed, and our sharp eyes caught sight of magoes, unripe on a tree. i went to pick them, and tried to let them get squished on the road by a car. hehe... they were really hard. unripe wad... now this is freaky. i kept throwing it onto the road, and it kept rolling back.ok so there was a slight slope... but then even worse, when it was flat, i threw it again, and it got stuck in a rut. so it just kept rolling, and all the cars missed it! so we rethrew like 5 times, and about 100 cars passed by ( i counted)... no joke. and yet it was untouched. i was damn pissed, so i kicked it really hard. it flew to the opposite side, and a car squished it. "-.-... sigh. fortune toying with me. i have pics tho. ask me if u wanna see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, we were walking home, then it started to drizzle lightly. being in a dumb state of mind, we began to count the drops that hit our head. "1", "2", "3"... 45678910! suddenly, it began to pour like therewas no tomorrow, and we ran to leroy's house for shelter. hehe tt's about it... just tt we really really dumb to count raindrops before the rain. haha... and some figures - leroy's comp has 32000 viruses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OWNED!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joseph&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8372671-111278240802498333?l=irockerz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irockerz.blogspot.com/feeds/111278240802498333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8372671&amp;postID=111278240802498333' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372671/posts/default/111278240802498333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372671/posts/default/111278240802498333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irockerz.blogspot.com/2005/04/wow.html' title='WOW!?...'/><author><name>i did something</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12796854453404142590</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-8372671.post-111253710457716985</id><published>2005-04-03T06:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-03T07:05:04.580-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Especially for Para</title><content type='html'>hehe its doesnt mean im undervalueing all the rest, but i owe it to him for forgetting. yeah... and sorry if the previous was short, i had five minutes? miracle i typed tt much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para is a great friend to joseph, in my opinion, because he always talks to him and says he rocks and gangs up with him to bully jon lee. he enjoys sharing joseph's food like rollercoasters and popcorn chicken, and is especially warming up in the -HUG- section. he is smart and pro at O2Jam and Hexic, which joseph hopes to one day emulate. he is ptient with Joseph and friendly and stuff, and was a great great comfor to Joseph during Yq's absence. as a passerby, i feel that he has been a great help to Joseph, and Joseph is hence eternally grateful; to him. he says " i &lt;3 para!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- by joseph's alterego who appears when he woos chio bus ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah i &lt;3 u para! rock on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;erm sorry but u gotta share. i feel i should mention hippy, alvin and pigsie more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alvin - well i dun noe him well. but he's focused nad funny at times. haha hope to noe u better vino!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pigsie - we used to be great pals. but somehow i feel he's colder to me. i'll still help him though... and always be there. ^^ hope... u can find a better friend to be with i guess. or is it just me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Han Chang - one of the most taken forgranted. hippy u rock haha... always help[ful and stuff. tho he likes to act seh sometimes... who doesnt? haha... =) go hip go! be a councillor ya?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8372671-111253710457716985?l=irockerz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irockerz.blogspot.com/feeds/111253710457716985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8372671&amp;postID=111253710457716985' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372671/posts/default/111253710457716985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372671/posts/default/111253710457716985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irockerz.blogspot.com/2005/04/especially-for-para.html' title='Especially for Para'/><author><name>i did something</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12796854453404142590</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-8372671.post-111250248547750120</id><published>2005-04-02T20:10:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2005-04-02T20:28:05.480-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank you.</title><content type='html'>and this is a sincere one. not like the simple plan song... yeah. there are lots of people who have guided me to where i am today, and no matter what happens, i will always be in debt to them. in no particular order at all,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drama people:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kar Weng - he may not be very close to me and may not read this at all, but i just want to thank him for being this really great and nice senior who's always so helpful and patient with me, not grouching even though i took over his scene, instead helping me all the time and giving me tips on using my diaphragm and stuff. yeah... same goes for jerry, yun song and job, who are nice seniors except for pinching and attempted bonding (failed X) ! ) overall, just thanks for letting me act in syf, and i assure you i'll give my best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phang - i used to hate you. u used to hate me. now, im much gladder we're gd frens. thanks lots for all the nice comments u give me in your entries. no matter what happens, i'll always respect you for your tenacity and your resolve in all things, and your all too willingness to help. u may not see it at times, but its there. thanks. ^^ gold-with-honours kay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darrell - hey! thanks for listening to me pour out my woes, ure the most mature one who can always find time to counsel and give advice. tho i may have pist u off at times, tnks for being so patient though im a talkative rowdy kinda guy. u;ve been essential in my learning proccess, and your adivce i will remember and take to heart. thanks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yongquan, Alvin, Hiippy - thanks for just supporting me in my drama adventure as i continuously try to experiment with new stuff and all. mostly, for just being there for me. frens forever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clement - hi twinny. &lt;3 u forever! u've been a continuous support, cuz ever since the day u started warming up to me, i've been much better. thanks for the hugs and the emotional support when im trying out new scenes, doing new stuff, and through my learning process. just wanna say i really treasure you as my bestest twin... yeah. and sorry if i was a bit naggy tt day. just wanted to make sure tt you would recover. look forward to see u back soon! &lt;3-ing you always, twin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Chng andMrs Yong - this one, im sure you wont read my blog at all. but anyway, thanks for believing in me and giving me opportunities though i may have been noisy and rowdy. i'll work hard i promise. Joseph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Schl Frens (wout drama la):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms Ong - thanks for being an understanding teacher and giving nice comments and saying nice stuff bout me yeah? ure a really great teacher, always there for a listening ear. love your stories bout the outside world. haha... rock on !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonathan - for being a nice frenly guy who helps me when howie and marcus accuse me, for standing up for me. though others think badly fo you, i can see you do care for ur frens tho u may not show it. &lt;3 ya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All others - for giving me a chance as chariman, i'll try my best ya? sorry if i forgot anyone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other frens:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evan - hey. haha mr popular... always got plenty of gals after youu. thanks for like just being frens with me and stuff. really love tt wallet you gave me! will be using it till time memorial. u've been a gd fren to me in church, helping me take notes and stuff and just chatting bout stuff, letting me read ur smses and answering my questions, introducing me to songs and the latest cool stuff. yeah... god bless you. always there, joseph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bellejoy - Heyy gal! spunky, fun loving, energetic, always a great help to me when im down. vibrant attitude is the way to go! u go gurl... hope u do well in track! since i known u, i dun think we've ever quarrelled haha cuz ure just so nice and accepting. positively la. thanks lots for being my fren! and once and for all, we do NOT have anything going on. haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to all who have played a part in the life of Joseph Tay En Gao, who have helped me, been with me, espec my parentts and frens, a big THANK YOU. god bless you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joseph.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8372671-111250248547750120?l=irockerz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irockerz.blogspot.com/feeds/111250248547750120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8372671&amp;postID=111250248547750120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372671/posts/default/111250248547750120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372671/posts/default/111250248547750120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irockerz.blogspot.com/2005/04/thank-you.html' title='Thank you.'/><author><name>i did something</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12796854453404142590</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-8372671.post-111250248098808892</id><published>2005-04-02T20:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-04-02T20:28:00.990-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank you.</title><content type='html'>and this is a sincere one. not like the simple plan song... yeah. there are lots of people who have guided me to where i am today, and no matter what happens, i will always be in debt to them. in no particular order at all,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drama people:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kar Weng - he may not be very close to me and may not read this at all, but i just want to thank him for being this really great and nice senior who's always so helpful and patient with me, not grouching even though i took over his scene, instead helping me all the time and giving me tips on using my diaphragm and stuff. yeah... same goes for jerry, yun song and job, who are nice seniors except for pinching and attempted bonding (failed X) ! ) overall, just thanks for letting me act in syf, and i assure you i'll give my best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phang - i used to hate you. u used to hate me. now, im much gladder we're gd frens. thanks lots for all the nice comments u give me in your entries. no matter what happens, i'll always respect you for your tenacity and your resolve in all things, and your all too willingness to help. u may not see it at times, but its there. thanks. ^^ gold-with-honours kay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darrell - hey! thanks for listening to me pour out my woes, ure the most mature one who can always find time to counsel and give advice. tho i may have pist u off at times, tnks for being so patient though im a talkative rowdy kinda guy. u;ve been essential in my learning proccess, and your adivce i will remember and take to heart. thanks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yongquan, Alvin, Hiippy - thanks for just supporting me in my drama adventure as i continuously try to experiment with new stuff and all. mostly, for just being there for me. frens forever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clement - hi twinny. &lt;3 u forever! u've been a continuous support, cuz ever since the day u started warming up to me, i've been much better. thanks for the hugs and the emotional support when im trying out new scenes, doing new stuff, and through my learning process. just wanna say i really treasure you as my bestest twin... yeah. and sorry if i was a bit naggy tt day. just wanted to make sure tt you would recover. look forward to see u back soon! &lt;3-ing you always, twin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Chng andMrs Yong - this one, im sure you wont read my blog at all. but anyway, thanks for believing in me and giving me opportunities though i may have been noisy and rowdy. i'll work hard i promise. Joseph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Schl Frens (wout drama la):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms Ong - thanks for being an understanding teacher and giving nice comments and saying nice stuff bout me yeah? ure a really great teacher, always there for a listening ear. love your stories bout the outside world. haha... rock on !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonathan - for being a nice frenly guy who helps me when howie and marcus accuse me, for standing up for me. though others think badly fo you, i can see you do care for ur frens tho u may not show it. &lt;3 ya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All others - for giving me a chance as chariman, i'll try my best ya? sorry if i forgot anyone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other frens:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evan - hey. haha mr popular... always got plenty of gals after youu. thanks for like just being frens with me and stuff. really love tt wallet you gave me! will be using it till time memorial. u've been a gd fren to me in church, helping me take notes and stuff and just chatting bout stuff, letting me read ur smses and answering my questions, introducing me to songs and the latest cool stuff. yeah... god bless you. always there, joseph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bellejoy - Heyy gal! spunky, fun loving, energetic, always a great help to me when im down. vibrant attitude is the way to go! u go gurl... hope u do well in track! since i known u, i dun think we've ever quarrelled haha cuz ure just so nice and accepting. positively la. thanks lots for being my fren! and once and for all, we do NOT have anything going on. haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to all who have played a part in the life of Joseph Tay En Gao, who have helped me, been iwth me, espec my parentts and frens, a big THANK YOU. god bless you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joseph.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8372671-111250248098808892?l=irockerz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:11px;color:#fff;background-color:#1F5892;width:450px;text-align:center;padding:5px;margin:0px;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Created by &lt;a href="http://www.bzoink.com/users.php?id=FIRELOVEASTHENIA" style="color:#fff;" title="User Profile"&gt;FIRELOVEASTHENIA&lt;/a&gt; and taken 716 times on &lt;a href="http://www.bzoink.com" style="color:#fff;" title="bzoink!"&gt;bzoink!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;ARE YOU CURRENTLY GROUNDED?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;no... never was and never will be. parents dunno how ^^&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;DO YOU SNORE?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;nope.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;ARE YOU A LOVER OR A FIGHTER?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;fighter! whee depends on what laaaaaa...&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;WHAT'S YOUR WORST FEAR?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;erm... not getting into hcjc? at the moment la haha&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;AS A KID, WERE YOU A LEGO MANIAC?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;no... book maniac&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK OF "REALITY" TV?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;hm quite ok for when ure bored?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;DO YOU CHEW ON YOUR STRAWS?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;sometimes. its rather fun. but after reading the article about the plastic forming in my tummy, i decided gum was better =)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;WERE YOU A CUTE BABY?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;erm rather.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;IS THE SINGLE LIFE FOR YOU?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;hmmmmmmmmm... at the moment yeababyyea!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;WHAT COLOR IS YOUR KEYBOARD?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;erm white. sigh so dullll.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;IS BARBIE SEXY?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;well, is george bush sexy?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;DO YOU SING IN THE SHOWER?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;mmm sometimes ask my neighbours lor. rather loud i am ^^&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;HAVE YOU EVER BUNGEE JUMPED?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;nope. scarray. might puke haha.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;ANY SPECIAL TALENTS?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;erm... i can talk?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;WHAT'S YOUR IDEAL VACATION SPOT?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;hm thailand... the place last year.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;IS JAY LENO FUNNY?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;gay leno mebbe... who is jay leno?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;CAN YOU SWIM?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;yeah rather well.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;HAVE YOU SEEN THE MOVE "DONNIE DARKO"?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;no.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;ARE YOU A VIRGIN?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;well let me think. is jeremy hot?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;DO YOU GIVE A DAMN ABOUT THE OZONE?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;yes. no ozone = me die.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;HOW MANY LICKS DOES IT TAKE TO GET TO THE CENTER OF A TOOSTIE POP?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;haha... zero. refer to para.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;CAN YOU SING THE ALPHABET BACKWARDS?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;yes. s---lo--wl-----y&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;HAVE YOU EVER BEEN ON AN AIRPLANE?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;like... DUH? oops no i walked to thailand. and israel. and hongkong. and...&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;ARE YOU AN ONLY CHILD?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;nope. lil brother. one, thank god.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;DO YOU PREFER ELECTRIC OR MANUAL PENCIL SHARPENERS?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;electric hehe im lazy.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;WHAT'S YOUR STAND ON HUNTING?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;hm hunting what? hunting pigsies are a nono but its okay if ure hunting... insects haha&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;IS MARRIAGE IN YOUR FUTURE?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;mmm sorta? actually two are. either mine, or my wife's ^^&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;DO YOU LIKE YOUR HANDWRITING?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;erm NO. suckayy. i want apra's!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;WHAT ARE YOU ALLERGIC TO?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;losers. i sneeze when im near myself.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU SAID "I LOVE YOU"?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;well dunno.forgot.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;IS TUPAC STILL ALIVE?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;what the?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;DO YOU CRY AT WEDDINGS?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;ermno. i cry if the food is gone tho.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;HOW DO YOU LIKE YOUR EGGS?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;sunny side up!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;ARE BLONDES DUMB?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;some.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;WHERE DOES THE OTHER SOCK END UP?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;on my other foot duh.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;WHAT TIME IS IT?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;9.17&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;DO YOU HAVE A NICKNAME?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;jose? haha&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;IS MCDONALD'S DISGUSTING?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;okayy la.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;WHO'S YOUR HERO?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;abman! whee ~&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;ARE YOU IN LOVE?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;yes... with jesus!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU WERE IN A CAR?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;today? &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;DO YOU PREFER BATHS OR SHOWERS?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;baths. whee jacuzzi spa!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;IS SANTA CLAUSE REAL?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;well i aint getting any presents... but then again i dont have a chimmney. and i wasnt a good boy... T_T&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;DO YOU LIKE TO HAVE YOUR NECK KISSED?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;erm no.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;ARE YOU AFRAID OF THE DARK?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;erm yeah. sorta.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;WHAT ARE YOU ADDICTED TO?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;im addicted to...  cheese.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;CRUNCHY PEANUT BUTTER OR REGULAR?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;crunchyyy!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;CAN YOU CRACK YOUR NECK?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;no. i can break urs tho.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;HAVE YOU EVER RIDDEN IN AN AMBULANCE?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;nope. dun wish to...&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;HOW MANY TIMES HAVE YOU BRUSHED YOUR TEETH TODAY?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;three?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;IS DRUG FREE THE WAY TO BE?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;yeah.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;ARE YOU A HEAVY SLEEPER?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;mhm.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;WHAT COLOR ARE YOUR EYES?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;black?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;HOW LOUD DO YOU SNEEZE?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;differing from pin drop to krakatoa.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;DO YOU LIKE YOUR LIFE?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;yeah mostly.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;WHAT'S YOUR BEST FRIEND'S NAME?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;jesus!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;WHO'S BETTER: STONE COLD OR THE ROCK?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;the rock man =)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;ARE YOU PSYCHIC?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;erm no.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;HAVE YOU READ "CATCHER IN THE RYE"?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;no.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;DO YOU PLAY ANY INSTRUMENTS?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;yeah. the fart.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;CAN YOU SKATEBOARD?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;no.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;HAVE YOU EVER STOLEN ANYTHING?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;yes... when i was in kindergarten, i stole all the erasers of my classmates. and i got away with it till my dad tidied up my bag... hehe. compulsive disorder i say!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;DO YOU LIKE CAMPING?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;yeah. aircon camping in a room.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;ARE YOU HORNY?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;oO&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;DO YOU SNORT WHEN YOU LAUGH?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;do you die when u breathe?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;DO YOU BELIEVE IN MAGIC?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;do u believe in santa claus? haha no.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;ARE DOGS A MAN'S BEST FRIEND?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;nope. pigsies are.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;DO YOU BELIEVE IN DIVORCE?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;no.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;WHAT'S ON YOUR MOUSEPAD?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;i dun have one... any kind soul got spares?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;CAN YOU DO THE MOONWALK?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;erm yeah.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;ARE YOU A RACIST?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;no.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;DO YOU MAKE A LOT OF MISTAKES?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;no.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;IS IT COLD OUTSIDE TODAY?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;no.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;DOES SIZE MATTER?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;no&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;WHAT WAS THE LAST THING YOU ATE?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;no.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;DO YOU WEAR NAIL POLISH?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;no.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;HAVE YOU EVER BEEN KISSED?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;no.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;WHAT'S THE MOST ANNOYING TV COMMERCIAL?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;the boobs popping one. fisherman thingie.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;DO YOU SHOP AT AMERICAN EAGLE?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;no.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2"&gt;&lt;p style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:12px;color:#fff;background-color:#1F5892;text-align:center;padding:15px;padding-bottom:10px;margin:0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bzoink.com/create.php" style="color:#fff;" title="Create a Survey"&gt;Create a Survey&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.bzoink.com/search.php" style="color:#fff;" title="Search Surveys"&gt;Search Surveys&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.bzoink.com" style="color:#fff;" title="bzoink!"&gt;Go to bzoink!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8372671-111192995692514901?l=irockerz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irockerz.blogspot.com/feeds/111192995692514901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8372671&amp;postID=111192995692514901' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372671/posts/default/111192995692514901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372671/posts/default/111192995692514901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irockerz.blogspot.com/2005/03/more-quizzes.html' title='more quizzes'/><author><name>i did something</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12796854453404142590</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-8372671.post-111191220923280123</id><published>2005-03-27T00:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-27T00:30:09.233-08:00</updated><title type='text'>indian food = teh roxxorz</title><content type='html'>haha... today was a great day. went out with my neighbours, ate some lovely indian food at some lovely indian restaurant. when i went in, i saw the vegetarian sign and thought to myself oh no im screwed. but it turned out, that if you love cheese, then this place rocks. their cheese masala, hot, toasty, and lovely, with just the right amount of cheese, not too much that it becomes yucky, but not too little that you can smell only but not taste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went shopping at mustafa, this big mall thinggie. bought a really cute mini soccer ball and took pics of it at home. its in my hp if anyone wanna see ^^ hehe well; there was this funny product for menustration, that in the precaution said " do not use during pregnancy. haha the people there obviously didnt learn their bio^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;signingoff,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;iRocker&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8372671-111191220923280123?l=irockerz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irockerz.blogspot.com/feeds/111191220923280123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8372671&amp;postID=111191220923280123' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372671/posts/default/111191220923280123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372671/posts/default/111191220923280123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irockerz.blogspot.com/2005/03/indian-food-teh-roxxorz.html' title='indian food = teh roxxorz'/><author><name>i did something</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12796854453404142590</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-8372671.post-111184883683316427</id><published>2005-03-26T06:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-26T06:53:56.836-08:00</updated><title type='text'>quizzz</title><content type='html'>N...Nitrogen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You scored 32 Mass, 49 Electronegativity, 49 Metal, and 0 Radioactivity!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweet! You're quirky and non-confrontational... but you are also highly dynamic in relationships. You're kinda that "anything to anyone" type, but you don't demand that people love you for it. You very much do you own thing... and probably by extention you're the only one who can do the things you do. You're rarely found alone, but you'd get along great with other people like yourself. You're probably the only element that should try to find a mate who is just like you. Oh, and too much of you in a high-pressure situation can make other people act drunk... or die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My test tracked 4 variables&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How you compared to other people your age and gender:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You scored higher than 31% on Mass&lt;br /&gt;You scored higher than 91% on Electroneg&lt;br /&gt;You scored higher than 43% on Metal&lt;br /&gt;You scored higher than 1% on Radioactivity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;roflmao.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8372671-111184883683316427?l=irockerz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irockerz.blogspot.com/feeds/111184883683316427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8372671&amp;postID=111184883683316427' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372671/posts/default/111184883683316427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372671/posts/default/111184883683316427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irockerz.blogspot.com/2005/03/quizzz.html' title='quizzz'/><author><name>i did something</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12796854453404142590</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-8372671.post-111124295491614366</id><published>2005-03-19T06:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-19T06:35:54.916-08:00</updated><title type='text'>YAY</title><content type='html'>haha today watched lemony snickett's a series of unfortunate events. personally, i dont think it is as good as its hyped out to be. the plot is rather sketchy. perhaps the books are better... shld read when i get a chance. hmmmm... its rather okay la. not bad gothic design. lovely acting by jim carrey. really loved the way he was evil, yet spooky at the same time. erratic but yet staying just at the borderline between dramatic and crazy. yeah... the kids were okay. but i felt that their special talents of inventing, reading and biting weren't really... displayed well. despite the warning that it was not a fairytale, it was just a slightly different version. a 'rather' happy ending also la...&lt;br /&gt;        well i went off to NUH. to visit some cute baby. but ermermerm... 'accidentally' i bumped into yq. and went about with him, saw him eat lunch. he had a great appetite. then he was discharged, and later found him at the cafeteria with kanzy and liangjie. haha... his sister is rather nice la. if she reads this, well my brother may look pri 1 but u look sec 1 haha ^^ no offence though... whee.&lt;br /&gt;       hmmm went to churhc played soccer visited grandpa and read digital fortress again. i did it in 45 mins, for the record. haha i amaze myself sometimes. whee marcus im all ready for the report. well, dad doesnt like me using the comp. turns out virus came in thru msn hehe... kbye guys! sigh undone mrp proposal, irs, projects day registration, major bio test, drama script competition, SYF, and going out with frens. so much to do so little time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8372671-111124295491614366?l=irockerz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irockerz.blogspot.com/feeds/111124295491614366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8372671&amp;postID=111124295491614366' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372671/posts/default/111124295491614366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372671/posts/default/111124295491614366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irockerz.blogspot.com/2005/03/yay.html' title='YAY'/><author><name>i did something</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12796854453404142590</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8372671.post-111095672271807322</id><published>2005-03-15T22:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-15T23:05:22.983-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally</title><content type='html'>a very long blogging absence. dont blame me all you who read, its just maplestory. and my slackiness of course... hehe X)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah wells so much has happened i cant remember back tt far. but what i can, i'll say. REsults? okay lar.. im rather happy with em. but sad too. explanation coming up...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Results:&lt;br /&gt;English : 68 (b3) this one is just... sad.&lt;br /&gt;Chinese : 65 (b3) whew...&lt;br /&gt;IH : 69 (b3) just one more point... and its laurang's fault k.&lt;br /&gt;Sci, Math, Comp A1 ^^ haha math is really unexpected. REALLY. Comp was just... hehe thanks toh jia jun X)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay here goes. I screwed up English because i was too... ok so i was ego and didnt study. but who does? it was hard k dun blame me. any way like 2 pple got a1 so... yeah. Chinese? well i didnt know the teahcer counts all stuff on equal percentage. tt means oral practice in class same weightage as test. same goes to all compositions, letter writing, comprehensions... u name it. and i screwed up some. hey dun blame me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IH. comprises lit, history, and geog. Lit? i got 75. guess what? im top. in my class tt is. but laurang,she is evil. ok mebbe not tt bad... hehe. but im pissed cuz she is like damn niao with marks. last year, mr cheng was the teacher. top marks =? 24,23,22. This year? 19,19,19&lt;br /&gt;yeah... rather obvious right? Geography, i missed out one 3 mark question. converted to 100 percent, ten marks. two grades! from an a1, to a b3. from a b3, to a c5. you get the idea. History? same thing. ms ong, imho, was rather ungenerous with marks. and it was upon twenty... so missing a1 by two marks meant two grades down again. yeah... its just sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah wells. been having a riot of a holiday, drama practice daily. rather cool though, what with nice seniors and fun acting and magic cards in the slacking room. hehe... went to see yq yesterday. he is so tall!!!! so veryveryvery tall. he grew by like... 6 cm? in three weeks? UNFAIR i say. UNFAIR. ah wells must sleep more i guess... he loked ok a bit aple but recovering well. yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see you all... and for miracles sake, mysticdavey grew a level. yes, after dying 35 times he grew a level. cheerios! ( ps this is maplestory stuff hehe )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;iRocker&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8372671-111095672271807322?l=irockerz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irockerz.blogspot.com/feeds/111095672271807322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8372671&amp;postID=111095672271807322' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372671/posts/default/111095672271807322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372671/posts/default/111095672271807322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irockerz.blogspot.com/2005/03/finally.html' title='Finally'/><author><name>i did something</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12796854453404142590</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-8372671.post-110939868300147239</id><published>2005-02-25T22:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-25T22:18:03.003-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Feelings.</title><content type='html'>Yongquan, personally to me, was one of my best friends. Without him, my math and everything else would be screwed. he was always there to help me, playful at times, but then again so was i.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he was friendly and caring, lending a helping hand to everyone in the class. and yesterday, he fell. because of us. he ran, fell, stumbled up, fell and stayed that way. he got up, or tried to, for us. see? he was doing it for the class. yq is not a selfish person. he wasnt trying to gain personal glory. he just wanted ispark, or 2O, to get something, some reoognition. though he had already done tons, he wanted to do more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now, with his condition, what can we do to help him? i feel its not crictising those laughers, not threats against them, not saying " oh no ! ". its praying for him. in every religion, there is a god. i am a christian, so i believe in Jesus. regardless of who you are, if you read this, please take some time. say a silent prayer for him. as he now fights and struggles, so we too must share his burden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;human life is a very important thing. without yq, i would not even have gotten past sec one. he was my motivation throughout. i will pray for him with all my ability. Will you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8372671-110939868300147239?l=irockerz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irockerz.blogspot.com/feeds/110939868300147239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8372671&amp;postID=110939868300147239' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372671/posts/default/110939868300147239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372671/posts/default/110939868300147239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irockerz.blogspot.com/2005/02/feelings.html' title='Feelings.'/><author><name>i did something</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12796854453404142590</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8372671.post-110934209342509579</id><published>2005-02-25T06:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-25T06:34:53.426-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yongquan. We Misss You.</title><content type='html'>when i ran past you today and saw you lying there, i veered for a closer look. seeing you lying there, i thought you were okay already and moved on. only till later when i saw the stretchers, then did i realise the seriousness. forgive me for not stoping to take a look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yongquan, we all love you. rememeber that. please get well soon, we all want you back here with us. i may ahve been crappy, i may have been --- at times. but please, have the will to recover and get back soon. get out of ICU, and return to 2O. we miss you. all of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yours, Joseph&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8372671-110934209342509579?l=irockerz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irockerz.blogspot.com/feeds/110934209342509579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8372671&amp;postID=110934209342509579' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372671/posts/default/110934209342509579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372671/posts/default/110934209342509579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irockerz.blogspot.com/2005/02/yongquan-we-misss-you.html' title='Yongquan. We Misss You.'/><author><name>i did something</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12796854453404142590</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-8372671.post-110923109774747368</id><published>2005-02-23T23:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-23T23:44:57.746-08:00</updated><title type='text'>NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO !!!</title><content type='html'>no! nonononononononononono!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19.5 upon 30 for Geography! and guess why? Joseph forgot to do a question! a question with 9 marks! 9% over 100 marks! argharghargh... its really depressing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and to round it up, i discover that compostitions, comprehensions and letter writing for Chinese is weighed at an equal percentage as the test! mean i get 63 instead of 72!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;argh my MSG is ... T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its WAS 1.5~25.&lt;br /&gt;it is 2~3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-dont cry for me Argentina&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8372671-110923109774747368?l=irockerz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irockerz.blogspot.com/feeds/110923109774747368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8372671&amp;postID=110923109774747368' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372671/posts/default/110923109774747368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372671/posts/default/110923109774747368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irockerz.blogspot.com/2005/02/noooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo.html' title='NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO !!!'/><author><name>i did something</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12796854453404142590</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-8372671.post-110913395557589923</id><published>2005-02-22T20:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-22T20:45:55.576-08:00</updated><title type='text'>As Promised.</title><content type='html'>hi all! exams are finally over but Math class is still on. lol... haha im bored so here blogging lor. if ms foo reads this... T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha ermermerm well im much relieved now and will probably pia maplestory like siao. LOL...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;erm well, my msg is now adjusted with minor changes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English : Still dunno. a1? pleasepleaseplease... lol. ^^&lt;br /&gt;History : 65 T_T... my only hope is literature. or  that ms foo spares some mercy on me... MS FOO READ THIS!&lt;br /&gt;Chinese : i think a2 or b3 le...cant get a1. sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well its all over now. look on. move forward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as ms ong says, accept it, learn from it then forget it. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-sohappytogether-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8372671-110913395557589923?l=irockerz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irockerz.blogspot.com/feeds/110913395557589923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8372671&amp;postID=110913395557589923' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372671/posts/default/110913395557589923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372671/posts/default/110913395557589923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irockerz.blogspot.com/2005/02/as-promised.html' title='As Promised.'/><author><name>i did something</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12796854453404142590</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-8372671.post-110907864274564583</id><published>2005-02-22T05:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-22T05:24:02.746-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ExamZ T_T</title><content type='html'>hi whee im busy mugging no time running out argh... promise a v v v v v v v v v long post after exams k? just a survey :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="300" align="center" border="1" border cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="left" bg style="color:#BAEBFF;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;To pick up onghy: &lt;b&gt;I'm good at math: U + I = 69&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/pickuplinegenerator.html"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Get your own Magic Pick Up Line&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol... haha. ermermerm... yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;subjects score so far :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Math : a1&lt;br /&gt;Science : a1&lt;br /&gt;Comp Studies : a1&lt;br /&gt;Chinese : c5 T_T ( taking retest tomorrow... *trembles* )&lt;br /&gt;Rest unknown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;predicted MSG : 1.5~2.5 ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cya!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8372671-110907864274564583?l=irockerz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irockerz.blogspot.com/feeds/110907864274564583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8372671&amp;postID=110907864274564583' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372671/posts/default/110907864274564583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372671/posts/default/110907864274564583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irockerz.blogspot.com/2005/02/examz-tt.html' title='ExamZ T_T'/><author><name>i did something</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12796854453404142590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8372671.post-110863604519776098</id><published>2005-02-17T01:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-17T02:27:25.200-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Exams.</title><content type='html'>whee. im surprised at myself. what was easy is hard, what was hard is easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Math, which i expected to fail or at most barely scrape, i got an A1. =) whee thanks and most credit goes to my dad who explained to me the night before and Jeremy and Pigshee. and all explained simultaneous equations which i had requested for as i with my foresight had foreseen that it would take up 50% of the marks. and it did. and i got all of tt 50% ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i do believe that if i had not slept or attemtped to sleep, and had instead bothered to complete the qustions instead of half doing them, i too could have gotten 45. ah well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinese. im supposed to be good at this so i spend the night before playing Maplestory. bad choice. guess what? i like screw up the memorise ciyu part but ace the free explanation part or 自由发表... pity it was only 20 marks. so the great Jose ends up with 58 upon 100 and has to do retest. screwed man...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah wells. Lit was so-so, English was a bit better, Geography was risky(50% depends on one question and im not sure!!!) and there's still History to go. And the retest. ah wells persevere then pia maple!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whee kthnxbye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8372671-110863604519776098?l=irockerz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irockerz.blogspot.com/feeds/110863604519776098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8372671&amp;postID=110863604519776098' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372671/posts/default/110863604519776098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372671/posts/default/110863604519776098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irockerz.blogspot.com/2005/02/exams.html' title='Exams.'/><author><name>i did something</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12796854453404142590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8372671.post-110855201915936153</id><published>2005-02-16T03:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-16T03:06:59.160-08:00</updated><title type='text'>TwoFaces</title><content type='html'>this was the topic that i talked about last year for tt ridiculously biassed public speaking competition where the great TCHS and the (notasgreatbutbetterthantheothers) Nanyang won... absolutely nothing? guess what? the judges all from ACS and RI mah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah well. i just talked to my mom's fren on the phone im my "answering impressively" voice. and i realised something. what if - i couldnt differantiate between my normal and my pretend voice(s)? what if i wasnt sure which was which? we were learning in literature about how face apint use din the Lord of the Flies obscured one's identity. is it the same without voice?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because for me, my voice paints a thousand pictures. its like they all say " wah so guai" while those who know me are like "ya right!". and the other day ms ong commented at the busstop that when i acted, i sounded so emotionless in playing my role she was shocked and didnt think it was really me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is tt true? have i really become liddat? tag! whee haha... and join friendster. if u do add my yahoo mail k?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8372671-110855201915936153?l=irockerz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irockerz.blogspot.com/feeds/110855201915936153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8372671&amp;postID=110855201915936153' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372671/posts/default/110855201915936153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372671/posts/default/110855201915936153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irockerz.blogspot.com/2005/02/twofaces.html' title='TwoFaces'/><author><name>i did something</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12796854453404142590</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-8372671.post-110846570684175714</id><published>2005-02-15T03:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-15T03:08:26.846-08:00</updated><title type='text'>No Time Le.</title><content type='html'>Hi All. hah im sounding more like a chairman even when i blog. ah wells thats the way it is. erm very busy today tomorrow is Math and Lit pray for me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some Jokes and a Nice Song:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At New York's Kennedy airport today, an individual later discovered to be a public school teacher was arrested trying to board a flight while in possession of a ruler, a protractor, a setsquare, a slide rule, and a calculator. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At a morning press conference, Attorney General John Ashcroft said he believes the man is a member of the notorious al-gebra movement. He is being charged by the FBI with carrying weapons of math instruction. "Al-gebra is a fearsome cult,", Ashcroft said. "They desire average solutions by means and extremes, and sometimes go off on tangents in search of absolute value. They use secret code names like "x" and "y" and refer to themselves as "unknowns", but we have determined they belong to a common denominator of the axis of medieval with coordinates in every country. "As the Greek philanderer Isosceles used to say, there are 3 sides to every triangle," Ashcroft declared. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When asked to comment on the arrest, President Bush said, "If God had wanted us to have better weapons of math instruction, He would have given us more fingers and toes. "I am gratified that our government has given us a sine that it is intent on protracting us from these math-dogs who are willing to disintegrate us with calculus disregard. Murky statisticians love to inflict plane on every sphere of influence," the President said, adding: "Under the circumferences, we must differentiate their root, make our point, and draw the line." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;President Bush warned, "These weapons of math instruction have the potential to decimal everything in their math on a scalene never before see unless we become exponents of a Higher Power and begin to factor-in random facts of vertex." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Attorney General Ashcroft said, "As our Great Leader would say, read my ellipse. Here is one principle he is uncertainty of: though they continue to multiply, their days are numbered as the hypotenuse tightens around their necks."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha... yeah man down with algebra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;erm Clay Aiken's Invisible. Like it lots... ask me for mp3 in tag if u want. it rocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Invisible&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatcha? doin? tonight&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could be a fly on your wall&lt;br /&gt;Are you really alone&lt;br /&gt;Who's stealin' your dreams&lt;br /&gt;Why can't I bring you into my life&lt;br /&gt;What would it take to make you see that I'm alive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;If I was invisible&lt;br /&gt;Then I could just watch you in your room&lt;br /&gt;If I was invincible&lt;br /&gt;I'd make you mine tonight&lt;br /&gt;If hearts were unbreakable&lt;br /&gt;Then I could just tell you where I stand&lt;br /&gt;I would be the smartest man&lt;br /&gt;If I was invisible&lt;br /&gt;(Wait..I already am)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw your face in the crowd&lt;br /&gt;I call out your name&lt;br /&gt;You don't hear a sound&lt;br /&gt;I keep tracing your steps&lt;br /&gt;Each move that you make&lt;br /&gt;Wish I could read what goes through your mind&lt;br /&gt;Wish you could touch me with the colors of your life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;If I was invisible&lt;br /&gt;Then I could just watch you in your room&lt;br /&gt;If I was invincible&lt;br /&gt;I'd make you mine tonight&lt;br /&gt;If hearts were unbreakable&lt;br /&gt;Then I can just tell you where I stand&lt;br /&gt;I would be the smartest man&lt;br /&gt;If I was invisible&lt;br /&gt;(Wait..I already am)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I reach out&lt;br /&gt;But you don't even see me&lt;br /&gt;Even when I'm scream out&lt;br /&gt;Baby, you don't hear me&lt;br /&gt;I am nothing without you&lt;br /&gt;Just a shadow passing through...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Repeat Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I was invisible...If I was invisible...If I was invisible...If I was invisible...If I was invisible...If I was invisible...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;his singing rocks. rock on mannnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-if i was invisible-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8372671-110846570684175714?l=irockerz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irockerz.blogspot.com/feeds/110846570684175714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8372671&amp;postID=110846570684175714' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372671/posts/default/110846570684175714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372671/posts/default/110846570684175714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irockerz.blogspot.com/2005/02/no-time-le.html' title='No Time Le.'/><author><name>i did something</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12796854453404142590</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-8372671.post-110828356653845165</id><published>2005-02-13T00:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-13T00:32:46.543-08:00</updated><title type='text'>erm?</title><content type='html'>So, it’s the last day before my tests start. Im feeling REALLY great. But just before im gonna plunge myself into the horrible mental stress and torture and hopefully, emerge alive one week later, let me say a few words. Recently, after reading Jeremy and Jonathan’s blog posts, I feel that I have something to say about it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DISCLAIMER: I am using people as examples here. Some examples may be cruel or rude but its your choice to read this. This is in no way a personal attack on anyone and whether you want to read is purely YOUR OWN DECISION. Thanks =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I am not wrong, the whole issue is about self worth and stuff and perfection blahblahblah. Or at least that’s how I see it. I had lots to say in the morning but ah well short term memory. Firstly, I feel this world is unfair. Take a look at Jeremy and Jonathan and Pigsie. They are extremely smart. That’s right. Compared to the rest of us, they are extremely smart. And we are supposed to be gifted…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the point is, no doubt they have put in hard work. No doubt they have spent time studying. I am not saying they are some slackers who just ‘smarted’ their way to where they are. But look at it this way. (everyone likes to be praised whether they will admit it or not but no one likes to be criticized unless they are really humble or really dumb. So I shall use myself as an example.) Compared to them, I am nowhere as gifted in the area of Math. To put it blatantly, I SUCK at Math. When I am listening to the lesson, I don’t understand anything except for rare occasions when I catch a glimpse of easier concepts like 1+1. but look at them. They all deny it like “ oh im not smart. Stop it im really very stupid” but what does this really mean to us?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See they are like fifteen steps ahead and are gaining more steps with each second while I am like “ huh?” and sorta going backwards in comparison. Hence, if they say they suck, then what are we? Or more specifically, what am I? That’s why I hate to see people saying “ oh im not good at this.” When they obviously are! Look at Ho jia Jun. So yesyesyes, Samuel lee is more talented than him in drawing. But the fact that he was/is in the arts elective programme means that he has talent! He’s better than most of us! But why does he keep saying “ I suck I suck I suck I suck?” is that a cheap attempt at being humble? Ok, im not just targeting Ho. Lots of people do that. Take jonathan lee for example. On his recent blog post, he was like “ im not intelligent. Im fat. Im ugly. “ the fat ugly or fashion dinosaur thing is largely opiniated. Hey, if you think jon lee’s hot suit yourself. But dumb? Stupid? That’s just wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, when we say “ im so smart “ we appear very proud. But when we put ourselves down to appear humble or just follow the crowd, stop and think for a moment. Jeremy said he was FAT? UGLY? He’s not only insulting like 90% of the male population, he’s also insulting the taste of all the girls who have a crush on him or think he’s hot. So he thinks he’s ugly. Fat? FAT? FFAAAAAATTTTTTTT? No way. How can someone with abs be fat? Its like saying han chang is too thin. Or like saying phang is too manly. Or like saying “ joseph is the most serious crapper I’ve ever known cuz he NEVER laughs”&lt;br /&gt;Get what I mean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its like really screwed if you believed that Jeremy is fat, or jonathan lee is stupid, or ho jia jun is sucky at art. I know what im good or bad at, and im not gonna like say I suck or rock when I don’t. except when Im crapping of course ^^ like for studies, im good at Languages and Lit, but suck at math. Really really suck. See?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im not trying to make everyone start saying they rock. But its bad toput yourself down. Trying praising yourself sometime. Its addictive =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*do comment! tagtagtag&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8372671-110828356653845165?l=irockerz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irockerz.blogspot.com/feeds/110828356653845165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8372671&amp;postID=110828356653845165' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372671/posts/default/110828356653845165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372671/posts/default/110828356653845165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irockerz.blogspot.com/2005/02/erm.html' title='erm?'/><author><name>i did something</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12796854453404142590</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-8372671.post-110796423995020683</id><published>2005-02-09T07:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-09T07:50:39.950-08:00</updated><title type='text'>CNY</title><content type='html'>Hi all! im feeling much... happier since the start of these hols and since my visitor counter has been jumping like crazy. whee ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, our school had CNY celebrations. we didnt do much except slack and talk about Maplestory at the back. Yi Jun and i got tired of the thing so we sneaked out at nine, half an hour before it was suppossed to end. but me being the loyal and trustworthy friend i am, i went back to help Han chang out. He was... more noticeable. So i went in. And just as i was gonna get him out, the teachers started doing their stuff. which meant that they started guarding the exits so that no one could even go to the loo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, was i in a dilemna. sadly, i abandoned han chang while arranging to meet up later before i made a mad dash for it. How you ask. Well, i just jumped up, grabbed my stomach as realistically as i could, and rushed out of the hall in the direction of the toilet. As i neared it, i made a turn and dashed down the very very nearby stairs. No one gave chase!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so happily, i went off and met up with yi jun and got to hpps. Well, the teachers weren't in the staff room so we went off to the hall. It was crowded and sweaty and humid and it stank. Gao lao shi sported this totally rad hairstyle... with spikes and all. =) haha... she looked different. we talked to the teachers before going back down to the staff room where we met the ret of the TCHS people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;unable to resist the allure of sweet soccer, we went off even though i had this " dont get sweaty " plan. sufficient to say. it really didnt work out quite well. In the first match, me keefe and han chang versused lester, yi jun, marcus. I scored three goals! whee we won three to one. it was... easy. amazingly, marcus was rather sucky. like he is normally. oh well. then david koh came along and joined them. no bigg diff, thrashed them 2-0. Just as i was preparing for another round of thrashing ^^ , the acs and ri people arrived. so we played ri versus the rest. needless to say, they were like super pro but we kept them at bay and i played a magnificent corner. to tell the truth, it was rather lucky as i just whacked it and it flew beautifully... pity marcus didn't score. i netted one more goal to get a double hat trick before slacking. all along, it turned out that the girls ( yi kai zoe samantha theresa ) had been watching. just then, along came chermaine. and hui shi and shao wen and gloria.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chermaine as usual did the " im really cool" stuff with sammi like acting cool and looking at us play with that kind of guai guai look. lol... then in the end she went off with her NY frens to shop or something. they made her say bye to every boy starting with me though. but it was rather okay...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me phang hiippy and yi jun set off to watch Constantine/Racing Stripes. Ms Ong was suppossed to tag along but she got ripped off by a cheapo handphone dealer and was too pissed to come. so we happily took a 61 and went off. i slept a bit and drank up hiippy's and phang's slurpee's! got a slight tummyache after tt =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we went off and queue up for tix to constantine. as we bought four, we tried to reach zoo to ask her if she wanted but nooooooooooooooooo, she didnt answer. so we just went all the way down and as we were going to eat lunch, she called. and wanted to watc. so we went up again. and this is where it all began... *dreamy look and pictures start floating in with a white haze around them*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first, we queued and found out that there were no seats next to our current seats. so sadly, we tried to ask Zoe if she would mind sitting by herself. guess what? no answer again! so we were stuck. just then, a brilliant idea crept into my mind. sell our tix and go watch another show! pahng was damn pissed and said " joseph..." in his im gonna kick your balls voice. well, me and yi jun wanted our cash back so we approached a group of youngsters to sell our tickets. horror of horrors, they only wanted three tix. but three is better than zero, so after bargaining, we settled for $7.50 per tix. guess what? they gave us 5 bucks extra haha serves them right. but phang still wasnt paid yet. and he was pissed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i had to walk around with one increasingly crumpled ticket trying to sell it desperately to people. like most of them were couples and lovebirds and stuff and so it was hard. many said " maybe" and many went off buying from the cinema place when they could have bought from me. Phang got more and more pissed and i got more and more worried. just at tt moment, i tried one last time. and guess what? tt guy bought it! and i got $4 extra... =) so everyone except Phang was happy. and we began to go home. but we met Zoe on the way and Phang twisted everything and tried to blame me but everyone knows he's a bitch so ya...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went home and prepared for dinner at grandma's place. Whee... when we reached there there was plenty of yummy food and i was like " gimme tt! " cuz i hadnt eaten a thing. then the satay rocked and the bee hoon rocked and so did the abalone and the ba kwa. mmmm... only thing i missed was the past three years of KFC. oh well less fats. then eunice came! haha smsed zoe about eunice and this show we were watching called rat race which totally rocked. i have the vcd ask if you want... might show it for class bonding movie =) sure laugh one...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we played  sparklers and pop pop thingys then we set fire to boxes and newspapers and there was a lot of ash then we set fire to noisy sparklers... ten at a go lol my cuz was frightened beyond belief. then after cleaning up, i got to carry my uber cute 4 year old cousin up the stairs. and he was really well behaved cuz he was scared of the dark stairs in the back alley we were using. haha so fun... he was a bit heavy but ok la...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we went home rather late and i talked quite a lot to eunice and told a few jokes. but i feel she has changed through secondary school. its not exactly describable but... you can feel its. she's more independent now, less shy and conservative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is that good? aiyoh so much to blog about shall blog tomorrow. i've been sitting here for like 40 mins typing all this out non stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whee happy lunar new year kthnxbye &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8372671-110796423995020683?l=irockerz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irockerz.blogspot.com/feeds/110796423995020683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8372671&amp;postID=110796423995020683' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372671/posts/default/110796423995020683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372671/posts/default/110796423995020683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irockerz.blogspot.com/2005/02/cny.html' title='CNY'/><author><name>i did something</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12796854453404142590</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-8372671.post-110766398214016194</id><published>2005-02-05T20:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-05T20:26:22.140-08:00</updated><title type='text'>screw my brother.</title><content type='html'>i am very pissed. very very pissed. i did not intend to blog. but i am pissed and so i shall. he went and read my SMS again. wtf. can't he respect my privacy? somemore go and show my aprents... then another interrogation session. my brother sucks. always fighting with me getting me into to trouble. im pissed. complains about me screwing up my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well on the brighter side. i feel like no one's reading my blog except ho. and i read his blog too... i find ho a rilli good fren and i totally disagree with what he says on his blog abt him being  loser and stupid. he's a really smart guy and he can achieve great hings if he only believes in himself. so there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ermermerm kthnxbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~lookin forward to Tuesday~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8372671-110766398214016194?l=irockerz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irockerz.blogspot.com/feeds/110766398214016194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8372671&amp;postID=110766398214016194' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372671/posts/default/110766398214016194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372671/posts/default/110766398214016194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irockerz.blogspot.com/2005/02/screw-my-brother.html' title='screw my brother.'/><author><name>i did something</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12796854453404142590</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-8372671.post-110718349954565680</id><published>2005-01-31T06:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-31T06:58:19.546-08:00</updated><title type='text'>queez</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/T/torinaura/1093831921_uresalways.jpg" border="0" alt="kawaii, desu ne?" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your label is the Nice girl/guy.  You tend to care&lt;br /&gt;for others over yourself.  However, many people&lt;br /&gt;appreciate your caring side and would rather&lt;br /&gt;stick by you than hurt you.  But, there is a&lt;br /&gt;downside. Some tend to abuse your kindness and&lt;br /&gt;take advantage of you.  You always try to see&lt;br /&gt;the good in everyone and try not to hate.&lt;br /&gt;Also, you have sharp insight and a great&lt;br /&gt;personality.  Calm, serene, and understanding,&lt;br /&gt;you make a worthy friend and a valuble ally to&lt;br /&gt;people in need.  Don't change your sweet&lt;br /&gt;nature, your constant being-there can save a&lt;br /&gt;life.  &lt;p&gt; I suggest your go into a field that&lt;br /&gt;centers around working with others such as a&lt;br /&gt;doctor, baby-sitter, psychologist, lifeguard,&lt;br /&gt;or Teacher.  If none of these occupations&lt;br /&gt;interest you, it is okay then.  I am sure that&lt;br /&gt;there are plenty of oppertunities out there for&lt;br /&gt;you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/torinaura/quizzes/What%20type%20of%20teenager%20are%20you%3F/"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:-1;"&gt;What type of teenager are you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:-3;"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/G/ghettokitty/1047299736_entrancing.jpg" border="0" alt="entrancing" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have an entrancing kiss~ the kind that leaves&lt;br /&gt;your partner bedazzled and maybe even feeling&lt;br /&gt;he/she is dreaming.  Quite effective; the kiss&lt;br /&gt;that never lessens and always blows your&lt;br /&gt;partner away like the first time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/ghettokitty/quizzes/What%20kind%20of%20kiss%20are%20you%3F/"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:-1;"&gt;What kind of kiss are you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:-3;"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/C/coreina/1080315267_raaaa2.bmp.jpg" border="0" alt="2" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PASSIONATE LOVER. You love to love, always looking&lt;br /&gt;for a relationship. You cannot live without it.&lt;br /&gt;Your lover must be passionate  and you want&lt;br /&gt;that you and your partner melt into each other.&lt;br /&gt;He/She should not try to take the domination .&lt;br /&gt;You dont want a relationship without passion,&lt;br /&gt;and the sexuality plays a big part. The first&lt;br /&gt;moment you meet him/her is one of the most&lt;br /&gt;important. There has to be something between&lt;br /&gt;you , you cannot explain. From the first moment&lt;br /&gt;on everything must fix. But when this passion&lt;br /&gt;disappears you disappear to. For you it is&lt;br /&gt;better to leave than to see your love&lt;br /&gt;restrained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PLEASE VOTE, I want to know what you think about my&lt;br /&gt;quiz, I worked hard on it.You can always&lt;br /&gt;message me or tell me how I can improve that&lt;br /&gt;quiz. Ill sure write back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/coreina/quizzes/%09~THE%20big%20LOVE%20TEST!!%20What%20do%20you%20need%3F%20With%20PICS!%20For%20girls%20and%20boys!~/"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:-1;"&gt;    ~THE big LOVE TEST!! What do you need? With PICS! For girls and boys!~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:-3;"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/T/truly-dippy/1061401756_topdreams2.jpg" border="0" alt="Morpheus" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morpheus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/truly-dippy/quizzes/%3F%3F%20Which%20Of%20The%20Greek%20Gods%20Are%20You%20%3F%3F/"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:-1;"&gt;?? Which Of The Greek Gods Are You ??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:-3;"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Your Hidden Power Is &lt;b&gt;Water&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have a rather calm soul, but when tempted will get pissed off at those who bug you. You do whatever you can in your powers to help those of your allies and have a okay taste for human kind, but you find them rather annoying on occasions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Gem Stone:&lt;/b&gt; Saphire, &lt;b&gt;Eye Color:&lt;/b&gt;Ice Blue,&lt;b&gt;Hair Color:&lt;/b&gt;Dark Blue that's long that goes to your waist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Quote:&lt;/b&gt;If you wait for me Then I'll come for you. Although I've travelled far, I always hold a place for you In my heart. If you think of me, If you miss me once in a while, Then I'll return to you. I'll return and fill that space in your heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/S/starlitnight38/1103928239_esyukirin2.jpg" border="0" alt="yukirin2" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're a very bubbly, happy, caring person.  You&lt;br /&gt;love to be with your friends and you love&lt;br /&gt;making them happy. Your always willing to bend&lt;br /&gt;over backwards to help someone in need even if&lt;br /&gt;you don,t know them. Plus you love making new&lt;br /&gt;friends, which is why your always surrounded by&lt;br /&gt;people.  Remember though sometimes you need to&lt;br /&gt;concentrate on your work, you tend to not pay&lt;br /&gt;attention and can be rather spacey.  Also&lt;br /&gt;remember to do things for yourself sometimes&lt;br /&gt;and don,t let people take advantage of your&lt;br /&gt;giving nature.  Check out my new YYH Series ~A&lt;br /&gt;Bleeding Heart~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/starlitnight38/quizzes/Whats%20Your%20Personality(with%20PICS)/"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:-1;"&gt;Whats Your Personality(with PICS)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:-3;"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/N/nekokittychi/1075174804_sAirSprite.jpg" border="0" alt="Air" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your element is Air: Carefree, lovable, fun and&lt;br /&gt;childish. Arent you cute! Your just full of&lt;br /&gt;childhood spunk and happiness! Hey who said&lt;br /&gt;being young was a bad thing? You have a keen&lt;br /&gt;understanding of whats good in life and choose&lt;br /&gt;to remain happy rather than get too upset over&lt;br /&gt;things. Life is fun, who wants to be troubled&lt;br /&gt;by grown-up problems? Being as capable of love&lt;br /&gt;as you are you will make a wonderful parent if&lt;br /&gt;and when you choose to grow up. Love is a&lt;br /&gt;mystery because you only want friends not love&lt;br /&gt;interests, games are better than relationships&lt;br /&gt;with the opposite sex. You have what everyone&lt;br /&gt;is searching for, that so called 'fountain of&lt;br /&gt;youth' deep inside. You can come across as&lt;br /&gt;naive and childish at times. But who cares what&lt;br /&gt;they think, lets go play tag!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/nekokittychi/quizzes/.%3A-%7CWhat%20is%20your%20true%20element%3F%7C-%3A.%20-With%20Anime%20Pictures%20and%20detailed%20answers-/"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:-1;"&gt;.:-|What is your true element?|-:. -With Anime Pictures and detailed answers-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:-3;"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/R/Riptide/1068089562_sSeanRobin.jpg" border="0" alt="Robin" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; You are most like Robin! A leader and fearless by&lt;br /&gt;nature, you tend to dive straight into&lt;br /&gt;something without thinking. You have a hard&lt;br /&gt;time trusting your friends sometimes and you&lt;br /&gt;are extremely serious when you have to. You&lt;br /&gt;don't like being compared to someone you are a&lt;br /&gt;rival with and sometimes your temper gets the&lt;br /&gt;best of you. Out of all of your friends you&lt;br /&gt;might be the one who dreams to be leader or is&lt;br /&gt;the leader. Whatever the reason sometimes you&lt;br /&gt;need to look before you leap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/Riptide/quizzes/Which%20Teen%20Titans%20Character%20Are%20You%3F/"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:-1;"&gt;Which Teen Titans Character Are You?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:-3;"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/D/DieColdHearted/1105904866_sktopcold2.jpg" border="0" alt="http://members.rogers.com/lim.jennifer/cold2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In your eyes, people see shards of ice&lt;br /&gt;everywhere... You are cold and distant, pushing&lt;br /&gt;away people that love you and truely care for&lt;br /&gt;you! You want to be able to reach out and love&lt;br /&gt;them but... You can't for some reason... You're&lt;br /&gt;just too.... You :P Underneath that cold&lt;br /&gt;exterior lies a warm, happy soul that wants to&lt;br /&gt;let loose and have fun! Your sanctuary would&lt;br /&gt;probably be anywhere up high where you can look&lt;br /&gt;down on life below you, like the roof of an&lt;br /&gt;apartment building... Your eyes resemble a&lt;br /&gt;saddened, crestfallen person seeking out&lt;br /&gt;attention, but doesn't know how to handle it.&lt;br /&gt;However, you do find comfort from your friends,&lt;br /&gt;they're always there for you, and they know the&lt;br /&gt;REAL you :) Even though you do seem rather&lt;br /&gt;cold, you can be very protective over something&lt;br /&gt;you truely believe in or love. Let go of that&lt;br /&gt;"tough" rep and just be you! It's&lt;br /&gt;impossible to live life without some fun and&lt;br /&gt;love ^-^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/DieColdHearted/quizzes/What%20Lies%20Behind%20Your%20Eyes%3F%20(With%20Pics%2C%20See%20All%20Results!)/"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:-1;"&gt;What Lies Behind Your Eyes? (With Pics, See All Results!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:-3;"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whee ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8372671-110718349954565680?l=irockerz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irockerz.blogspot.com/feeds/110718349954565680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8372671&amp;postID=110718349954565680' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372671/posts/default/110718349954565680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372671/posts/default/110718349954565680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irockerz.blogspot.com/2005/01/queez.html' title='queez'/><author><name>i did something</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12796854453404142590</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-8372671.post-110718195620752732</id><published>2005-01-31T06:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-31T06:32:36.206-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ACS? YUCKS...</title><content type='html'>Oh Well. Who would have guessed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're an ACSI boy! You love to act cool, and most&lt;br /&gt;of the time, you pull it off. The girls seem to&lt;br /&gt;like this style, so oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:-1;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/telrunya/quizzes/Which%20school%20in%20Singapore%20suits%20you%20most%3F/"&gt;Which school in Singapore suits you most?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:-3;"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh. i am so not an ACS boy. But i wouldn't mind the girls like this style part... hehe. oh well. todays was a ...okay day? met up with cuz for dinner but damn ex lor. ended up broke... &gt;.&lt; Oh well. Next three days no skooL.. drip with ENVY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we get lessons thru MSN haha... slacker heaven. ms heaven. junk food heaven. crap during lesson and eat food too lesson. haha just found out howard did it too...and he's a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;CHIJ GIRL!!!!! OR RATHER LADY... WELL LIKED BY BOTH SEXES AND DEMURE =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;lol kthnxbye&lt;/span&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/8372671-110718195620752732?l=irockerz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irockerz.blogspot.com/feeds/110718195620752732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8372671&amp;postID=110718195620752732' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372671/posts/default/110718195620752732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372671/posts/default/110718195620752732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irockerz.blogspot.com/2005/01/acs-yucks.html' title='ACS? YUCKS...'/><author><name>i did something</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12796854453404142590</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-8372671.post-110698461047486571</id><published>2005-01-28T23:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-28T23:43:30.473-08:00</updated><title type='text'>APOLOGY</title><content type='html'>apologies to Yq for telling you to go to www.perfect10.com. I thought you knew. really. im sorry k?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joseph&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8372671-110698461047486571?l=irockerz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irockerz.blogspot.com/feeds/110698461047486571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8372671&amp;postID=110698461047486571' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372671/posts/default/110698461047486571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372671/posts/default/110698461047486571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irockerz.blogspot.com/2005/01/apology.html' title='APOLOGY'/><author><name>i did something</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12796854453404142590</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-8372671.post-110697918846029328</id><published>2005-01-28T22:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-28T22:13:08.460-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday Night Fever</title><content type='html'>Did i go out for a swinging wild party you ask? or was i bogeying away to a funkayy tune on saturday Night? The Answer? Neither of the above. Tehn why saturday night fever? Its rather... LAME... but i was having this fever on Saturday Night. There you go! Haha am still recovering keeping relapsing... Evan if you read this i might not go to church today k? Sigh eyes hurt when i stare too long and when i try to turn em iwthout turning my head. And you thought your life was bad. Amazingly, the one good thing tt happened to me today was HowHow BowWow actually asked me if i was okay... i expected anyone but him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well still have homework hope i can recover in time... and finnish the notice board by Monday or i'll have survived for nothing. am i a good/sucky chairman? Tag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joseph&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8372671-110697918846029328?l=irockerz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irockerz.blogspot.com/feeds/110697918846029328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8372671&amp;postID=110697918846029328' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372671/posts/default/110697918846029328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372671/posts/default/110697918846029328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irockerz.blogspot.com/2005/01/saturday-night-fever.html' title='Saturday Night Fever'/><author><name>i did something</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12796854453404142590</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-8372671.post-110674414938951914</id><published>2005-01-26T04:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-26T04:55:49.390-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't Wanna Think About You ( And Happy Bdae Evan!)</title><content type='html'>Haha... im a privileged guy enjoying simple pleasures. Simple Plan for angsty moments and ranting and Westlife for... just pure king of music =) Seriously these two bands... can listen forever one la. Anyone needs their songs tell me no one should be DEPRIVED!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was a ... Day. Hiippy wanted to eat in class and den i din let him and he started saying i suck and f*** me and stuff for like the whole day. made me rilli pissed... but we made up like good frens always do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a fight at dinner. Dad got rilli pissed and almost made me go outof d house. All because my borther smashed my brownie into my porridge. How smart. and it wasnt my fault that i had to hold his arms down cuz he was trying to smash a porridge-dripping brownie into my face. Parents can be childish sometimes.. but we know better ya fellow teens? &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evan, Thanks so much for being such a cool fren! Happy and Blessed Birthday Evan... =) May you grow in your walk with the Lord daily and may your grades prosper and many many chio bus come your way haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well anyway feel much better after ranting. Its rather fun tho ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Living Da Vida Loca&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joseph&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8372671-110674414938951914?l=irockerz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irockerz.blogspot.com/feeds/110674414938951914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8372671&amp;postID=110674414938951914' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372671/posts/default/110674414938951914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372671/posts/default/110674414938951914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irockerz.blogspot.com/2005/01/dont-wanna-think-about-you-and-happy.html' title='Don&apos;t Wanna Think About You ( And Happy Bdae Evan!)'/><author><name>i did something</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12796854453404142590</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-8372671.post-110666302510411049</id><published>2005-01-25T06:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-25T06:23:45.136-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Man...</title><content type='html'>on a blogging spree these days. whee today was rather fun had this truth and dare thingy and some sharing and bonding time. Getting to know me EDC frens better haha actually just to make things clear Phang is quite a nice guy... but nvm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erm actually i was and am rather stressed... parents kep asking me why? well... its THEM.they like " do this" do that! and llike " why cant you be like so and so?" wtf. so its normal. but it like...gets pissifying. i do understand jeremy's rants because i get the same bull shit just more. Why cant they see how burdened i already am?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its like " i dun care even tho i dun noe but u better listen cuz im ur parent."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guess what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8372671-110666302510411049?l=irockerz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irockerz.blogspot.com/feeds/110666302510411049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8372671&amp;postID=110666302510411049' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372671/posts/default/110666302510411049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372671/posts/default/110666302510411049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irockerz.blogspot.com/2005/01/man.html' title='Man...'/><author><name>i did something</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12796854453404142590</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-8372671.post-110657601983524022</id><published>2005-01-24T06:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-24T06:13:39.836-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why All This?</title><content type='html'>Sigh. Sometimes i just feel like its impossible, that i cant achieve what i've set out to do. It just seems so hopeless. I've tried, and i've been distracted and i may not have done as well as others and i maay not always be a perfect role model or someone who did everything right but I TRIED damnit. And it doesn't help when certain people can only offer negative comments and just put me down time and again. Even when i've done somehthing right they could just shut up but no... they have to crap up somemore shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, im crappy im irritating im lousy at math im short im dumb i look like crap WHATEVER. Do you have to continously rub it in? im trying so hard can't you see? im getting distracted along the way by so many things its true but im human see? im not perfect like [ jeremy yongquan guan yu ] but hell, im trying. chairman wasnt easy. i never said it was. but cant you just give me this chance? this chance to try? its not like im perfect. so they are. but im not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8372671-110657601983524022?l=irockerz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irockerz.blogspot.com/feeds/110657601983524022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8372671&amp;postID=110657601983524022' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372671/posts/default/110657601983524022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372671/posts/default/110657601983524022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irockerz.blogspot.com/2005/01/why-all-this.html' title='Why All This?'/><author><name>i did something</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12796854453404142590</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-8372671.post-110627404602646109</id><published>2005-01-20T18:18:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-20T18:20:46.026-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Taboo Games of Youth...</title><content type='html'>Eh hi all again... its tuff being a  chairman got lotsa things to do and stuff... peer pressure too. But i'll cope ^^ Gonna watch this cooL show on Monday i promise to review it k? haha yesterday i went to see the dentist hence i mised IRS... sigh. Tooth still hurts she says its pushing through the gums might have pus and NON_STOP 24 HOUR ACHING! well at least less homework to be done... argh i cant even play MS without resting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh... Imjustakid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8372671-110627404602646109?l=irockerz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irockerz.blogspot.com/feeds/110627404602646109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8372671&amp;postID=110627404602646109' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372671/posts/default/110627404602646109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372671/posts/default/110627404602646109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irockerz.blogspot.com/2005/01/taboo-games-of-youth.html' title='Taboo Games of Youth...'/><author><name>i did something</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12796854453404142590</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-8372671.post-110585707220024799</id><published>2005-01-15T22:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-15T22:31:12.200-08:00</updated><title type='text'>So Long...</title><content type='html'>so long and not one blog post... well sufficient to say lots have happened over the past few days. As the Chairman of my class, slacking is not an option anymore and i have to obey all the rules i set. Which is harder than you can imagine. like recently i came under fire for like... making a call in class?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well. on a brighter side, church was fun. as in it was my cell group's turn to serve drinks and stuff then the evil bellejoy made me serve her and three other frens including sumin. youth service rocked as usual haha evan and i popped a balloon really loud when everything was quiet then like people were laughing really hard... saw joseph's secret balloon stash that was soon emtied... i felt pastor Glenn gave quite a nice sermon haha evan and i played this "clap before anyone else" game like this :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when he says " and it is no other than..." we start clapping really loud ahaha everyone like hears us =) it was quite fun took some notes then we compared bubble handwriting. Evan thinks my "S" isnt nice but i think his isn't nice either... haha. Almost went for dinner with belle but in the end went out with parents and lil bro... watched rooney score an amazing goal shows his potential once more... he's gonna be famous someday. wait... he already is. oh well. and thanks evan for those cool polyphonic ringtones =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHE WILL BE LOVED!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha today went jogging @ 7 as usual then ate a nice breakfast, played some com with junnies then did homework. Math is hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;recently, i was asked to join track n field ( NO JOKE )... should i quit my English Drama who accepted me when i was down to join the super zaiiii track long distance? somemore ED have SYF this april... feel so bad. can i cope with schoolwork? but then again i wanna be a tracker... please tag and tell me what u think k?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Life-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8372671-110585707220024799?l=irockerz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irockerz.blogspot.com/feeds/110585707220024799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8372671&amp;postID=110585707220024799' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372671/posts/default/110585707220024799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372671/posts/default/110585707220024799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irockerz.blogspot.com/2005/01/so-long.html' title='So Long...'/><author><name>i did something</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12796854453404142590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8372671.post-110476289743830775</id><published>2005-01-03T06:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-03T06:34:57.436-08:00</updated><title type='text'>First Day of Skool</title><content type='html'>   &lt;br /&gt;    well, it was very unexpected but as my MSN nick proudly announces(yes its true) im the Chairman of my class. unbelieveable eh? some more so ironic i have to set rules like dont talk in class, dont eat in class etc... sigh. i think its a cruel irony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    well today was okay i guess for the first day of school was let off at 1.30 haha so early rite? the others like much much later lol. walked home with Leroy then wanted 2 play com but sadly... sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Now i have to go and plan for the class and do stuff hope i can still be a councillor though. anyone has connections to any hotel? i need to find one. msg me or something k? serious arh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; BYE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8372671-110476289743830775?l=irockerz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irockerz.blogspot.com/feeds/110476289743830775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8372671&amp;postID=110476289743830775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372671/posts/default/110476289743830775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372671/posts/default/110476289743830775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irockerz.blogspot.com/2005/01/first-day-of-skool.html' title='First Day of Skool'/><author><name>i did something</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12796854453404142590</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-8372671.post-110467274868654552</id><published>2005-01-02T05:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-02T05:32:28.686-08:00</updated><title type='text'>School... SkooL?</title><content type='html'>    well, after all that has transpired, today was a GREAT day. it began with a nice relaxing morning jog before i went to church with Leroy to attent this discussion thingy where i expounded on the theory of "G". will blog abt it sometime. Then after tt played table soccer large edition haha beat Leroy 10-6, 10-5, 10-8.    -tOtAlLy tHrAsH-    haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    den went home had a break then played com then his parents came over for spa!!!! whee i have a spa machine that goes bubbly boop. then he came over and while our parents talked for...*gasp* 2 hours!!! we played COM yay... then so funn yay. then play and play then we went out 2gether for dinner. then we ate nice nice yummy food then watched tv then went to play com AGAIN with Leroy. ahh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    oh weLL. before i end my blog i feel i should thank all my best frens who have helped me lots last year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pigsie - for being such a nice sis and for just... u noe being there. the chocs helped lots too haha bribe meeeee... but really pigsie u're so nice and smart i wish i was u... ah wellz. ur just nicee =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BelleJoy - for being one of my like best female fren(note the lack of connotations)... u v nice and bubbly always cher me up haha also nice to have sum1 2 tok 2 in church... and thanks for all the great pressies u gave u r great @ shopping lol...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zoo - for being a good and nice mei and for giving me tt cute Doraemon thingy ahah fun to play with... and for accompanying me and Hiippy to watch all dose movies lol it was fun rite?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evan - for lending me ur SpiderMAN bk and letting me go 2 ur house plenty and for being my highest attendance fren in church haha its always nice to talk 2 u... even tho u may not noe it. thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chermaine - for... haha u know la. phone bill decreased plenty this few months eh? haha... and i do still owe u 10000 mesos... &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leroy - haha for walking home with me daily and for always coming over to play and me going over to urs and for lifting me 2 schl each morning... being a great fren and crapping arnd and eating junk food and all. tho u may not read this but thanks =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and there's no order of merit so there... sleepy now so may have missed a few. but got most of them right? haha good night all nd a happy school year ahead !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8372671-110467274868654552?l=irockerz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irockerz.blogspot.com/feeds/110467274868654552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8372671&amp;postID=110467274868654552' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372671/posts/default/110467274868654552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372671/posts/default/110467274868654552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irockerz.blogspot.com/2005/01/school-skool.html' title='School... SkooL?'/><author><name>i did something</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12796854453404142590</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-8372671.post-110421341067725823</id><published>2004-12-27T21:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-28T22:01:33.656-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blessed New Year One And All =)</title><content type='html'>    haha hi all again... as promised here's the ending of that naked invisible boy book : he becomes visible and hangs out with the chio bu. happy ending isn't it? haha... am feeling rather happy now listening to Abba's Mama Mia very energetic and nice song highly reccommended for those of u who like them... i think its their best song then again its my personal opinion..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    haha on Sunday nite attended this dinner hosted by my church... v funny the pastors dressed up in funny costumes and sang and DANCED Mama Mia... and their moves were funky haha then we saw many more funny acts where the announcement guy dressed up as a rabbit =) everyone laughed till they fell down when Pastor Derek Hong tried to shave, eat a watermelon and banana and brush teeth at the same time cuz his hands were being controlled =) the food was ok la me and my fren called Peter had this food eating competition where we ate a lot and all sorts of disgusting stuff like fish eyeballs, tail, white gooey stuff behind head, butt of chicken, orange juice with chinese tea with soy sauce with chicken head and so on... amazing i din get diahorrea when i got home haha... o.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hm now have to go and do my chinese soon sigh. haha hmm Blessed New Yaer to all k? especially my family, frens and all who tag/read my blog =D aren't i such a nice guy? oh yes i almost forgot. yesterday i went off with Zoo and Hiippy to watch Kungfu Hustle. Stephen Chow ROCKS/roxxorz/IS KING!!! haha he was really funny and there were touching bits but plenty of fun and pure kungfu action where they spoof the Matrix, Shaolin Soccer and plenty more. well worth the $6.50 i paid ahahahahah even better Zoo treated us to lunch yay Zoo u Rock =) but evil STINGY Hiippy refused to fork out a cent BOO to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   thanks all u pple who gave me Xmas Pressies or well wishes. A short List from memory:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BelleJoy: cooL and totally rad Billabong wallet!!!! &lt;33333 i love it man...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zoo: This cute Doraemon thingy that dun fall no matter how u push it haha v cute...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pigsie : The LOVELY Melbourne chocs tt u gave me.. i finished it before i got home so nice haha thnx for just being my most Friendly Fren this year =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evan : For 'lending' me ur SpiderMan 2 book without u knowing it haha i promise i'll return it soon k?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abby : For hosting this totally rad party and letting us all ejoy ourselves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to the rest whom i have missed out, my sincere apologies and a big Thank You =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8372671-110421341067725823?l=irockerz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irockerz.blogspot.com/feeds/110421341067725823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8372671&amp;postID=110421341067725823' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372671/posts/default/110421341067725823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372671/posts/default/110421341067725823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irockerz.blogspot.com/2004/12/blessed-new-year-one-and-all.html' title='Blessed New Year One And All =)'/><author><name>i did something</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12796854453404142590</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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8372671.post-110396105413128480</id><published>2004-12-24T23:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-24T23:50:54.130-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Things Not Seen ( And Chio Bus Not Discovered)</title><content type='html'>    in case you were wondering, the title refers to the name of a book. or at least the first part of the title. i am now sitting in front of my computer feeling very tired from slacking all day. let me retrace the events that have taken place since yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    i woke up yesterday and went off to this place to like get a christmas present from my dad's fren. and guess what? the present was like... a giant turkey? gosh and it came with a carrier haha. i was reading the today paper and it said that Sly gave Maia an eeyore soft toy and she gave him a penknife and something else. she said she wanted a *gasp* nipple ring ahahahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    okay then i went to this cooL musical thing where they had some evangelistic skit haha TWO of my frens accepted Christ yay =) and btw thanks Yongquan for tt lovely Melnourne choc =) love it! oh yes... thanks Abby for the party too it was great hahaa... guess what yesterday i was like talking to abby on msn and she said her mom actually liked us? wow like such a cooL mom who actually can comment that we were " rowdy but funny " lol haha... o.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    aiyah too busy reading this book abt a invisible boy who walks arnd naked and this chio bu he met hahahahaha... appy ending? shall blog later cya :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8372671-110396105413128480?l=irockerz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irockerz.blogspot.com/feeds/110396105413128480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8372671&amp;postID=110396105413128480' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372671/posts/default/110396105413128480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372671/posts/default/110396105413128480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irockerz.blogspot.com/2004/12/things-not-seen-and-chio-bus-not.html' title='Things Not Seen ( And Chio Bus Not Discovered)'/><author><name>i did something</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12796854453404142590</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-8372671.post-110370723503593071</id><published>2004-12-22T01:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-22T01:20:35.036-08:00</updated><title type='text'>finally...</title><content type='html'>hahah i havent benn blogging for so long so here's a four thousand word entry about my holiday haha happy reading =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;My Take on the PaNgam Trip 2004&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;As I awoke sleepily with more than a hint of reluctance, groggy eyes threatening to close any moment, I dragged myself out of bed. Why this ungodly hour? With that question, the cobwebs in my brain melted away into nothingness at I remembered. Today was THE day! I was finally going to have a long awaited holiday! Shrugging off the remaining shackles that bound me to my bed, I dashed off to wash up as my parents stared in disbelief… &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;I whistled to the tune of “She’ll Be Coming Round the Mountain” as I pranced round the airport terminal waiting for my parents to book their tickets. The other eight families were already there and were waiting for us to have a quick breakfast before we set off for &lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Thailand&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;. Once we were done, we headed off to the airport canteen and sampled some of the bean curd soup there. As we were digging in heartily, an announcement was heard. “All Passengers boarding Tiger Airways for Bangkok Please Check in Now.” With that, we hurriedly polished off the last of the bean curd before grabbing our luggage and rushing off. To the average person at the airport, we must have looked quite a comical sight as forty of us complete with adults and children lugged heavy suitcases at the fastest speed possible. But finally, we made it just as the gates opened to let the passengers in…&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;It was relaxing to just sit there chatting with my friends or just take a nap, or even&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;watch the clouds roll by, thinking of what I could do when I had reached Thailand. The three short hours the journey took just sprouted wings and flew by as the plane landed. As we lined up at the immigration counter and prepared to collect our luggage, I had already planned out what I would be doing in my free time. Playing games with friends? Exploring my home for the next few days? Getting terrific bargains on branded goods? “All these and much, much more…” I thought to myself.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;I whistled yet another happy tune as I relaxed on the huge bus that had been hired for us. I must admit I was immensely surprised when I saw the plush, big and comfortable bus. I had expected a small van or a little bus at the most. But a two storey bus complete with television and three couches? I was in heaven. All of us kids were playing, reading, chatting and just being excited while the adults, over exhausted from lack of sleep and from keeping up with us, were taking what they call a ‘power nap’. Sadly for them, it was not to last long.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;We stopped at a restaurant to sample some of the local cuisine, our stomachs grumbling from the two hour bus ride. &lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Thailand&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; is much bigger than &lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Singapore&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;, we thought to ourselves as we sat down at the table. The dishes served were mainly consisting of seafood, which led my brother to proclaim his dislike for seafood with gusto. My mother took pains to convince him to sample the fried rice. But it was not to be. With his first mouthful, he spat it out and screamed. “Insect! Wah lau so unhygienic!!! I don’t want to eat anymore…” And from then on, no amount of persuasion would move him, not even for ice-cream.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;After all that had transpired, we were glad to hear that we were finally heading to our mountain resort to relax and unwind. When we reached our new home, PaNgam, we were surprised at the warm reception we received. They served us a ‘herb’ which tasted suspiciously like bird’s nest, delicious when chilled. They had a huge garden with huge rocks which we children proceeded to climb about on. A swing added a rustic effect to it all and the main building was far more modernized than we had expected. With these in mind, we had already developed high expectations of our room and the rest of the trip. The two owners, Mr A and Mr B were very successful. They owned a computer company and a hypermarket and were renowned in the area. &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;We were not disappointed. The room was made mostly of wood to give it a “close to nature” feeling. It was well furnished with two large beds per room, and a bathroom with a tree trunk design and pebbles adorning the floor. To my surprise, there was even a water heater! There was a lovely view of the surrounding forest and the air was fresh and clean. We ‘tested’ the beds for a few minutes before taking a quick shower. I then headed off with our neighbors, the Chan family for dinner at the campsite. It was served buffet style, with plenty for all. Dinner progressed slowly as everyone just enjoyed the lack of pressure to meet deadlines. It was a holiday after all. After dinner, a few of us took a slow stroll around the resort admiring the stillness and tranquility.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;Before long, they called us back to the campsite. It was a welcome ceremony – the ‘fire dance’. Approximately twenty of the staff there donned Indian costumes and paraded round. Suddenly, one of them wielding a stick set on fire spat out a liquid which burned when it touched the fire, lighting up the whole place. Simultaneously, the other nineteen of them did the same. The heat was so intense I could feel it from five meters away. Next, A and B twirled fire sticks back and forth in a dazzling display of control and skill as some others toyed around with metal chains lighted on one end. As the ceremony came to an end, we all clapped loudly and cheered. By this time, we were all tired and hence we proceeded to retreat to our rooms for a good night sleep. As I lay down, I thought to myself, “Tomorrow’s gonna be great!” …&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;I woke up in the morning to hear the birds chirping gaily in the trees. For a moment, I wondered where I was. Then I remembered it all, the activities we had had the past night and so on. I leapt out of bed to greet the rising sun while my brother slept on peacefully. It was just… different from &lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Singapore&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;. A better kind of different. &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;After washing up and lugging my brother out of bed, I went off for breakfast. The eating place was situated on the second floor of the main building, a place we would soon be familiarized with. The food was delicious to our hungry stomachs but not as good as the day before. The sheer amount of food made up for it however. I took three bowls of cereal, something I have never done before. It was indeed plentiful. After a filling breakfast, we gathered together at a small open-air meeting place at the first level for a meeting before we went about the pre-arranged activities. The adults gave us kids a brief briefing before we split up into two groups and proceeded to our stations. I was in Group Two and hence went off to the Flying Fox. &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;I had high expectations of a thrilling ride but alas, it was not to be. In my opinion, though many may disagree, it was too tame to provide any excitement. You rode from a platform to another, passing through the aforementioned garden and if you had a long reach, you could even pluck fruits from the low hanging trees. The scenery was what on could see without utilizing the Flying Fox, and hence was nothing great. We did some training for tomorrow’s abseiling and learned a few pointers and tips here and there from the instructor, Mr A. Once our group was done, we went off to the rock climbing station.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;My good friend Leroy had already attempted it and succeeded with ease and hence I was determined to complete it even if the person below had to pull me up all the way. After donning safety gear and specially modified shoes, I checked with my belayer to see if he was ready. When he gave the thumbs up sign, I started climbing. The first part was relatively easy as the rocks were close together and I made much headway with no struggle. Without knowing it, I had reached the center, the part where the entire rock face jutted out at an angle making it a challenge to be undertaken. I took a deep breath and reached for the closest rock with confidence. It was shattered when I discovered I couldn’t reach! I berated myself for not growing longer fingers at that time. Beads of sweat rolled down my forehead as I struggled to maintain a positive outlook. I tried numerous ways and means to reach the rock, even going to the extent of swinging back and forth on the rope.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;No matter how hard I tried, I just couldn’t do it. I swallowed my pride and called out below, “Help! Could someone pull me up?” I was thoroughly amazed at the response. My family and friends rushed over to help and I was soon comfortably within reach of that rock that seemed so insurmountable a few moments ago. Only then did I realize the importance of support and family. However, I had not truly appreciated their hard work yet. After I came down, I rushed to thank them for what they had done and grabbed a quick bite from the nearby snack counter. As I munched happily on a syrup-drenched pancake, my dad called for me to help pull him up. I rushed over and began to pull with all my strength, even using my body weight to weigh down the rope. I looked up in anticipation, expecting him to have already reached the top. He had barely moved at all. Frustrated, I called the others over to help. Slowly, step by step, grueling bit by grueling bit, we pulled him to the top. And then, only then did I realize how hard it had been.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;After a quick debrief, we headed off for lunch at the second floor again. It was satisfying to be able to eat in the knowledge that we had earned our meal through the morning’s trying activities. Everyone ate heartily and with gusto, and people relating their ‘exploits’ and ‘adventures’ to willing listeners could be heard all over. After lunch, I headed off to the garden with Leroy and a few of the small kids to play with our new pastime – the Styrofoam aeroplane. It is hard to describe why we were so fascinated with it but once Mr B showed it to us, the more affluent ones went off to buy one of their own while the more prudent ones tried out the test plane instead. It was relaxing and exhilarating at the same time just watching it fly and bragging about the ‘perfect landing’ to another. When we lay exhausted on the grass just taking in the fresh air and admiring scenery, the adults were also finished with their idle chit-chat and hence came along one by one to pick us up and bring us to our lodges for a siesta to prepare us for the afternoon activities.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;Time flew by as we had a quick change of clothes, a mental preparation, then off we went. Leroy’s dad, unconventional as always, had already scouted out the area before hand and led us through a shortcut to the meeting place, a large lake where the activities were going to be held. We donned our lifejackets in a jiffy and headed down to the edge of the lake for a quick briefing and demonstration by the staff. Once they were done, we were all raring to go. The first station was a rope bridge across the water which the whole family had to complete at a go. I led the way with my brother, my mom and finally my dad following behind. I found the task easily accomplished and soon crossed in no time at all. However, my parents found it a chore as they continuously struggled to get across. With some help from my brother and I as we held the rope straight, they made it across.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;The next station consisted of a few foam mats placed on the water to allow us to cross to another wooden floating platform. I ran across afraid that it might sink while my brother followed closely behind. My mom came next. As she stepped on the second platform, her left leg slipped and she fell on it, causing a huge blue black. My dad rushed to help her and almost made the entire mat sink with their combined weight. Slowly but surely, she got up and made her way across. This was not the end of the matter however. We followed up at the next station by pulling ourselves across the river on a raft. It was the easiest of the activities so far. Halfway, they ordered us to jump off and swim until we reached the shore. We did so and scrambled up the side using a wooden ladder, eager to get away from the muddy waters. Running along a small path, we reached the Flying Fox with a twist – it was over the water. With a deep breath, I stepped up to the platform, grabbed tightly onto the handle and swung out over the surface of the lake. The rush of adrenaline that followed made me yell out loud. When the Flying Fox stopped halfway, we were supposed to jump off. &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;With a yell and a splash, I plunged into the cold water and spluttered about while getting my bearings. I looked up to see my little brother heading straight for me! I immediately submerged myself and swam away rapidly. In a few seconds, I surfaced coughing and choking on the water. As I wiped the water off my eyes and opened them, a huge splash greeted me, making me cough and splutter all over again. After I finally got myself ‘operational’ again, we swam to the shore for the final challenge – the leap from the three storey high platform. The climbs up through the rope ladder hurt the bare feet of the climber and were a challenge themselves. When I reached the top, I took a glance down and wished I hadn’t. I braced myself and with a running jump, I leapt off the platform. It seemed so fast at the start that I curled myself up. But soon when I realized I hadn’t hit yet I looked down. Bad choice. With a loud splash and a mini tidal wave, I hit the water face first. And believe me, that HURT.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;After picking the pieces of myself out of the water, I dragged my self on shore hurting all over. Just as I was feeling a little better, I spotted the Yaps, another family, heading across the rope bridge for another try. I, never losing out, decided to follow suit. Halfway, it was getting cramped so I just dived into the water and swam there. The rest of them followed suit and the adults were laughing their heads off at that sight. Soon, we had all reached and proceeded to cross the mats – all at a go. The mats bobbed dangerously and almost sank under our weight but we dashed on being the young energetic boys we are. At the raft part, we were pulling ourselves across happily when suddenly we decided to jump off yet again and swim across. There was a lot of splashing and laughter that day. We re-did the course a few times, always avoiding the jump. Once was enough…&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;After a good long wash and a short rest, we all felt refreshed and cleansed from the muddy and smelly river water. On the way back we had been joking about Leroy being called G-Roy short for G-String Leroy, another long story. Needless to say, poor Leroy( G-Roy?) was turning red all over so we stopped before he got too embarrassed. This incident was to follow him for the rest of the camp and I still laugh when I think of G-Roy.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;Dinner soon followed and we had a barbecue by the stars. Sounds appetizing? The steak was the best part. As for the rest, the fries were soggy, the soup was cold, and the spaghetti was mediocre at best. I ate a quick meal with Leroy just to fill my stomach before we explored the tents – our choice of lodging for the night. It was rather large and could fit a family of four. There was a thick mattress and a blanket and pillows, making for a comfortable camping experience. After everyone had finished dinner, the adults headed to the main place for some entertainment while the kids gathered for a campfire.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;They told stories for a while but we started getting restless and fidgety. We could tell they were frustrated by the way they kept sighing loudly. Finally, one of the older kids in charge decided it was time to start the games. We were divided into three groups and play a series of three games. The first one was a screaming contest and with all kids in our group, we won that easily. The next one was a ‘identify your shoe ’ competition. Our group tried to cheat but alas, we were caught. And conveniently placed last. Next was a game called ‘7 – Up’. Our group, due to the lack of older kids, lost horribly with the younger kids unable to do their timestable. Finally our group, Charlie, lost. As a horrible and embarrassing forfeit, we had to do the infamous ‘ Banana Dance ’.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;It went something like this – “ Bananas of the World Unite! Palms Together! Elbows Together! Knees Together! Chop Chop Banana, Chop Chop! Shake Shake Banana, Shake Shake! Fry Fry Banana, Fry Fry! Banana… NA!” By the time we had finished it, the other were laughing till they cried…&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;After the games were over, we had our free time. We proceeded to the fire where we played with the coals and poured soft drinks on it. It may sound childish thinking back, but it was fun. There was this older girl called Su Ting who had cricket phobia. Another of the boys called Lance caught a cricket a planted it on her. The reaction was explosive. She jumped up and screamed and ran around and went to hide with one of the older boys. We all laughed at the sight of her running all around. Mr Eng Lock came over for a while and taught us the different star formations. Hence, the rest of the evening was spent watching stars. After we were all bored, Mr A and Mr B came up with the idea of a night-hike. After taking our trusty sticks, we left. The jungle was dark at night and we could hear wild animals and we were right next to the National Park where they could roam free. The guides showed us a few fireflies and we almost caught one but it flew away. We saw a group of bats flying past and a few of the girls screamed when they heard an animal emit a strange noise similar to that of a tiger.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;After the activities of the day and all the tiring things that had transpired, we were only too glad to return to our tent for a peaceful sleep. I shared a tent with Leroy and Sharlene and there was a lot of room for us to roll around. Leroy, restless, began to find fun in banging himself into the side of the tent. Sharlene soon followed suit and I, not wishing to lose out in the fun, began bumping about too. It was fun and the tent rocked from side to side and our neighbouring tent, the Heng Family had an amusing time watching us. Halfway through, my brother came and disturbed us. Leroy and Sharlene, too caught up, decided to ram the tent to make him go away. As their combined weight hit the tent, it collapsed! Leroy and Sharlene were stunned and almost freaked out. My brother just ran away and told his friends. Leroy scrambled out of the tent in shock and began to try and fix it. After some time, he made it stand up without falling. But, there was a gaping hole in the tent. Unable to do anything more, we all fell asleep. The night passed peacefully without any disturbance except when in the middle of the night, Sharlene awoke to the call of nature and asked Leroy to accompany her. I was awoken and went off first while Leroy put on his jacket to ward off the cold. When we had returned, Leroy was still putting it on! I could not help but laugh at the absurdity of the matter.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;The next morning, we awoke fresh and eagerly anticipating the activities planned out for us. Firstly, we had a hearty breakfast while we joked about the camping experience we had had. Leroy’s parents were shocked to hear that he had spoilt the tent but nothing came out of it. After we were done, we headed for a briefing on the abseiling that was to be held soon. We were again split into two groups and my Group, Group One, consisted of my family, Lance’s Family, Doctor Jason’s Family and Doctor John’s Family. We set off in a jeep that took us to the cliff where we were going to abseil from, laughing and talking merrily all the way. When we reached there, the climb down the mountain was amazingly steep and there were like big rocks all over but they were quite slippery so we had a hard time getting down. When we got there, we had a quick briefing and donned safety gear once again before we abseiled down. Doctor Jason went first so he could take shots of his family while I readied myself. Next went Joseph, Doctor Jason’s son who was like five years younger than me. After watching him disappear down the surface of the cliff, I put on my harness, buckled it tight and headed down. There were numerous guides positioned at different stations and it was fun and exhilarating jumping down.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;When I had reached the bottom, I proceeded to chat with the two who had already arrived before me and we exchanged tips and pointers. The rest followed after and soon, we had all assembled at the bottom. After a quick re-organization, we headed back up. The road up was tougher and we slipped quite a few times but no one was seriously injured. When we had reached base camp at the top, we all enjoyed a refreshing bottle of cold water while we awaited the arrival of the rest. When they had arrived, we hopped onto the truck and off we went. On the way back, we saw a few stray dogs and even passed by a chicken farm. Everyone laughed when Doctor Jason held on to Doctor John’s belt and pretended that it was a safety belt. When the families had reached the resort again, we were treated to a refreshing plate of watermelon and finished it in no time at all. The families split up to plan for the performance at night where each family had to put up a skit. After we were done with ours, with me as both director and actor, we went to take a look at how the other families were getting on. By this time, the other group had returned from the abseiling and we all gathered at the same old place for a quiet repast.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;Once we had finished dining, a brief slideshow of us abseiling was shown and we all laughed as we relieved those moments. When it was nearing three in the afternoon, we proceeded to the campsite where the rope challenge had been set up for us. There were eight stations altogether and we were once again split into groups before we headed off. Our first station was the balancing log in which you had to balance your team members out evenly on a log so that it would stay balanced for ten seconds. We accomplished this without much difficulty and proceeded to the next one, the swaying log. In this activity we had to hold the log steady while a team member crossed. There were many bruised fingers and injuries but we all managed. Next was the Tarzan challenge in which we all crossed a rope bridge high up in the air while holding on to dangling ropes to keep balance. It was a little scary but the part where we jumped down was enjoyed by everyone. Next was the jump from the log in which we climbed up a series of rungs to the top of a one storey high pole and jumped down while a person below lowered you.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;After accomplishing all these, we proceeded for some sandwiches and refreshments before we proceeded to the next station. It was a lower version of the Tarzan challenge and we all crossed it without apparent difficulty. Next came one of the most challenging, the Spider. Four people would hold ropes attached to another group member and try to maintain equal force on each of the ropes to keep the member balanced while he/she walked across a rope. It was difficult and required not only strength but also quick reflexes. Leroy’s dad had a huge cut on his leg when he fell but other than that everything went well. Finally, we were at the last station. This required one to fall down backwards from a high pole and let his/her group members catch and carry him/her through a series of obstacles. I felt slightly apprehensive as I climbed up but I placed my faith in my group members and sure enough, they did not disappoint me. After these activities, we gathered and had a feedback session before we headed for dinner.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;As everyone was relaxing after dinner. Uncle Eng Lock called for us to gather. This was the start of the family talent time. The Heng family went first, performing a skit about filial piety. When they were done, they sang a song and everyone clapped at their effort. Next came our family. I, the comedian, had designed a skit with a moral that would make people laugh and sure enough, everyone did to a large extent. The other families followed after with numerous skits being performed and one even had a scene where they flung lingerie out from behind a curtain. After the prizes had been given out, we all retired to our room as we would be leaving the next day. The day’s activities had tired me out and I soon feel into deep slumber…&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;I awoke feeling refreshed and washed my face before heading off to partake in what would be my last meal there. As the children busied themselves with eating, the adults gathered downstairs to choose photos as memoirs. When we were done, it was their turn to eat breakfast while we played with our planes for the last time. As we packed our bags and prepared to go, I could not help but feel regretful that we had to leave. As the bus turned round the corner, we were pleasantly surprised that the whole team of workers had lined up to wave goodbye. As the bus drove by, they continued waving till we were out of sight. Such was their hospitality. Even as I left, I knew that the happy memories would be a part of me…forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joseph&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8372671-110370723503593071?l=irockerz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irockerz.blogspot.com/feeds/110370723503593071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8372671&amp;postID=110370723503593071' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372671/posts/default/110370723503593071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372671/posts/default/110370723503593071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irockerz.blogspot.com/2004/12/finally.html' title='finally...'/><author><name>i did something</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12796854453404142590</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-8372671.post-109990759786254383</id><published>2004-11-08T01:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-08T01:53:17.863-08:00</updated><title type='text'>DO 2 THINGS</title><content type='html'>THING 1:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go to &lt;a href="http://www.livingrequiem.blogspot.com"&gt;www.livingrequiem.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;!!! MUST GO SO I'LL RETYPE IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.LIVINGREQUIEM.BLOGSPOT.COM"&gt;WWW.LIVINGREQUIEM.BLOGSPOT.COM&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then go to post WEDNESDAY, NOVEMBER 03, 2004&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It rocks man&lt;br /&gt;really interesting&lt;br /&gt;pple of all ages and whatever, just do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THING 2:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go to &lt;a href="http://www.mapleglobal.com"&gt;www.mapleglobal.com&lt;/a&gt;!!! haha Jian Le will love me for this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAPLESTORY ROCKS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha play it please&lt;br /&gt;go the the website and download it&lt;br /&gt;and its the .exe file&lt;br /&gt;then u go sign up&lt;br /&gt;then u play!&lt;br /&gt;and if you do&lt;br /&gt;add me :      iRocker&lt;br /&gt;and my bro.. :        HolyWarAngel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha im addicted &lt;33333 my first heart for any game... sigh. im getting bored tho. Ellie will be VERY interested to know i sold all my ores for 2k each whoopee....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jose Signing Off...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8372671-109990759786254383?l=irockerz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irockerz.blogspot.com/feeds/109990759786254383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8372671&amp;postID=109990759786254383' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372671/posts/default/109990759786254383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372671/posts/default/109990759786254383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irockerz.blogspot.com/2004/11/do-2-things.html' title='DO 2 THINGS'/><author><name>i did something</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12796854453404142590</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-8372671.post-109946494358159786</id><published>2004-11-02T22:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-02T22:56:18.450-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bush? Kerry? Only Time Will Tell...</title><content type='html'>the whole of this morning, i've been faithfully keeping up with the Bush Kerry residential Campaign. According to the latest Yah00! update at 2.35 p.m., Bush is leading 249 to 221, with bush leading by 3% in Ohio, and almost sure to win in Alaska with his 60%. Kerry however is leading in , but his chances of winning get slimmer as Ohio cast their votes. Personally, i predict a Bush Win by at least 10 points. Ohio is sorta the largest one left... and Bush is winning so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a side note(and less political one), does anyone ever read my blog? i sorta get this feeling that no one does... oh well. In faithful copycatation of Edward and Jia Jun(Toh), i shall do a classmate review...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Jeremy Ang Zhe Wei: The top in our class this year, beating Lu Yongquan the supposed genius. But do not take him for a nerd! This guy is endowed with biceps of steel and triceps of...stone? his abs are a sight to behold. Girls, this is the guy! haha he thinks im irritating... but then again who doesn't? nice guy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Chew Guan Yu: Class chairman, a great replacement for the slacker chia. mega hardworking and a tracker. Held revision classes for us during exams... haha he rocks. Fine by me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Slacker Chia: yes its the best chairman of the year!(not) nothing much to say except: Beware if you have abs... he was known to have approached Jeremy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Howard chiu: short. funny. irritating. but of course, not as irritating as me! im funnier too of course. Great grades, one unexpected full exemption. rumoured to like yq cousin. good taste...haha we bicker a lot but i supose he just hates my good looks... hhaa jkg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Choo Jia Guang: Math genius. no comment...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) Edward Ng : The all powerful one with muscles of... titanium? really strong. and im not exaggerating. when i think of him, i think of Colossus. stronger than jeremy. Shot putt. a okay guy with aperverted mind. haha okay by me tho...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) Ho Jia Jun : Porn in his thumbdrive? the less said the better... quite a good artist but then again i might be biased...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) Ip Han Chang : The most talked about guy in our class... sad to say he has a failing relationship.,.. especially cuz its one sided. No names mnetioned tho... same class for four years ahaha like to act cute to Jeremy... but always get strangled... sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) Joel : Used to be the BUTT of the jokes at the start of the year. Great programmer and flasher(ahah) friendly guy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) Kho Zhe Wei : the mianstream guy who made it big. got 281!!! for PSLE&gt;&gt;&gt; smart guy. great grades... sigh. *Gazes wistfully...*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11) Kuo En Yi : haha gym guy not bad too... could be considered all you rejected by jeremy and guan yu people... almost as good as joel in flash and programming but better in basic computer thingies...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12) ??? i think its langston... oops. blank for now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13) Lee Jian Le : nice guy. pokemon fanatic and O2Jam crazy guy... oh well... dun know him very well. but i swear to beat him at pikachu one day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14) Jonn Lee: haha nice guy but too strict monitor... shld slack a little. then again with register 26 how to slack? haha a bit gay but nvm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15) Sameul Lee : ever since he saw Jeremy strangle me... well let's just say he's been addicted to it too =( mega pro artist and specialises in manga... haha great guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16) Charlton : Benjamin's buddy. Sorta like him...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17) Lim Weixiong: ahha this guy is a pervert. loves clarire... air rifle. okay guy lar but i can thrash him in ET.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18) Lu Yongquan: haha rumoured to have relations with a certain Jocelyn... smart guy. A1 for EVERYTHING... my pal and we're both in Ed and Ve. cca if u wanted to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19) Ong Wee Keat : saracastic king. Man u fan... okay so here goes. he may be sarcastic but beware. he's damn smart and is pro at hard work. so dun challenge him. really. knows more than he appears to... a good example of not judging books by covers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20) DAvid Sim: thanks for lending me ur uniform! haha... amiable guy and is a pro cleaner... oops did i really say that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21) Marcus Tan : haha no comments&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22) Jasper Tan : known for erratic behavious. want a demo? just head over to THE Chinese High&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23) Me : Okay. so here goes im like the smartest bestest handsomest and greatest and bestest guy. really...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24) Toh Jia Jun : ex Ncc mate... and it was me  who quit mind you. honest treasurer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25) Lester Wong : nice to talk to when u're bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26) Benjamin Xie : terror! i thot he was cute with his broken arm... turned out to be a rude arrogant guy. please change back to being cute ben ben!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha just my opinion... u've been a great class 1O rock onnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8372671-109946494358159786?l=irockerz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irockerz.blogspot.com/feeds/109946494358159786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8372671&amp;postID=109946494358159786' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372671/posts/default/109946494358159786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372671/posts/default/109946494358159786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irockerz.blogspot.com/2004/11/bush-kerry-only-time-will-tell.html' title='Bush? Kerry? Only Time Will Tell...'/><author><name>i did something</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12796854453404142590</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-8372671.post-109939928225217800</id><published>2004-11-02T04:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-02T04:41:22.253-08:00</updated><title type='text'>WoWzA</title><content type='html'>haha wow... just want to share this testimony of my dad's fren... (note: has religious connotations)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay this 65 year old name is Morris. Okay... so he is not a believer. His relatives wanted him to go to this revival meeting so he followed. There, the pastor picked him out while he was ministering to other people. First, he asked the cousin to stand up then correctly identified their ages. Secondly, he asked his wife to stand up then said that she was the only working one. Whcih was true. Then finally, he asked Morris to stand up. First, he said" you have a pain in the back" True. Then, " you have one leg longer than the other and its causes you pain" True. finally, he said" your stomach is inflicted with pian. god wants to heal you." amazingly, Morris had just contracted stomach cancer a few days ago and hadn't told anyone! AMAZING... The Morris thought" how cant this be possible? i don't believe it..." just as he thought that, the guy said " Do NOT doubt!" haha poor morris was shocked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then his company did something illegal. Another company, run by his best fren of 40 years! found out. He went to his fren and begged him not to tell but his fren did. Morris business collapsed and he went bankrupt. After he regained his finances, he was still angry with his fren(like duh) but he knew he shld forgive. So what he said was:" god, if i see him then only will i forgive." just at that moment, the doorbell rang. No, it wasn't his fren but his neighbour invitng him for coffee. so he went down to the coffeeshop. And guess who he saw? hah yes now it was his fren.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol what a funny testimony... haha God works wonders. Today went for choir(yes choir... :@) tryouts dragged by yq... they say im alto. ALTO? am i that high? i thot i was lower than Phang. Okay so its like : Bass, Tenor, Alto, Soprano. im second highest leh! wahahax. now have a bad sore throat from singing Sanctus. Sigh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8372671-109939928225217800?l=irockerz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irockerz.blogspot.com/feeds/109939928225217800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8372671&amp;postID=109939928225217800' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372671/posts/default/109939928225217800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372671/posts/default/109939928225217800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irockerz.blogspot.com/2004/11/wowza.html' title='WoWzA'/><author><name>i did something</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12796854453404142590</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-8372671.post-109918898313619520</id><published>2004-10-30T19:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-31T18:18:26.946-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"It's Been a Hard Day's Work..."</title><content type='html'>f***ing blogger deleted my previous post. And im so pissed because of those bi-ASS judges... screw balls who misjudged. betcha they can't tell a shit from an RI-an. and they actually let that guy who thinks he's some handsome superstar win. And he's an egoistic freak. FREAK. LOSER. and he's shorter than me...such a rare occurence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh wellz. anyway cheng ( YAY!) said we deserved to win and that the judges were biased. think so too lar... oh well. Shall beat Ri next year~! ( and ACS too) so there mommy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lala bye pple=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8372671-109918898313619520?l=irockerz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irockerz.blogspot.com/feeds/109918898313619520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8372671&amp;postID=109918898313619520' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372671/posts/default/109918898313619520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372671/posts/default/109918898313619520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irockerz.blogspot.com/2004/10/its-been-hard-days-work.html' title='&quot;It&apos;s Been a Hard Day&apos;s Work...&quot;'/><author><name>i did something</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12796854453404142590</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-8372671.post-109897019399344734</id><published>2004-10-28T06:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-28T06:29:53.993-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Public Speaking =S</title><content type='html'>Finals. Lomming near. Desperately near. Like... "tomorrow the tomorrow". A day. That's all that stands between victory and defeat. I believe that i will do my best. Now all i want is for the presence as Mr Cheng puts it, or the "Peace of God" as my dad calls it. Either way, i want it. And need it. badly. With that, like during ED auditions, i can KICK BUTT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. So many schools. Especially NY. It worries me. A Lot. like what if i look into the audience and see KOR? then she like flashes her killer smile at me and then i go weak at the knees...oh well better not hallucinate anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8372671-109897019399344734?l=irockerz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irockerz.blogspot.com/feeds/109897019399344734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8372671&amp;postID=109897019399344734' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372671/posts/default/109897019399344734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372671/posts/default/109897019399344734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irockerz.blogspot.com/2004/10/public-speaking-s.html' title='Public Speaking =S'/><author><name>i did something</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12796854453404142590</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-8372671.post-109870905370034888</id><published>2004-10-25T05:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-25T06:09:43.246-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun! Fun! Fun!</title><content type='html'>haha...today was the Prelims of the Inter School GEP Public Speaking Competition. before it, i was sms-ing my kor alot. haha was a bundle of nerves before the real thing. I like went there early with Jeremy and Yongquan. There was this big sign saying: GO TO LT1. so we went there. and there, there was another sign saying: go to LT2...at the opposite end of the corridor...haha how lame.&lt;br /&gt;anyway, when we went there Jeremy was like : don't go in! we have to wait for Cheng!" then i was like trying to get in...but i gave up. The YQ went to complete "official business" then *mature content*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;he went off to poo poo. then when he went back, he kept going: see! no poot poot while rapidly gesturing at his ***. dots...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Okay. So maybe its not that bad yet. but then... i just had to be the first one up. This lady came and asked for our names. Being the enthu person i am, i gave mine first. Then she said: okay. So joseph, you will be going first. !!! That was just so gay.then it was time. i went up and started, then for no reason my legs began jellying. they wobbled like wobbly boobs and i had to like tense my leg muscles to keep from wobbling. i was like...maia doing the disco dance thing. and don't imagine that...its scary. Then its was the rest... and so on. I kept thinking Clement was nex. The i kept going like: when is it clem's turn? but it never came of course...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it was impromptu. That was just gay. I like slacked the whole 10 mins. and did nothing. and when it was my turn... i like bombed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well. that's life. at least it was fun going out with them afterwards for dinner. Had this xpensive dinner. argh. now i owe two people 8.50 altogether. DAMN... broke like siao&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh. still have a bad cough. better go drink some water... tata!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. i hope i can pass so all those attending the Grand final get the wonderful chance of seeing me perform... =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8372671-109870905370034888?l=irockerz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irockerz.blogspot.com/feeds/109870905370034888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8372671&amp;postID=109870905370034888' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372671/posts/default/109870905370034888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372671/posts/default/109870905370034888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irockerz.blogspot.com/2004/10/fun-fun-fun.html' title='Fun! Fun! Fun!'/><author><name>i did something</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12796854453404142590</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-8372671.post-109858728622492882</id><published>2004-10-23T20:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-23T20:08:06.223-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Maia &gt; Olinda &gt; Sylvester &gt; Leandra &gt; Daphne &gt; Taufik &gt; Shit &gt; Christopher</title><content type='html'>  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;So long haven’t blogged… sigh. I’m still not over the loss of Maia from &lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Singapore&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; Idol… now &lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Olinda&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt; is my only solace. Christopher? A pile of crap nonetheless. I blame it on him, for it was him who should have exited. Sylvester is not to blame. Perhaps ChrisyPOO was trying to sabotage him. Man… I am so pissed. All those stupid retarded blind idiots who vote for Christopher just because of his looks? He doesn’t even look that good and his singing is worse than my teacher dragging her nails on the blackboard (which is saying a lot…)&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;Oh well. It’s been fun these few days preparing for the GEB PESA… hope I can represent my school to do it proud. Yet I just can’t shake this feeling of impending doom. Maybe Mr Cheng has influenced me more than I can tell. Now im called Nat-Seph by the other representatives because my script is gopped from Nat. haha cute guy with IQ of 154! (p.s. he is really cute when I discover how to upload pics from handphone onto com he will be there ^^ ) Nice pleasant script about this fire thingy… fire of ideas I think. Am restricting my self to memorise it within two hours from now. Complete with hand actions. 100% accurate. Word for Word. And yet im here blogging..sigh.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;But it was really fun lar… getting to hang out with these guys like Jeremy, Yq, Luey Chun, Clemmy, And even Phang and David. I never thot David and I could ever talk to each other without quarelling but somehow this training has built up a sense of camaraderie between us. I feel that we are all equally supportive of each other(even Phang!) and that the ardous training has helped us bond. The SSB played during our spare time helped a lot too =)&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;I’ve been down with a cough and a slight fever the past few days. I suppose the other contestants didn’t really notice due to the fact that im good at camouflaging(except when I tell them of course) Haha I pride my self on my bullshitting ability even more when I discovered it helps me &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8372671-109858728622492882?l=irockerz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irockerz.blogspot.com/feeds/109858728622492882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8372671&amp;postID=109858728622492882' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372671/posts/default/109858728622492882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372671/posts/default/109858728622492882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irockerz.blogspot.com/2004/10/maia-olinda-sylvester-leandra-daphne.html' title='Maia &gt; Olinda &gt; Sylvester &gt; Leandra &gt; Daphne &gt; Taufik &gt; Shit &gt; Christopher'/><author><name>i did something</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12796854453404142590</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-8372671.post-109819294775100752</id><published>2004-10-19T06:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-19T06:35:47.753-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Math... Problematica</title><content type='html'>sigh. now with a math failure under my belt, hopes of going to the chalet are rapidly diminishing.I knew i should have studied harder. But i am Very very pissed over a certain two marks. hence i shall blog about it. My oh so great and kind Math teacher, Wang Shu(real name kept secret for purposes unrevealed), minused two percious marks off my paper that made me the lowest in the whole GEP cohort of CHS. Smart...very smart. and guess why she minused it? because i answered like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a) blah blah blah b)blah blah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;instead of :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a) blah&lt;br /&gt;b) blah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what the #@$#$U*#$*#$*#$*#@$(&lt;a href="mailto:#*@$"&gt;#*@$&lt;/a&gt; is her problem lor? i talk a little she also bu shuang call me go stand outside class. I crap around also cannot. I fail in Term One she kay poh kay poh blackmark me...then now this? wth lorrrrrrrrrr.... TWO FREAKING MARKS just because of that ...i want to(quote from Edward) smack her face till it looks like her ass, shove her face up her butt etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-chill dude-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay im okay. the above comments were purely...whatever man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8372671-109819294775100752?l=irockerz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irockerz.blogspot.com/feeds/109819294775100752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8372671&amp;postID=109819294775100752' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372671/posts/default/109819294775100752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372671/posts/default/109819294775100752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irockerz.blogspot.com/2004/10/math-problematica.html' title='Math... Problematica'/><author><name>i did something</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12796854453404142590</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-8372671.post-109810343968930279</id><published>2004-10-18T05:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-18T05:43:59.690-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I &lt;3 Pearl Harbour ^^</title><content type='html'>whoot...watching Pearl Harbour now... haha so happy with my results...haha shall list them out for fun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English: Term One 70, Term 2 83, Term 3 78, Term 4 100(exempted), Total 98.1 (A1)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cao-nese( we learn Caonese yet get tested on Chinese unfair!!!): Term One 56, Term 2 70, Term 3 70, term 4 75.5, Total 75.6(A1)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Science: Term One 78, Term 2 86, Term 3 76, Term 4 70.5, Total 77.7(A1)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Integrated Humanities: Term One 64, Term 2 70, Term 3 72, Term 4(MRP) dunno yet, Total A1( probably)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Math(teehee): Term One 48(!!!), Term 2 90(!!!), Term 3 58.5, Term 4 50(o.O), Total 70.5(A2... amazing isn't it? ask me if curious)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Computer: Term One 56, Term 2 90, Term 3 70, Assignment One 10/15, Assignment Two and Three never hand up (oops... &gt;&lt;) Total: about 45(E8)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my MSG for this term( if the above are correct) is 2.333333(infinity). Sigh... Nothing compared to those genius like Jeremy and Yq and so on who get 1.0(A1 for all...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AH WELL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note: the above marks are according to memory and are guaranteed 50% correct. If there is any discrepancy in the marks pls post on my tag... haha i bet there will be lamers.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lalala go watch Pearl Harbour la!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8372671-109810343968930279?l=irockerz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irockerz.blogspot.com/feeds/109810343968930279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8372671&amp;postID=109810343968930279' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372671/posts/default/109810343968930279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372671/posts/default/109810343968930279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irockerz.blogspot.com/2004/10/i-3-pearl-harbour_18.html' title='I &lt;3 Pearl Harbour ^^'/><author><name>i did something</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12796854453404142590</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-8372671.post-109810343029523455</id><published>2004-10-18T05:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-18T05:43:50.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I &lt;3 Pearl Harbour ^^</title><content type='html'>whoot...watching Pearl Harbour now... haha so happy with my results...haha shall list them out for fun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English: Term One 70, Term 2 83, Term 3 78, Term 4 100(exempted), Total 98.1 (A1)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cao-nese( we learn Caonese yet get tested on Chinese unfair!!!): Term One 56, Term 2 70, Term 3 70, term 4 75.5, Total 75.6(A1)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Science: Term One 78, Term 2 86, Term 3 76, Term 4 70.5, Total 77.7(A1)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Integrated Humanities: Term One 64, Term 2 70, Term 3 72, Term 4(MRP) dunno yet, Total A1( probably)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Math(teehee): Term One 48(!!!), Term 2 90(!!!), Term 3 58.5, Term 4 50(o.O), Total 70.5(A2... amazing isn't it? ask me if curious)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Computer: Term One 56, Term 2 90, Term 3 70, Assignment One 10/15, Assignment Two and Three never hand up (oops... &gt;&lt;) Total: about 45(E8)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my MSG for this term( if the above are correct) is 2.333333(infinity). Sigh... Nothing compared to those genius like Jeremy and Yq and so on who get 1.0(A1 for all...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AH WELL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note: the above marks are according to memory and are guaranteed 50% correct. If there is any discrepancy in the marks pls post on my tag... haha i bet there will be lamers.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lalala go watch Pearl Harbour la!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8372671-109810343029523455?l=irockerz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irockerz.blogspot.com/feeds/109810343029523455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8372671&amp;postID=109810343029523455' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372671/posts/default/109810343029523455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372671/posts/default/109810343029523455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irockerz.blogspot.com/2004/10/i-3-pearl-harbour.html' title='I &lt;3 Pearl Harbour ^^'/><author><name>i did something</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12796854453404142590</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-8372671.post-109784828845486574</id><published>2004-10-15T06:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-15T06:51:28.453-07:00</updated><title type='text'>yay thanks Hui Shi and Co.</title><content type='html'>haha sooo happy now just slacking and listening to School of Rock...so roxy *beams* haha thanks Hui Shi Cherm Glo and whoever else who organised the chalet... ahahaha so fun hope my parents allow meeeeeeeeeee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Official Announcement:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;GO TO NYGH C &amp; D NIGHT!!!!!! YAY...IM GOING TOO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay... that was big enuff rite? u get the gist/hint/whatever... sigh back to playing com...haha nitez =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8372671-109784828845486574?l=irockerz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irockerz.blogspot.com/feeds/109784828845486574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8372671&amp;postID=109784828845486574' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372671/posts/default/109784828845486574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372671/posts/default/109784828845486574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irockerz.blogspot.com/2004/10/yay-thanks-hui-shi-and-co.html' title='yay thanks Hui Shi and Co.'/><author><name>i did something</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12796854453404142590</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-8372671.post-109767470563134715</id><published>2004-10-13T05:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-13T06:38:25.630-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wh00t!!!</title><content type='html'>hey pple...haha so happeeee now exams r over exceptfor this dumb Oral Dewfence thing...so sian diao haha i dun prepare see how... ^^&lt;br /&gt;wah my bro is so damn irritating... what the hell lor keep peeping at Hui Shi's blog...oops sorry mei &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm now exams are over i feel kinda sad especially because we have had our last lessons with our teachers... Okay then since im soo sentimental i shall post what i feel:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Cheng: haha this teacher is damn wang shu...joking lar he has been a rather good mentor for us throughout the year...helping us slacking and providing skin care and muscle building tips for us during class...not that we really care anyway but ya thanks. And he is always so ego say he is the most handsome teacher in the world...lol disgrace the word handsome. Overall, haha it was fun learning with him and digressingh(is this how u spell it) Thanks Mr Cheng!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leefy: haha the only teacher is refuse to adress by his real name...so sadist one throughout the year keep telling us how to do sadist experiment... then say what how to kill a rabbit or something like that... what break the neck??? but he is quite smart lar very knowledgeable...teach us we also do better than the other classes... haha yay leefy rox/sux... han chang always niao mr lee then complain no exemption... haha. Go leefy you rock =) ( and stay in iSpark pleaseeeeeeee)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms Ong: haha she really rocks for a female teacher so zhaiiiiiiiiiii... haha lessons always interesting...looked forward to by the class haha the one who introduced us to South Park. My MRP mentor ^^ lol she is very well read and a profound thinker...i really respect her for her ability to think cool and to analyse situations or information... and make history lessons so ROXY &gt;&lt; thanks lots Ms Ong rock on...and stay chio haha...dont change boyfren/handphone so much kayy? ( it is a fact that she changed either one EVERY month)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms Foo: haha this teacher v kind hearted always let us crap shit then whole lesson i act lame...soooo lame... but she never scold me one haha thanks ms foo but one time i think we piss her off then she angry...haha although new to the subject but very enthu yay go ms foo... hmm remember class? she let us play *** in class haha...and no its not sex ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs Ong: okay i dont really have much to say. She was a good and patient teacher. and i think she taught us well. Means what she says...haha very strict and frim with us...i supposse its good thinking back or with too many slacky teachers we'd be in the dumps...so thank for helping me not fail MATHS ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Yong: such a pro at computer...i wish i was as good... sigh mebbe im just too slack. haha. nice and friendly, good teacher great and funkayyyyyyy... rock on!!! ( sorry this is so short just take it as you rock so much i cant think what to say )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CaO: oops...well nothing to say. dont say something that isnt nice, better listen to this advice, when your mouth is making fun, you can really hurt someone, so keep your lips together and SHHHHHHHHHHH... haha that is lame but you get the gist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well sorry if i missed out anyone im just too itred hmm did i beat yongwuan's high score of 2000 words in a blog entry? shall check later. Sorry if this entry is chunkyu. and be glad i paragraphed(a bit)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEEYA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8372671-109767470563134715?l=irockerz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irockerz.blogspot.com/feeds/109767470563134715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8372671&amp;postID=109767470563134715' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372671/posts/default/109767470563134715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372671/posts/default/109767470563134715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irockerz.blogspot.com/2004/10/wh00t.html' title='Wh00t!!!'/><author><name>i did something</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12796854453404142590</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8372671.post-109748105230748497</id><published>2004-10-11T01:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-11T00:50:52.306-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wah Lau Eh...</title><content type='html'>my previous title was exams really suck. But when my com crashed halfway through my 1800 word entry...-.-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well. Today was Science. Real Killer... FOUR essay questions write until hand so pain only to discover that teacher wrote the time wrongly...had half hour more wtf &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;argh cant type properly...keyboard holder stuck a few days ago i cant see half the screen and im typing with my hands between the screen and the board...o.O dont try to imagine it its nightmarish...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh dont feel like blogging now cya... shall blog in school. or mebbe after exams...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8372671-109748105230748497?l=irockerz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irockerz.blogspot.com/feeds/109748105230748497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8372671&amp;postID=109748105230748497' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372671/posts/default/109748105230748497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372671/posts/default/109748105230748497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irockerz.blogspot.com/2004/10/wah-lau-eh_11.html' title='Wah Lau Eh...'/><author><name>i did something</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12796854453404142590</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-8372671.post-109748104948978756</id><published>2004-10-11T01:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-11T00:50:49.490-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wah Lau Eh...</title><content type='html'>my previous title was exams really suck. But when my com crashed halfway through my 1800 word entry...-.-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well. Today was Science. Real Killer... FOUR essay questions write until hand so pain only to discover that teacher wrote the time wrongly...had half hour more wtf &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;argh cant type properly...keyboard holder stuck a few days ago i cant see half the screen and im typing with my hands between the screen and the board...o.O dont try to imagine it its nightmarish...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh dont feel like blogging now cya... shall blog in school. or mebbe after exams...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8372671-109748104948978756?l=irockerz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irockerz.blogspot.com/feeds/109748104948978756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8372671&amp;postID=109748104948978756' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372671/posts/default/109748104948978756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372671/posts/default/109748104948978756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irockerz.blogspot.com/2004/10/wah-lau-eh.html' title='Wah Lau Eh...'/><author><name>i did something</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12796854453404142590</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-8372671.post-109653085397844425</id><published>2004-09-30T01:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-30T03:06:51.630-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Luck NY!</title><content type='html'>haha u can probably tell what this is about just using the title... lol. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yar good luck for your exams all you NYGH people... ours is coming soon so...yeah. Good Luck to me too ^^ Extra luck to my family which includes Cherm, Hui Shi, Shao Wen, Jocelyn Mommy, Mandy(haha terence will be eternally gateful), Jasmine... did i miss out anyone? Glo and Debbie too maybe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha... oh yar as a kor i order u two to stop quarreling over that issue. Take it from me its not worth spoiling a friendship over it..go think it over lor. Though by this morning's phone call i think u patched up liao...sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was fun yayyyyy in computer class made this really funky songg/beat/rhythm with this jazzy tunnnnnnne yay shall send it to my email account then edit it somemore... &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fvcking screwed up ONG WEE KEAT i hereby curse you to lose all your stuff and become a beggar if u irritate me agin...so there. Such a piece of lame shit...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh bye...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8372671-109653085397844425?l=irockerz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irockerz.blogspot.com/feeds/109653085397844425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8372671&amp;postID=109653085397844425' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372671/posts/default/109653085397844425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372671/posts/default/109653085397844425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irockerz.blogspot.com/2004/09/good-luck-ny_30.html' title='Good Luck NY!'/><author><name>i did something</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12796854453404142590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8372671.post-109594399615186430</id><published>2004-09-23T05:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-23T05:53:16.150-07:00</updated><title type='text'>=) YAY =)</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;p&gt;wh00t. She will be loved is such a nice song lols... listened to it 20+ times thanks mommy for sending it to meeee =) yay lovely mommy... oh yar thanks for sending me are you gonna be my girl hahax... such a jazzy songg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hm okayy today finally Mr Cheng came back hahax yay! back to his old perverted and happy self... lol =) hahax shall elaborate another time... P-arents are here breathing down my neck...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahax Singapore Idol rawks if im not wrong i saw Natalie and My cousin, Ching Xin. yupp... hahax the pocket man was so funny throughout the whole song all he did was put his ahnd in and out of his pocket MEGA-guai lan hahax...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hm oh yar the pink lady is so adorable! answer questions also very innocent like that... hahax secret boyfren in secret country... ^^ the "Solitaire" guy really rawked... lovely voice lorr nicer than so many of the finalists pity he had to pull out =( Rock on man...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok ok... sigh so sad brother keeps checking my handphone and reports to my mum got scolded AGAIN for suing MSN without asking wth..why so restricted one lor. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ahh thanks you Hui Shi for being so nice...refer to her latest blog entry for details... yay gotta go do homework now sighh... hahax eric li. ( p.s. i bet 90% of the people who see this dun know what this refers to...)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8372671-109594399615186430?l=irockerz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irockerz.blogspot.com/feeds/109594399615186430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8372671&amp;postID=109594399615186430' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372671/posts/default/109594399615186430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372671/posts/default/109594399615186430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irockerz.blogspot.com/2004/09/yay.html' title='=) YAY =)'/><author><name>i did something</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12796854453404142590</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-8372671.post-109576348695282448</id><published>2004-09-21T02:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-21T06:46:59.816-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Headaches Suck Big Time... =(</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm so sad my blog seems to be screwed up... all my posts have this big white space below them lehh help all html experts out there! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okayy today was O-K lar early in the morning i went to school then had assembly hahax teased TTWT AGAIN...getting boring lehh. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aiyah dun feel like blogging now. shall blogg tomorrow.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr hb_tag="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;blockquote id="7d38686a"&gt;&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" unselectable="on" width="100%"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;blockquote id="2aeed1cf"&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8372671-109576348695282448?l=irockerz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irockerz.blogspot.com/feeds/109576348695282448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8372671&amp;postID=109576348695282448' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372671/posts/default/109576348695282448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372671/posts/default/109576348695282448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irockerz.blogspot.com/2004/09/headaches-suck-big-time.html' title='Headaches Suck Big Time... =('/><author><name>i did something</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12796854453404142590</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-8372671.post-109567107783667293</id><published>2004-09-20T02:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-20T02:04:37.836-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mommy REALLY Rocks</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;ok ok Mommy dont be angry anymore k? the previous post was just a jokee...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*presents flowers to mommy* and other nicee stuff.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" unselectable="on" width="100%"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;*sings mommy fav song* :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY MINDS ALL SCREWEEDD AND UPSIDEEE DOWNNN BUT MY HEARTS ON OVVERRDRIVEEE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sowee mummy... forgive me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Son&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8372671-109567107783667293?l=irockerz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irockerz.blogspot.com/feeds/109567107783667293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8372671&amp;postID=109567107783667293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372671/posts/default/109567107783667293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372671/posts/default/109567107783667293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irockerz.blogspot.com/2004/09/mommy-really-rocks.html' title='Mommy REALLY Rocks'/><author><name>i did something</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12796854453404142590</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-8372671.post-109567077486568926</id><published>2004-09-20T01:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-20T01:59:34.866-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mommy Rocks</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;due to a very *ahem* violent request from darling MOMMY, the title is as such though i am currently unable to vouch for the validity of this statement... *wink wink*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok so here goes:&lt;br /&gt;Mommy is Friendly, Understanding, Chio and Kind, Intelligent Nice and Good(so lame.)&lt;br /&gt;she is also Kreative, Attractive, Nocturnal(heehee), Angelic, Sexy, Admirable, Inspiring&lt;br /&gt; (hahax guess this one)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm ok have fun! keep laughing hahax.&lt;br /&gt;bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr hb_tag="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8372671-109567077486568926?l=irockerz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irockerz.blogspot.com/feeds/109567077486568926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8372671&amp;postID=109567077486568926' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372671/posts/default/109567077486568926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372671/posts/default/109567077486568926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irockerz.blogspot.com/2004/09/mommy-rocks.html' title='Mommy Rocks'/><author><name>i did something</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12796854453404142590</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-8372671.post-109565366397679245</id><published>2004-09-19T21:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-19T21:25:32.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'>School...</title><content type='html'>sighz. today so guai lan... hmmm yesterday night went out with Leroy and his parents to attend this Mooncake Festival Thingy quite sian lar but the residents damn rich all MILLIONAIREs so they order tickets then donate to Leroy's dad because he is manager of that place. so we had like... 64 freakking goodie bags hahax... cant fit in the back so we threw some away... * sheepish grin...*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm then i went with them to go play table tennis hahax defeated the purpose of celebrating Lantern Festival... lol the floor was chao dirty so we squatted hahax then ACCidentallY one of us *ahem**ahem* was wearing a SKIRT!!! so... as her dad quoted" all was revealed..." -.-" even her dad so pervert hahax lol what can i do? joking joking...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh just found shao wen's blog...suppossedly Cherm and Hui Shi's Kor...can beat people up one so here goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CAUTION: FIERCE KOR. APPROACH WITH CAUTION...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lalalala in chineseclass now soslacksoslack...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm ok here goes:&lt;br /&gt;iRockiRock&lt;br /&gt;iRock&lt;br /&gt;iRock&lt;br /&gt;iRockiRock&lt;br /&gt;iRockiRock&lt;br /&gt;iRockiRock&lt;br /&gt;iRockiRock&lt;br /&gt;iRockiRock&lt;br /&gt;iRockiRock&lt;br /&gt;iRockiRock&lt;br /&gt;iRockiRock&lt;br /&gt;iRockiRock&lt;br /&gt;iRockiRock&lt;br /&gt;iRockiRock&lt;br /&gt;iRockiRockiRockiRock&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; hahax this also copied from Jun one...bb guys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8372671-109565366397679245?l=irockerz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irockerz.blogspot.com/feeds/109565366397679245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8372671&amp;postID=109565366397679245' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372671/posts/default/109565366397679245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372671/posts/default/109565366397679245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irockerz.blogspot.com/2004/09/school.html' title='School...'/><author><name>i did something</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12796854453404142590</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-8372671.post-109551993660463214</id><published>2004-09-18T07:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-18T08:05:36.603-07:00</updated><title type='text'>!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;p&gt;wow... like i only intended to blog once today but this event was so spookayy that i couldnt control meself...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ok here it goes: i was like ..went out with this church friend of mine for dinner because his parents went for this talk thingy. as the story goes, after dinner we went to Clementi, Big Bookshop to buy my *NEW* table tennis bat as the old one was screwed up. after that , i went to buy the Math textbook that my Math teacher had recommended. once i was done, i went to the lift to wait for my mum to finish looking through the dictionary display. This father and son got into the lift and then his little brother rushed in carrying a blue, Nike, squirt water bottle. Similar to my BROTHER's. i was like " hahax maybe that guy stole your waterbottle Josh". When he believed me and started searching aorund, i was laughing like mad.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;he went and asked my mum :" ma where is my waterbottle?" she pointed at a spot nearby. it was perfectly reasonable... except for the fact that the spot was empty. Slowly, it dawned upon me that maybe that guy had stolen my brother's waterbottle!( slow aint it?)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i was like " wtf hurry lets use the stairs!" i rushed down with my brother and my friend. we like searched frantically for that guy... but sad lorrrrrrrrrrr. he probably got into a Rolls Royce and drove away. LoSeR.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;hmmm ok mr thief if u read my blog here goes: untill the day u return the water bottle to my brother or buy a new one for him, your mouth will be stuck to your behind and u will have non-stop diahorrea. also, you will be heated from below at 100 degrees Celsius and have -100 degrees Celsius cold air blown at you from above. Change at regular intervals.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;hahax so there mr cheeseburger tofu boy. well gonna sleep now tomorrow im going to church to help out with the kiddies hahax have this cute twins never talk one... even sexier than hui shi and jocelyn hahax joking lar they are only 8.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Nitez... iRock!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8372671-109551993660463214?l=irockerz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irockerz.blogspot.com/feeds/109551993660463214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8372671&amp;postID=109551993660463214' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372671/posts/default/109551993660463214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372671/posts/default/109551993660463214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irockerz.blogspot.com/2004/09/blog-post.html' title='!!!'/><author><name>i did something</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12796854453404142590</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-8372671.post-109548017262183240</id><published>2004-09-17T20:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-17T21:02:52.620-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hahax NEW blog...</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" unselectable="on" width="100%"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;hmm hi all im back again after a long spree of unblogging... hahax got a new blog because i lost my old password... okayy i created it because i had to get things off my chest... firstly this world is like so screwed up...man there are so many backstabbers out there trying to manipulate people...(not that im not one of them but...) cant really trust anyone these days. some people can lie with the cutest face everrrrrrrrr... yay go Nathaniel u rock...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okok so down to the issue at hand. i feel so zi bei ish because my best chruch fren just dao-ed me because im going to church on Sunday instead of Saturday... he thinks im trying to get away from him but im not... then i say what can i do to make you believe... then he will say like" go to church lar!"... its not like im not going...and the reason for all this is because u r bored? wth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm feel much better...ah got so envious of all my mei's blogs...so now i have my own muahahaha tremble in fear oh yee foolish mortal! hm that sounds seriously lame... and my template SuCkS shit. oh well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~lalala&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8372671-109548017262183240?l=irockerz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irockerz.blogspot.com/feeds/109548017262183240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8372671&amp;postID=109548017262183240' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372671/posts/default/109548017262183240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372671/posts/default/109548017262183240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irockerz.blogspot.com/2004/09/hahax-new-blog.html' title='hahax NEW blog...'/><author><name>i did something</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12796854453404142590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
