<?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-18633034</id><updated>2011-04-22T01:42:05.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'>boardshorts_party_boy</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://painwithinme.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18633034/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://painwithinme.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18633034/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>SiAn YaNg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06580633378042969681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>104</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18633034.post-116523857657277477</id><published>2006-12-04T21:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-04T21:22:56.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'>=)</title><content type='html'>well well well, after being missing in action for so long, i am finally back in action. The word missing in action certainly is well used in bikers at republic. Well, attendance has been really bad so far. People come and go. People skipping training. Well, its rather sad to see good bikers actually leave to join other igs. Nevertheless, we will keep the ig running for those who have passion to cycle. Anyways, time flies, i don remember when was my last update. But i feel tat updating the blog has really become a chore. People like sarong party girl, dawn yang, don;t you feel bored reading their blog, posting their daily lives on the internet, hopefully people will actually follow what they are doing. total rubbish. Well, maybe you can post a few naked pictures of yourself. That would make blogging hip again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its 3 months for me and my gf already, time really flies, i know she is going to hate me for blogging instead of going to sleep, oh well, waiting for my hair to dry what darlin, heh heh. And i am wondering whats wrong with the sch system, why they cannot allow us to blog in sch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck all that shit, there is a lump behind my ears, wondering whether is it positive or negetive, but still, i am going to get it removed this festive season. And last but not least, season greetings for those loyal patrons of my blog =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18633034-116523857657277477?l=painwithinme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://painwithinme.blogspot.com/feeds/116523857657277477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18633034&amp;postID=116523857657277477' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18633034/posts/default/116523857657277477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18633034/posts/default/116523857657277477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://painwithinme.blogspot.com/2006/12/blog-post.html' title='=)'/><author><name>SiAn YaNg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06580633378042969681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-18633034.post-115942717504711384</id><published>2006-09-28T14:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-28T15:06:15.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'>=)</title><content type='html'>this post is dedicated to xxd =) sorry if i made you cry, i know you are not angry, but still i feel bad. so i shall post it on national tv. opps. no no. i mean national blog. heh heh. SORRY DARLIN! oh yea, the holidays are up, but when you have a car, everyday seems like holiday, been going out every night with the midnight gang, that includes the nissan gang. There is sunny, cefiro and slphy. Then there is honda too! 2 civics. ESI and VTI? haha. oh yes, things are like back to normal between me and cherie gui ling qian. i was chatting with her on msn today. So yep, blogging seems to be fun again, i shall keep you peeps updated!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18633034-115942717504711384?l=painwithinme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://painwithinme.blogspot.com/feeds/115942717504711384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18633034&amp;postID=115942717504711384' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18633034/posts/default/115942717504711384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18633034/posts/default/115942717504711384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://painwithinme.blogspot.com/2006/09/blog-post_28.html' title='=)'/><author><name>SiAn YaNg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06580633378042969681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-18633034.post-115852177073555699</id><published>2006-09-18T03:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-18T03:36:10.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'>=)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5367/1828/1600/Photo-1058.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5367/1828/320/Photo-1058.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there you go. my gf. heh. nothing much happened this few month. sorry bout not blogging. lazyness has stuck me again. sch is reopening this thursday. dam sian. oh yea. had a race today. and had a nasty fall too. badly injured. yuo people should be thankful that i am typing this shit down! but its all worth it. we got like 3rd. got medal, better than nothing. haha. alright. thats about it from me. Hmmmm... like see you soon ?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18633034-115852177073555699?l=painwithinme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://painwithinme.blogspot.com/feeds/115852177073555699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18633034&amp;postID=115852177073555699' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18633034/posts/default/115852177073555699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18633034/posts/default/115852177073555699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://painwithinme.blogspot.com/2006/09/blog-post.html' title='=)'/><author><name>SiAn YaNg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06580633378042969681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-18633034.post-115434788699881709</id><published>2006-07-31T20:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-31T20:11:27.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'>=)</title><content type='html'>oh yes. certainly, a joyous week. First, the most joyful shit. my dad bought me a altec lansing 2.1 speakers. not that good. but the base, i tell you, more powerful then zouk one. mai siao siao. secondly, damian blardy publised my mtv. and everyone saw how gay i was. heh heh. suppose to be sad. but what the hell. third. the fella is talking to me. =) how nice could it be. so yes, people requested for pics on my blog. i shall go look for some. please hang on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18633034-115434788699881709?l=painwithinme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://painwithinme.blogspot.com/feeds/115434788699881709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18633034&amp;postID=115434788699881709' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18633034/posts/default/115434788699881709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18633034/posts/default/115434788699881709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://painwithinme.blogspot.com/2006/07/blog-post_31.html' title='=)'/><author><name>SiAn YaNg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06580633378042969681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-18633034.post-115384333611590366</id><published>2006-07-26T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-26T00:02:16.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'>-.-</title><content type='html'>my oh my. suddenly, every one else i know around me are having honey for breakfast lunch and dinner. so what about me. how bout vinegar? eh heh heh. no la. but then again, i suddenly feel like having a gf. But its really hard to just fish someone out of the pond.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18633034-115384333611590366?l=painwithinme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://painwithinme.blogspot.com/feeds/115384333611590366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18633034&amp;postID=115384333611590366' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18633034/posts/default/115384333611590366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18633034/posts/default/115384333611590366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://painwithinme.blogspot.com/2006/07/blog-post_26.html' title='-.-'/><author><name>SiAn YaNg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06580633378042969681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-18633034.post-115359296080984887</id><published>2006-07-23T02:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-23T02:29:20.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'>=x</title><content type='html'>oh my. break ups and quarrels. everyone around me just seem so sad. especially those yummu yum yum girls. Hmmmm. don mistaken me. I have no desire to get them into my stomach. But the chicks out there are sad. oh well, what to do, thats life. my only hope now is to get a gf, alrighty, perhaps i will try not to be a jerk, and have models for my gf. heh heh. someone normal would do. lookable, likable, good character, i wonder where can i find one. And another goal for the year 2006 is to get my darn driving license. Oh my, if i were to fail again the second time i take, i am gonna give up driving.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18633034-115359296080984887?l=painwithinme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://painwithinme.blogspot.com/feeds/115359296080984887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18633034&amp;postID=115359296080984887' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18633034/posts/default/115359296080984887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18633034/posts/default/115359296080984887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://painwithinme.blogspot.com/2006/07/x.html' title='=x'/><author><name>SiAn YaNg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06580633378042969681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-18633034.post-115294598265356446</id><published>2006-07-15T14:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-15T14:46:22.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'>=)</title><content type='html'>so we went phuture yesterday. no girls. but more like a dick fest. lets say, 7 guys to 1 girls. OMG. but nevertheless, i still enjoyed myself. Her presence there is enough. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18633034-115294598265356446?l=painwithinme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://painwithinme.blogspot.com/feeds/115294598265356446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18633034&amp;postID=115294598265356446' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18633034/posts/default/115294598265356446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18633034/posts/default/115294598265356446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://painwithinme.blogspot.com/2006/07/blog-post_15.html' title='=)'/><author><name>SiAn YaNg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06580633378042969681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-18633034.post-115225528974887053</id><published>2006-07-07T14:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-07T14:54:49.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'>=)</title><content type='html'>hmmmm, nothing much to blog about recently. life is getting more and more tiring. tired of looking at guys and girls already. whats hot and whats not. whats good and bad. well, you know one, you can take all those, shine it up real nice, and shove it up ya roody poody candy ass. =) so yea, counting down to the tp date. hopefully can pass with 1 try. i really need the pass man. sick and tired of waking up so early in the morning to take public transport to sch. so yep, thats about it from me today. well my life becomes colourful again, i share with you guys!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18633034-115225528974887053?l=painwithinme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://painwithinme.blogspot.com/feeds/115225528974887053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18633034&amp;postID=115225528974887053' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18633034/posts/default/115225528974887053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18633034/posts/default/115225528974887053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://painwithinme.blogspot.com/2006/07/blog-post_07.html' title='=)'/><author><name>SiAn YaNg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06580633378042969681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-18633034.post-115185949740079695</id><published>2006-07-03T00:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-03T00:58:17.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'>=(</title><content type='html'>wah lao. what the hell. we are only 18. and government don give us youth day holidays anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18633034-115185949740079695?l=painwithinme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://painwithinme.blogspot.com/feeds/115185949740079695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18633034&amp;postID=115185949740079695' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18633034/posts/default/115185949740079695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18633034/posts/default/115185949740079695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://painwithinme.blogspot.com/2006/07/blog-post.html' title='=('/><author><name>SiAn YaNg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06580633378042969681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-18633034.post-115147227916413923</id><published>2006-06-28T13:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-28T13:24:39.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'>=)</title><content type='html'>this dim wit needs love. when is the model popping out. lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18633034-115147227916413923?l=painwithinme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://painwithinme.blogspot.com/feeds/115147227916413923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18633034&amp;postID=115147227916413923' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18633034/posts/default/115147227916413923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18633034/posts/default/115147227916413923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://painwithinme.blogspot.com/2006/06/blog-post_28.html' title='=)'/><author><name>SiAn YaNg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06580633378042969681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-18633034.post-115107853565975599</id><published>2006-06-23T23:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-24T00:02:15.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'>=)</title><content type='html'>been sick the past few days. it was living hell. but oh well. i have upcovered. i am up and kicking agian. so been busy going out after sch this few days. play basketball and all. oh yea, btw, this holiday simply suck. no late nights. its just plain. stayed at home almost all of the days. except for going swimming and lan gaming in like once in a blue moon. so today, went out with tian shi, met up with his fren called gladys. woah. wat a beauty. although she is skinny, she is simply beautiful. from there, i am inspired to have a model as a gf. sounds impossible, but when you are rich, everything is possble =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18633034-115107853565975599?l=painwithinme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://painwithinme.blogspot.com/feeds/115107853565975599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18633034&amp;postID=115107853565975599' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18633034/posts/default/115107853565975599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18633034/posts/default/115107853565975599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://painwithinme.blogspot.com/2006/06/blog-post_23.html' title='=)'/><author><name>SiAn YaNg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06580633378042969681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-18633034.post-115022004659074148</id><published>2006-06-14T01:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-14T01:34:06.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'>=)</title><content type='html'>eh heh heh. some people just couldn;t leave me alone. she still had to call me. and wants to be my 'fren'. well, i appreciate that offer. but nah, what is over is over. i learnt my lesson already. a hard one. you go like fuck off with that little white face of yours. and stop bothering me. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18633034-115022004659074148?l=painwithinme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://painwithinme.blogspot.com/feeds/115022004659074148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18633034&amp;postID=115022004659074148' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18633034/posts/default/115022004659074148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18633034/posts/default/115022004659074148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://painwithinme.blogspot.com/2006/06/blog-post_14.html' title='=)'/><author><name>SiAn YaNg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06580633378042969681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-18633034.post-115005220768571034</id><published>2006-06-12T02:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-12T02:56:47.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'>=)</title><content type='html'>wow, i didn;t know i possess such excessive powers to stir up a commotion. firstly, i merely typed a few sentence commenting on that slut. secondly, it has been confirm she is back with the mama;s boy again. wooo. when she broke up with him, she complaines to everyone how bad he is. he was being a jerk and moron. and now she broke up with me, shes complaining to people i am a jerk and moron. how cool is that. so, 4 letters to describe her. S-L-U-T. so my brother nikolas, when you are dry, no more cash, shes gone. betta load yourself with more notes =) all the love love love thingys, u were saying you were too young to experience all those, what an irony. you know. sometimes i admire jeremys IT skills, or else your blog would be featured on mine. highlighted-----EXTREME IRONY!. oh yea, get angry, get very angry, piss yourself off. use food to cool yourself down. soon, you will become some fat ugly shit with rebonded hair =) tehe. oh yea. before signing off. i have not been into trouble for so many years already. come leh, don like that la. trouble. come come. =) love you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18633034-115005220768571034?l=painwithinme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://painwithinme.blogspot.com/feeds/115005220768571034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18633034&amp;postID=115005220768571034' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18633034/posts/default/115005220768571034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18633034/posts/default/115005220768571034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://painwithinme.blogspot.com/2006/06/blog-post_12.html' title='=)'/><author><name>SiAn YaNg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06580633378042969681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-18633034.post-115002960529947556</id><published>2006-06-11T20:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-11T20:40:05.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'>=)</title><content type='html'>alright, she came to my place to collect her stuff. now that i don have to see her anymore. fuck those holding on crap. after much thinking, she is nothing much but some cheap whore. she breaks up with nikolas, to be together with me, squeeze my dry of my savings, then flee and gets back together with him. what more can i say. simply cheap. i aint giving you faces, cox you left none for me. so yep, that all those and go screw yourself. there is this hatred inside me. don worry, fuck the 7 years promise we had. i aint gonna be dumb again. hurting myself like a mad fuck, being a emo kid for so many days. suddenly, seeing you with that straight hair turns me off, you don look like rainie anymore, how more look more like stormy? disaster and monstrous. lucky you aint mine anymore. you are no longer in my league, you will not be featured in this blog anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on something light, my TP is on 29 aug tuesday. plz pray that i can pass that. i believe that when i have a car, i no need to scare no girls, i only have to scared i get sick of girls. muahahaha =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;a student urge to drink bubble tea&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18633034-115002960529947556?l=painwithinme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://painwithinme.blogspot.com/feeds/115002960529947556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18633034&amp;postID=115002960529947556' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18633034/posts/default/115002960529947556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18633034/posts/default/115002960529947556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://painwithinme.blogspot.com/2006/06/blog-post_11.html' title='=)'/><author><name>SiAn YaNg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06580633378042969681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-18633034.post-114960324321887043</id><published>2006-06-06T22:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-06T22:14:03.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'>=(</title><content type='html'>i don know what is wrong with her. but i think she still loves me. even if she doesn;t, i am still holding on to that believe. because, you can never ask a person to stop loving the wife. i believe what she says is just a moment of anger. give her a few days of cool off. something like when you engine overworks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18633034-114960324321887043?l=painwithinme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://painwithinme.blogspot.com/feeds/114960324321887043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18633034&amp;postID=114960324321887043' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18633034/posts/default/114960324321887043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18633034/posts/default/114960324321887043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://painwithinme.blogspot.com/2006/06/blog-post_06.html' title='=('/><author><name>SiAn YaNg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06580633378042969681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-18633034.post-114943841686576158</id><published>2006-06-05T00:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-05T01:30:18.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'>=(</title><content type='html'>i tried to live my life normally. i just couldn;t do it without her. my parents are giving me hell. i am caught in the middle. i didn;t want it to end this way. do i have a choice? somethings i really hate her. for coming and going like that. if i link it back, it wouldn;t had happen. it would still be a happy day. i am never going to forgive myself the rest of my life. i drove my dearest away. yes, we are all young, but, i only want her. because i love her. if you understand what is love. that is true love. oh yes, thinking of ways not to hurt me? no matter how hard you try, you still do. i have nothing much to say already. whats gone is gone. you shouldn;t have regarded me as your 'boyfren' if u still had feelings for him.  i called her just now. i explained things to her. i am really SORRY for all that i have done. if there is a next time, i wont do it again. but now, i am leaving it all to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;to forgive is easy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;to love is easy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;to commit, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;is hard. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i've done my part&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;its all up to you. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i am still holding firmly to my point&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i love you &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18633034-114943841686576158?l=painwithinme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://painwithinme.blogspot.com/feeds/114943841686576158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18633034&amp;postID=114943841686576158' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18633034/posts/default/114943841686576158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18633034/posts/default/114943841686576158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://painwithinme.blogspot.com/2006/06/blog-post.html' title='=('/><author><name>SiAn YaNg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06580633378042969681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-18633034.post-114934739854942935</id><published>2006-06-03T23:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-03T23:09:58.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i am all to blame</title><content type='html'>well, the worse has came. she told me she still loves nic alot. she wants a break up. i told her give me 4 more days. well actually its all over, i knew that i had no return. i have nothing much to say. i am all to blame. i shouldn;t have said those things at kfc. my mouth cox me my failure. a moment ago she was still cheering me up, calling me bao bei, holding my hands, all close to be. by just 3 letters, i was a goner. now i am nothing but a loser, i am not asking for you sympathy, i don want you to be together with me because of sympathy. i want you to truely love me. all i ask for is that. i already had plans to marry you and all. now my parents are mocking at me. they are all saying, its one in a million to find a girl that can stand your fattiness, you uglyness and you disgustingness. now she is gone, you pissed her off, are you happy? i have nothing more to say already. today is the sadest day of my life. i made up my mind, i am not going to forget her, i am going to tatoo her name on my chest. she would be there for the rest of my life, for as long as i live. call me dumb of what, i am a taurus, and my mind is made up. no point telling me what to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i locked you inside my heart&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i threw away the key &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;you cant get out&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i will love you for the rest of my life&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;if we had 9 lives&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i would love you 9 times. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;all i wanted you to know &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;is that&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I LOVE YOU. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cherie =)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18633034-114934739854942935?l=painwithinme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://painwithinme.blogspot.com/feeds/114934739854942935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18633034&amp;postID=114934739854942935' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18633034/posts/default/114934739854942935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18633034/posts/default/114934739854942935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://painwithinme.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-am-all-to-blame.html' title='i am all to blame'/><author><name>SiAn YaNg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06580633378042969681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-18633034.post-114907432210295804</id><published>2006-05-31T19:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-31T19:18:42.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'>=)</title><content type='html'>ok, its a very 'sian' day at home. i don usually use the word sian, but then today i;ll make an exception. seriously got nothing better to do. everyone is out, i am at home, cox i am out of cash. 0 dollars with me now. lol. pathetic me. today, saw this toyota camry 2.4 zhng his body kit. add spoiler and i suppose there is a close port air filter. looks dam firece. how often do you see this type of car go zhng?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;no matter what shit we go true, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i still love you &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18633034-114907432210295804?l=painwithinme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://painwithinme.blogspot.com/feeds/114907432210295804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18633034&amp;postID=114907432210295804' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18633034/posts/default/114907432210295804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18633034/posts/default/114907432210295804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://painwithinme.blogspot.com/2006/05/blog-post_31.html' title='=)'/><author><name>SiAn YaNg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06580633378042969681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-18633034.post-114891852420515625</id><published>2006-05-29T23:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-30T00:02:04.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'>.</title><content type='html'>have you ever wondered what gfs will be like when they turn 18? oh yes yes, they suddenly change. a massive gigantic change. you wont be given the time to react. something like, the car infront of you suddenly jam brake, then langa already. for me, its all bout clubs and outtings. so yep. wth. she is no longer the girl i know, how i wish she would just remain 1 7, so that she cant club, and i don have to worry so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah, fuck the girls, i am currently taking stage 2 of ma driving lessons. still got 3 mroe stage to TP test =), hopefully i can drive by sep. ok, saturday my dad's car came, its not much different from a taxi, because of the space. infront small, behind big. sound system is not that good. most of all, no power. well, what more can i ask for, its a nissan -.-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18633034-114891852420515625?l=painwithinme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://painwithinme.blogspot.com/feeds/114891852420515625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18633034&amp;postID=114891852420515625' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18633034/posts/default/114891852420515625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18633034/posts/default/114891852420515625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://painwithinme.blogspot.com/2006/05/blog-post_29.html' title='.'/><author><name>SiAn YaNg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06580633378042969681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-18633034.post-114866013596604993</id><published>2006-05-27T00:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-27T00:15:35.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'>=)</title><content type='html'>we are together again&lt;br /&gt;just praising the lord&lt;br /&gt;we are together&lt;br /&gt;in one accord&lt;br /&gt;something great is going to happen&lt;br /&gt;something great is in store&lt;br /&gt;we are together again&lt;br /&gt;just praising the lord!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: has nothing to do with christianity, just a song i learn in BB and i feel that it can describe me and her =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yes yes, i know, haven been updating this piece of crap for darn blardy long already. been quite depressed over that matter, but now is totally sunshine. yep, nothing interesting, proceded with the driving lessons, dads car came already, it was at bad as i thought i would be. And i and my group of retarded frenz have been playing battlefield 2 almost everyday after sch. but, certainly enjoyed the time playing game together =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;lose your handphone, lose you connections. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;lose my girlfren, lose my aim of life.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18633034-114866013596604993?l=painwithinme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://painwithinme.blogspot.com/feeds/114866013596604993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18633034&amp;postID=114866013596604993' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18633034/posts/default/114866013596604993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18633034/posts/default/114866013596604993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://painwithinme.blogspot.com/2006/05/blog-post_27.html' title='=)'/><author><name>SiAn YaNg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06580633378042969681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-18633034.post-114784410799676317</id><published>2006-05-17T13:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-17T13:35:08.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'>=x</title><content type='html'>alright, the happy moments has ended. you guessed it. i am not as sad as the previous time. cox i told myself that, since there is the 1st time, there is a second time. so yep. but however, i believe that it the chee bye puball mother fucker called NIKOLAS never come and disturb. things would be pretty fine between the both of us. call your nikolas. NIKOLAN LA. NIKO NIKO, act jap ah. your mother like chee bye like that, kum lan till give you that name. father also. another useless, brain damage fella.  agree with the mother. i sometime wonder how longs your dick. you push me to my limits. if u aint happy with me, come, i;ll be waitin for you, but don go crying for your mummy if you happen to lose a limp. opps. oh maybe go home with a swollen cheek? oh perhaps spend a few months in the hospital, who knows, but don worry, i wont kill you, dirty my hands and i have to go to jail, wat for. lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18633034-114784410799676317?l=painwithinme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://painwithinme.blogspot.com/feeds/114784410799676317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18633034&amp;postID=114784410799676317' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18633034/posts/default/114784410799676317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18633034/posts/default/114784410799676317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://painwithinme.blogspot.com/2006/05/x_17.html' title='=x'/><author><name>SiAn YaNg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06580633378042969681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-18633034.post-114770068202794841</id><published>2006-05-15T21:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-15T21:44:42.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'>=)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5367/1828/1600/mouth%20gag.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5367/1828/320/mouth%20gag.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5367/1828/1600/sex%20slave.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5367/1828/320/sex%20slave.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG OMG OMG. what are those? well, they are bondage gags. Don know whats wrong with me today, but gonna touch a little on kinky stuff =) i am sure you people will like it. TOo many entry of sad stuff. So let me intro you to the first one, a sensory deprivation hood. Left with only 2 tiny peep holes. Suitable for bondage torture. And also, usually, there is this saying "cover the face fuck the base" i guess this is the best tool =) above, is the open mouth gag, that can only be used if the girl refuse to give you a blow job and you need that to keep the mouth open. the achieve better effect, you need to tie up her hands. And for safety purpose, always allow your partner to breath =) don let them suffocate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, things have been back to normal with her. The word trust is very important among couples. Without trust, a relationship cant go far. And, if you want to ensure that there is trust in either one of the party, you should not do things the other fella don like too often =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;girl, you are the most beautiful thing that god created.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18633034-114770068202794841?l=painwithinme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://painwithinme.blogspot.com/feeds/114770068202794841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18633034&amp;postID=114770068202794841' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18633034/posts/default/114770068202794841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18633034/posts/default/114770068202794841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://painwithinme.blogspot.com/2006/05/blog-post_15.html' title='=)'/><author><name>SiAn YaNg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06580633378042969681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-18633034.post-114760495462659847</id><published>2006-05-14T19:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-14T19:09:14.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'>=(</title><content type='html'>i am feeling very lost. i don know what to do. first time in my life, i feel like giving cherie to the fella and just die. end the misery. i was thinking, perhaps a little over board, i do feel that sometimes when i bicker with her, she gives me the feeling that:come break up, so i can go back to him without hurting you. i cant help it. thoughts do run while. but for now, i know my end is near, so i am going to enjoy the last few bits of the happiness we share.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18633034-114760495462659847?l=painwithinme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://painwithinme.blogspot.com/feeds/114760495462659847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18633034&amp;postID=114760495462659847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18633034/posts/default/114760495462659847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18633034/posts/default/114760495462659847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://painwithinme.blogspot.com/2006/05/blog-post_114760495462659847.html' title='=('/><author><name>SiAn YaNg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06580633378042969681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-18633034.post-114754174088686268</id><published>2006-05-14T01:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-14T01:35:40.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'>=/</title><content type='html'>Oh well well, so much for politics, haha, don know what has gone into me. So after so many entries not related to my life, i am going to write something about my life today! passed few days, many things happended. she stayed over at my place, i stayed over at hers. We watched MI 3 together at shaw, gawd, the seats there are really not for human. Its soggy. Its stinky, the theatre is so cramp. The aircon is uber cold. but then again, when your loved ones are near, warmth is easily found. But girls do give lots of problems, especially those uber lazy ones. haha, i do feel like a maid sometimes, but, a happy maid, no salaries, jus hugs =) *hearts her*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today aint a good day, first, the fella is back for her. of course, which human on earth wont be afraid. second, while i am typing this pose, she is dancing her shit out on the dance floor and liquid? of maybe drinking her lungs out. who knows. *worried worried* i do hope that nothing bad happens. am tearing now, don noe why, she does a great impact of me. The world would stop spinning without her. Shit comes out from my mouth without her. banglas become white without her. alright, i believe that we can hold on together. i believe. i believe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*hearts u* &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;shes so cuddly, shes so cute, i love her =)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18633034-114754174088686268?l=painwithinme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://painwithinme.blogspot.com/feeds/114754174088686268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18633034&amp;postID=114754174088686268' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18633034/posts/default/114754174088686268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18633034/posts/default/114754174088686268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://painwithinme.blogspot.com/2006/05/blog-post_14.html' title='=/'/><author><name>SiAn YaNg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06580633378042969681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-18633034.post-114707080694572820</id><published>2006-05-08T14:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-08T14:46:46.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'>=)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5367/1828/1600/600px-Singapore_GE_2006,_contested_seats.png"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5367/1828/320/600px-Singapore_GE_2006%2C_contested_seats.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5367/1828/1600/Stevechia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5367/1828/320/Stevechia.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5367/1828/1600/hero.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5367/1828/320/hero.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5367/1828/1600/dumb%20fuck.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5367/1828/320/dumb%20fuck.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5367/1828/1600/Chiamst.1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5367/1828/320/Chiamst.1.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5367/1828/1600/Chiamst.0.png"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;alright, to start todays entry, i show you the pics of the various bosses of the different groups in singapore. First, a pic of singapore and its constitutions. Second, you have steve chia, then comes our HERO! PM LEE, then you have a dumb fuck, chee soon quan, then finally, Mr chiam see tong, a respectable man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not all constitutions in singapore has a chance to vote, the most focused one would be on aljunied, potong pasir and hougang. So yep, so basically its like a walk over for PAP. so lets move on for the comments of various candidates and heads&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;steve chia, his scandal. He asked his maid to go topless so as he could take pics of her. then, in 2005, he was charged for dangerous driving. But overall, he is not a bad leader. Friendly and caring for the people. its a pity that he lost this elections, he has been in the election for 2 times already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then comes our hero. PM LEE HSIEN LONG. of course, he is the best. Lift upgrading and all, serving the people, benefitting people, what more can i say about him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then is dumb fuck chee soon quan, i don know what the hell is this fella thinking. Anyhow scold the government, and worse, scold Lee Kuan Yew. He held rallys at istana without license. And got arrestted for it. Again and again, he tired to question the law of singapore. And finally, he was declared bankrupt and was not able to participate in this election. I wonder how many screws fell off his head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then finally, we reach chiam see tong. A very determined guy. I shaked hands with him before. Giving me the senior profeciency star award for the boys brigade. All the age of 70, still fighting for the rights of every singaporean. I think we should give me a round of applause for his effort and all. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;the world would stop spinning without you =)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5367/1828/1600/Chiamst.png"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18633034-114707080694572820?l=painwithinme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://painwithinme.blogspot.com/feeds/114707080694572820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18633034&amp;postID=114707080694572820' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18633034/posts/default/114707080694572820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18633034/posts/default/114707080694572820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://painwithinme.blogspot.com/2006/05/blog-post_08.html' title='=)'/><author><name>SiAn YaNg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06580633378042969681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-18633034.post-114681170207831706</id><published>2006-05-05T14:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-05T14:48:22.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'>=)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5367/1828/1600/zhng%20my%20sunny.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5367/1828/320/zhng%20my%20sunny.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                              this is what you call zhng my sunny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright, to kick start off today;s entry, above, look, the ugliest car on earth. NISSAN SUNNY!!! its modified on the outside, don know whether the fella got zhng his engine or not. but still, nissan sunny still don look appealing at all. see, the old lancer, you zhng here zhng there, become lancer evolutions. swee swee. Nissan leh? you zhng here zhng there, still sunny, can become skyline meh? Oh yea, i found out the car my dad bought, nissan slyphy 1.5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, tml would be might birthday, so happy, finally, after living on this planet for 18 years, i could actually go behind the wheels and drives! celebrations would be on for me today and tml, well, if you want to get my pressies, by all means =) this is my second birthday that i am spenting with her. NOthing can be more special than that. I LUF HER. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18633034-114681170207831706?l=painwithinme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://painwithinme.blogspot.com/feeds/114681170207831706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18633034&amp;postID=114681170207831706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18633034/posts/default/114681170207831706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18633034/posts/default/114681170207831706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://painwithinme.blogspot.com/2006/05/blog-post_05.html' title='=)'/><author><name>SiAn YaNg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06580633378042969681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-18633034.post-114672623853335900</id><published>2006-05-04T15:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-04T15:07:10.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'>=)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5367/1828/1600/29-04-06_2232.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5367/1828/320/29-04-06_2232.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                          this is me and her =) i love her loads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5367/1828/1600/DSC01548.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5367/1828/320/DSC01548.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                   for those who haven;t seen me for quite some time, this is my new hair =)                 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lets see, everyone is so into studying now. no one is at relax as they were as when they were still in year 1. it worries me. looking at them study, i felt kinda left out. even my dear girl is studying now. stress stress and more stress. you can see the look on their faces, so stress out, so pale, always so moody. But then again, i still love her. sighx, everyone is telling me that its good to have a car already? but wat the hell, nissan is not a car, its garbage. at least get me a lancer la, at least can zhng until like evo what. sianz. not to worry, wish my luck as a embark on a quest to pester my dad to buy me something better =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18633034-114672623853335900?l=painwithinme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://painwithinme.blogspot.com/feeds/114672623853335900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18633034&amp;postID=114672623853335900' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18633034/posts/default/114672623853335900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18633034/posts/default/114672623853335900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://painwithinme.blogspot.com/2006/05/blog-post.html' title='=)'/><author><name>SiAn YaNg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06580633378042969681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-18633034.post-114663784161532020</id><published>2006-05-03T14:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-03T14:30:41.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'>=x</title><content type='html'>i had the wierdest dreams last night. All i knew was that when i woke up, my pillow was soaked with tears. Its still clear in my mind, it freaks me out. Could you imagine a happy trip to king albert park macdonalds actually turn out to be a nightmare? Shall not go into it deeper. But after that dream, made my treasure every moment with my girl more. it might really happen. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a lighter note, my dad got me a car, a 1.5 litre nissan shit car. its blardy auto matic, and i aint talking to him now until he gets me a evolution. so yep =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18633034-114663784161532020?l=painwithinme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://painwithinme.blogspot.com/feeds/114663784161532020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18633034&amp;postID=114663784161532020' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18633034/posts/default/114663784161532020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18633034/posts/default/114663784161532020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://painwithinme.blogspot.com/2006/05/x.html' title='=x'/><author><name>SiAn YaNg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06580633378042969681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-18633034.post-114606795056394071</id><published>2006-04-27T00:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-27T00:12:30.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'>=)</title><content type='html'>lepak = slack. slacking is unhealthy, it wastes your life, but then again, there is nothing much you can do in life. so lepak it alway =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;her is the one i love =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18633034-114606795056394071?l=painwithinme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://painwithinme.blogspot.com/feeds/114606795056394071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18633034&amp;postID=114606795056394071' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18633034/posts/default/114606795056394071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18633034/posts/default/114606795056394071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://painwithinme.blogspot.com/2006/04/blog-post_27.html' title='=)'/><author><name>SiAn YaNg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06580633378042969681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-18633034.post-114594986002494237</id><published>2006-04-25T15:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-25T15:24:20.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'>=)</title><content type='html'>lol, tried to post something that is against christians yesterday. But the web doesn;t allow me to do so. i suppose god didnt like me saying that he masturbates? oh well, shouldn;t talk bout that anymore. The next time i see retards bitching around, i make sure she drinks GOD's cum, well, if he really cums la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been scared to look at the weighing machine lately, haven;t be weighing myself for quite something. Oh well, look at my tummy, its huge, spare tire to change 2 trucks! wanna strike rich? rub my tummy before buying 4D. =) Sch has proceeded on to the second week, i know quite a few new frenz, amazing not from my cLAsss, but all around the sch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Year 2 is going to be quite busy, so don expect me to update as usual.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18633034-114594986002494237?l=painwithinme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://painwithinme.blogspot.com/feeds/114594986002494237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18633034&amp;postID=114594986002494237' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18633034/posts/default/114594986002494237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18633034/posts/default/114594986002494237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://painwithinme.blogspot.com/2006/04/blog-post_25.html' title='=)'/><author><name>SiAn YaNg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06580633378042969681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-18633034.post-114589164164180119</id><published>2006-04-24T23:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-24T23:14:01.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'>=)</title><content type='html'>the word life begins to bug me. how god create man, although i don give a dam. but quite interesting. why people look hideous? and why are there cuties like me? simple, imagine you playing plastercine, u need 2 hands to mould something, to make it look perfect. you cant do it with one hand, so one fine day, god decided to masturbate, he made a few doughs of man and women, poof, there they are, hideous looking =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18633034-114589164164180119?l=painwithinme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://painwithinme.blogspot.com/feeds/114589164164180119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18633034&amp;postID=114589164164180119' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18633034/posts/default/114589164164180119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18633034/posts/default/114589164164180119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://painwithinme.blogspot.com/2006/04/blog-post_24.html' title='=)'/><author><name>SiAn YaNg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06580633378042969681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-18633034.post-114554744110050275</id><published>2006-04-20T23:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-20T23:37:21.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'>=)</title><content type='html'>alright, days in sch were like normal.. just that we all cant smoke like a bunch like we used to. the class is nice, but no chicks in my class. went to marina with cherie today to collect her pay and headed for cartel for deserts. hehe. she took a few pics of me. i find myself looking like a butch =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18633034-114554744110050275?l=painwithinme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://painwithinme.blogspot.com/feeds/114554744110050275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18633034&amp;postID=114554744110050275' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18633034/posts/default/114554744110050275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18633034/posts/default/114554744110050275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://painwithinme.blogspot.com/2006/04/blog-post_20.html' title='=)'/><author><name>SiAn YaNg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06580633378042969681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-18633034.post-114542565409340471</id><published>2006-04-19T13:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-19T13:47:34.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'>=(</title><content type='html'>sad things do happen. and how bout this. i am going to die. give me like 3 weeks. i m gone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18633034-114542565409340471?l=painwithinme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://painwithinme.blogspot.com/feeds/114542565409340471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18633034&amp;postID=114542565409340471' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18633034/posts/default/114542565409340471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18633034/posts/default/114542565409340471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://painwithinme.blogspot.com/2006/04/blog-post_19.html' title='=('/><author><name>SiAn YaNg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06580633378042969681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-18633034.post-114495900028379603</id><published>2006-04-14T04:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-14T04:10:00.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'>=)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;today has gotta be the happiest day of my life. People who know me should know. Its all about her =). anyways, yiling got accepted into RP, congratulations. HAHA, i am dam evil i know, i always wanted to be in the same sch as yiling la, don know why, was praying for it, it really came true. anyways, don mistake anything darling, i didn;t ask you to take industrail so that you can come RP, cox i feel that private is not that safe. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;when boy meets girls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18633034-114495900028379603?l=painwithinme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://painwithinme.blogspot.com/feeds/114495900028379603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18633034&amp;postID=114495900028379603' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18633034/posts/default/114495900028379603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18633034/posts/default/114495900028379603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://painwithinme.blogspot.com/2006/04/blog-post_14.html' title='=)'/><author><name>SiAn YaNg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06580633378042969681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-18633034.post-114486618376413601</id><published>2006-04-13T02:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-13T02:23:03.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'>=)</title><content type='html'>now i am feeling dam bad. bout my previous entry. call me stupid or dumb. i can never be angry for long. especially her. i don know should listen to who. or maybe listen to my heart. and there is only one thing. all my head, all day round, telling me that, i really love her. i rather be hurt than to see my love one hurt. so yep =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18633034-114486618376413601?l=painwithinme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://painwithinme.blogspot.com/feeds/114486618376413601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18633034&amp;postID=114486618376413601' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18633034/posts/default/114486618376413601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18633034/posts/default/114486618376413601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://painwithinme.blogspot.com/2006/04/blog-post.html' title='=)'/><author><name>SiAn YaNg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06580633378042969681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-18633034.post-114480480893098345</id><published>2006-04-12T09:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-12T09:20:08.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wasted</title><content type='html'>hey all, i am back. earlier than expected. However, i wished that i wasn;t back, at least i could escape some reality for a few more days. Oh well, as you know, being a pig like me, i would always sleep as much as i could. But, i didn;t sleep last night. Been trying to sleep, tossing and turning in bed. Thinking through of what everyone is telling me. ANd now, i feel so wasted. I felt that i have wasted my time, my money. Time, because, i spent most of the time in bangkok looking for the stuff you want, thinking of stuff to buy for you, and whatever i did, its always you i think of first. Then, i msged you there everynight. Without fail, the bills for 3 days only went up to 60 dollars. I don know how much would it be for the rest of the 11 days. I know that i am get screwed by my parents. Every thing i do to make you happy, gone down the drain. Luckily i didn;t buy the burberry bag for you, or else, i would jump of my window this second. Oh wells, this is what i get for loving you. I wanna thank god and scold god for this. Why of all people in the world me? why me? i only 17 going on 18, and you put me thru shit. real shit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18633034-114480480893098345?l=painwithinme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://painwithinme.blogspot.com/feeds/114480480893098345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18633034&amp;postID=114480480893098345' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18633034/posts/default/114480480893098345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18633034/posts/default/114480480893098345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://painwithinme.blogspot.com/2006/04/wasted.html' title='wasted'/><author><name>SiAn YaNg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06580633378042969681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-18633034.post-114340726380843642</id><published>2006-03-27T04:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-27T05:07:43.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'>long week</title><content type='html'>alright, sorry for not posting anything for a dam long time already. basically, i am leaving for thailand tml. and this pass few days had been hectic for me. First thing first. From last monday to thursday, i had this biking camp. Man, this is really one camp that i will never forget. Very fun, pulau ubin and pengarang. The pengarang was the bomb. basically, just imagine this, a group of 9 cyclist getting lost in the jungle and don know where to go. And what we saw was a hut, quite a distance from us. Its dam small from our point of view. so you could imagine how far was that. and that was the only hope. for a moment, we thought its just another empty hut that we came arosss. but we made an effort to go there. And yes, we go there, and there was a chinese family in it. We asked for directions, and we were out of the maze in like 1 hours time. And when we were out, the feeling was high. YOu will never get the feeling unless you are there to experience it your own. Somemore we were rushing for the last ferry. So yea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been out with jasper for almost everynight, will not reach home till like early in the morning 3 - 4 am? this is the life? nah, it gets boring sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dam, i lost my phone while sending cherie home yseterday. was a 6680, i am just not born to have good phones, all the power phone for nokia i lost. and was, it made sense to me already, i am just going to get a normal phone that can call and sms, no need for any big ass good functions, because, i will lose another phone in like 4 months? how short. technology wise, i am very dependent on my phone, it acts as an alarm for me, takes pics, acts as a MP3, now its all gone. i miss my phone. but then again, whats gone is gone, no point crying over spilled milk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, without my phone, i cant sms many people, people who are close to me and gillian and cherie. As for gillian, she is somesort of like sister to me? elder sister, there to talk cock with me, i tell my stuff to her, well sometimes not in time to tell her la, so she would be like bugging me! but its good, having a really good fren there. SO yes gillian, if you are reading this, you can drop me a msg at 97545976. Can i be your didi? and as for cherie. i miss her loads man. when i lost my phone, my mind went blank, didn;t know of what to do. so yar, she was there to comfort me, i thank her for that. i cant imagine what would it be like without her. was at jeremy house talking cock just now la, his cousin dated for 10 years before getting married. don know whether it would be the same for me and her. i hope so. cox i really love her. i can say isn;t any puppy love or stuff like that. pure love. so yar, when i come back from thailand, if i m in one piece, the first thing i want to do would be to meet up with her, hug her real tight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18633034-114340726380843642?l=painwithinme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://painwithinme.blogspot.com/feeds/114340726380843642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18633034&amp;postID=114340726380843642' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18633034/posts/default/114340726380843642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18633034/posts/default/114340726380843642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://painwithinme.blogspot.com/2006/03/long-week.html' title='long week'/><author><name>SiAn YaNg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06580633378042969681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-18633034.post-114227748798687777</id><published>2006-03-14T03:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-14T03:18:08.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'>beer.</title><content type='html'>well, today went to many places. in the morning woke up, not seeing any miss calls on my phone. felt wierd, then i suddenly remember that i was suppose to meet cherie. then, woohooo, i overslept. then i realize that my phone has no reception, don know what is wrong with my house, i must place the phone near the window then will have reception. so happily, i went to the window, and poof, all the msg came in. but, sadly, none of it was from her. i thought i was late and she was already there, wanting to kill me already. so i called her, but then she never pick up the phone, i was quite worried, decided to leave her a msg. then after 10 mins, she never reply. i knew that something was wrong. cox i know that no matter what she is doing, she would take time out to reply me. so i got angry and worried. msg to scold her. then after that, grabbed my lunch and had a shower and rushed down to choa chu kang library to look for her. that was what she told me the previous night. went down, saw no one, decided to give her a call again. still no pick up. finally, at night then she replied me, she had a bad headache. phew, lucky nothing wrong. the stone in my heart finally dropped out from my arse. phew. a great sigh of relief. yuo know how worried am i or not!!!! oh yes, i was saying, went to many places, after that, went town to meet derrick and brought him to the fox shop at pacific plaza to buy gloves, then went down to QLC to meet the bb boys, then after that went to meet jasper at clementi, then he brought me to this place to have beer. as you know, i cant drink, didn;t drink much. the environment wasn;t bad, kinda that kind la... haha. don know what is the word. the went to cck the have supper. wah. today like very you yuan with cck ah... haha. then now. i m home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i hope that  things are alright for you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18633034-114227748798687777?l=painwithinme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://painwithinme.blogspot.com/feeds/114227748798687777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18633034&amp;postID=114227748798687777' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18633034/posts/default/114227748798687777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18633034/posts/default/114227748798687777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://painwithinme.blogspot.com/2006/03/beer.html' title='beer.'/><author><name>SiAn YaNg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06580633378042969681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-18633034.post-114218757456555301</id><published>2006-03-13T02:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-13T02:19:34.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'>club</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;life has took a turning point for me. don know why. i feel that its just not the same this holidays. been out almost everyday. i hardly spent time at home. i only be home till like 5am in the morning. i don get to see my parents, i don get to talk to them. but then again, i seem to enjoy myself while doing all this. i am worried, very worried, that i might develop some communication barrier with them. seriosuly speaking, i am very honest with them, except for the part that i am watching porn at home. haha, i tell them that i go clubbing. they don seem to understand, so i use a layman term, disco. however, disco is not the same frmo clubbing, so, they got the wrong idea, its quite hard to communicate with your parents sometimes. and, everyday kena screwed for coming home late. therefore, i shall stay at home on tuesday. wahahah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;anyways, on saturday night, wanted to go for DXO, there is this lingerie party there. haha. all my horny frenz. took a drive there, check it out for a while, it was more of a dick fest, those desperate people trying to go there and pick up some sexy lingerie chicks? saw bao ying, cheryl and one of their fren there. that fren is super duper chio. nice hair, nice voice. but she smokes, and she is not straight, how sad is that. what is the world coming to this days, soon, guys wont like girls anymore. after 20 mins there, we decided to go to phunk bar. well, its a much smaller club. a small community of people. well, basically niggers, well,  i gotta tell you that, when you go in, you basically see shirts floating around. haha. dance a little, then they dragged me up to do pole dance, so what the hell, do la. nothing to lose. then after phunk, went to queenz. don know they call it queenz or hendrix. haha. quite a few ang moh chicks and some chinese chicks. i just love going to clubs, you see girls wearing as little as they can. so that sums up my wonderful week 1 of my holidays.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18633034-114218757456555301?l=painwithinme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://painwithinme.blogspot.com/feeds/114218757456555301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18633034&amp;postID=114218757456555301' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18633034/posts/default/114218757456555301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18633034/posts/default/114218757456555301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://painwithinme.blogspot.com/2006/03/club.html' title='club'/><author><name>SiAn YaNg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06580633378042969681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-18633034.post-114192742744793802</id><published>2006-03-10T01:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-10T02:03:47.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'>internet</title><content type='html'>oh yes yes, the internet man has finally came. installed my internet for me. wireless somemore. that means tat the days of me tabbing into my neighbours wireless network has ended. haha, sounds like so cheapo ah.  after the man left my house, the internet broke down for while, panic for a while, and i realize that my mum go off the swtich, for don know what reason. haha. and everyday back to normal again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went out with cherie just now. to watch a movie. nanny mcphee. quite meaningful, quite funny, quite touching too. the show is nice, and you should go watch it. if you are all out for britain english jokes. haha. oh yes, we hanged around till about 1 plus before we left home. she has to work tml. that pig wanted me to piggy back her, and i nearly dieded can, 4 packs of rice also not that heavy, bak kua also not that heavy. but never mind, i just love that. carry someone that meant alot to you =) anyways, i feeling kinda bad now. she askde me to sent her to work tml, and i said cannot. just because i wanted my beauty sleep. hehe. then afternoon going to meet my fren for some discussion, i could have sacrifice my sleep and sent her to work. caught in the middle, should i go? or should i stay at home and sleep and pick her up after work? In life, there are many dilema, we always say, we could give it a pass and make it up another day. but then, how sure are you that the other day would come. FOr me, i am just afriad that i am not doing enough? but overall, was quite fun la. sorry for not being able to eat. hehe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18633034-114192742744793802?l=painwithinme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://painwithinme.blogspot.com/feeds/114192742744793802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18633034&amp;postID=114192742744793802' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18633034/posts/default/114192742744793802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18633034/posts/default/114192742744793802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://painwithinme.blogspot.com/2006/03/internet.html' title='internet'/><author><name>SiAn YaNg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06580633378042969681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-18633034.post-114184833088089443</id><published>2006-03-09T04:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-09T04:05:30.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'>empty.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;wells, was a fun day i had to say. went to zouk with my frenz. entered with damian ic. haha, its amazing that i look like him? oh yes, we dance and we drank. my gawd. i have to admit that i suck at drinking man, i bottle of heniken, and i am dead. puking like no ones business. lol. perhaps i am just not made to drink, i am made to dance and sent those blardy drunkards home. haha. oh well, what to do. mambo night, cb, waste my time somemore. how to dance to mambo music ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;oh yes, cherie read my previous post. a rather positive feedback. so i shall hold on to it. and carry on with my life. my gawd. felt so relax now after saying what i have to say. yes yes, its time to move on, but, how easy is it to forget your first love, and the all you have gave in? even when i was puking, and feeling, ermmmm, is drunk the word? still thinking of her, thinking of how that thing is going to go home from esplanade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;you give me the flutterbyes.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18633034-114184833088089443?l=painwithinme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://painwithinme.blogspot.com/feeds/114184833088089443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18633034&amp;postID=114184833088089443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18633034/posts/default/114184833088089443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18633034/posts/default/114184833088089443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://painwithinme.blogspot.com/2006/03/empty.html' title='empty.'/><author><name>SiAn YaNg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06580633378042969681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-18633034.post-114159547675255619</id><published>2006-03-06T05:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-06T05:53:13.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sorely missed.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;alright man, the holidays are here. I don know how am i going to spent it. 6 weeks. this is the amount of life wasted. nothing to do. not planning to look for a job. cox, serving people jux suck. perhaps i;ll just stay at home at leach for money. haha. oh yes, many things happened this pass few days. First major one was the operation fun cycling. totally hit me off man. fun, amazing, memorable. how many times do you make your mark in the campus? second was that woohooo, before the ride, i already knew jasper, after the ride, brotherhood seems to get closer a little. so yea, been hanging out with him recently. cool bunch of people. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;its the start of the holidays. means its going to change class at the start of the semester next year. so sad. its like, everytime you get close with ya frenz, you have to part again. i mean like, what is RP thinking man? so in memory of my best class in RP, PS 01-05 i shall name them all out, the people i wish not to forget, and remain contact, for as long as we all can:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;- top of the list would be GILLIAN! AKA hweeling, gills, auntie low =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;- vanessa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;- narene&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;- eugene&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;- jeremy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;- tian shi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;- ji xian, aka sammual, god, this guy sure has lots of names. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;- darren&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;- nanda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;oh yes, the smokers united. hope we never disband. its so many people. hope to see them around man. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its basically a sad start for the holidays la. some many of my dear ones overseas, mostly at hong kong. i am thinking of them right now. first would be yiling, then comes cherie. they would be back soon. how nice of cherie to call me from hong kong and ask me what i want. speaking of her, i am actually worried man, hope everything goes well for her. suddenly, i just wanna share my feelings towards her la. hope you guys don blame me, call me a fool if you all want. first things first, don know whether she broke up with the mama;s boy already or not. i just don wanna see her surfer. afterall, i am still concern for her. wat to do. everyone had their first time. and its always unforgetable. you will still go all out for her even she is not yours. i don know whether you missed the days that you were with me, but then, honestly, i have to say i missed it. its a short 3 weeks, but life for me was at the top. yes i know, we all have to move on, but when am i gonna meet such a girl that good as you. I m just glad that you could accept me for who i am. being fat and ugly, but you don mind. But now, i have put on hell lots of weight. (people around me said that, i feel that its true too). yes, be friends, good friends is what you and me want. But, if i have another chance, i would like you to be my gf again. never let go i swear to god. no one had ever gave me that kinda feelings. your gf is always right, they call you not to do this, you wont do it. don smoke, i wont, i know its bad. but again, whats life without you. i am just an indian without the infrared port on my head. just like a hot kettle without the handle. yes, been harsh on you recently. i just cant help it. seeing you with another guy. smiling away, happy, oh yes, i m happy for you. as long as you are happy, as long as i see the smile on ya face. the warmth of your hand, the smell of you hair, will i ever get the exact same copy? no. no way in hell. i've tried to move on, i cant. i don wanna erase the memories we had. its the best. i swear to whatever god there is. no amount of words could describe my feeling. its up to you. sighx. life is so unfair. if you read this, hope i get my msg thru. its near to 1 year already, and i still love you. same from where we started, never will end. but then agian, i know what you said to me already, no more chemistry. thats nothing i could do, but just wanna do something to touch you. don be afriad, not forcing you to do anything by words. cox, i am scared that you would avoid me. and my FAKE NIKE DUNK would be gone. hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, yes, getting a little emo now, i'll sign off from here, and get my tears wipe. trust me, its not easy to write a feelin kept inside your heart for 10 months. =) be positive. that one day would come. sorry if its getting long winded.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18633034-114159547675255619?l=painwithinme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://painwithinme.blogspot.com/feeds/114159547675255619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18633034&amp;postID=114159547675255619' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18633034/posts/default/114159547675255619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18633034/posts/default/114159547675255619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://painwithinme.blogspot.com/2006/03/sorely-missed.html' title='sorely missed.'/><author><name>SiAn YaNg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06580633378042969681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-18633034.post-114113266676940840</id><published>2006-02-28T21:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-28T21:17:46.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'>holidays</title><content type='html'>3 3 3 3 3 3 3 3 more days, the sem is ending. we are changing clasS! we are moving to woodlands. how cool is that. (yea right) well, i don know how are we going to study there ballz, the building is not even ready yet. Its since under construction, with those cheena people and banglas walking around with yellow helmet. too bad PCK isn;t there. sighx. its gonna be a long holiday, don know what to do. its so boring, stay at home all the day. anyways, before i forget. saw something really interestin on the train home today. You know tanglin special sch? where those deaf and dumb people goes to, yea, one of the students boarded the train at redhill, didn;t know where he was heading too.  he just sat on the floor and slept, all the way till boon lay. power pac, someone woke him up at boon lay, but he went back to sleep again. I hope he gets lost in singapore. And his family will post ads on the newspaper looking for him. his face just irritates me. not because he is deaf, just that, i don like kids la.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18633034-114113266676940840?l=painwithinme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://painwithinme.blogspot.com/feeds/114113266676940840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18633034&amp;postID=114113266676940840' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18633034/posts/default/114113266676940840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18633034/posts/default/114113266676940840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://painwithinme.blogspot.com/2006/02/holidays.html' title='holidays'/><author><name>SiAn YaNg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06580633378042969681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-18633034.post-114087525136568487</id><published>2006-02-25T21:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-25T21:47:31.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'>things gets a little boring sometimes</title><content type='html'>so bored this few days. don know what to do. actually, is too lazy to do anything. don know whats wrong with me. yes i noe i am fat. but i am lazy to work out. so yea, before becoming a total slug, i shall to something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SE7EN things that make me smile:&lt;br /&gt;1. the heaps of moolahs that would never be depleted no matter how much i spent.&lt;br /&gt;2. a new bike frame.&lt;br /&gt;3. a whole lots of clothes and pants. (berms especially)&lt;br /&gt;4. look at pictures when i was still skinny.&lt;br /&gt;5. people that call me fat.&lt;br /&gt;6. seeing a kid fall while trying to climb up a chair. oh yea, the chair my tumble on him/her.&lt;br /&gt;7. the change of RP policies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SE7EN ways to win my heart:&lt;br /&gt;1. i am not gay&lt;br /&gt;2. i am not bi&lt;br /&gt;3. i just love myself&lt;br /&gt;4. don bother trying to win my heart&lt;br /&gt;5. i am so turn off by you women&lt;br /&gt;6. a transexual would be good&lt;br /&gt;7. sorry ladies =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SE7EN things I believe in:&lt;br /&gt;1. bug and you will be given&lt;br /&gt;2. myself of course&lt;br /&gt;3. jesus christ is just a human that some retards thinks that he has super powers.&lt;br /&gt;4. treat people good, no matter how bad they treat you&lt;br /&gt;5. violence may sometime be needed&lt;br /&gt;6. my religion of course.&lt;br /&gt;7. never date christians. they are scary all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SE7EN things I'm afraid of:&lt;br /&gt;1. the daRK!&lt;br /&gt;2. cockroaches&lt;br /&gt;3. girlfren (if i had one)&lt;br /&gt;4. food that has no taste&lt;br /&gt;5. pple saying that i have a big tummy&lt;br /&gt;6. horror flicks!&lt;br /&gt;7. things that will make you bang balls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SE7EN things that I do everyday:&lt;br /&gt;1. msn&lt;br /&gt;2. dota&lt;br /&gt;3. eat la. kum lan!&lt;br /&gt;4. pee&lt;br /&gt;5. shit&lt;br /&gt;6. drink water&lt;br /&gt;7. think of what to wear to go to sch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SE7EN people I want to see right now:&lt;br /&gt;1. yiling&lt;br /&gt;2. amy&lt;br /&gt;3. felicia chin&lt;br /&gt;4. 6 fuckers. (turban, one by one becoming pilots)&lt;br /&gt;5. vanessa&lt;br /&gt;6. deborah&lt;br /&gt;7. wang jia&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18633034-114087525136568487?l=painwithinme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://painwithinme.blogspot.com/feeds/114087525136568487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18633034&amp;postID=114087525136568487' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18633034/posts/default/114087525136568487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18633034/posts/default/114087525136568487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://painwithinme.blogspot.com/2006/02/things-gets-little-boring-sometimes.html' title='things gets a little boring sometimes'/><author><name>SiAn YaNg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06580633378042969681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-18633034.post-114079632169552888</id><published>2006-02-24T23:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-24T23:52:01.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NYP</title><content type='html'>I am sure that you have seen it, i am sure that you have heard of it. Oh yea, you know wat i am talking about. The NYP porn. Now, my frenz is calling the sch, NANYANG PORNOTECHNIC. And how cool is it. If you visit other blogs, they would be blogging bout it. There is not 1 part to it. not 2, not 3. BUT 4 amazing parts. Showing how tammy getting screwed in the pussy, and how the guy stop screwing her upon the sight of blood. Oh yea, she looks pretty in the video. but OMG, don be conned by the video. I think perhaps its with the lousy quality handphone. Her pictures are like, buang. Totally. The bf face also same same la. Man, girls these days. Wonder what is wrong with them. Having sex before marriage. Lets make a wager. Whether would tammy commit suicide within the next few days. If you analyse it carefully, i don think that there is a point for her to live anymore. What can she do. She can;t go to schs. Cant work. Cant go hang out with her frenz anymore. Oh perhaps death is the alternative. She can go to muri pumbi, where no media would come and bug her again? Alright bout tammy, lets move on to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The semester is ending, so sad. Its like, time is flying. Everyone is just getting close with each other, and there, change class again. i wonder what screwed up system is RP having. But anyways, life has to go on. I am in search of a girl, good enough to be my gf, and at the same time not too concern bout my weight. Yea, you see, i am fat. So sighx. who will want me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea, read amy;s blog today. power la. so many 7 things. Still want me to do. I do it in sch on monday, so stay tuned. haha. thats it for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18633034-114079632169552888?l=painwithinme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://painwithinme.blogspot.com/feeds/114079632169552888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18633034&amp;postID=114079632169552888' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18633034/posts/default/114079632169552888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18633034/posts/default/114079632169552888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://painwithinme.blogspot.com/2006/02/nyp.html' title='NYP'/><author><name>SiAn YaNg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06580633378042969681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-18633034.post-114044903073798484</id><published>2006-02-20T23:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-20T23:23:51.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'>nail polish</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;chilled out in town today with the usual gang. Vanessa, narene, sam and tian shi. first, i wanted to surprise vanessa by giving her a belated birthday gift. didn;t know what to give her at first, but then, the thought of buying havainas slippers came to my mind. see she so poor thing, everytime kena laughed at for wearing the fake ones, so, i decided to be good and buy her an original one, so no one could laugh at her anymore. haha, tricked her to follow me to heerens, i said, i wanted to buy something for my fren, need her to help me choose, so yea, followed me all the way to new urban male, and ta da, shocked of her life. well, nothing much compaired to jeremy;s, but still, hope you like it. hehe. oh yea, you still owe me a blow job, don forget ah. next time i got car i drive you to maybe labrador park, the best place to hang out =)) grins. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;anyways, i am into nail polish recently. i don see anything wrong with it. whats so unusual about guys having nail polish. currently, i have white, and black. i am trying to get green and blue. don know where to buy. but then pink and red is definately a no no, they are so female already. so yea, vanessa is going to do my nails tml, don know whether she will do a good job or not, hopefully she does, or else i would be walking around with fugly nails. wahhaa. alright now, i;ll end here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;happy moments that we spent together, its all going to be over. treasure it. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18633034-114044903073798484?l=painwithinme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://painwithinme.blogspot.com/feeds/114044903073798484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18633034&amp;postID=114044903073798484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18633034/posts/default/114044903073798484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18633034/posts/default/114044903073798484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://painwithinme.blogspot.com/2006/02/nail-polish.html' title='nail polish'/><author><name>SiAn YaNg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06580633378042969681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-18633034.post-114027375776707763</id><published>2006-02-18T22:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-18T22:42:37.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'>money no enough..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;well, went back to my sec sch today and had lots of fun. We had achery. Cool stuff. Then later in the night, went to meet my 02 04 gang for a gathering. the turn out didn;t seem to be good. last min everyone put aeroplane. wth man. people make the effort to plan, and you all say wanna go wanna go, then last min one by one never turn up. what is this man. if thats the case, tell them that you don want to go la. waste peoples time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;this is the months of feb, got many people;s birthday. first is shawn tan(brother), vanessa, my dad and wei qiang. 4 person in a row, somemore the dates are not far apart from each other. there is a big hole in my pocket already. Like the hard-fi song, theres a hole in my pocket my pocket my pocket. lol. anyways, you all should wait for my surprises. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;the thought of you is enough to fill my day =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18633034-114027375776707763?l=painwithinme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://painwithinme.blogspot.com/feeds/114027375776707763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18633034&amp;postID=114027375776707763' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18633034/posts/default/114027375776707763'/><link 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what they talking. its been quite sometime since i last talk to her. neeed to get my daily dosage of her soon. or else, cannot make it .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18633034-114009898143238948?l=painwithinme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://painwithinme.blogspot.com/feeds/114009898143238948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18633034&amp;postID=114009898143238948' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18633034/posts/default/114009898143238948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18633034/posts/default/114009898143238948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://painwithinme.blogspot.com/2006/02/boringxxxx.html' title='boringxxxx.'/><author><name>SiAn YaNg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06580633378042969681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-18633034.post-113993162224953713</id><published>2006-02-14T23:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-14T23:40:22.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'>vdae = d day</title><content type='html'>wells, its valentines day today. when you have no gf on this day, everytime seems to be wrong for you. first thing first, major one, i sleep and fell at cine today. fucking malun, with all those creeps outside laughing at me, i bet i;d never have to show my face there again. second, no date, no girl, no number, so sian. going town today was a mistake, see blissful couples walking here and there. and me and my group of frenz, so lonely. when will she accept me? its a question that only she knows. then, went to do something 'cool' with eugene. went to this condo, that looked like maze. we somesort of like got lost inside there. then, the bad thing was i was feeling sick the whole day, don noe whats wrong with me. smoked gudang garam, its was so so gao. after that, all of us mabo already, felt like puking, am its so like pai seh to puke in sch la. so had to tahan all the way back home to puke. and when you puke at home, your parents would think that you went to drink, then they at there kao bei kao bu. sighx, love is making the world go round for everyone, but no for me. oh yea, i got the rose panties for my fren! cool shit, and the uncle was like telling me, boy, you now inside got panties? haha. so retarded. alright, i wish myself all the best, hopefully my dream would like come true la.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18633034-113993162224953713?l=painwithinme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://painwithinme.blogspot.com/feeds/113993162224953713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18633034&amp;postID=113993162224953713' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18633034/posts/default/113993162224953713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18633034/posts/default/113993162224953713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://painwithinme.blogspot.com/2006/02/vdae-d-day.html' title='vdae = d day'/><author><name>SiAn YaNg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06580633378042969681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-18633034.post-113984197170368260</id><published>2006-02-13T22:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-13T22:46:14.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my heart is empty</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;sighx. i m going to make todays entry short and sweet. valentine day is just tml, i have no date, or neither am i attached. the feelin is just so sucky la. i will try my best to aviod town tml. cox all the couples and their lovely dovely. cant stand it, i feel like stabbing myself now. for fooling around. but then again, saw what my fren wrote on her msn the other day, she &lt;/span&gt;said &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;wanting is not love, how true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;how you ever had this feeling? when you see a girl, you have a crush on her, and you immediately want her to be your gf? well, that is just another L word. not love, but lust. its hard to find someone you truely love. someone who is there for you, through thick and thin. understand you. care for you. people always try to hard, but it never happens. so yep, not much to say. i am just feeling really really sad.  i already got that special someone in mind. i don want her, i love her. but too bad i am not going to say who is it. =p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18633034-113984197170368260?l=painwithinme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://painwithinme.blogspot.com/feeds/113984197170368260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18633034&amp;postID=113984197170368260' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18633034/posts/default/113984197170368260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18633034/posts/default/113984197170368260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://painwithinme.blogspot.com/2006/02/my-heart-is-empty.html' title='my heart is empty'/><author><name>SiAn YaNg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06580633378042969681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-18633034.post-113967423481150875</id><published>2006-02-11T23:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-12T00:10:34.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'>o level results</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;alright, the o level results are out. many did well, and many did badly. for those who did well, congratulations, for those who did really bad, don worry, cheer up, this is not the end of life. carry on, move on. hey man, look on the bright side. alright, for those people who are asking me for advice, whether to go JC, poly or private. i would say choose poly. not because i am in poly or what la. lets analyze it slowly. you see, at the end of your jc education, you would receive this A level cert. and nowadays, A level certs are relatively useless. its quite hard for you to find a job. as for private, its hard for you to find a job as well, because no one recognises the college that you are in, and its expensive. as for poly, you can hands on, and you get a diploma, which is better, than all other options. however, choose one course that you like and interested in la, don be like me, choose something that i don like and then regret. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;screw it man, my next year time table i see liao i also sian. 4 days a week i get computing lessons after computing lessons, soon, i will go bonkers, and the frreaking sch didn;t allow me to change to logistic and management. i cant see any bright future for me anymore. either i be real smart, or real slack next sem. die la. life is just hard here in singapore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18633034-113967423481150875?l=painwithinme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://painwithinme.blogspot.com/feeds/113967423481150875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18633034&amp;postID=113967423481150875' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18633034/posts/default/113967423481150875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18633034/posts/default/113967423481150875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://painwithinme.blogspot.com/2006/02/o-level-results_11.html' title='o level results'/><author><name>SiAn YaNg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06580633378042969681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-18633034.post-113967377614297682</id><published>2006-02-11T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-12T00:02:56.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'>o level results</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18633034-113967377614297682?l=painwithinme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://painwithinme.blogspot.com/feeds/113967377614297682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18633034&amp;postID=113967377614297682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18633034/posts/default/113967377614297682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18633034/posts/default/113967377614297682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://painwithinme.blogspot.com/2006/02/o-level-results.html' title='o level results'/><author><name>SiAn YaNg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06580633378042969681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-18633034.post-113941243409997831</id><published>2006-02-08T23:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-08T23:27:14.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'>backx</title><content type='html'>haven been blogging for such a long time already, didn;t know i was so important in peoples life, everyone calling me to update my blog. nothing much to blog about la. life have been normal this chinese new year. again, its relationships that troubles me. for those who know me, knows that i always laugh and crack jokes, but yea, its dam hard for me to crack jokes bout relationship. its just to hard. what if your good fren not to blog about him/her when you go out with them. do you think its fair, because he/she is afriad that their frenz would fine out. is it such a shame to go out with me, whats so bad, if scared, why go out with me in the first place. i love trouble, its the best that your good fren reads this. i have been waiting for trouble like so dam long already. my knuckles are kinda of itchy. i shared this with my fren, she told me time to let go, should i let go, or should i hold on. its confusing. its a moment of this and a moment of that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i told my fren about it. what she say makes a point. its like, i have the right to love someone just because i have the moolahs. if i don have a moolahs, i don think that she will like me. why like spents moolahs on her. why not on someone else, who is willing to love you for who you are not beacuse you have stacks after stacks of moolahs. life is hard. its hard to find people that understand me. who really knows me? i guess, yiling knows me best. which is why, she is always the one i turn to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, something lighter. my sch is moving out of orchard already. its dam boring. to woodlands. its like so ulu there. there  everything also don have, only have one causeway point. its like, no more orchard after sch. i am going to be 18 in like 3 more months time, and perhaps in another 4 more months, i can drive already, no more squzeezing with the crowd already. yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess i end here. i blog when i am free next time. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18633034-113941243409997831?l=painwithinme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://painwithinme.blogspot.com/feeds/113941243409997831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18633034&amp;postID=113941243409997831' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18633034/posts/default/113941243409997831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18633034/posts/default/113941243409997831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://painwithinme.blogspot.com/2006/02/backx.html' title='backx'/><author><name>SiAn YaNg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06580633378042969681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-18633034.post-113846094706213256</id><published>2006-01-28T22:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-28T23:09:11.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the perfect guy</title><content type='html'>this is the eve of chinese new year. well. offically, the pass of 2005 for the chinese. cool, tml is gonna be chinese new year, and sure to be lots of hong bao to take. and goodIes to eat, yum yum, hopefully i don put on weight la. was watching tv at home, and i don know whats wrong with my tv. everytime when i told of her. that kind of movie will sort of like pop out? woohoo. aint that great. this time, telling us never do things that will make us regret. i am suppose to be angry with you, everytime you bluff me, or whatever, but its like, i never bring myself to be angry with you. oh maybe is the sweet talks you tell me after making me angry. people telling me not to heart soft, but how can. even i have to go without food for a few days, i would get you want you want. haiz. new year eve, everytime is against me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18633034-113846094706213256?l=painwithinme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://painwithinme.blogspot.com/feeds/113846094706213256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18633034&amp;postID=113846094706213256' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18633034/posts/default/113846094706213256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18633034/posts/default/113846094706213256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://painwithinme.blogspot.com/2006/01/perfect-guy_28.html' title='the perfect guy'/><author><name>SiAn YaNg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06580633378042969681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-18633034.post-113820764887222516</id><published>2006-01-26T00:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-26T00:47:28.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'>orchard</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;well, went to orchard after sch to meet up with cherie. we were there for an abercrombie sales. woah, the things there are dirt cheap, designs not bad also, but then, i go don know when la, like last few days liao, the designs of the shirt i want ah, all don have my size liao, dam jialat. i got so fat eh. anyways. after far east, cherie;s fren left us. and then we took a bus down to heerens. went to flash and splash to get a t shirt too. so, i bought a total of 2 t shirts. its white, i think that its dam nice. its something like the freshbox one. but more ex than freshbox mans. had NYDC for dinner. mans, its dam ex. all because i don want to eat ajin san, then have to treat her eat NYDC. i m now offically broke. i have like, 20 dollars left in my bank? cool eh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;anyways, had the best feelings again. like i always tell her, with her around, i always feel happy. don know why. because we once loved each other. i m not sure bout her, but i m really sure of myself. right now, if she was to come back to me, i would welcome her with open arms. because, the feelings for you had never changed. anyways, quarrelled with my dad jus now, he complaining that i stinking up his whole car. some stupid sweat smell la, dam dam dam angry... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;so yea, thats it from me today. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;if i had to wait for a few more months, a few more years, my heart for you will never change.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18633034-113820764887222516?l=painwithinme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://painwithinme.blogspot.com/feeds/113820764887222516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18633034&amp;postID=113820764887222516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18633034/posts/default/113820764887222516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18633034/posts/default/113820764887222516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://painwithinme.blogspot.com/2006/01/orchard.html' title='orchard'/><author><name>SiAn YaNg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06580633378042969681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-18633034.post-113811354610167369</id><published>2006-01-24T22:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-24T22:39:06.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the tv at home</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;didn;t go to work today. didn;t feel like going. wearing my new globe shoes and jeans. too hot for me to do anything cooking. and i don want to stink like a pig. so today after sch, played one round of dota. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;as i didn;t work today. i was watching tv at home. manage to catch a glimspe of love conceirge. don know whether i got the spelling correct or not. but then again, what they said inside kinda thru. you must fight for you own love, but at the same time, must not be against your conscience. and if you really really really love someone. you will want her to be happy. you don mind her being with other guys. as long as you hold onto the love you have for her, she will slowly realize. and yea, she will start liking you? but, that is only on tv, how true could it be in the real life. however, now, i just pray, pray hard enough that that will happen to me. it doesnt matter if you are with other guys, i will still be there for you, cox i think i know you well enough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18633034-113811354610167369?l=painwithinme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://painwithinme.blogspot.com/feeds/113811354610167369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18633034&amp;postID=113811354610167369' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18633034/posts/default/113811354610167369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18633034/posts/default/113811354610167369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://painwithinme.blogspot.com/2006/01/tv-at-home_24.html' title='the tv at home'/><author><name>SiAn YaNg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06580633378042969681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-18633034.post-113811352892968391</id><published>2006-01-24T22:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-24T22:38:48.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the tv at home</title><content type='html'>didn;t go to work today. didn;t feel like going. wearing my new globe shoes and jeans. too hot for me to do anything cooking. and i don want to stink like a pig. so today after sch, played one round of dota.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as i didn;t work today. i was watching tv at home. manage to catch a glimspe of love conceirge. don know whether i got the spelling correct or not. but then again, what they said inside kinda thru. you must fight for you own love, but at the same time, must not be against your conscience. and if you really really really love someone. you will want her to be happy. you don mind her being with other guys. as long as you hold onto the love you have for her, she will slowly realize. and yea, she will start liking you? but, that is only on tv, how true could it be in the real life. however, now, i just pray, pray hard enough that that will happen to me. it doesnt matter if you are with other guys, i will still be there for you, cox i think i know you well enough.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18633034-113811352892968391?l=painwithinme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://painwithinme.blogspot.com/feeds/113811352892968391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18633034&amp;postID=113811352892968391' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18633034/posts/default/113811352892968391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18633034/posts/default/113811352892968391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://painwithinme.blogspot.com/2006/01/tv-at-home.html' title='the tv at home'/><author><name>SiAn YaNg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06580633378042969681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-18633034.post-113802874714924209</id><published>2006-01-23T23:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-23T23:05:47.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sad</title><content type='html'>wellx. have been working in a ba gua shop at clementi. everyday work until around 11 plus then i come home. do tired. everyday oversleep. well, i need to earn that extra money for chinese new year shopping. so yea. bear with it for another few more days. anyways, the shop is my mothers fren one, so can slack slack la. not so bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i m feeling really bad. don know why. i m actually helping my 'gf' to ask other guys for their contacts. and how cool is that. who in the right state of mind would do that. although yea la, the gf is in brackets, but still, you feel really very very very bad and sad. sad sad sad. as a fren, i m possessive to. what if, i harm you by introducing you a bad guy. then, i will never forgive myself for the rest of my life. but nevertheless, as long as you are happy. i can already. afterall, you the only bugger that could move my arse from tanglin to city hall to pass you a darn lighter =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18633034-113802874714924209?l=painwithinme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://painwithinme.blogspot.com/feeds/113802874714924209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18633034&amp;postID=113802874714924209' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18633034/posts/default/113802874714924209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18633034/posts/default/113802874714924209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://painwithinme.blogspot.com/2006/01/sad.html' title='sad'/><author><name>SiAn YaNg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06580633378042969681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-18633034.post-113786103179780154</id><published>2006-01-22T00:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-22T00:30:32.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'>humperty dumperty sat on the wall.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;if you have noticed, i haven been blogging for the pass few days! cool eh, don know why leh, super dam lazy to blog. suddenly, everyone around me just stopped blogging. so many i follow them lor. nothing much to blog lately. its just dota after sch. dota dota and even more dota. so, quite pointless to blog about right. anyways, the only new thing is that i bought a new shoe, kinda cool. i love it. its from flash and splash. its a globe shoe. hmmm, i was choosing between nike, gravis and globe, and in the end, bought globe, because one by one didn;t have my size. wah, its amazing how many people have the same feet size as mine. blardy buggers. the design is sort of like white and brown. the brown part is like croc skin. its cost me 139. cool shyat.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;someone haven been talking to me lately. its not like the past anymore. hmmm, i speaking as if i know her for quite sometime already. not say very long la, not even more than 3 months. suddenly, as if there was a wall between and her. I don know what to tell her like the pass. its just a daily routine of asking her what she is doing and stuff like that. well, i guess this is the furthest we can go? frenz?. oh well. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;sometimes, i have the feelings of me being alone. not having any partner.  you see huh, when you are together with a person, you are sure to break up one. i mean, come on la, there is no everlasting relationship at our age. the day will come sooner or later, just take cherie and me for example, its less than 3 weeks. and after break ups, you will feel kinda awkward to talk to her again. just like me a mavis, suddenly, its like we don talk. unlike me and glenys... still crapping with one another. people our age just shouldn;t talk bout relationships la, like i said last time, its just a show off. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;anyways, the feelings have came back yet again. i don know why la. it like, after wondering around in the open, i suddenly felt like going home. the home would be you, you are my house. but don misunderstand. i aint going back to any church. the church is not my house. the temple is my house. i have laarnt my lessons already. its a dangerous place out there. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;oh yea, for those people, that only want sex in a relationship, you all can bang the wall and die already.like i have said earlier, you are still to young. you are not ready to bear the responsibility of being a parent if something goes wrong. abortion is not the way to treat a baby. what if, halfway thru, you decided that the girl is not suitable for you, would you run away ? or would you stay. THe baby would be a burden. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Lets talk bout religion, suddenly, this church around my house, has so many members. I was once a victim there too. i am not sure whether people are there to see girls or worship. its like, everyone is following the trend. the mentality: oh, i m in the so and so church, i m cool, you are not. wth. what a place to be man. oh yea, did i mention, this is the only church where you see people making out with one another. kinda cool eh. the porpulation there is growing, these people, sad to say, have been brain washed. and people are like spreading propganda. influencing more and more innocent people to join them. its becoming more and more like a cult. oh yea, one more thing, the church is already so rich already, why are they extorting money from students who hardly could afford macdonalds? is it worth it to give your money to someone who has like 5Cs already? not to say that my religion is good or wat, but i seriously don see the need to waste every 2 hours of my sunday. I;m sorry if it seems a little crude, this is my blog, i usually list down how i feel. And people there, get a life. go to somewhere proper.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;well, that seems to be a long entry from me, so i will stop here, i will blog really soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;I miss you, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;I need you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;and before i go, did i mention that hilda;s bf say i m handsome!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18633034-113786103179780154?l=painwithinme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://painwithinme.blogspot.com/feeds/113786103179780154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18633034&amp;postID=113786103179780154' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18633034/posts/default/113786103179780154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18633034/posts/default/113786103179780154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://painwithinme.blogspot.com/2006/01/humperty-dumperty-sat-on-wall.html' title='humperty dumperty sat on the wall.'/><author><name>SiAn YaNg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06580633378042969681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-18633034.post-113713738232660768</id><published>2006-01-13T15:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-13T15:29:42.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'>yoz</title><content type='html'>haven been blogging for the pass few days. the faggot turn off the blardy internet connection again. but never mind la, at least i m more regular than yiling la. today is friday the 13. better be careful on your way out. this pass few days is kinda different. I could feel it. don know whats wrong. its like, i don have the urge to go home and stuff. and i feel hungry every like 2 hours? wth. amy haven been msging me for the pass few days, i didn;t msg her either. perhaps she didn;t feel my presence anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18633034-113713738232660768?l=painwithinme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://painwithinme.blogspot.com/feeds/113713738232660768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18633034&amp;postID=113713738232660768' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18633034/posts/default/113713738232660768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18633034/posts/default/113713738232660768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://painwithinme.blogspot.com/2006/01/yoz.html' title='yoz'/><author><name>SiAn YaNg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06580633378042969681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-18633034.post-113672964903932235</id><published>2006-01-08T22:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-08T22:14:09.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bad day</title><content type='html'>hmmm. lets see, have you ever heard of this song called bad day? haha, today is exactly what happened. first things first, it was raining the whole day today, didn;t cycle today, stayed in sch, in attempt to wait for the rain to stop. anyways, was throwing rocks up the ceiling, and one of the ceiling hit someone on the head. serves him right. then, after half the day, we decided to go to marina and eat. yea, on the way home, i slip and fell. cool huh. don know fall down how many time when it was raining already. didn;t enjoy my day today. i hate jans, its raining like nobody;s business. haiz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18633034-113672964903932235?l=painwithinme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://painwithinme.blogspot.com/feeds/113672964903932235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18633034&amp;postID=113672964903932235' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18633034/posts/default/113672964903932235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18633034/posts/default/113672964903932235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://painwithinme.blogspot.com/2006/01/bad-day_08.html' title='bad day'/><author><name>SiAn YaNg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06580633378042969681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-18633034.post-113672908996665363</id><published>2006-01-08T22:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-08T22:04:49.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bad day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18633034-113672908996665363?l=painwithinme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://painwithinme.blogspot.com/feeds/113672908996665363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18633034&amp;postID=113672908996665363' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18633034/posts/default/113672908996665363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18633034/posts/default/113672908996665363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://painwithinme.blogspot.com/2006/01/bad-day.html' title='bad day'/><author><name>SiAn YaNg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06580633378042969681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-18633034.post-113664951967083871</id><published>2006-01-07T23:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-07T23:58:39.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'>faulty water heater</title><content type='html'>whats up peeps. M back from the camp already. Not say a very long camp. But this camp has nothing to excite me. my boys are just sooo retarded. they cant learn things properly. all the could think about is fool around. so yea, vommitted my meals out. they claim they want to perform well, but they don want to practise, so what is the point of saying in the first place? this time is also the first time BB camped in sch. Usually , we have our camps in QLC. well, i think QLC is a much more interesting place to camp. Sch has nothing much to do, and well, sch just gives me the creeps in the night. all the ghost stories i heard while i was still in sec sch. so yea, avioded the places that were so called 'haunted' Slept for only 2 hours today. Lack of sleep, went home, attempt to sleep, but couldnt. i was just so occupied with so many things. my dad wanted to help me file in his company's cpf. its like crazy la, so many employees, do until my eyes and brain filled with numbers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The water heater at home is down recently. Now, its back to the good old days. Like in thailand. They didn;t have water heater there, so before you bathe, you have to boil a kettle of water, poul into the pail and bathe from there. The water you have is so limited. you have to clean yourself within that pail of water, or else you have to come out naked and boil the water again. nahz. just kidding. common sense would tell you to put on some clothes before stepping out of the washroom. lol. so yep, this few days have to do this till my new water heater comes in. And worse thing is tat, came back from camp, so tired already! still have to boil water to bathe. wah. pengx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is a saturday, dam happy. First because tml is sunday, i would be riding tml. Secondly, because saturday is the only day i could stay up late and chat with my frenz. especially amy=)) all because of sch, everyone has to go and sleep early!!! screwed up education system in singapore. =((&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18633034-113664951967083871?l=painwithinme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://painwithinme.blogspot.com/feeds/113664951967083871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18633034&amp;postID=113664951967083871' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18633034/posts/default/113664951967083871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18633034/posts/default/113664951967083871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://painwithinme.blogspot.com/2006/01/faulty-water-heater.html' title='faulty water heater'/><author><name>SiAn YaNg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06580633378042969681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-18633034.post-113653023429101137</id><published>2006-01-06T14:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-06T14:50:34.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'>camp.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;have enterprise today. bout business strategy. hurs. whats business to me. i m super gifted in it. apparently, nothing seems to toughen me. Actually, business is kinda common sense la. other than the calculation parts. so yepx, thats bout sch. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;would be going for a camp later tonight. BB drill camp. Teaching them fancy drill. I m not in the drill team, cox i already graduated from sec sch already. going back there to help the guys paint the banner. painting is just so fun. imagine getting your hands stain with pain. lagi best. so yea. thats why blog early, or else tonight cannot blog. Kinda bored. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;So many activities for me to do. don know which one should i choose. i got people asking me out everyday. and my mother nags at me everyday, complaining that i never go home for dinner. my mum is not overseas, wont be back till around chinese new year. so yea, the more i have to go home, accompany my dad to have dinner. its fun to hang out around town with frenz, but like what i said yesterday, when you do what you like for quite sometimes, you soon get bored or it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18633034-113653023429101137?l=painwithinme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://painwithinme.blogspot.com/feeds/113653023429101137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18633034&amp;postID=113653023429101137' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18633034/posts/default/113653023429101137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18633034/posts/default/113653023429101137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://painwithinme.blogspot.com/2006/01/camp.html' title='camp.'/><author><name>SiAn YaNg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06580633378042969681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-18633034.post-113647113155757973</id><published>2006-01-05T22:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-05T22:25:31.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'>missing those days</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;today was a shiok day. lesson ended early today. our facilitator was the best. cognitive. quiet on the outside, wild in the inside. started 3rd meeting at 12.30 today. and everything ended at 1.30. so when those miserable people were mugging away, and waiting for the 3rd meeting to start. we were already dismissed. she played world of warcraft. and also, smoked together with us. wah, mai siao siao, she got ang kong somemore. like kinda pro ah, this kind of seh also can come to our sch and teach. but anyways, todays lesson rokx. but then again, better stop singing her praises. later she give me one of those lousy lousy grade. so, played dota all the way till 6pm before i headed to pastamania at cine then went home. ON the train home, saw this mad fuck. talking to himself, scolding passengers on the train, telling them to fuck off and stuff. kinda interesting la. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;had a really short conversation with glenys just now. really very short. less than 10 sentences. she missed those days with me. yea, me kinda miss it to. was kinda close with her la. feel so bad and guilty for leavin her. jus so bad. and i owe her 10 bucks =)  but one thing i cannot ta han bout her, is she calls you everynight. for me, personally, if i have the gf, i don like her to call me everynight. kinda irritates you. keeps you away from doing what you want la. and she always dam heng, call me at the time i doing my Rj, so yea, nothing to tell her. all the ummm.. uh... yes answers. so yea, twice a week would be good enough already. besides, when you talk everyday, you would soon run out of topic to talk, and poof, a relationship turns soouur.... whee. enough bout that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18633034-113647113155757973?l=painwithinme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://painwithinme.blogspot.com/feeds/113647113155757973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18633034&amp;postID=113647113155757973' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18633034/posts/default/113647113155757973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18633034/posts/default/113647113155757973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://painwithinme.blogspot.com/2006/01/missing-those-days.html' title='missing those days'/><author><name>SiAn YaNg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06580633378042969681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-18633034.post-113638646209673761</id><published>2006-01-04T22:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-04T22:54:22.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dumb owner.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;was aren;t able to blog this few days. i don have internet connection. i m so used to tabbing into other peoples network, that i left my own connection dangling down there. haven touched it ever since i know that there was this dumb fuck that didn;t lock his connection. a few days back, this dumb fuck became a clever arse. he use this mac address thing, where only can recongnize this 1 number. something like the ic. singapore only got 1 person with the same ic number. so, i cannot log in. na bei. then this few days, not able to do my rj at home. must find a mac to do my rj. so troublesome. sometimes must find a mac wit wireless. irritating! its so long since i entered my last entry, that i found that blogging is so fun!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;anyways, haven been home for dinner this few days. don know why. been eating out. and my allowance for 15 days could only last me for 4 days now. i don know what to do. perhaps i should go straight home after sch for dinner? argh. if humans no need to eat. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;feeling kinda of wierd recently. haven had the same feeling for dam long already. hurhur. don know why also. is like. you got this special urge to see someone. sit down. even though never talk also can. just sit down there. something like, i just need your presence to cure me. i know, my grandmother also tell me ' heart disease must use heart medicine to cure' you translate it into chinese. and don worry peeps. i aint got any chronic terminal disease&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18633034-113638646209673761?l=painwithinme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://painwithinme.blogspot.com/feeds/113638646209673761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18633034&amp;postID=113638646209673761' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18633034/posts/default/113638646209673761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18633034/posts/default/113638646209673761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://painwithinme.blogspot.com/2006/01/dumb-owner.html' title='dumb owner.'/><author><name>SiAn YaNg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06580633378042969681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-18633034.post-113627198014095922</id><published>2006-01-03T14:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-03T15:06:20.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lalala</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5367/1828/1600/1104482841.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5367/1828/320/1104482841.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                      a baby that was killed in the tsunami&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;well well well, i m back, after so many days of not blogging. hurhur. amy, looking forward to see my post right. anyways. lots of things happen this few days. its 2006 already. bid farewell to 2005 a couple of days ago. wonder whether it would be a good year or bad year for me =X. on monday, shawn was asking me about what is my new year resolution, i was tellin him that i had no new year resolution. then he told asked me if i wanted to achieve nothing this year? then i thought to myself, m i going to let this year pass by me just like that? hmmm, maybe spent it with someone? hurhur. anyways. been pondering over it this few days. i m blogging in class now, too bored, computing today just suck. everyone seem to be telling tales bout their work. what a way to start the year with. so yea. to kill time, i'll just blog. looking back at my previous post, sound kinda emo, yea la. i seriously don like how i look. but that was over already. so yea, better tml i suppose? anyways, i don even know what i did this few days. the only thing that i could remember was new year eve, most unforgetable day of my life. wahahax.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;went all the way down to esplanade, and joined the countdown celebrations there. many balloons on the see. simple marvellous. the lightings, the crowd and most importantly the chicks. everyone looked good on that day. anyways, at the stroke of midnight, there was fireworks. i recorded the whole thing down. to let those who missed the fireworks to see. so nice la... anyways. met amy after the fireworks. couldn;t decide what to do, so after don know how many hours!!! we finally came down to the decision to go lau pa sat to have supper. haha. many interesting things happened at marina. banglas kena beaten up by malays, girls getting raped, and i mean it, and people getting drunk. yea, what to do, its party time! once a year. so we walk our asses all the way to the old market. ate supper. and then went home. nothing much, huishan was tired. someone;s dad came to pick her up, then after that, we waited for a cab. don know how long we waited, no cab came. wanna call and book also cannot. apparently all the cab companies had busy telephone line. so, from lau pa sat, walked all the way to redhill to sent huishan home. incredible journey. great digestion too. walked pass boat quay, the party atmossphere was still there, spray cans all over the floor, amazing, new years day is the only day when you don get fined for littering. haha. so litter more if you could. walked pass all the clubs, with chicks inside all dancing, wooo! and yea, BTW, did i tell anyone that i am going to be 18 this year!!!! means clubbing and driving and drinking! yea. haha. we walked for 2 hours before we reached her house. it rained halfway thru. and we seeked shelter at a bus-stop. kinda fun. after she reach home, me and wei qiang went to eat breakfast, and then went to the mrt station to go home. yea, was so shacked, so took a cab home, bathe and slept! what a day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;i suddenly felt that the holiday was so short when i m in sch. i thought of perth, and i missed it. man, life is just so sick.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18633034-113627198014095922?l=painwithinme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://painwithinme.blogspot.com/feeds/113627198014095922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18633034&amp;postID=113627198014095922' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18633034/posts/default/113627198014095922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18633034/posts/default/113627198014095922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://painwithinme.blogspot.com/2006/01/lalala.html' title='lalala'/><author><name>SiAn YaNg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06580633378042969681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-18633034.post-113577758804716779</id><published>2005-12-28T21:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-28T21:46:28.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ugly</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;been looking into the mirror recently. i found out that i m growing fat again. perhaps not like doopey anymore. cox i don have that double chin and stuff. but i certainly got those chubby cheeks and stuff. suddenly, something came to my mind. i suddenly got turn off by girls. its like, when you are all fat and ugly, you aint fit to love a girl. so what you are cute. cute = ugly but adorable, my gawd, at this age, do you wanna be adorable? now i know why trans become trans, perhaps some poeple are better off being a trans? they are so sexy, people at changi village are even prettier than you. well, whoever think you are ugly, then its you. welcome on board. suddenly, i become so negetive about myself, i suppose its time to wake up. i aint fit, i don have that surfer body, i aint charming, i aint dashing, its just that plain old fat and ugly me. relationship now worries me, perhaps one be with me become she pitys me? or maybe because of my character, but then again what good character do i have. i watch porn. i dig nose. i do disgusting stuff. i try to burp loud in public. i fart and point my fingers at others, i pick out marshmellows to throw at kids, and i hate kids. oh wells, i m a goner. whats the point. sighx. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;anyways, went to orchard with shawn tan today. made a cap with my name on it, its darn cheap, 15 dollars only. design yourself. quite worth it. then had dinner with hong yue and serene. this nana thai restaurant at far east. the food there is alright, aint that good. anyways, hong yue has certainly become prettier. serene, well, still the same old her. punky as ever. after dinner, we went our seperate ways. wanted to go to isetan sales, everything i cheap, if i not wrong, topshop 40 percent off, levis jeans 60 percent off. tried to go in, however was stopped by the security. you need to be a isetan member to go in, too bad i m not. so i bid goodbye to the cheap stuff and went home. ah screw it,  i m a ugly fuck. even shawn says so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18633034-113577758804716779?l=painwithinme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://painwithinme.blogspot.com/feeds/113577758804716779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18633034&amp;postID=113577758804716779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18633034/posts/default/113577758804716779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18633034/posts/default/113577758804716779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://painwithinme.blogspot.com/2005/12/ugly.html' title='ugly'/><author><name>SiAn YaNg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06580633378042969681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-18633034.post-113569201889371499</id><published>2005-12-27T21:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-27T22:00:18.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'>27 december</title><content type='html'>went cycling today. cycled all the way till bt timah. hmm. not bad. quite fun. haven cycling with my frenz for quite sometime already. maybe since when my bike was in sch?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the end is year. a new year is just right ahead of me. looking back, what good thing and bad thing i have done this year? countless. last year this time, i was busy partying. after o level, nothing to do, everyday late late sleep, then never work somemore. how shiok. now leh, how to worry bout sch reopen. very fast, time really flies. 4 more days to a new year. hopefully it would be a better year for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18633034-113569201889371499?l=painwithinme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://painwithinme.blogspot.com/feeds/113569201889371499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18633034&amp;postID=113569201889371499' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18633034/posts/default/113569201889371499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18633034/posts/default/113569201889371499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://painwithinme.blogspot.com/2005/12/27-december.html' title='27 december'/><author><name>SiAn YaNg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06580633378042969681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-18633034.post-113560944339981288</id><published>2005-12-26T22:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-26T23:04:03.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'>boxing day</title><content type='html'>first of all, i would like to say happy boxing day to everyone. its also the day where the tsunami hit asia. many people have dieded. once again, i would like to stress that life is short. treasure it. anyways, that basket shawn, bluff me that xmas eve was boxing day, and i happily believed him. how dumb of me. time really flies, its the end of the long week end already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;did nothing much today. hanged around at the west side. i bugged my dad to bring me to eat the brownie at mac cafe. apparently there were no parking lots at west coast park. don know why, usually, not much people there, but today, alot alot of people. wait also very tulan. oh yea, speaking of eating, i have been gaining weight this december holidays. soon, i will be back to double chins and tripple chins. dam scared. haiz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18633034-113560944339981288?l=painwithinme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://painwithinme.blogspot.com/feeds/113560944339981288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18633034&amp;postID=113560944339981288' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18633034/posts/default/113560944339981288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18633034/posts/default/113560944339981288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://painwithinme.blogspot.com/2005/12/boxing-day.html' title='boxing day'/><author><name>SiAn YaNg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06580633378042969681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-18633034.post-113550199263140582</id><published>2005-12-25T17:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-25T17:13:12.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'>xmas</title><content type='html'>well. after waiting for quite a few hours. its xmas already. time flies man. everyone busy exchanging gifts and stuff. man, the atmosphere is just so lively, don you just love it. dam sian, xmas everyone should be partying, but me? staying at home doing nothing. cox i partied of xmas eve, so, now, shacked, and my parents don know go where already. never bring me go out. basket. anyways, last night was a fun night, everyone busy partying. orchard road was full of people. when its 12, people was like so high, spraying those shit all over people. haha. kinda fun la. so if you missed it this year, you should try going next year, i think you would forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mos is the most happening place in singapore now? people telling me that the place is so fun, toilet is so good. and stuff.. all one by one na bei tempt me. i still 5 more months. you all wait. very fast one...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18633034-113550199263140582?l=painwithinme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://painwithinme.blogspot.com/feeds/113550199263140582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18633034&amp;postID=113550199263140582' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18633034/posts/default/113550199263140582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18633034/posts/default/113550199263140582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://painwithinme.blogspot.com/2005/12/xmas.html' title='xmas'/><author><name>SiAn YaNg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06580633378042969681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-18633034.post-113539148693436392</id><published>2005-12-24T10:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-24T10:31:26.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'>merry xmas everyone</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;its the time of the year, where everyone is looking forward to. CHRISTMAS. yea, today is christmas eve, tml is gonna be xmas. Although i m not a christian, i still like christmas. perhaps because of the sales everywhere in singapore. the atmosphere of xmas. its more happening then chinese new year. but seriosuly speakin, do you see people exchanging gifts in chinese new year? do you see that many sales as you see on chinese new year? the most happening place to be on xmas would either be orchard or esplanade. i spent my xmas last year at orchard. super fun. you spray people with those little foam cans. its so croweded la. i bet you never seen so many people at orchard in your life. and of course. with so many people, there are bound to be some molestation case, so girls, do take care of yourself. so excited. xmas is tml. i m wondering what present would people would be getting me. g strings? condoms? lubricants? nah. just kidding. haha. oh yar, did i mention to you that christmas is the season where everyone in singapore becomes broke? ALL THANKS TO CHRISTMAS SHOPPING.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;don know whats wrong with my computer this few days. i can get access to everyone elses blog except amy;s. basket. don know what is happening to her. tsk. dam torturing. why is heaven doing this to me? so, heaven, if you are reading this, fix this darn computer, or maybe fix her blog =))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18633034-113539148693436392?l=painwithinme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://painwithinme.blogspot.com/feeds/113539148693436392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18633034&amp;postID=113539148693436392' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18633034/posts/default/113539148693436392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18633034/posts/default/113539148693436392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://painwithinme.blogspot.com/2005/12/merry-xmas-everyone.html' title='merry xmas everyone'/><author><name>SiAn YaNg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06580633378042969681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-18633034.post-113527384403116133</id><published>2005-12-23T01:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-23T01:50:44.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'>blog blog blogh</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;hmmm. how many days since i last blog. dam long i suppose. i guess what people say is true la. when you first have you blog, you are dam enthu bout it. blog everyday. check for updates. change skins and stuff. now. the thought of typing such a long stuff like this turns you off. but then, i appluad those who are still blogging everyday. good effort you people put in. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;well, did nothing much today. i always blog at this house that i don know which day should i talk about. for this case. erm. thursday or friday? haha. anyways, i talking bout thursday, in the morning, went to tanglin for bb, then after that went to play pool with ze hao at rc. don know whether i good or he noob. i win until dam sian... ahha. then after tat had dinner and went to ze hao house to play mahjong and xbox. yep. so basically tat is what happen today. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;sometimes. i believe that things happen for a reason. they are there to test you. they are obstacles of life. life wouldn;t be a fun game if it was a smooth. so, don take things too hard. things come and go. whats yours is yours. cheer up =))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18633034-113527384403116133?l=painwithinme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://painwithinme.blogspot.com/feeds/113527384403116133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18633034&amp;postID=113527384403116133' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18633034/posts/default/113527384403116133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18633034/posts/default/113527384403116133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://painwithinme.blogspot.com/2005/12/blog-blog-blogh.html' title='blog blog blogh'/><author><name>SiAn YaNg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06580633378042969681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-18633034.post-113500893272077885</id><published>2005-12-20T00:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-20T00:15:32.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'>xbox!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;alright, went to play xbox today at shawns house. played the gta san andreas. dang. i love the game. then after that went to alif for dinner. after dinner. hanged around for a while before getting to west mall. i decided to get some stuff from there. when i reached there, the shops were all close. stupid me. its already 9.45. anyways. not as jialat as australia. hmmm. in the end, i went to watsun and got a face cleaner. to clean away all your blackheads. haha. people telling me that my blackhead alot. so must clean. anyways, went to the kopitiam to have a drink before we proceeded home. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;xmas is getting nearer and nearer. the sales are going on everywhere. dam sian. no $$. then cannot shop. heart and hands are dam itchy to shop. below are the list of things i want for xmas. so if you want, you can buy for me =)) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;- a pair of puma shoes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;- bermudas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;- jeans&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;- shirt. (as many as possible)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;- a cap that is designed by myself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;- accessories that make me look like a xmas tree &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;most importantly, all i want for christmas is you.haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18633034-113500893272077885?l=painwithinme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://painwithinme.blogspot.com/feeds/113500893272077885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18633034&amp;postID=113500893272077885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18633034/posts/default/113500893272077885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18633034/posts/default/113500893272077885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://painwithinme.blogspot.com/2005/12/xbox.html' title='xbox!'/><author><name>SiAn YaNg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06580633378042969681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-18633034.post-113492676220310576</id><published>2005-12-19T01:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-19T01:26:02.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'>paul van dyke</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;friday: went to meet ze hao at clementi. proceeded to holland to collect a vip card from essential brews (some coffee house). eat things got 10 % discount. haha. then after that go orchard and walked around. fatty got a jersey. i got a cute nike water bottle. and after that went to RC to play pool and go fatty er house to play xbox.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;saturday: met shawn for dinner at around 7 plus. had pizza hut. yummy. been such a long time since i had pizza. last time was with mavis and pris. ermx. yar la. don know how many dino years i haven go out with him already. so yea. stayed till quite late. i thing i discovered. midnight charge starts at 11.30. blardy hell!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;sunday: went cycling in the morning. till afternoon. then after that went home to put my stuff and rushed out to meet amy. today, is tang yuan day. today is the only year i never go my ah ma house to make tang yuan. like something not right. anyways, met amy for dinner. she ate carrot cake, i ate laksa, wah kao, cannot make it. we ate at bedok hawker center. next time i m going back there to eat their fried hokkien me again. looks nice, but was too full to try it. had dessert after that. i ate grassjelly with longan. she ate some funny funny stuff. fruit cocktail if i m not wrong. looks nice. then after that we headed to mac, she wanted to view the pics i took in australia. then after that i sent her home. lol. some smart people never bring key out one. see la. take things for granted la. always thinking that got people at home de. orbi. alright, she is stranded outside her house, i kept her company till around 11 before her dad comes home. did some stupid things at the play ground. to kill time i suppose. haha. my gawd. hehe. shy to say. but still. i m attracted to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18633034-113492676220310576?l=painwithinme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://painwithinme.blogspot.com/feeds/113492676220310576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18633034&amp;postID=113492676220310576' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18633034/posts/default/113492676220310576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18633034/posts/default/113492676220310576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://painwithinme.blogspot.com/2005/12/paul-van-dyke.html' title='paul van dyke'/><author><name>SiAn YaNg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06580633378042969681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-18633034.post-113467606493598080</id><published>2005-12-16T03:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-16T03:48:12.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'>alas</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;hehe. sorry for blogging at this hour la. cant sleep. i am still wide awake. oh dear. i scared i over sleep and cannot wake some pig up. haha. this is a thursday;s entry. well, woke up around 12. did nothing much for the afternoon. met up with vanessa and joanne at around 6pm. to walk and chat at esplanade? ha. not that fun after all. joanne had to go home. ah. so sad. so early go home. before meeting them, i met up with yiling to pasS her birthday present cum xmas present. quite cheapskate la. but this is what you do when you don have much money. hahax. then later in the night met up with eugene and jeremy and ji xian to habe supper. been eating supper this few days. sure gonna get fat sooner or later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hurhur. i don know whether it means much to you. but it certainly meant alot to me. you should know who i am talking about who. its you. *points at you* (imagine my finger out of ya screen =] ) hehe. what i was saying is that you noticed my presence. i noe it don mean much for me la. it came to me as a surprise. i thought of not disturbing you mah. then you ask me whether i ok or not. as if i kena beaten up until unconscious? hehex. i m so touched =)) *sparkles in my eye*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18633034-113467606493598080?l=painwithinme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://painwithinme.blogspot.com/feeds/113467606493598080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18633034&amp;postID=113467606493598080' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18633034/posts/default/113467606493598080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18633034/posts/default/113467606493598080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://painwithinme.blogspot.com/2005/12/alas.html' title='alas'/><author><name>SiAn YaNg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06580633378042969681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-18633034.post-113457387709972004</id><published>2005-12-14T23:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-14T23:24:37.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'>boring day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;what a boring day man. i spent almost the whole day at home. doing nothing. i did what i could possibly do with a computer. i almost dieded of boredom. but luckily in the night, i follow my dad out to grab some food. haha. that kept me alive for a while. nothing much to write today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;had a fren, who just broke up with his bf not long ago. near to 1 year relationship. and it comes to an painful end. i always ask myself, why is relationships always so painful, why cant be a good one. where there is something called happily ever after? perhaps we are too young for relationships? who knows, i have frenz that are together for so long already, and still going strong. wth. haiz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18633034-113457387709972004?l=painwithinme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://painwithinme.blogspot.com/feeds/113457387709972004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18633034&amp;postID=113457387709972004' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18633034/posts/default/113457387709972004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18633034/posts/default/113457387709972004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://painwithinme.blogspot.com/2005/12/boring-day.html' title='boring day'/><author><name>SiAn YaNg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06580633378042969681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-18633034.post-113445478725718608</id><published>2005-12-13T12:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-13T14:27:08.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'>back from australia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5367/1828/1600/DSCN0437.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5367/1828/320/DSCN0437.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5367/1828/1600/DSCN0434.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5367/1828/320/DSCN0434.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5367/1828/1600/DSCN0461.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5367/1828/320/DSCN0461.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5367/1828/1600/DSCN0457.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5367/1828/320/DSCN0457.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5367/1828/1600/DSCN0482.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5367/1828/320/DSCN0482.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5367/1828/1600/DSCN0508.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5367/1828/320/DSCN0508.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5367/1828/1600/DSCN0500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5367/1828/320/DSCN0500.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5367/1828/1600/DSCN0499.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5367/1828/320/DSCN0499.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5367/1828/1600/DSCN0520.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5367/1828/320/DSCN0520.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5367/1828/1600/DSCN0498.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5367/1828/320/DSCN0498.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5367/1828/1600/DSCN0413.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5367/1828/320/DSCN0413.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;group pic&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5367/1828/1600/DSCN0412.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5367/1828/320/DSCN0412.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; this is what i stayed in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5367/1828/1600/DSCN0510.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5367/1828/320/DSCN0510.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; behind me is the orchard road of perth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;well there, i just came back from perth. Western australia. =)) uploaded some pics for you guys to drool over it. hmmmx. well. one word to sum it all, FUN! and memorable to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday night - meet up at the airport and ready to go to perth. checked in and do the usual stuff. we hanged around inside and found massage machines, so we enjoyed it. a while later, we boarded the plane. and perth, here we come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thursday - landed on perth at 6.00am. and a fun-filled day is waiting for us. First things first, we had to pass the custom of australia. and its not easy, its a very strict country, we couldn't bring food inside their country. anything that can be stuffed inside your mouth also cannot. even mentos. so yea. the airport is really tiny, i think the size of wisma? anyways, after that, we boarded the coach, the coach captain was named ron. cool name huh. the coach took us to bindoon. a town name i suppose. so ulu. u can hardly see any cars. we did some stock taking at a local super market. wah, just a mama shop, and you can find almost everything there. around 10am, we checked in at a farm resort. Well, there is alot of flies. houseflies that come flying to you the moment you alight from the coach. its f-ing irritatiing. and the weather was cold. 12 degrees. just imagine everywhere you go, is like being in an aircon room. so cool. we rested in the chalet for 2 hours. and then after that, we proceeded to lancelin for sandboarding. wah lau, so fun, something like surfing, just that we don have the waves and water. adrenaline pumped. after sandborading, we proceed to this cosmo gravity center for dinner. some sort of space center la. where you get to see stars thru telescope. wow, its dam fun, the stars are so nice. australia's sky are filled with stars!! yea, and after that, the day ends. back to the chalet for a good night rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friday - well, woke up, had breakfast. after that, headed for boshak. a farm la. half the size of singapore. can you imagine how big is the farm? did some bush walk and canoeing, we sort of like ended our day there. although it was a short day, it was fun. the weather was still cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saturday - we bit farewell to orchard glory farm resort and left for the city. on the way to the city, we stopped by a chocolate factory. sort of like showed us how chocolate was made and stuff. bought some chocolate. couldn;t buy alot, because it so so so expensive. then after the chocolate factory, we went to do some sight seeing in the city of perth. yep, its indeed a very very nice city. much more cleaner than singapore. there at perth, you could hardly see any litter. in singapore, you could always see bit and pieces of tissue paper and stuff. and after all that, we checked in at good earth hotel. the hotel looks haunted, gonna collaspe anytime, nevertheless. it still make my stay in perth pleasant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sunday - time really flies, its the last day at perth. its quite sad. i don wanna leave perth so soon. its such a beautiful city. everyone is just so friendly over there. greeting you where ever you go. patient and stuff. unlike the unfriendly singaporeans. today, we went to macadamia nutz factory in the morning. got some nutz and choco from there and after that, headed to hay street to shop. ha street is somesort of orchard road in perth la. all the shopping centers and branded stuff you can find there. most importantly, ripcurl, quiksilver, billabong and stussy. all those brands. however, i didn;t buy any of those, there were to ex. I always thought that clothes in australia would be cheaper than singapore. but, i was wrong, their shirt could cost up to 60 sing dollars. their cup noodle was 4.50 sing dollars!!! standard of living there is quite high. so next time, if i had the money, i would go to australia and do business and then come back to singapore. i would be fucking rich. and 1 thing i notice there was that everyone lives in bungalows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and with all of that, my journey to perth ends. unforgetable i would say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18633034-113445478725718608?l=painwithinme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://painwithinme.blogspot.com/feeds/113445478725718608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18633034&amp;postID=113445478725718608' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18633034/posts/default/113445478725718608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18633034/posts/default/113445478725718608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://painwithinme.blogspot.com/2005/12/back-from-australia.html' title='back from australia'/><author><name>SiAn YaNg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06580633378042969681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-18633034.post-113397185954179478</id><published>2005-12-08T00:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-08T00:10:59.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hello there</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;hey all. guess what. there is free internet access at the airport. i m blogging at the airport!! yipee. haha. alright. g2g now. see ya all on tuesday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18633034-113397185954179478?l=painwithinme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://painwithinme.blogspot.com/feeds/113397185954179478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18633034&amp;postID=113397185954179478' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18633034/posts/default/113397185954179478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18633034/posts/default/113397185954179478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://painwithinme.blogspot.com/2005/12/hello-there.html' title='hello there'/><author><name>SiAn YaNg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06580633378042969681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-18633034.post-113389823359131624</id><published>2005-12-07T03:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-07T03:43:53.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Incomplete..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hohos. This entry is for tuesday. I just reached home not long ago only. went supper with eugene, vanessa and samual. Basket. the sam late like fuck. Make us wait so long for him. Then yea. walked around little guilin after supper and went to this coffee shop and drink coffee and watched soccer. kinda ah pek la. after that went home. Yea. i made an effort to blog at this  time la. kinda nutz, but what the hell. waitin for my hair to dry up before i go and sleep. hahax&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Well, on tuesday night, i went to have dinner with amy. hahax. we walked around marina square wondering wat to eat. then finally settled down at makansutra at esplanade there to eat fried hokkien me. Kinda cut throat la. 4 dollars per plate. what to do. esplanade. don expect cheap food there la. after dinner, went to sit by the seaside. crapped around with amy. looked down at the rocks and saw black things crawling around. thought that it was cockroaches but it was crabs on a closer look. stupid me. hahax .amy called me that the whole day. tsk. anyways. then went to take 77 to lido. wanted to buy havana slipper. *don know whether the correct spelling or not.  yea. it was quite a long journey. bout 15 mins or so. so amy took a little nap. lol. she slept in an alright position. but when the bus turn. yea. all the pattern come out. like so the cute hor. wanted to lend her my shoulders. but shy to ask her to lean on me. i don think she would want to lie to. i prolly don have the comfy shoulders for girls. well. at least i have one. better than none. then we reached lido, bought this gold coloured sandals. kinda nice, she picked it for me. i will treasure it like mad. because of the price and because she picked it for me. proceeded to have brownie after that. haha. amy ate so dam fast. tsk. don know how to enjoy food ah you. dumbo. then we went to buy drink and walked around to buy her frenz birthday cake. seriously speaking, its always impossible to find a birthday cake in orchard. all the things like so ex. i don think people are willing to spent that much la. haha. so i sent her home after that. I think i don like bout her house is the canal. i got a phobia for waters in the night la. i m afriad that something would float up to the surface all of a sudden. and yea. corspe. anyways. after today, i like you more and more. and yes, like i told you before, i would wait for you to forget your pasS and take your ex pic out of ya wallet. i am scared. its a messy situation there. i m afriad i might not come back, but hopefully not so suay la. but just in case i don make it back. *touchwood. This is what i want to say: knowing you is my pleasure, its a privilledge. Whether we can have a wonderful relationship or not. i just wan to tell you, you entered into my life. i wont forget you de. =X. So mushy. but anyways, i say while i still can. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;yeas. i signing out today with a heavy heart. i m scared. Take care everyone. pray for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18633034-113389823359131624?l=painwithinme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://painwithinme.blogspot.com/feeds/113389823359131624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18633034&amp;postID=113389823359131624' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18633034/posts/default/113389823359131624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18633034/posts/default/113389823359131624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://painwithinme.blogspot.com/2005/12/incomplete.html' title='Incomplete..'/><author><name>SiAn YaNg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06580633378042969681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-18633034.post-113379171482951848</id><published>2005-12-05T21:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-05T22:08:37.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'>staying alive.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ITs holiday. I had nothing much to do. stay at home. Nothing to blog about today. In about 2 days time, i would be leaving for australia. So scared, i never had this wierd feeling of going abroad. Perhaps because of the recent case of hanging of the australian. Now, now the news and media, they were saying that australians hates singapore to the core. So what would they do to us when we go there. Its scary man. Imagine you getting stabbed on the streets. Or maybe they will add laxatives to your food. Well, goona hope that everything is fine. Whatever god there is, watch over me. I wanna be back for her. yes, her. don think too much la. the more i think. the more scared i am. well, i need ideas on what to do on the 6 hours journey to perth. tell me if you have any ideas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18633034-113379171482951848?l=painwithinme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://painwithinme.blogspot.com/feeds/113379171482951848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18633034&amp;postID=113379171482951848' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18633034/posts/default/113379171482951848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18633034/posts/default/113379171482951848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://painwithinme.blogspot.com/2005/12/staying-alive.html' title='staying alive.'/><author><name>SiAn YaNg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06580633378042969681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-18633034.post-113370980923360170</id><published>2005-12-04T23:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-04T23:23:29.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry seems to be the hardest word.</title><content type='html'>Before i start going into what i did today, just wanna say a big big big big big sorry to julia and parvin. I put them aeroplane the last min. They booked me in advance, to go night cycling, but i was forgetful enough to play soccer with my frenz today. So yea. packed day, couldn;t find time to meet them. felt really really really bad. but the good thing is, i am always here, we can go out during the hols =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking back, this thought came to me again. Time really flies. Its my holiday again. December holidays, YAY. But i am not at all excited bout this holiday. Its just really sad la. IT seems like only 1 week ago was my first day in RP. In a blink of an eye, its not sem 2 term 1 holidays, term to is coming up soon. And in other 7 more weeks, we will have to change class again. Seriously, i love both my classes in RP. Different group of people. But both the groups are so happening. Take parvin and gang and vanessa and gang. its like, they inject the word 'fun' my life. So, yea, if i could, i would wish to thank them. Woah, machiam like the star awards ah, thank here thank there. Yea, got influence by the star awards i guess. I think the artist deserve their award. Ok, enough of my whining, lets move on with my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday morning raining is falling. Nahx. It was a bright sunday morning. I went to sch at 9 to cycle. Has, been a long time since i last cycled on sundays. Well, cycled pasS the standard chartered marathon. Its amazing to see such a number of people taking part in the 42km marathon. I was thinkin to myself, who would be so nutz to go run for 42km. Yepx, those k kiang people landed up in the ambulance. after cycling was around 2pm. I washed up and prepared to meet gervais and gang at clementi for a soccer match. HAx, the match was at alexander hospital. I didn;t know that there was a pitch there right in the middle of the hospital. Wow. like so amazing, maybe for the patients to exercise, who knows? But anyway, we won the match. I played for 1 half. couldn;t take it, energy was drained out from cycling in the morning. Found out that my stamina has greatly decreased. Due to excessive ciggs i suppose. no wait, i shouldn't use suppose. IT is ciggs tat makes me lose my stamina. But the good news is, i smoke my last ciggarette at 9.00pm at clementi. So i guess its bye bye to ciggs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One reason for me to quit is because of my stamina. The other one is that amy doesn;t like people to smoke =D. so yea, quit for good. u can squeeze my tits if you see me holding a cigg. yea, before i sign out, i have a few things to say to this people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Narene: you are a rugby player, don smoke too much, later cannot run. Since you can tahan 2 days without ciggs. Try to take longer and cut down =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Van: women, you are hopeless. say wanna quit, yet i see you buying packs after packs. tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parvin and Julia: feeling bad right now, i wanna say sorry. HEHe. you can smack me if you one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amy: last but not least, its you = ) Let the people know that i am wooing you. wheee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its getting a little long, so yea, so long suckas!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18633034-113370980923360170?l=painwithinme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://painwithinme.blogspot.com/feeds/113370980923360170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18633034&amp;postID=113370980923360170' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18633034/posts/default/113370980923360170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18633034/posts/default/113370980923360170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://painwithinme.blogspot.com/2005/12/sorry-seems-to-be-hardest-word.html' title='Sorry seems to be the hardest word.'/><author><name>SiAn YaNg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06580633378042969681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-18633034.post-113359804233072456</id><published>2005-12-03T16:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-03T16:20:42.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Untitled</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5367/1828/1600/CIMG5203.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5367/1828/320/CIMG5203.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                           thats me shaking my own hands. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alrighty, blogged late today. Had nothing to do. Just woke up now long ago. Went out with amy and ashley and wei qiang yesterday. hehe. Went to eat pastamania and went to shop around. Ahaha, then proceeded to the arcade after that.  its kinda funny ah, everytime we go out, must go arcade at least once de. After all that, me and wq sent amy home. wah, the path to her house form the mRt station is indeed scary. not bad. she is quite brave to walk alone. even i m scared, not because of the darkness. its because of the long kang. i don know why, walking beside the canel simply gives me the creeps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meet up with cctan to go to fatty er;s house to play mahjong. its been quite some time since we last visited his house and played mahjong together. so, yea, kinda fun, but the game stopped after me and cc tan got the urge to play dota.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18633034-113359804233072456?l=painwithinme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://painwithinme.blogspot.com/feeds/113359804233072456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18633034&amp;postID=113359804233072456' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18633034/posts/default/113359804233072456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18633034/posts/default/113359804233072456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://painwithinme.blogspot.com/2005/12/untitled.html' title='Untitled'/><author><name>SiAn YaNg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06580633378042969681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-18633034.post-113344770746853444</id><published>2005-12-01T22:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-01T22:35:07.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'>yay yay yay</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I thought i had Ut in sch today, rushing to sch like mad. but realized that it was a thursday, so how dumb. nothing much happen in sch today. except that JUNIE bitch surprise me with a present. yepz. she gave me this tiny bottle of absolute vodka, those that you could find on the plane one. quite rare, and cute. so if you are reading my blog, A BIG BIG BIG THANK YOU TO YOU. hax. we drink red wine during christmas. Although nothing much happened in sch today. many things happen to me on the trip to sch today!!! basket case. like so unlucky right. First, i tripped and fell while i was climbing up the double deck bus, it was like so so so malu ah. imagine everyone staring at you, wanting to laugh, trying to hold back their laughter. luckily my laptop still in one piece. Second, i alighted at the interchange and realised that my i left my ez-link on the bus, i had to run like a madfuck to chase the bus, everyone was looking at me in the interchange. perhaps i lost my memory after the fall. lol. yeps, got back the bus card in the end. third, i was very late for sch, i reached boon lay at around 8.15. lol. fourth and finally, when i alighted at queenstown mrt station, someone stepped on my slippers while i was going down the stairs. and hurray, i tripped again. i could see the person who tripped me. she is from republic poly, year 2, floorballer. na bei. trip liao don know how to say sorry. wussy. hurhur. thats bout sch today. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Was suppose to call aAmMyY this morning, had so many things to talk to her about. lol. wanted to ask her how was the movie yesterday. wanted to ask her bout tml and stuff. But guess what, hehe. she overslept like a little piggy. i called her and she picked up phone, her voice was like soft and sweet.  like machiam a chick jus out from the egg. aint that cute? poor her, had to work till 4am. but never mind. haha. got me to brighten her day up =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18633034-113344770746853444?l=painwithinme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://painwithinme.blogspot.com/feeds/113344770746853444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18633034&amp;postID=113344770746853444' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18633034/posts/default/113344770746853444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18633034/posts/default/113344770746853444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://painwithinme.blogspot.com/2005/12/yay-yay-yay.html' title='yay yay yay'/><author><name>SiAn YaNg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06580633378042969681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-18633034.post-113336403038043775</id><published>2005-11-30T22:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-30T23:20:30.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'>jus read la!!</title><content type='html'>Good night everyone =D Was late for UT today, reached class at about 8.50 am. just in time before the deadline for taking the ut comes in. by right, if it was other faci, he or she wont let me take the paper, however, dennis let me took the paper. well, he is just a nice fac la. treat his students so well, and so polite. always end what he says with a big thank you. i m sure gonna miss him. but don worry, i aint gay. after class played dota for a while before i went biking. great. now the whole class is so crazy bout that game. haha. at least its something that pulls the class together. something i don like about my class is that, they all do their own things, apart from our gang. everyone practically goes home after sch. come'on, where is the love yo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;biking was next, after sch. hmmmm, was fun la. always crapping around with biking buddies. yea. lots of crap. went to eat at the esplanade street hawker. the good is nice. but the price is kinda cut throat. one hokkien mee for 4 dollars. so people. don go there unless you are feeling rich.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Msged amy early in the morning. haha. she was talking bout bed bugs last nite, and how they would bite me. yea la. i know. alot people wants to take a bite of me. cox i m just simply too sweet right? hurhur. i read her blog, she was saying something bout started over again. O.O, does that show that there is hope for me? i wonder. =X&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18633034-113336403038043775?l=painwithinme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://painwithinme.blogspot.com/feeds/113336403038043775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18633034&amp;postID=113336403038043775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18633034/posts/default/113336403038043775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18633034/posts/default/113336403038043775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://painwithinme.blogspot.com/2005/11/jus-read-la.html' title='jus read la!!'/><author><name>SiAn YaNg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06580633378042969681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-18633034.post-113328175189161135</id><published>2005-11-30T00:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-30T00:29:11.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'>time difference</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hey people, read this as though it was on Tuesday =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well well well, went to sch today. Hax. Nothing interesting la. Boring cognitive module. Its amazing that our class can never reach the 25 people attendance. We get people dropping out and stuff like that. Its like what the point, you already studied one sem in RP, why bother to transfer to other polys. So the bo liao right. For those who never come, I don know what they are thinking, have they ever thought that they would be retaking the module if they failed the module. Warning msgs never seem to help them. I rather suffer now and enjoy later then the other way round. No point la. Yep, after class started dota-ing. Eugene was crazy enough to play with 5 insane players. And yep, we got owned by them. Nothing new la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After sch, went to meet amy and company at orchard. Had dinner together. Add the chicken rice at level 5. It was yummy-licious. Haha. Although I aint good bout studies, but I am sure good at eating. I can give you lots of idea of where to eat and stuff. And that basically explains why my size now. After dinner, proceeded to do ‘shopping’ (its in bracket cox we didn’t buy anything in the end. Huishan tried so many stuff, and apparently nothing suits her. But its still fun though, hanging out with them. Went to mac-café for brownie and then cine for arcade and marche for snacks. Woah. Like spent loads of money today. Sighx. But its for a good cost la. Hahax. After today, realize that amy is just so wonderful. Haha, wei, I praise you so much, need to reward me de hor =) Such a nice girl, confirm got people after her one, too bad, I don fit her category of boyfrenz, so no hope for me =(. Yepx. And that’s bout it, man check the time, so late already!!! I m gonna be so screwed tml.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18633034-113328175189161135?l=painwithinme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://painwithinme.blogspot.com/feeds/113328175189161135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18633034&amp;postID=113328175189161135' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18633034/posts/default/113328175189161135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18633034/posts/default/113328175189161135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://painwithinme.blogspot.com/2005/11/time-difference.html' title='time difference'/><author><name>SiAn YaNg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06580633378042969681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-18633034.post-113308688324496336</id><published>2005-11-27T18:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-27T18:21:23.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sunday again</title><content type='html'>Well, its sunday again. So fast. Its something like time flies. and how true is that statement. Thinking back of what i did in poly in the first sem, it was really fun. played basketball during everybreak. playing bullet and everyone aiming at shawn. and in a blink of an eye, it gonna be decemeber already. the year is ending. and the new beginning is coming. i realise that life is short. sometimes, we have to plan our things careful, don waste a min of your life. who knows, you might make it to the top?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;did nothing at home, just brushing up my dota skills. hax. just wanting to own eugene. thats it. will be goin for relatives wedding later, unsure of what to wear. man, i look at my closet. its full of t shirts. i don really have some formal stuff. so yea. i m gonna make it big. ima walk into the ball room with jacket and jeans. see what they are gonna do bout it. the good thing is that its at mandrain hotel, at least i could wander around orchard if i m bored. so thats it, better be running =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey amy, tell me more bout helipotter =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18633034-113308688324496336?l=painwithinme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://painwithinme.blogspot.com/feeds/113308688324496336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18633034&amp;postID=113308688324496336' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18633034/posts/default/113308688324496336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18633034/posts/default/113308688324496336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://painwithinme.blogspot.com/2005/11/sunday-again.html' title='sunday again'/><author><name>SiAn YaNg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06580633378042969681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-18633034.post-113293612087434438</id><published>2005-11-26T00:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-26T00:28:40.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dota!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5367/1828/1600/Picture(7).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5367/1828/320/Picture%287%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                  wondering aimlessly in the streets&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;It was a normal day in sch, until i installed warcraft on my computer. Then, the fun comes in. Started playing dota, influenced many to play. People like, sam, eugene, narene, jerome, nanda and me. Haha. the numbers are good enough to form a class team. went on to play dota and we stayed in sch till about 10 then we left for home. yea la. i agree. sound kinda nutz. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;made a fool out of myself today in class. all thanks to that gillian la. everytime pon tang class. anyways, the story goes like this. i saw gillian come online early in the morning. and i couldn;t see her in class. so i thought she was at home. and i went to ask her why she didn;t come to sch. her answer to me was that she was hiding. and i tried to look around hoping to find her la. then i anyhow guess that she was behind the pillar. she said yes. i looked to the pillar again and saw no one. i thought she was kidding me. she i asked her ' what you doing at home' lol. i turned my head again. and saw her greeny little water bottle. and i realised that she was really in class. how dumb of me. and how skinny of her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;was talking to amy and found out that she was sick. told her loads of stuff bout talking care of herself to eating other people medicine. Here is a note to everyone. Do not eat your siblings medicine. The reason is simple, just take clothes for example, a guy cant wear a girls clothes. And you cant take your siblings medicine. How i wish i could be there to take care of her. Hope you get well soon =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18633034-113293612087434438?l=painwithinme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://painwithinme.blogspot.com/feeds/113293612087434438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18633034&amp;postID=113293612087434438' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18633034/posts/default/113293612087434438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18633034/posts/default/113293612087434438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://painwithinme.blogspot.com/2005/11/dota.html' title='dota!'/><author><name>SiAn YaNg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06580633378042969681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-18633034.post-113279804498770133</id><published>2005-11-24T09:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-24T10:07:25.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Prom crashing =D</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5367/1828/1600/DSCN4429.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5367/1828/320/DSCN4429.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;It was deborah lim qian wen's birthday yesterday. Me, RX, RS and yan min celebrated with her. Hmmm. at wheelock NYDC. RS doesn't know how to keep secrets. She gave the surprise away. How dumb, but never mind, people will huge object mass wont know one =D anyways, after the celebration we went to crash tanglin's prom night. don get it wrong, not chow extra, is go there as a status of a graduate. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;Anyways, Tanglin;s prom night was at sheratons. Yiling told me it was a 4 star hotel. Well, quite alright la, the lobby was grand. Better than traders hotel. hahax. their ball room was huge, unlike ours. puny little shit. Alright, to the girls. Met christina outside the hotel, she was sending her fren home i suppose. My gawd, she was gorgeous. Alright la, just need to file her face can already. She now quite mor peng =D Then saw many people. The girls are fucking chio. Its like so different when you see them in sch. The girls before my batch used to be nerdy and stuff, i didn;t know that they knew bout fashion. lolx. germaine looked like she just came back from the joseph and technicolour dreamcoat performance. Took a few pics with yiling, man, she is gorgeous, beautiful and stunning. Alamak, no need to say one la, she looks good everyday. Fashion queen. LOL. When to their prom, and i thought of my prom. So fun, its the time where you get to see your fella sch mates look like they are attending the oscars. It is unforgetable. cool. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;Yiling birthday on the 23rd. Happy birthday to her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;Debbie birthday is today. Happy birthday to her too =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i uploaded the pic i took with yiling.&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/18633034-113279804498770133?l=painwithinme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://painwithinme.blogspot.com/feeds/113279804498770133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18633034&amp;postID=113279804498770133' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18633034/posts/default/113279804498770133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18633034/posts/default/113279804498770133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://painwithinme.blogspot.com/2005/11/prom-crashing-d.html' title='Prom crashing =D'/><author><name>SiAn YaNg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06580633378042969681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-18633034.post-113267303276226831</id><published>2005-11-22T23:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-22T23:23:52.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'>thoughts again</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Did nothing much in sch. Don wish to write down what i do. Realize that my blog has become a report of me. What i do and shit. Anyways, today, van, sam and i were sitting at lido mac cafe. talking bout relationships again. Yea. I think and think and think. Is it worth waiting for cherie. THen, my conclusion is no. I know she wont love me like last time anymore. I also learnt from amy, you gotta move on with life. No point crying over spilled milk. So yea, decided to take this matter as a man, sometimes its better to be frenz than to be couples. Imagine the awkward situation when both you people break up. So should i wish cherie and that fella happiness? NAh. What they do is none of my problem. Yea, cherie, if you are reading this, buddies for life. AND YOU BLOODY OWE ME A BELT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Chatted with mavis a while ago. Yea, we were once bf and gf. But like i said. Sometimes its better to be friends. Anyways, she minded me of my grandpa. Was tearing like mad. Grandparents are the ones tat loves you the most. YOU want what, they give you wat, can you remember the time when you were still a kid, when you daddy whips your arse with a cane? you grandparents would always be there to protect you. So if you have a grandparen, treasure them. THey are the best. How i wish my grandpa was around. I have so much to tell him. Don regret.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Speaking of regret, yea, they are many in my life. I regret that i hung on to cherie for too long. So i wont want to leave a life full of regrets again. For you people reading this, yea, if you have a crush on someone, let him or her know. you wont know what is their reaction. Even though you might not know the answer, you just have to keep trying. Don give up, ones effort never fail to make the other party touch. Oh yar, don fast forward your relationship, know the person well enough before you ask her to be your gf. Don end up getting turned off by her attitutes. If you love a girl, love her as a whole. Be it nice or not nice. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Yunxi seems to be fading inside me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18633034-113267303276226831?l=painwithinme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://painwithinme.blogspot.com/feeds/113267303276226831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18633034&amp;postID=113267303276226831' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18633034/posts/default/113267303276226831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18633034/posts/default/113267303276226831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://painwithinme.blogspot.com/2005/11/thoughts-again.html' title='thoughts again'/><author><name>SiAn YaNg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06580633378042969681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-18633034.post-113258642769477610</id><published>2005-11-21T23:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-21T23:20:27.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my mind works wonder</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Hello there, the angel from my nightmare. Hax. what an introduction. Anyways, its a monday today. And its giving me the usual monday blues, tired and larthagic. No mood for doing anything else. Luckily i had a cup of coffee in the afternoon to keep me so hyper till now. Nothing much happen in sch today. Jeremy didn;t come to sch, and thats bout it. After sch went to chill out at orchard as usual. Narene, van, sam and me ate pastamania and got a 30 % discount thanks to jasmin. wahaha. cheap cheap and song song. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Was attempting to talk to amy in the afternoon, but lousy TP connection just wouldn;t get both of us thru. Been thinking about what she said about relationships. She thinks age matters for a relationship. How far do i agree to that sentence? Well, i could say to a certain extend. In a way yes, and in a way no. As you see, when your age is different, the older one would have a better and matured thinking than the younger one, which make them don click at times. But on the other hand, if there is a strong bond between the both of them, i am sure that age wont be a obstacle that keeps them apart. Because when you love one another, you will learn to compromise and give in to the other party. No matter what, you will never blame or be angry with that person. Yeps, so in conclusion, age don matter in a relationship, its the love that matters. There are many cases of relationships of different age groups. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;For my view on relationships, i think locaton matters alot!!! Because you see huh, like what amy said, imagine she kena  problem at kembagan, and her bf happens to stay in the west. By the time her bf gets there, she already fainted on the floor liao. (pai seh hor, use you as example, not to worry, i touch alot of wood for you=D ) And if your gf in the east is sick, and needs to go to the docs ASAP, by the time you raech the east, she is already half dead. By then again, we are in singapore, how far could the east and west be, not like we living in the states or something. Yep, then again, the love you have for each other is what that matters the most.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Be sure to catch YUNXI on channel U on wed =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18633034-113258642769477610?l=painwithinme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://painwithinme.blogspot.com/feeds/113258642769477610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18633034&amp;postID=113258642769477610' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18633034/posts/default/113258642769477610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18633034/posts/default/113258642769477610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://painwithinme.blogspot.com/2005/11/my-mind-works-wonder.html' title='my mind works wonder'/><author><name>SiAn YaNg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06580633378042969681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-18633034.post-113254211691173475</id><published>2005-11-21T10:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-21T11:01:56.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'>complilation</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Thursday:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Went shopping with cherie after sch. it seems that i am no longer angry with her. seeing her just makes me forget what she did to me. like wth. oh yea, jus like usual, always bugging me to buy things for her. only thing that was special that day was that she treat me eat pepper lunch. not bad la. *claps claps*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Friday:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Well, normal schooling on fridays. And yep, was looking forward to go out on a friday night. I don know why but then i feel that we all should go out on fridays, we shouldn;t stay at home. Friday nights just aint for home. Well, went out after sch to town, together with sam, van, narene. We were looking around for jackets and boxers. Yep, after that, i left them to go shopping with ze hao, i bought a quiksilver jacket. Its very nice, i will upload the pics as soon as possible. let you guys drool over it. wahaha. Met yiling at orchard too. Gotta say that she is the most style among all the female frenz i have. She has collections of almost all the clothes!  i guess she could not finish wearing her clothes in a year! Yep, when home after that. Reached home at 12, my dad was nagging at me, i had to sleep early because i had to wake at 5 am for biking on saturday morning, well, it might sound nutz but its my passion. gotta do everything for it =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Saturday:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Went cycling early in the morning. Cycled from tanglin all the way to woodlands our new campus, recce the route for the cross over. When we reached woodlands, they had this mini opening ceremony, they invited the minister of education to come plant trees. HOw dumb. A minister work is just to plant trees? lol. ironic isn;t it. Yep, after that, cycled all the way back. Was very tiring as i did not have my breakfast. After cycling, was around noon time. went to east coast park for BB chalet. Did crazy stuff over there, like we usually do, and for the first time in don know how many donkey years, i took out my shirt and went for a swim. Amazing isn't it. Then we had bbq. One thing i would like to share is that i am such a great cook, i couldn't find anyone that bbqs chicken wing as good as me. perfect, no chow tar one =D. Went home around 10.30, my dad picked me up. a great thank you to him, came all the way from the west to pick me up. THen when i reached home, i bathed and came online. Chatted with amy. She suddenly become my sis. haha. talk cock till like 1am then went to sleep.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;Sunday:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;its a sunday!!! i slept till 2 pm. this is the life! did nothing much for sunday. Except went to my grannies house and went to my dad office to help him wash his car. THen after that, went to IMM and then had dinner there. Went home after that, and that concluded my day. hahas. Sundays are just so boring. At least better than going to church =D Went online in the night and chatted with amy again. hahax. crapped all the way till 12. Was watching soccer on tv and chatting with her at the same time. Singapore lost yesterdays match. awww. so sad. Amy has a blog, i just linked her. She is sharing it together with ashley, yep, visit them and tag their blog. So pathetic, only 1 person tagged, and it happens to be the owner herself. hahax. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;4 days of fun, all written down in words. THats it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;I love YUNXI !!!! (1 more day)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18633034-113254211691173475?l=painwithinme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://painwithinme.blogspot.com/feeds/113254211691173475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18633034&amp;postID=113254211691173475' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18633034/posts/default/113254211691173475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18633034/posts/default/113254211691173475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://painwithinme.blogspot.com/2005/11/complilation.html' title='complilation'/><author><name>SiAn YaNg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06580633378042969681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-18633034.post-113215034346394794</id><published>2005-11-16T22:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-16T22:12:23.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wild wild wet</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt;Right now, i am feeling paralyse. Tired from the biking. Although we didn;t cycle that far, but still feeling shacked. Perhaps i haven;t been touching that 2 wheel freak of mine for quite some time already. Well, it rained today while we were cycling, so that explains the tittle of the entry today. Yep, drenched, like we just came out from the swimming pool. I am going to make the post today short and sweet. Because, nothing interesting happened today! Ta-da.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18633034-113215034346394794?l=painwithinme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://painwithinme.blogspot.com/feeds/113215034346394794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18633034&amp;postID=113215034346394794' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18633034/posts/default/113215034346394794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18633034/posts/default/113215034346394794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://painwithinme.blogspot.com/2005/11/wild-wild-wet.html' title='wild wild wet'/><author><name>SiAn YaNg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06580633378042969681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-18633034.post-113206971101223601</id><published>2005-11-15T22:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-15T23:48:31.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i aint your boy toy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5367/1828/1600/DSC02723.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5367/1828/320/DSC02723.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                    Prom night 2004, everyone at their best. Vanessa said my shirt was nice=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Guess whos back, back again, sian yang's back, tell a fren. Now everyone report to the web page to the web page, alright STOP, Blogging time. Come here little kiddys, eyes on the screeen, sianyang;s here with a brand new entry. Hah, i am hyper today. Went to sch today, had our usual cognitive lessons. NOthing interesting during the day. But the fun comes in after sch. I had a tiny demostration on my talents =D. NOthing much actually, just dance a little, and i made vanessa and samual roll on the floor laughing. Too bad to people who didn;t stay back after sch, its a once in a life time performance by me!! Headed to orchard to have lunch after that. Went to cine to eat long john, yea. It would another interesting thing. Me and sam wanted to order food at long john, then, this counter girl told us to order a family meal, we didn;t want it, so we gave an excuse of not having enough money. N yea, she was laughing at us, thinking ' no money still want to eat long john' so thereafter, every dish we order, she would ask: you all got enough money or not. Dam pussy la, but never mind, we forgive her, because she is really cute. Not good looking, jus plain cute. Her name is amily, gawd, i want to ger her number. So take note of her when you go to cine long john the next time. After long john, i went to the arcade to play daytona, got 1st, nothing special bout it, and after arcade, we went to coffee bean to drink and experimented something. We realise that you would get high if you took a ciggeratte through a straw, was kinda good, so had a few puff. Went home after that, upon reaching jurong point, i suddenly had the urge to play initial D, so i went to play, change 5 dollars worse of tokens, and started playing, i played till my legs cramp, and i couldn;t get off the machine la. so funny, i sat there, and people thought i was hogging the place. first time play game play until cramp ah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Alright, i know my entry yesterday was a little bit mean. BUt what the hell, she broke my heart, she phunked with my heart. She broke her promise again and again. But the strange thing is, i always make up my mine to ignore her, but i just couldn;t do it. Everytime after a few hours, i would want to call her and say sorry, even though i am not in the wrong. Its like, i cant be angry with her. She has something to keep my anger. I saw her and her bf at the bus stop today. And something strange bout it, everytime i wear the shirt she gave me, i would meet her, other days when i m wearing stuffs that i buy myself, i wouldn;t get to see her. Is that some kind of sign. ALright, back to seeing her at bus stop, gotta say that i aint feeling that good when i saw her with her bf. Jealousy perhaps. BUt i knew it wouldn;t happen agian. I lost my chances, i could only wish them happiness, but i aint gonna do that. Took my frustration out on the bus seats, certainly made an impact there. I broke the seat. Haiz, people are calling me to let go, but it aint that easy to let go. Alright, enough bout that, time to move on, i see what i have to write next time.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;Something interesting to share with you guys. Bikers especially, i had a fren, who fell off the bike when attempting to do stunt. She is not seriously injured, she merely broke a few teeth, sprain her fingers, had bruise all over, busted her lips and had a swollen face. Well, not really that serious la. Its lucky that she need not go hospital and bandage herself all over. Well, not good to laugh at people, so touch wood. *prays hard*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;HA, this is something juicy i wanna blog today. Its bout girls. Hey come on man, this is a guys blog, why cant i blog about girls, we get girls critising guys in their blogs, and why cant me, a guy, criticise girls in my own blog. Ok here goes. We guys are girl's toy. Maybe toy isn;t quite a good word. How bout sanitary pads, or tampons for some. When they need it, they will look for you, if they don have it, they will go around searching for you, be it long, short, wide or narrow. They will treasure you when they got it, because they have to, they need you. After their period is over, they throw you away, depends on where they are, if in the forest, you would be on the soil, degrading into the soil. If toilet, they would simply dump you into the bins provided, and eventually, you will be cremated in the incineration plant. Isn;t that true? tag me if you have something to say regarding this issue.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THIS IS MY HYPOTHESIS BEFORE I CAME OUT WITH THIS SEGMENT: GIRLS AINT GOOD. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;In another 1 more week, the taiwan drama would come to an end. Prince become frog. Which means, i wont get to see my beloved yunxi anymore. HOw i wish they could like broadcast it whole year round. So my dream mate wont be gone. As the end nears, i treasure YUNXI more and more. Hopefully i don forget how she looks like in the movie.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;With that, time for me to say: thats all folks! =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18633034-113206971101223601?l=painwithinme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://painwithinme.blogspot.com/feeds/113206971101223601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18633034&amp;postID=113206971101223601' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18633034/posts/default/113206971101223601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18633034/posts/default/113206971101223601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://painwithinme.blogspot.com/2005/11/i-aint-your-boy-toy.html' title='i aint your boy toy'/><author><name>SiAn YaNg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06580633378042969681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-18633034.post-113180213644401654</id><published>2005-11-12T21:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-12T21:28:56.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'>live or let die</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Haven been posting for the past day. Reason being, i wasn;t at home that early to post. I hung out with my frenz on a friday night. Yep, so i don be blogging that often on a friday night. Come on, its a friday night, its going to be the start of a 2 day holiday, stay out late and party all night long. Speaking of partyin, i was out with wei qiang and his frenz yesterday night, was at orchard all along. Only remember a few fellas name, one of which was AMY, the other was Ashley. Both very friendly girls. BEcause of that, i left van and sam. hehe. sorry bout that guys. We shopping together with the girls. Then went to pS for arcading. Went home around 11 plus. Surprise that girls would actually hang out so late. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;As for today, nothing much, just like what i usually, eat shit sleep and wank. lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;This is a msg to all clubbers. If you are underage, don club. If you don have a car, don club, you would need to ask your frenz down if you are drunk, and you cant fuck and run, aka one night stand. If you cant fight, don club, bouncers nowadays are cheebyes. IF you can drink, don club, you will embarass yourself. If you cant stay out late, don club,  your parents would fuck you upside down. Yep, follow all this rules, and happy clubbing =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I don know what the hell is with my tittle today. I just happen to came across this word while i was playing pool in yahoo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I still miss yunxi =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18633034-113180213644401654?l=painwithinme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://painwithinme.blogspot.com/feeds/113180213644401654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18633034&amp;postID=113180213644401654' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18633034/posts/default/113180213644401654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18633034/posts/default/113180213644401654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://painwithinme.blogspot.com/2005/11/live-or-let-die.html' title='live or let die'/><author><name>SiAn YaNg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06580633378042969681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-18633034.post-113167375066842276</id><published>2005-11-11T09:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-11T10:09:50.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sorry for the late post</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5367/1828/1600/SY%20n%20WQ%202.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5367/1828/320/SY%20n%20WQ%202.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;those where the days... =(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;We have to constantly tell lies in order to make our life perfect. How truth is that statement. Don’t you find that lying has become part and parcel of you life, you can simple just say a sentence, and don know whether you are lying or not. I consider talking big as lying. How truth is it that you have a interesting encounter everyday of your life. Lies after lies to cover yourself up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Well, enough bout that, went to sch as usual today. As expect, attendance wasn;t very good either. The most we can have is 4 full teams, and that’s it, end of story. Like what I mentioned yesterday, the cycle goes on, wait for first break out, then the second, and then go home. But today, I did some work as it was my favorite module. Gillian and jasmine was absent from class today. Both of them seem to be busy for their O levels. Since I am known as the lucky boy =D, I shall pass some of my luck to them. Now, go JEDIS and produce good results. How lame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I am amazed that Miss jellybean would take time off to read my blog. So touched. Haha, didn’t know you would do that, somemore during the exam period. But then again, our miss jellybean isn’t really good with numbers. So… ermmmm. How should I put it. hahax&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Life is full of ups and downs. But they are not going to stop me from loving YUNXI!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;By the way, this is thursday's entry. hurhur&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/18633034-113167375066842276?l=painwithinme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://painwithinme.blogspot.com/feeds/113167375066842276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18633034&amp;postID=113167375066842276' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18633034/posts/default/113167375066842276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18633034/posts/default/113167375066842276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://painwithinme.blogspot.com/2005/11/sorry-for-late-post.html' title='sorry for the late post'/><author><name>SiAn YaNg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06580633378042969681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-18633034.post-113154831486549405</id><published>2005-11-09T22:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-09T22:58:34.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'>..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5367/1828/1600/ghy.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5367/1828/320/ghy.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                 &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; this pic shows it all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18633034-113154831486549405?l=painwithinme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://painwithinme.blogspot.com/feeds/113154831486549405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18633034&amp;postID=113154831486549405' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18633034/posts/default/113154831486549405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18633034/posts/default/113154831486549405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://painwithinme.blogspot.com/2005/11/blog-post.html' title='..'/><author><name>SiAn YaNg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06580633378042969681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-18633034.post-113154787738224648</id><published>2005-11-09T22:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-09T22:51:17.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'>orchard anyone?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;eason greetings to everyone, christmas is around the corner, so is new year =D. Went down to orchard today, to accompany van to buy her guess bag. She paid 100 plus for a box. and she is carrying the box around. How interesting. Fashion is getting more and more outrageous. And guess what, i saw priscilla chan at the guess shop in take. You know the mediacorp actress, dam chio in real life la. oh yar, her real name is zhen shi mei (that is if i got the spelling correct la). Yep, after that van and the ah gua aka sam, went to this lingerie shop. haha, claiming to see a wallet, but who knows, maybe sam wanted to see lingerie instead of the wallet? after the lingerie shop, both of them went to armani exchange, i didn't follow them in, i stood inside the shop. The reason being i don;t like being stared at. These sales people like to stare at you, hinting you to get out of their shop. As though as we rubbish like that. WTF man, not as if we cannot afford you stuff right, just don;t want to spend so much on clothings la. Which that amount, i can buy more stuff at far east. pussynators. The problem with these people is that they think they work in this kind of shop then dam big shot la, chee bye.... if i got money... i change into 1 dollar coin, and let you swim inside ah. say already also dulan. Alrighty, proceeded to coffee bean at paragon to lim kopi. Why i choose coffee bean paragon isntead of wheelock because ah, paragon high clasS. they toilet ah... got button one leh. mai siao siao. after coffee. went inside paragon, wah na bei, then see this shop that sell branded handphones, that one really branded la. one for 32k. kee siao people then go buy. i guess those phones only for show off, no GPRS no nothing, put there for show only. What on earth are people thinking today. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Hmmm, nothing happened in school. AS usual, wen to sch, wait for the first break out, then the second break out... then go home. My gawd, i am wasting my life doing all this. I wonder what other things i can do beside studying. Haha, we changed team for communication today. i same team as gillian, ajin and jason. Well, i noticed gillian has been this thing. Don;t know to call it sweet or rubber. It seriously look like a capsule of really thick rubber. Perhaps eat too much already will become rubber women? who knows?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;Here is to mavis: yea, i guess i didn;t fulfill my promise of waiting for you. but i am sure you read my previous post. thanks for understanding me. i straigthen out my thoughts that parents are more impt. relationships only come in when i in Uni or what. Or maybe i go army that time. I hope you don get affected by this, i want you to study hard, and not disappoint you parents, basically, everyone. Suay suay you screw up your o level because of me ah. i will feel guilty for the rest of my life one. So promise me that. Hope to see you pasS you Os with flying colours. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Alright, this is something to all bloggers out there who is reading my blog. I have something to tell you people. What is the purpose of using good english, cheem words, fluent sentences. Blogging is not a channel for you to flaunt your language skills. If you are really that good, why not consider joining the debate team. Hello, here is singapore la, no matter how well you blog, you will still be a singaporean. And being a singaporean, you must blog in singlish, just like me. A mixture of language could sometimes be fun. Do you get good grades for typing in cheem english, where people like us, who don understand cheem words, but is interested to visit ya blogs. Why make life so lehchey for us.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SO WAKE UP, WE ARE IN SINGAPORE.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Before i go, i would like to add...... &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I LOVE YUNXI!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;screw jun hao and tian yu, both the spoiler, make my darling so evil. tsk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18633034-113154787738224648?l=painwithinme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://painwithinme.blogspot.com/feeds/113154787738224648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18633034&amp;postID=113154787738224648' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18633034/posts/default/113154787738224648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18633034/posts/default/113154787738224648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://painwithinme.blogspot.com/2005/11/orchard-anyone.html' title='orchard anyone?'/><author><name>SiAn YaNg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06580633378042969681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-18633034.post-113145775604189100</id><published>2005-11-08T21:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-08T21:49:16.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'>gramophone</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;don't be fooled by the entry tittle today. i aint gonna talk anything bout gramophone today. i just happen to see this plastic back from gramophone, and i am wondering when did i get a cd from there. so thats bout the tittle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993300;"&gt;well, today, nothing much happen in sch. nothing interesting, it wasn;t as interesting as yesterday. haha. its not everyday that we get to see super women. THere were only a few people in class today, it wasn;t as happening as it used to be. and the constant lateness of our classmates has caught the attention of our dear MR LIM FUN SIONG. and so, our rj question for today is: what do you think about punctuality. I don know what is the point of going to sch now, for me, going to sch is just to show face and spend time. basically, i couldn;t catch up with word, i didn;t know what the problem statement is talking about. so sit there laze around. is that what you call wasting your life away?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#66ff99;"&gt;after sch, headed for tanglin sec for BB. yep, our boys trainin up for the recruitment 2006, and we are going to make it big this year. after BB, went to have dinner with the usual bunch, and after dinner, me and victor headed for our favourite game again. spend 4 bucks on it today. and yes. i mastered the game play, wahaha, still need more training to become a pro.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;nothing much about relationships i want to share today, become sick and tired of it. now i m looking forward to get my license. other things, wait till i get my license then say. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;I LOVE YUNXI!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18633034-113145775604189100?l=painwithinme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://painwithinme.blogspot.com/feeds/113145775604189100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18633034&amp;postID=113145775604189100' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18633034/posts/default/113145775604189100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18633034/posts/default/113145775604189100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://painwithinme.blogspot.com/2005/11/gramophone.html' title='gramophone'/><author><name>SiAn YaNg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06580633378042969681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-18633034.post-113137812829192954</id><published>2005-11-07T23:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T23:42:08.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what a day</title><content type='html'>i miss them =( &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5367/1828/1600/Classmates%20001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5367/1828/320/Classmates%20001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;yea, today was what a day man! monday today, had to attend sch with ma lathargic body. wasn;t in the mood to do anything in sch, and so is everyone else. come on dude, its monday, yet we are doing the shitty computing and mathematical methods on the first day. how tiring and mad. yea... that was basically what i done for the first half of the day. totally retarded. but, hurhur, the show is about to start.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;after sch today, nehneh, jixian, tian shi and me decided to walk to the MRT station. so we walked and walked and walked. yep. and then.. something really funny happened. jixian and nehneh were pushing each other while walking, and nehneh ended up in the bush with jixian gave her a shove. alamak, she got tangled up in the bushes, like she went for war like that. poor thing. the sad thing was, neither me, tian shi or jixian bothered to help her up. we just stood there and laughed our ass off. man. comedy of the day. poor nehneh. sacrificial lamb. but wth.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;yep, nehneh wasn;t in the state for public transport, so we had to take a cab to jixian;s house. on the way to take the cab, we decided to have a game of bowling. so when we reach his house, he went to do his thang, neh neh and me went to the fitness corner to wait for him. (you know, those equipment at the viod deck for you to train up) yea, nehneh was simply fascinated by it. like machiam east side don have like that. yep, we waited for like freaking 30 mins before he showed up, and we proceeded to cdans to have a few games of bowling. darn. my score was only like 116! remember the days when i was playing a competition in batam, 139! and i had those aunties from the church cheeering for me. hurhur. pro hor..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;so after bowling, we went to westmall to eat. bloody hell, jixian made us queue with him at the atm machine, to find out that he didn;t bring his atm card. wasted like 20 mins there. dam. the queues in westmall is sooooo slow. its killing us. after dinner, headed for the arcade to play pool, yep, had 2 rounds, and worn 2 rounds. tsk... been there done that =) well, after a long day, all headed home.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;there are somethings i want to say, but i m afriad that i would that someone, therefore, i shall keep it after the exams, where everything doesn;t matters =x freedom awaits me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;on the way home, some thoughts come to my mind. might be thinking i m such a wierdo, sit in the mrt also can think that much. yea, anyway, my thought was death. imagine yourself sitting infront of the computer reading this entry, have you ever thought of death. its like, time is ticking away, you don have much time left on earth, someday, you will have to go. who wants to live this place. who wants to DIE! and another few years down the road, many not few... hopely as long as possible, your grandparents and you parents are going to leave you, i am sure you are going to miss them loads. so this thought came to my mind.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WE ONLY LIVE ONCE, DO THE THINGS YOU WANT TO DO, DON REGRET IT, TREATS YOUR FAMILY GOOD, FOR YOU HAVE THE CHANCE AND ABILITY TO DO SO. YOUR PARENTS GAVE YOU LIFE, ITS RIGHT TAT YOU DO THEM FAVOURS AFTER FAVOURS. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;i had been lazy and rebellious for the past 1 years, its time for a change. bit by bit, you are gonna see a new me. a me that isn;t that vulgar, that porno, that crazy. like the M1 tag line.... '1 life live it!'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I LOVE YUN XI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18633034-113137812829192954?l=painwithinme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://painwithinme.blogspot.com/feeds/113137812829192954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18633034&amp;postID=113137812829192954' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18633034/posts/default/113137812829192954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18633034/posts/default/113137812829192954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://painwithinme.blogspot.com/2005/11/what-day.html' title='what a day'/><author><name>SiAn YaNg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06580633378042969681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
