<?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-4030604905385304782</id><updated>2011-07-31T18:06:26.041+08:00</updated><category term='fatty'/><category term='ice cream'/><category term='cheena'/><category term='physics and construction'/><category term='awesome'/><category term='screw love stories.'/><category term='credits to me and indah (:'/><category term='oreo doughnut'/><category term='crotch dance (:'/><category term='unglamity'/><category term='sayhindah'/><category term='free milo'/><category term='post examination stress'/><category term='brain dead'/><category term='apa ini?'/><category term='what is amore?'/><category term='heart broken'/><category term='redemption'/><category term='food'/><category term='S.A.F.E'/><category term='OREO'/><category term='pergi mati'/><category term='stained lips'/><category term='can&apos;t get enough'/><category term='perverted'/><category term='run baby run'/><category term='teh tarik'/><title type='text'>;D</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doubleblurcock.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4030604905385304782/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doubleblurcock.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4030604905385304782/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>perfectly retarded</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09626298013220958077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>399</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4030604905385304782.post-4519698045029138307</id><published>2010-02-13T18:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-13T19:10:02.668+08:00</updated><title type='text'>new year's eve.</title><content type='html'>hey ya'll.&lt;br /&gt;well, tomorrow's CNY and today's obviously the eve of CNY.&lt;br /&gt;lols. today sucked, kind of.&lt;br /&gt;last night was damn irritating. gosh. my dad brought my sister and i to bedok jetty.&lt;br /&gt;for i have no idea what reason. i was damn tired from tuition already.&lt;br /&gt;we left at around 11, then went for supper at some prata shop.&lt;br /&gt;it was gooood. but salty. ulgh. then went home. it was like 12 plus,nearly 1 then.&lt;br /&gt;went home, crashed right away.&lt;br /&gt;woke up this morning, went to the gym to work out.&lt;br /&gt;some people just think that girls are weak. like seriously.&lt;br /&gt;haha. i gave them a new definition of WEAK today (:&lt;br /&gt;see me work out man. :D&lt;br /&gt;teehee. kay.. then bathed and went out for lunch. forgot that today was&lt;br /&gt;CNY eve, which means almost all shops are closed. -.-&lt;br /&gt;went to parkway, found nothing to eat, went to macs.&lt;br /&gt;"that was the most fucked up lunch ever."-my father.&lt;br /&gt;yeah. btu to me it's okay la. cos i always have macs for lunch (:&lt;br /&gt;then went hunting for cny clothes. gawd, i didn't even shop. :(&lt;br /&gt;so in the end found NOTHING. but bought a whole set of earrings instead :D&lt;br /&gt;hahah. i love the flower one that i'm wearing now. teehee.&lt;br /&gt;but i still have some clothes that my auntie bought for me.&lt;br /&gt;so i'll wear that tmr. btw, it's a yellow translucent tank top and a mini demin skirt.&lt;br /&gt;i'll look like a pros tmr. -.-"&lt;br /&gt;anyways, then came home, changed went for mass.&lt;br /&gt;screwed up the timing so the mass was like ending when we reached.&lt;br /&gt;urgh. only had 10 minutes of holiness.&lt;br /&gt;going to uncle's place later for steamboat. grandparents not even home this&lt;br /&gt;year for cny. wtf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;yesterday&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;(: was freaking fun.&lt;br /&gt;went to orchard with nat tan, ying ci, cheryl and nature after school.&lt;br /&gt;we walked to cineleisure to watch "the valentine's day" and eat.&lt;br /&gt;the show was damn funnny sia. :D&lt;br /&gt;i was laughing like some mad ass. especially the part where taylor&lt;br /&gt;swift was dancing damn spastically. HAHAHHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;omg. hiliarious man ;)&lt;br /&gt;the gay part, the phone sex part and the part with the boss and the ruler&lt;br /&gt;saying something like "kneel down to queen ....!!!"&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;PLUS THE SEAT BELT. hahaha. bloopers :D&lt;br /&gt;overall, the show has no link and it's funny. yet, sweet :)&lt;br /&gt;yeah then we shopped around for cheryl's wallet but they chipped in and&lt;br /&gt;got me my early birthday present instead :)&lt;br /&gt;AWESOME GOLDEN WALLET SIA.&lt;br /&gt;then mrt back. it was funny inside the mrt&lt;br /&gt;cos like we were being squashed like sardines and we saw this gross&lt;br /&gt;couple like being intimate and stuff right infront of us.&lt;br /&gt;ergh. gross.&lt;br /&gt;:) reached home around 5 plus. then blahed.&lt;br /&gt;i hope tmr's going to be fun :)&lt;br /&gt;yay. kay bye.&lt;br /&gt;HAVE A HAPPY CNY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4030604905385304782-4519698045029138307?l=doubleblurcock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doubleblurcock.blogspot.com/feeds/4519698045029138307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4030604905385304782&amp;postID=4519698045029138307' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4030604905385304782/posts/default/4519698045029138307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4030604905385304782/posts/default/4519698045029138307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doubleblurcock.blogspot.com/2010/02/new-years-eve.html' title='new year&apos;s eve.'/><author><name>perfectly retarded</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09626298013220958077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4030604905385304782.post-1323418239037767780</id><published>2010-02-10T18:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T18:25:37.071+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>since i have not posted a proper post in like decades, i shall post one now :D&lt;br /&gt;first thing:&lt;br /&gt;i practically slept in front of the chinese teacher just now and she didn't even realise.&lt;br /&gt;(Y)&lt;br /&gt;i so smart sia. hahah. (:&lt;br /&gt;anyways, texting nat and shahrizal now. bored ttm.&lt;br /&gt;like there is nothing to do. i should be studying now. for tmr's science formative test &amp;amp; lit.&lt;br /&gt;but since syahindah just finished her third lang not long ago, i shall be nice&lt;br /&gt;and give her like half hour to go home. before i start studying.&lt;br /&gt;see, now i don't have an advantage ((:&lt;br /&gt;i'm doomed for my science tmr. i have no clue about the nonsense about&lt;br /&gt;carbohydrates for biological molecules. i'm totally LOST.&lt;br /&gt;so i expect myself to pass. barely.&lt;br /&gt;i still gotta do math homework. ugh. super lazy ttm.&lt;br /&gt;-.- school is so boring. but i actually still survive cos i listen in class.&lt;br /&gt;*clap clap clap*&lt;br /&gt;i'm planning to go cut my fringe like now. cos i really cannot stand it. it's so damn&lt;br /&gt;annoying. it's too LONG. and ANNOYING.&lt;br /&gt;limited vocabulary sucks.&lt;br /&gt;yay. going out with nat and cheryl on friday :DD&lt;br /&gt;shopping shopping!~&lt;br /&gt;wheeeeeeeeeee. shits. tmr got training.&lt;br /&gt;bleh. kay. BYEBYE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4030604905385304782-1323418239037767780?l=doubleblurcock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doubleblurcock.blogspot.com/feeds/1323418239037767780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4030604905385304782&amp;postID=1323418239037767780' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4030604905385304782/posts/default/1323418239037767780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4030604905385304782/posts/default/1323418239037767780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doubleblurcock.blogspot.com/2010/02/since-i-have-not-posted-proper-post-in.html' title=''/><author><name>perfectly retarded</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09626298013220958077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4030604905385304782.post-6578019094706378977</id><published>2010-02-10T15:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T15:59:02.682+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tom yam</title><content type='html'>this whole post will be dedicated to tom yam.&lt;br /&gt;love it. it's mine. go away.&lt;br /&gt;i have cheena tuition at like 4. which is apparently NOW.&lt;br /&gt;but wtv. i'm eating tom yam noodles! :D&lt;br /&gt;yay.&lt;br /&gt;boring day.. screwed up my math test.&lt;br /&gt;i think i'll get a 0.&lt;br /&gt;and people will start to talk to me.&lt;br /&gt;by people i mean teachers.&lt;br /&gt;yeah. then coach will kill me.&lt;br /&gt;for failing MATH.&lt;br /&gt;then i go into depression&lt;br /&gt;and then suicide which leads to death.&lt;br /&gt;seriously, my class is like so morbid.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha. BYE :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4030604905385304782-6578019094706378977?l=doubleblurcock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doubleblurcock.blogspot.com/feeds/6578019094706378977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4030604905385304782&amp;postID=6578019094706378977' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4030604905385304782/posts/default/6578019094706378977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4030604905385304782/posts/default/6578019094706378977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doubleblurcock.blogspot.com/2010/02/tom-yam.html' title='tom yam'/><author><name>perfectly retarded</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09626298013220958077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4030604905385304782.post-4079254727001348887</id><published>2010-01-30T21:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T21:22:24.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>omg. feeling super shit today. so much for a BETTER day. go die saturday. chinese tuition almost killed me. all i saw was myself in the cupdboard. cos there's this HUGE mirror :D so i stared at myself. and almost died. luckily kitkat saved me. anyways, just came back from dinner. boring. cos i had to go look at UGLY shoes with my sister. she has no taste. absolutely none. zilch. kay bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4030604905385304782-4079254727001348887?l=doubleblurcock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doubleblurcock.blogspot.com/feeds/4079254727001348887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4030604905385304782&amp;postID=4079254727001348887' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4030604905385304782/posts/default/4079254727001348887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4030604905385304782/posts/default/4079254727001348887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doubleblurcock.blogspot.com/2010/01/omg.html' title=''/><author><name>perfectly retarded</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09626298013220958077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4030604905385304782.post-7180622107077139642</id><published>2010-01-29T22:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T22:41:59.557+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i don't feel happy today. so no colours. seriously, i mean like. i really think that the team has more fun together without me. every training that i miss it'll be uber loads of fun. and when i do go for training, it'll be torture 101. and then they'll tell me the next day what they did for training. and i'll be like "oh that's so cool." "what's this?what's that?" and i'll feel like i'm missing out on some great joke. really. then i'll have this mini emo session with myself and they'll start to ask if i'm alright. and i'll give the standard reply. tired. but these few days have really been too much for me. like being sick, missing trainings, class chinese new year decorations. it's all so overwhelming. :( i really can't cope between training and class nonsense already. i have no energy for this. i don't even get enough sleep everyday. how am i suppose to lead people when i can't even manage myself. but i can't just give up my position as vice-chair. cos firstly, i cannot just leave dini and let her fend for herself right. she's even more stressed than me. i have to help her, to control the class. and secondly, i can't drop my position as captain right. that'll be insane. and since most of them trust in me such that they voted for me to be captain, i can't just leave all my responsibilities for my own personal sake. i've got to think of others as well. i cannot be selfish. i have to be responsible for so many people, so many things.i cannot be so irresponsible. my parents already think that i'm irresponsible and totally useless. this is the time when i prove to them and myself that i am capable of leading and managing my time while excelling. i will not give up right now cos it's only the beginning of something freaking great and awesome. i will lead the team well and bring us all to the championships. but first, i've got to get my high/mojo back. it's been gone this whole week. i hope i get an overdose next week :DDD kay. byebye!&lt;br /&gt;~worries aside~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4030604905385304782-7180622107077139642?l=doubleblurcock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doubleblurcock.blogspot.com/feeds/7180622107077139642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4030604905385304782&amp;postID=7180622107077139642' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4030604905385304782/posts/default/7180622107077139642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4030604905385304782/posts/default/7180622107077139642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doubleblurcock.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-dont-feel-happy-today.html' title=''/><author><name>perfectly retarded</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09626298013220958077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4030604905385304782.post-7309785835249236037</id><published>2010-01-27T16:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T16:48:33.521+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_leX6koXA474/S1_7Ypm_J8I/AAAAAAAAALE/dfWg5UwVaLQ/s1600-h/suck.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 195px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 156px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431336076536915906" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_leX6koXA474/S1_7Ypm_J8I/AAAAAAAAALE/dfWg5UwVaLQ/s200/suck.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;My computer seems a little odd today but i just can't figure what's so odd about it. There's something wrong with the text size.. Hmm. Weird. Anyways, today sucked. It was totally boring :( School time was boring because the first three periods were all those content-based lessons. Had english,history and also geography. It was damn boring , me and Syahindah were about to die from boredom. -.- Some of the class kept laughing at ms tang cos she accidentally wacked herself with the pointer when she was scolding some girl. Like as if that is even that funny. Syahindah laughed like a mad cow even when she didn't see it happen. Wth. That doesn't make sense at all. Whatever. So had recess after that. Then legacy where the class was just being annoying and forcing me to shout at them with my still-healing throat. Idiots. Then had math, which was just a suicide class. Ms tay made us do practise questions on factorisation for the entire period. What the hell la. My brain almost fired and i heard someone say Angela was crying. I kind of believe that actually :D After that had HCL. Boring like nobody's business. Haha, and Natalie's damn sad this morning cos manuella had the same bag as her. Awwww. I feel her pain. Hahahaha :) Anyways, i did all my homework in school already. Buahahaa. I'm fast man :D I'm in a delimma. Should i go to training tomorrow? Because i'm feeling almost fully recovered just with cough and a little runny nose. But my mom told me not to train this whole week. Wtf. If i go right, surely will kenna from her. But competition's coming very very fast and i want to get as much training as possible. D: Curse the viral flu!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I'm so freaking tired. okay, bye!  :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4030604905385304782-7309785835249236037?l=doubleblurcock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doubleblurcock.blogspot.com/feeds/7309785835249236037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4030604905385304782&amp;postID=7309785835249236037' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4030604905385304782/posts/default/7309785835249236037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4030604905385304782/posts/default/7309785835249236037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doubleblurcock.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-computer-seems-little-odd-today-but.html' title=''/><author><name>perfectly retarded</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09626298013220958077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_leX6koXA474/S1_7Ypm_J8I/AAAAAAAAALE/dfWg5UwVaLQ/s72-c/suck.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4030604905385304782.post-8986141549766546848</id><published>2010-01-25T11:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T12:03:02.499+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_leX6koXA474/S10WoNxD6TI/AAAAAAAAAK8/bg7XwbAIDd8/s1600-h/heart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 100px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 100px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430521605824702770" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_leX6koXA474/S10WoNxD6TI/AAAAAAAAAK8/bg7XwbAIDd8/s200/heart.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;hello. even though nobody reads this almost-dead-yet-alive blog, i'm still going to post things on this. like seriously, will i just let it die? of course not! :) so yeah, i feel orange today so i'm using orange :D teehee. it's been a long time since i've actually used coloured words. how queer. anyway, it's about 12pm now and 2e1 is probably having some lesson like either history or higher MT. hahaha. yay me and my stupid viral flu. i skipped school, missed my CA, and cca. how damn irritating is that. and like my voice gets worse. then it becomes normal and then worse again. is it having PMS?! ergh. anyways, i felt damn sick in the morning and like my throat was killing. you all should take a look at my antibiotics man. it's HUGEEEE. i'm so bored and tired. i've been sleeping like for almost 2 consecutive days. and i figured out that since i'm so bored, i'll either watch tv later or play computer games. which is something i do not do at all. really. so yeah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;ORANGE FTW!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4030604905385304782-8986141549766546848?l=doubleblurcock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doubleblurcock.blogspot.com/feeds/8986141549766546848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4030604905385304782&amp;postID=8986141549766546848' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4030604905385304782/posts/default/8986141549766546848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4030604905385304782/posts/default/8986141549766546848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doubleblurcock.blogspot.com/2010/01/hello.html' title=''/><author><name>perfectly retarded</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09626298013220958077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_leX6koXA474/S10WoNxD6TI/AAAAAAAAAK8/bg7XwbAIDd8/s72-c/heart.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4030604905385304782.post-926397601327347618</id><published>2010-01-24T12:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T13:00:06.118+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i sound like a freaking hobo. like seriously. cos like stupid viral flu. blame my stupid nose la. -.-&lt;br /&gt;like on friday morning my nose was totally screwed up and i had damn bad flu. to the point that i can't breathe. so cheryl lim gave my Breathe Right to use :D hahha. it helped. then the day passed by.. blah blah blah. and had training. still had a little flu but i was feeling okay. then halfway through training i felt like damn hot. like feverish. but i totally ignored it. cos of the flu that's why. so yeah. then like until nearing the end of training when i felt like shit. i really couldn't go on anymore, i told ms tay that i felt feverish and stuff. took my temperature and like it was 38. so high. changed and stayed back for awhile more and watched them keep stuff, cheered with c div. then went home.waited damn long for a cab at caltex with cheryl. got damn pissed plus i was sick. called my dad to fetch me. he cannot. wtf. then i started crying like some baby. in the end got a cab. thanks to cheryl :) love her loads. then went home drag drag drag. until like 8 plus before going to the doctor.by then, my temperature was like 39.4 doctor said it was viral flu. then went home. cried again cos i really really felt like i was dying. i mean like, 39 degrees. i was freaking burning. the whole of yesterday was hell. whole day, morning and night i was burning. temperature ranging from 39-40. i could have died. forty ley. my brain could have melted.but it didn't. this morning my fever finally subsided to 37 like that. but it's only temporary.still gotta eat my medicine and stuff. and now i've got this really bad sore throat. and my voice is like damn hobo-licious. i can barely talk loudly. i don't know if i'll even go to school tomorrow. shit. plus i cannot get the stupid biological molecules shit to work on elearning. wtf. what kind of week is this. anyways, just hope i didn't kill any of my brain cells during my super high fever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4030604905385304782-926397601327347618?l=doubleblurcock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doubleblurcock.blogspot.com/feeds/926397601327347618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4030604905385304782&amp;postID=926397601327347618' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4030604905385304782/posts/default/926397601327347618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4030604905385304782/posts/default/926397601327347618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doubleblurcock.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-sound-like-freaking-hobo.html' title=''/><author><name>perfectly retarded</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09626298013220958077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4030604905385304782.post-1207119623506680993</id><published>2010-01-21T22:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T22:50:35.794+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>gah. my blog is DEAD man. i'm MIA-ing cos like busy schedule people.. plus nobody ever visits this blog. so i don't really bother to blog much. unless i'm free. like now :) let's talk about. something. garfw. these few days {today} i've been going through some rough times with dah. like we don't usually quarrel that much but today i was really pissed off. cos mrs hoy confiscated cheryl's ball. then like we both kenna. wtf la. then i tell sayhindah then she say we deserve it and it's our fault. i mean like even though it's damn obvious that it's my fault and stuff, she shouldn't put me down like that right. like at least support me in some way. SOME WAY. any way also can. but like she didn't so i was pissed. yeah. but after that i didn't think about it so like. it was okay. and we kinda made up during cool down. like yeah. hugs and stuff. training was good today. cos we didn't do alot of tiring stuff except like the short balls which i almost died from. and nicole suddenly couldn't breathe and that was SCARY. seriously. then we did some batting. and it rained. and we did physical/gym. rolly polley, benches and some kind of sit ups. and lastly, my favourite, the side ways-ups. like building muscles on the sides. cool right :D ahha. the last few minutes of training was also fun. did the bounce thing and like we started playing after that and i got screamed at. :( just cos like jiao lian knows stuff. bleh. and since when does she even drive?! i was totally shocked. and yeah. wtv. kay. the end!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4030604905385304782-1207119623506680993?l=doubleblurcock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doubleblurcock.blogspot.com/feeds/1207119623506680993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4030604905385304782&amp;postID=1207119623506680993' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4030604905385304782/posts/default/1207119623506680993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4030604905385304782/posts/default/1207119623506680993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doubleblurcock.blogspot.com/2010/01/gah_21.html' title=''/><author><name>perfectly retarded</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09626298013220958077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4030604905385304782.post-1116330678647425837</id><published>2010-01-16T19:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T19:58:35.689+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>gah. these few days are damn hectic and there is absoloutely no time to blog. blehs. anyways, today was cca promotion day. super awesome :D {cries} i was the screamer/promoter that walks around screaming "join softball!!!" cool uh. :) i think i'm going to lose my voice tmr. cos i screamed like the world was ending today :) awesomes. :D hahahha. and i screamed alot during previous trianings. gosh, headache nowww. blehs. and i think alot of people are going to join cos like we attracted many people and made them have fun. how weird. MADE them have FUN. like they're so not sporting. all refuse to even try. :( whatevers. still, i was hyper like shit and stuff so i like screamed and pulled people and sweet talk them :DD hahaha. today, nat ong got hit by the ball like twice. ouch. she cried. TWICE. like not her day la.. and my finger got steped on by rachel tang today, hahah. during leap frog. haha. we also made this really hilarious game by jumping over hola hoops. hahahha :) great fun. hope i get sexy voice tmr! :D kay bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4030604905385304782-1116330678647425837?l=doubleblurcock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doubleblurcock.blogspot.com/feeds/1116330678647425837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4030604905385304782&amp;postID=1116330678647425837' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4030604905385304782/posts/default/1116330678647425837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4030604905385304782/posts/default/1116330678647425837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doubleblurcock.blogspot.com/2010/01/gah_16.html' title=''/><author><name>perfectly retarded</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09626298013220958077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4030604905385304782.post-190760463893378053</id><published>2010-01-13T17:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T18:02:12.931+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>gah. these few days are just plain awesome/fun :D like everyday comprises of laughter, lame shit talk and also blabbering nonsense :) yay. we've finally decided what to do for cca promotion day. shhh. i ain't telling. hahaha. you'll all see then. if anyone actually reads this half dead blog that is. -.-" anyways, sabrina finally transferred to another class. so so glad :D since she doesn't like us so much, so be it then. {rolls my fabulous eyeballs.} today is like damn WEIRD. that's the only word i can think of to describe today. like firstly, i forgot to bring my name tag and like had tape plastered to my boob area with my name and class on it. plus, i got booked. -.- stupid. the prefect has cock eye. my skirt is like okay and she said it was VERY short. wtf. like her skirt very long like that. blah her. and second thing was that, i {very unexpectedly} got chosen as the vice-chairman of 2e1. WTF?! seriously. i only said that i was okay with being nominated and being an extra person for nominations. i wasn't even thinking about getting voted for and actually be the vice. and now like, i feel weird and totally lost. all i can help dini with is shouting for them to keep quiet. the end. not that much pressure actually right. but like it really feels weird to talk to the class as a WHOLE and like talk to them. it's damn weird. okay, moving on. after school went out with syahindah and they all to mp library to like meet/study with sharizal. and like his voice doesn't suit his physical appearance, gosh. sayhindah and sharizal went off soon after and we all left to go parkway to eat at macs. saw some people i kinda know. blah. couldn't even finish my mac spicy. so full D: then went off with aishah . we talked about stuffz and like yeah. on the bus, there was this really gross uncle sitting behind me and aishah that kept burping/snoring i dunno what! he was doing. it's damn loud and gross sounding and like i really couldn't help laughing out loud. ahha. so ended up me and aishah kept laughing ang laughing until we got headache. it's funny at first but then now it's gross. urgh. bused home then here i am now! :D blehs. tmr have training and the day after that too. and the day after THAT. how awesome. i need to exercise la. i feel so unfit already. blahhhhhh. okay, whatever. kaybye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4030604905385304782-190760463893378053?l=doubleblurcock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doubleblurcock.blogspot.com/feeds/190760463893378053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4030604905385304782&amp;postID=190760463893378053' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4030604905385304782/posts/default/190760463893378053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4030604905385304782/posts/default/190760463893378053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doubleblurcock.blogspot.com/2010/01/gah_13.html' title=''/><author><name>perfectly retarded</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09626298013220958077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4030604905385304782.post-4298451272536994811</id><published>2010-01-11T20:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T20:29:18.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>gah. totally not happy now. stupid training days. i can't send mew off cos we have training that day. wtf la. OMH. MEW. going to new Zealand. :(( i'll miss her like siaos. D:&lt;       &lt;br /&gt;&lt;big&gt;"milkshake monday"&lt;/big&gt; hahah, muttons. whatevers. moving on, today totally slacked during music. cos mrs hoy went MIA so we like totally slacked in class. ma and dah ate cereal and played tick tac toe on her itouch. :D but then anisah made a compromise with us to either eat and keep itouch or nothing. what a good deal la. -.- recess was the BEST. hahahs. really really. me, dini, syahindah, rachel and mew were like playing and stuff. ahahahs. then we grouped into pairs and did a piggy back race :D dini always won. BLAH. we've got the video and pictures. :D on facebook, probably. gah.. gonna miss mew like madness. :( the history teacher is totally sucky la. like 5 min late only then want to scold us. bloody hell. last year me and dah were like 20mins late for science :D and we got off the hook. hahaha. PRO-NESS! then blahed through the rest of the lessons. finally, school ended! wakaka. then ate ate ate laugh laugh. nature and natalie came up with this plan to go to the BLG concert. ahhas. we go after training, without bathing and like we stink like hell and we all stand in this small circle and lift up our hands. the whole audience will just die man. ahahhas :D diffusion. and we'll get this awesome award from the government saying "awarded to ___ for implying science into everyday lives."and below that are these really HUGE golden words "GOLDEN AWARD" lols. spastic sia. lols. laughed like mad cow at this lame conversation. hahah :) then trained. woohoo. so many people came for try outs. :D like WOAH. i didn't get to help though. garh. trained normally and did some gym. this sec1 was freaking awesome. like really really awesome. ahhaha. gosh, maybe {JUST MAYBE} the sec1 will be better than us next year. NOOOO. this cannot happen and will never happen. bluehs. i lovedie the sec1 accepted softballers. cos they are almost-to-be softballers :D hahah. okay, lame. blah, these few days are fun ass. love these days. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"do you smoke?"&lt;/i&gt; wtf what kind of question is that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4030604905385304782-4298451272536994811?l=doubleblurcock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doubleblurcock.blogspot.com/feeds/4298451272536994811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4030604905385304782&amp;postID=4298451272536994811' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4030604905385304782/posts/default/4298451272536994811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4030604905385304782/posts/default/4298451272536994811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doubleblurcock.blogspot.com/2010/01/gah.html' title=''/><author><name>perfectly retarded</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09626298013220958077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4030604905385304782.post-7233208349001867939</id><published>2010-01-09T19:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T19:28:27.209+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_leX6koXA474/S0hl0IGx-tI/AAAAAAAAAKs/-93SNJd8cRw/s1600-h/watermelon..jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 147px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424697697371290322" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_leX6koXA474/S0hl0IGx-tI/AAAAAAAAAKs/-93SNJd8cRw/s200/watermelon..jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; hey ya'll. edith's back to rock this blog. urgh. nobody's tagging and i so i've decided to change my blogskin :) cos like i got tired of the other one. too pink. {shivers} now , it's so plain and white and amazingly awesome :D anyways, school's started and like. it's great so far :) cos for one, i got to sit beside dah during lessons and we can talk to our hearts content :) and cos obviously, we're seniors. {small distant cheering} blehs. gotta study like 24/7 though. -.- that's the only drawback. studying is so overrated but then i have to do it. well, who cares? anyways, like me and dah have been laughing and having minature debates over every single small and weird matter. like over tick tak toe and about science stuff or math. wow. that's like uber weird. hahas. and i've realised that i'm starting to talk damn loudly/shout/scream when i get excited over one conversation topic. is that bad or good? dunno. bleh, my mortal (s) are awesome cool-shits. one of them is super enthu and nice and the other knows how to fold a paper into the shape of a strawberry. hahaha! but i prefer the enthu one though :) i guess i have good taste in people :} gawd, now there's this stupid last minute dinner at tampines mall. -.- and i have to walk all the way there. blah-shits. btw, i just heart my mortals. :) they're so freaking awesome. just like me. :) kays, whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;if you don't shutup, i'll pull out your panties.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4030604905385304782-7233208349001867939?l=doubleblurcock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doubleblurcock.blogspot.com/feeds/7233208349001867939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4030604905385304782&amp;postID=7233208349001867939' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4030604905385304782/posts/default/7233208349001867939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4030604905385304782/posts/default/7233208349001867939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doubleblurcock.blogspot.com/2010/01/hey-yall.html' title=''/><author><name>perfectly retarded</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09626298013220958077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_leX6koXA474/S0hl0IGx-tI/AAAAAAAAAKs/-93SNJd8cRw/s72-c/watermelon..jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4030604905385304782.post-4365639603167254800</id><published>2010-01-05T18:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T18:32:07.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>RAWR!&lt;br /&gt;today's class party was friggin awesome :D at first, it was kinda lame. but then after that we all played really awesome games and it was AWESOME. we ate and stuffz, then played double wacko. normal-ish. i guess. next we played shockwave murderer. it's actually fun cos the two murderers won and the detectives suck. :) savannah is mad to squeeze so many times. hahas. we played a few rounds of that. then we got bored. they wanted to play dare or double dare. but then everyone else was like "ergh...."so we all were like unhappy. then mrs hoy suggested we play the carrot game. it is super uber fun. :DD like the whole group of people have to tangle themselves up and the "farmers" have to pull all of them out. hahahs. SUPER VIOLENT=major rawr-age. we played two rounds of that. i got seriously injured and almost undressed. my butt was exposed and my shirt was like being pulled up. lols. ew. but super violent and super fun. ((: we played mrt game after that but it's the name version. some people really don't know that meaning of HIT. lols. they like tapping the person's thighs. where's the fun. -.- wah seh, my thighs were all red and stuff. hahah. i was like screaming all the names. cos it hurts. super fun. argh. normal lessons starts tmr. what a killjoy. bleh. and i need to get my new specs like now. but my mom has the receipt and she's at work=very very far away. damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"sabo angela.'ANGELAAAAAA..!'  (screams)"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4030604905385304782-4365639603167254800?l=doubleblurcock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doubleblurcock.blogspot.com/feeds/4365639603167254800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4030604905385304782&amp;postID=4365639603167254800' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4030604905385304782/posts/default/4365639603167254800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4030604905385304782/posts/default/4365639603167254800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doubleblurcock.blogspot.com/2010/01/rawr-todays-class-party-was-friggin.html' title=''/><author><name>perfectly retarded</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09626298013220958077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4030604905385304782.post-9020372024171141516</id><published>2010-01-04T20:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T20:43:45.724+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_leX6koXA474/S0Hg8oHTYvI/AAAAAAAAAKk/a3YKc2pcXEw/s1600-h/kid-middle-finger.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 147px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422862758495609586" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_leX6koXA474/S0Hg8oHTYvI/AAAAAAAAAKk/a3YKc2pcXEw/s200/kid-middle-finger.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;as shown by this little cute guy, EFF YOU. i dunno who. but just eff off man. i am seriously damn depressed cos of jiao lian. fcuking trianing. spoils my day. -.- i got damn scolded damn painfully for my throwing and batting. like wtf. i am already trying to throw and bat properly. WHATTHEFUCK. all i really want to do now is to point the middle finger at her. telling her, "wtf. LIKE I WAS BORN BEING A NO GUTS SHIT AND LIKE I HAD A CHOICE OVER WHAT KIND OF MOTHER I HAVE. SO SHUT THE HELL UP AND STOP MAKING ME FEEL LIKE FUCK." i felt like shit after training. it really really felt damn. indescribable. all i wanted to do was to sleep and die. she made me sound like i was a loser that doesn't know how to do things properly. i keep back some of my strength is cos when i use too much strength sometimes, everything screws up. and then you'll freaking scold me again. go to hell. i never want to be scolded by you ever again. i never want to get punished again. no matter how hard i try, you'll still put me down. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;today was really fun during school. like the juniors were like uhhh..hmmm.gerhh.. whatever. we finally got to sit in pairs :D yay. i'm sitting all the way in front though , with dah. bleh. gah. the class is still as funny as EVER. omg. i kinda love my class alot. hahas :) the only kill joy part of my day was during training. *points*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' 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retarded</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09626298013220958077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_leX6koXA474/S0Hg8oHTYvI/AAAAAAAAAKk/a3YKc2pcXEw/s72-c/kid-middle-finger.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4030604905385304782.post-9187238380924110100</id><published>2010-01-02T17:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T18:03:57.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i hate my face. like wtf.. what the hell is wrong with it. like it's freaking irritating the hell out of me. that's why i sorta hate a mirror sometimes. my mother was going berserk over my face. saying "why is there so many dots?!". wtf am i supposed to know? it's freaking cos prolonged exposure to the sun without sunblock smeared all over it and not drinking enough water. and also, i don't put moisturiser on it. i mean, it'll just make my skin oily. ewww. anyways, last night's celebration with my mom's side was horrendous. everyone was soooo formal. kinda. like all talking about what is my sister going to do while waiting for her results, talking about like, i dunno, freaking nerd stuff. -.- do you even dare to believe that my 17 year old cousin gels his hair and part it {luckily not center parted,phew} and tucks in his shirt and worst of all, he wears FREAKING CHECKERED BOX SHIRT. the government should ban kids who don't work yet from wearing things like that. come on, you're freaking 17 dude. don't act like you're what, 80? seriously. that was embarrassing. and like most of my other cousins are like freakishly nerdy and suck up and totally act cute. *vomits* major ew-age. like wth. get a life. urgh. i was being tortured there. except this guy cousin. he's really hot. omg. like wow. nat said that crushing on your cousin is gross and weird. but i don't think so. i mean yeah, if he's like old and nerdy. but my cousin is like super cute and hot. he freaking bowls. add on to the cute-o-meter :D hahahs. most guys from SJI are naturally hot and cute i guess. :) victorians are quite and exception. bleh. anyhows, i was freaking bored and tired.dunno why. then my aunty kept forcing me to play wii with them. i was sleeping. like i refused a million times and they call me and my sis anti-social. wtf. like i could give a damn about playing wii with kids. blargh. so like , in the end i just sat on the couch being the grumpy me. ha. nat was like babysitting her little cousins . ahahs. my mom is a total asshole sometimes. like just to show off her superiority to everyone, she scolded me super loudly "stop playing with your phone. do you see anyone here playing with their phone? i'll cancel your line if you exceed your sms."wtf. doesn't mean that my other loser cousins don't have lives and friends, doesn't mean i play with my phone. how do you even play with your phone in the first place?! and like hello, i have socialising to do. so stop threatening me pathetically with the " i'll cancel your line" crap. seriously. even if she does, i can just go shopping the whole day and she can't find out where i am. dumbass. hahah. okay, so bored. chinese tuition sucks. i was like sleeping throughout. blerh.  gosh, school starts like one day later. gah. homework? die.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4030604905385304782-9187238380924110100?l=doubleblurcock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doubleblurcock.blogspot.com/feeds/9187238380924110100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4030604905385304782&amp;postID=9187238380924110100' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4030604905385304782/posts/default/9187238380924110100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4030604905385304782/posts/default/9187238380924110100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doubleblurcock.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-hate-my-face.html' title=''/><author><name>perfectly retarded</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09626298013220958077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4030604905385304782.post-2549897615156725528</id><published>2010-01-01T17:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T17:42:51.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;big&gt; HAPPY NEW YEAR!&lt;/big&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whatever people. i know that's damn slow but i don't care. lols. training yesterday. uber tired out. sigh~ angelynn got alot of presents from the sec1 cos like dunno who else to give to so just give her. ahhaha. and me and cheryl dropped her eraser ball into the drain. :DDDD bleh. nothing much though. then sleepp. I ACTUALLY DID HOMEWORK YESTERDAY. hahha. but still have lots to go. :(( anyways, going out soon, to celebrate new years with my mother's side. bleh. boring. -.-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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hilarious. okay, anyways, today was kinda of a faggot day. cos the thing that i feared most came true. i got changed to outfield. damn. but i don't feel sad or anything. i'm totally numb. faggot. stupid la. even medha got praised AGAIN. wtf is wrong with the world. like. wtf she's damn faking everything and like so damn act. and people {jiao lian} ahem, BELIEVE her. i cannot believe this. what faggot shit is this. she''s a freaking old fag. medha i mean. i hate her. like she's damn act shit faggot asshole, and she gets to play infield. this is unfairness shit. wth. like i don't even give a damn that she's fat or whatever. but she cannot even throw properly. and jiao lian still say she's good. W.T.F this world is totally a faggot pile of faggot shit. argh. my middle finger hurts like siao. my thumb can't bend cos i taped it. hahas. :D i just realise that catching those fly balls is really fun. when i get it that is. lols. apparently, some faggot ass just keeps sticking to us. and like really pisses me off. like. GET A LIFE DUDE. stop ""socialising"" with people that don't even like you. faggot. yeah, nothing much really happened today. just that me and nat got kinda outed by jiao lian. -.- don't know what's her problem. like make us do toss batting with seniors while others field. blah. then keep making us shift the stupid fence. wtf. then called me and nat to go to her. then ask us to do tube batting {inverted commas} then stupid faggot girl came and spoiled our routine. it's like me and nat did twice as fast before she came and we did like so many sets. faggot girl spoils everything. then like i got called in to do batting. nat awhile later. but we didn't even get to bat. wtf. in the end was asked to go do some outfielding. i was like "what? outfield?" then like whatever la just go catch. i missed like all the balls except one that i awesomely caught :D then went in cos mdm khoo go ring this stpid irritating siren that sounded like an ambulance and asked us {all softballers} to go indoors. wtf. IT WASN'T EVEN RAINING. then went in to do some indoor ball shit. faggot. then i keep missing then keep getting ticked off by jiao lian. then like we did some stupid practice. bleh. this is why today was so FAGGOT. faggot girl even followed us all the way to caltex to like i dunno what. but we stayed inside until she left. ha. faggot!&lt;br /&gt;faggot is such a nice word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4030604905385304782-3783282050278994096?l=doubleblurcock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doubleblurcock.blogspot.com/feeds/3783282050278994096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4030604905385304782&amp;postID=3783282050278994096' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4030604905385304782/posts/default/3783282050278994096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4030604905385304782/posts/default/3783282050278994096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doubleblurcock.blogspot.com/2009/12/lols-this-picture-is-really-spastic.html' title=''/><author><name>perfectly retarded</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09626298013220958077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_leX6koXA474/SznwPfTp5OI/AAAAAAAAAKc/j9U_ZCi_z0s/s72-c/doggy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4030604905385304782.post-3890266375784382450</id><published>2009-12-28T20:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T20:57:02.548+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh gawd, my hand hurts. dunno why. :(( today's training was okay :D although i got another blister on my thumb. gah. we did throwing today. lols. then jiao lian asked me and some others to practise throwing to the net. lols. then first few balls i no energy. kenna punished to sprint one round. gah. after that i threw like really really hard with my hand. and it was accurate :D yay! after awhile like i don't even know what i did wrong and i kenna punished. again. blah. after that most of the throws were good :DD then did batting. did some toss ups and we learnt how to toss like "pitching toss like thingy". bleh . i don't know what i saying. hahas. anyways, yeah, my tossing is like weird and stuff. and i batted balls tossed by nic :D gah. i feel really self-achieved today. (: cos i batted a few outfield balls. ohyeah! :DDDD super happy. and i didn't get scolded for batting. (: then we did some physical like the knee thing. kinda fun when you get used to the bouncing :) after training, went to caltex to chill and relax. talked alot of rubbish about singapore idol and American idol and adam lambert. hahahs. sent rach off to the bus stop and continued talking after that. bused home with nat and shin yi. ahahhas. there was this moment at caltex when like i accidentally poked my wound and i screamed and the car honked at the same time. lols. so coincidental.  (: then natalie was like shocked. o,o then cheryl was like super blur. didn't know what happening cos everyone talking at the same time. then i was like "i screamed and the car honked and she's going off."lols. natalie was like laughing like mad at that. lols? hahahs. lots of retarded and funny things happened today :D like for instance, me and nat used coffee stirrers to chop the burger into half and mine broke into half and got lost inside the burger. hahaha. it was gruesome o.o hahah. but super funny. hahahhahahahah. i even took a picture of the stick sticking out of the burger but i lazy post. bleh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4030604905385304782-3890266375784382450?l=doubleblurcock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doubleblurcock.blogspot.com/feeds/3890266375784382450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4030604905385304782&amp;postID=3890266375784382450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4030604905385304782/posts/default/3890266375784382450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4030604905385304782/posts/default/3890266375784382450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doubleblurcock.blogspot.com/2009/12/oh-gawd-my-hand-hurts.html' title=''/><author><name>perfectly retarded</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09626298013220958077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4030604905385304782.post-5281591158929803738</id><published>2009-12-27T20:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T20:12:51.961+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_leX6koXA474/SzdPNg_LmqI/AAAAAAAAAKU/x6IEswcl7sk/s1600-h/funny+sticker.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 160px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 160px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419887770175511202" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_leX6koXA474/SzdPNg_LmqI/AAAAAAAAAKU/x6IEswcl7sk/s200/funny+sticker.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_leX6koXA474/SzdOoNgEHbI/AAAAAAAAAKM/e7QMiLC2BbM/s1600-h/giraffe.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 1px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 1px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419887129289563570" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_leX6koXA474/SzdOoNgEHbI/AAAAAAAAAKM/e7QMiLC2BbM/s200/giraffe.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;woah, today was like nothing. total slackish. hahas. :) yesterday i was like really really emotional and stuff. thanks to angela, she cheered my up lots :D she's a really good counselor. wow. never thought i'll say that but it's true :D thanks man. {happy sigh} now, i've got something to aim for during training-must be happy. hahaha. can't stress. if not i'll just screw up :D okay, so from now onwards, i'll be super cheerful. seriously. no more overly seriousness and weirding out when i'm stressed out. bleh. hahahs. no more emotional shit unless, really needed. okay, so yeah. i'm probably not going to get my iphone {damnit} but i'm going to ask again. idc, but that phone will be mine, period. anyways, tmr have training so i'm going to like. not stress out by eating ice cream :D peace out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4030604905385304782-5281591158929803738?l=doubleblurcock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doubleblurcock.blogspot.com/feeds/5281591158929803738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4030604905385304782&amp;postID=5281591158929803738' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4030604905385304782/posts/default/5281591158929803738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4030604905385304782/posts/default/5281591158929803738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doubleblurcock.blogspot.com/2009/12/woah-today-was-like-nothing.html' title=''/><author><name>perfectly retarded</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09626298013220958077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_leX6koXA474/SzdPNg_LmqI/AAAAAAAAAKU/x6IEswcl7sk/s72-c/funny+sticker.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4030604905385304782.post-6973750908928006244</id><published>2009-12-26T16:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-26T17:00:18.212+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_leX6koXA474/SzXQVYAWS8I/AAAAAAAAAKE/1o9N93nNcjQ/s1600-h/funny_signs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 180px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 156px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419466792250002370" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_leX6koXA474/SzXQVYAWS8I/AAAAAAAAAKE/1o9N93nNcjQ/s200/funny_signs.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_leX6koXA474/SzXQVIcvyrI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/healOpLw1ro/s1600-h/funny+sign.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 186px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 159px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419466788074146482" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_leX6koXA474/SzXQVIcvyrI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/healOpLw1ro/s200/funny+sign.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;found these 2 really funny pictures on photobucket. ahhs. christmas kinda sucks. cos i got this really retarded facial sauna from someone in the gift exchange -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4030604905385304782-6973750908928006244?l=doubleblurcock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doubleblurcock.blogspot.com/feeds/6973750908928006244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4030604905385304782&amp;postID=6973750908928006244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4030604905385304782/posts/default/6973750908928006244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4030604905385304782/posts/default/6973750908928006244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doubleblurcock.blogspot.com/2009/12/found-these-2-really-funny-pictures-on.html' title=''/><author><name>perfectly retarded</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09626298013220958077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_leX6koXA474/SzXQVYAWS8I/AAAAAAAAAKE/1o9N93nNcjQ/s72-c/funny_signs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4030604905385304782.post-8569230258020262022</id><published>2009-12-26T16:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-26T16:22:28.089+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>if you all ever want to live a happy life without worries, stop making my life feel like shit. and stop being such assholes. or i'll flash the finger. now get lost.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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retarded</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09626298013220958077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4030604905385304782.post-8295750951776105950</id><published>2009-12-26T15:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-26T15:50:20.611+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>this post is dedicated to outfielders and syahindah.&lt;br /&gt;okay, i know that i've not really thought about how you all feel and just go off saying stuff like that in my previous previous post. i'm sorry for that. cos i know how all of you do your best and really train hard.&lt;br /&gt;this part is really for syahindah and rachel.&lt;br /&gt;okay, i know you both think that i'm a total asshole to not think about your feelings and just say stuff like that. but, just do me a favour, and put yourselves in my shoes for a moment. think about it. you've heard my really pathetic story about my primary school life. and how i want to change and be different so badly in secondary school that i totally just change who i am. i'm not who i really am. i've been faking so much that, i don't actually know who i really am anymore. but softball is one part of me that i've never uncovered before. ever since i joined softball in the beginning of sec1, i've slowly came to realise how much i liked it. how much this sport means to me. and how much i will sacrifice for it. that's why ever since we all started training, i've been really putting in my best. trying my best. really training hard. because i wanted to show everyone else that i am capable of doing something special and am able to do something. something at all. i never did accomplish anything great or even good in my life. i want to do something for myself this once. i've been training so hard for the past few months just to get into infield, just to prove that i can be good at something. i really want this. that's why i aimed to get a chance to play in the nationals this year. i've tired playing outfield in this year's c div nationals. after i accomplished that, i aimed some more. i aimed to get into the infield for the school team. i worked twice as hard as anybody. you all didn't know cos i don't actually show or tell people how hard i work. i practise everyday at home. for hours. i trained till my hand now has a permanent injury. you all don't know how much effort i've put in. i get stress from my family and stress from training. i get stress from everywhere. i've put in so much effort to just get into infield. and now i've made it. staying in infield is way harder than getting into infield. all i want now is to be able to prove myself and get to play as third base for nationals. that's all i'm asking for. it's all so close yet it's so fragile. so easily taken away from me. it's already on the verge of escaping from my grasp. can you just understand or try understanding how i feel now? the anguish? {big words, i know} can you just feel how damn sad i am? training so hard just to do something for myself then losing it all just so easily. day by day, i get more crushed by the feeling. hearing you all telling me, that i can do it, doesn't seem to help. and getting more and more pressure from my family is worse. that's why i cannot afford to lose my chances given to me and just give up now. this is my dream, you can't take it away from me. even though how you feel about what i say about outfield. it's not a bad thing. but this is my DREAM. don't you get it? a dream. a dream that has to be fulfilled by my sheer hardwork and effort. with some kind of luck and miracle. this is my dream.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4030604905385304782-8295750951776105950?l=doubleblurcock.blogspot.com' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4030604905385304782.post-7341756421593882973</id><published>2009-12-24T16:02:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T16:16:01.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;big&gt;MERRY ADVANCED CHRISTMAS!&lt;/big&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YEAR 2009.&lt;br /&gt;"thanks all those people who made a difference in my life this year"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today's training was kinda slack. since we only had like 2 hours of training and the other 2 hours was mental talk, jiao lian made us do weights throughout. omg. she's mad, made us do like 7.5kg on each side and 5kg for some too. i think she thinks i'm too weak or something cos she made me do extra. others do only 8 times, i do 10. wth. those weights were really really HEAVY. god.. after weights had the mental talk. was boring as usual but then jacq made this video of the c'div, over a period of our short 6 sessions together. hahahs. there was this part where we tried out our cheer for the first time, really really sucky. we kept redoing and redoing like 7 times till we got our final cheer. the awesome bumble bees. :D you may think that that's a dumb name but there's alot of meaning to it. so don't laugh at our team name or i'll chop your ass off. promise i will {can't swear}. i laughed at most of the spastic photos of everyone. lols. uber funny. shin yi gave out brownies at the end. omg, they taste damn awesome. but it's like a half between cake and brownie. if it were more fudgy and with vanilla ice cream, gawd, that would be heaven! anyways, on the way to the store room, jiao lian shouted for me like mad. had to walk across this really wet, gross and muddy mini field to her. and i tried not to get any mud or water in my shoes. {syahindah's} then she shouted at me to run. wtf. in the end my shoes are all wet and gross. she called me just to ask, who's getting the keys. wtf. i was pissed man. while we waited for rachel and natalie to come with the keys, we saw this sec1 girl and like she walked past us and i was like "join softball hor". lols. then everyone was like "wth!". i promoting softball neh. hmph. :( then went to caltex and ate and talked and stuff with cheryl, nat and shin yi. talked for like super long, didn't even realise that. gosh. then bused back with nat and shin yi. talked so much that now i'm so tired. :( just had lunch, so tired. want to sleep. urgh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;omg, we're seniors!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4030604905385304782-7341756421593882973?l=doubleblurcock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doubleblurcock.blogspot.com/feeds/7341756421593882973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4030604905385304782.post-7490397082054339545</id><published>2009-12-23T11:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T11:30:50.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ohmygah. 2 freaking days of horrendous training. bloody hell. i just want to kill/die/slap/puke on/fart at/shit on someone right now. i'm so damn bloody.. i don't know what. seriously. i just feel damn fcuked right now.. erghhhhshshshhaa. fcuk. { "fcuk"is not a swear word. fuck is not even spelt like that. boob.} anyways, yeah, training officially sucks BIG time. i hate training. i hate it. i hate it. i hate it. stupid cz keeps freaking scolding me for everything. like my throwing right, i know i'm freaking shit at long dist throwing, but then at least now during practices, the bloody ball reaches! and she still keep scolding me for my movements. fcuk. all i want is the fcuking ball to reach. i couldn't care less about the stupid movements. not until later. then she got damn pissed at me and my horrendous throws, and punished me by making me throw 100 fcuking balls with all my might across the field. #$%#^#^#@#. worst thing is, those balls don't even reach the end of the field. just 3/4 then rolls all the way there. hoe fcuking pathetic. i am so damn pissed now. i mean i know that i can throw well and stuff.  know i can do it but then i just don't know why the energy just doesn't come to me when throwing and ends up like shit. ERGH! what the hell is wrong with me. i seriously just don't know. i want to die sometimes. cos i feel like a fcukload of shit. cz is right, everyone in the team had improved alot and i'm the only asshole getting worse every training. even medha is better at throwing than me. and she's my fcuking competitor for third base. do you all know how much hardwork i put in in the beginning of the year cos i really wanted to get into the school's team and get into infield? do you? i trained my best every training and gave my all. for the first half of the year. i really did. and now, i'm risking my place in infield to some one who probably doesn't even come for 3/4 of training and is always late with stupid excuses. someone who probably doesn't even care about softball as much as i do and doesn't give her best at all. you should know who. i'm fcukin surprised at myself. why have i become such a useless bum?! i wasted my first half of the year's efforts , working so hard. and now it's the critical time for me to prove that i really can be infield. and i'm risking all my efforts, time during training and energy. and to those really nice people/friends that tell me "it's okay, just do my best, don't worry she can't replace you in third base", well it's not okay. i don't know what's wrong with me. saying it is a million times easier than doing it . it really is. you all don't know how difficult it is for me to my very best if i don't even trust myself to do it. i always get scolded picked on and punished by cz. it really demoralises me. i can't find a way to be confident. how to when i'm always the one picked on, screamed at and also, singled out every training? even medha is getting praises. i cannot believe this. i'm already trying my best. but maybe not enough i guess. i've put in so much effort this year. i can't believe that i'm betraying myself like this. it's just so not fair.  maybe it's just me after all, maybe, i'm not fit to be put infield. but i will not give up until i am given my place/ position in the team. {meaning infield} even if i really am kicked to outfield, i will do my best and get back into infield. no matter what it takes. i will do it. i am going to show everybody that i can be a good softballer and nothing is impossible for me. i've come this far, why give it all up now?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4030604905385304782-7490397082054339545?l=doubleblurcock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doubleblurcock.blogspot.com/feeds/7490397082054339545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4030604905385304782&amp;postID=7490397082054339545' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4030604905385304782/posts/default/7490397082054339545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4030604905385304782/posts/default/7490397082054339545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doubleblurcock.blogspot.com/2009/12/ohmygah.html' title=''/><author><name>perfectly retarded</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09626298013220958077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4030604905385304782.post-2478850633369846545</id><published>2009-12-21T22:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T22:22:59.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okay, so today's training was like the worst training ever. although i did not cry. {omg, i can't freaking type properly cos of the new computer -.-} erghh. having headache now, that really sucks and like i almost fainted during training. alot of people said that my face was damn pale and lips especially. god, that was scary. then i was suddenly overwhelmed by the stupid light thingy and i couldn't see. -.- how lame is that. anyways, then i kenna scolded from jiao lian like for throwing, for batting. practically everything. wtf. used to it already, since it happens all the time. she damn mean la, know that i not feeling well still make me do punishment. stupid . after training, went to caltex and bought stuff to drink. there was this really disgusting thing in my fuji apple drink. i was still drinking unconsciously. god. gross. then took 31 back with nat and shin yi. rant alot and talk. i still vaguely remember rachel, nat, shin yi, cheryl and me decided to set up this all rounded beauty parlour. like it has everything, from facials to plastic surgery. and they made up this really cool profession for me . :) they made me the hair stylist. the new generation stylist, that shaves people's heads bald and help them put nice smelling lotion on their bald heads to make them shine and smell nice.what an awesome job.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4030604905385304782-2478850633369846545?l=doubleblurcock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doubleblurcock.blogspot.com/feeds/2478850633369846545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4030604905385304782&amp;postID=2478850633369846545' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4030604905385304782/posts/default/2478850633369846545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4030604905385304782/posts/default/2478850633369846545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doubleblurcock.blogspot.com/2009/12/okay-so-todays-training-was-like-worst.html' title=''/><author><name>perfectly retarded</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09626298013220958077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4030604905385304782.post-7820026150403326652</id><published>2009-12-21T11:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T11:56:22.895+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i just realised that my blog is so boring cos there's no photos. ahhahs. too bad man. i rarely take pics and even if i do, it'll be on fb. :) omg, training starts in like 2 hours and i'm at home, blogging. -.- argh. supposed to go for lunch with peeps today, but my mother don't allow. wtf. get a life la. always butting into mine -.-" arghhhh. most of us {peeps} are planning to skip training on thurs cos we have celebrations on and stuff. but coincidentally, jacq's talk is on that day too :D {this is not a conspiracy} trust me, it's not. anyways, three consecutive trainings for me too :( cos gotta make up on wednesday. i hope today's training will be good. meaning no scoldings no screaming no stressing out and most importantly, NO CRYING. i don't even know why i cry so much. ~.~ okay, gonna actually wash up for real this time and get dressed. god.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4030604905385304782-7820026150403326652?l=doubleblurcock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doubleblurcock.blogspot.com/feeds/7820026150403326652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4030604905385304782&amp;postID=7820026150403326652' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4030604905385304782/posts/default/7820026150403326652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4030604905385304782/posts/default/7820026150403326652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doubleblurcock.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-just-realised-that-my-blog-is-so.html' title=''/><author><name>perfectly retarded</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09626298013220958077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4030604905385304782.post-3281331688842712139</id><published>2009-12-19T21:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-19T21:16:53.405+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;so damn tired. went out today with cheryl and nat to marina square to watch avatar. it's a good show, the effects are good. it's kind of disgusting in some way though. ergh. we reached there around like 11 plus, bought the tickets then walked around. i saw this jansport bag that was damn GORGEOUS but i didn't have enough money to buy. damnit. sigh, so i never buy. then we went to more sport shops to look at visors for nat and cheryl. went to eat at subway, then movie. the movie was so freaking long. 3 hours. omg. my legs were numb after that. then auntie picked me up after movie, sent grandparents home. then went to tampines mall to get my auntie's and grandmother's hair cut. my auntie is almost bald now. o.o then ate at T1, then back home. so damn tired now, my hands hurt from even typing. -.-" maybe doing some homework later, i don't know.. i've got alot of things to do.. :( tomorrow is the last day of freedom and then it's back to training. D; that sucks. aww well, whatevers. kay bye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4030604905385304782-3281331688842712139?l=doubleblurcock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doubleblurcock.blogspot.com/feeds/3281331688842712139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4030604905385304782&amp;postID=3281331688842712139' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4030604905385304782/posts/default/3281331688842712139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4030604905385304782/posts/default/3281331688842712139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doubleblurcock.blogspot.com/2009/12/so-damn-tired.html' title=''/><author><name>perfectly retarded</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09626298013220958077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4030604905385304782.post-1392394613406282716</id><published>2009-12-19T01:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-19T01:30:12.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;woo~ today is so totally crazy. (: first thing is, today i had so x1000000000 much fun doing the tie and dye together with nat, cheryl, rachel, shin yi and NICOLE. hahahs. (: uber loads of fun. we met and stuff, went to get bubble tea cos we were like SOO thirsty.there was this once when almost the whole team went to the "new" bbt shop to buy our drinks, i didn't pay for my drink cos like i forgot and the auntie was so blur as to not even notice. and i got a FREE DRINK! :D how awesome was that. today, i tried doing that again but then i failed cos the stupid auntie counted how many drinks. me and nat like slipped away secretly and quietly hoping that the auntie wouldn't notice. (: in the end, nicole paid for both of us. :( awww, damnit! then we cabbed to joo chiat complex to buy fabric for the tie and dye. we kept waving the stupid taxis but then they don't want to take us. when we finally got a taxi, we were like shouting "wooo!~" super loudly. then driver even asked "why you all so happy?" lols. the auntie at the shop kept talking us in english and stuff and we finally found out that, ... she thought some of us were malay. -.- she thought like some were chinese and were malay, i just love my skin colour :)) hahas. then we went to the coffee shop nearby to have lunch while me and shinyi discussed about our problem with swimming. D: then cabbed back to school and did our tie and dye. the first one was a total disaster. the second one was better but still unacceptable. so i don't know what we're going to do for our art . -.- let nature take its course :D then we played some bases, outfield too. ahhahs. it was so fun, then they tried out pitching. :D my throwing still sucks. whatever. then we rest and went to video world to get some drinks and stuff. i had to go off already cos my auntie and sis picked me up from school and we went to parkway. (: did some shopping and stuffz. then they drove me back to go for tuition. which was UBER boring D: after tuition, me, my sis, auntie and dad went to orchard road to see the christmas lights. it's lame yet fun :) then we went to eat tau huay at some where. the whole place was so damn crowded that we had to eat in the car. then we decided to go to ECP, but then it rained like crap suddenly. damn, so we just went home. :(( i'm so freaking excited now cos tomorrow i'm going out with nat they all to shop, eat and catch a movie :DD ahhahs. can't wait! i hope i don't oversleep tomorrow. :)&lt;br /&gt;{red jazz hands :)) }&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4030604905385304782-1392394613406282716?l=doubleblurcock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doubleblurcock.blogspot.com/feeds/1392394613406282716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4030604905385304782&amp;postID=1392394613406282716' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4030604905385304782/posts/default/1392394613406282716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4030604905385304782/posts/default/1392394613406282716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doubleblurcock.blogspot.com/2009/12/woo-today-is-so-totally-crazy.html' title=''/><author><name>perfectly retarded</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09626298013220958077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4030604905385304782.post-3302439606750260992</id><published>2009-12-18T01:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T01:58:29.507+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;"&gt;this post is specially added on to dedicate to my awesome friends. :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. SYAHINDAH BINTE SUHAIMI- she is like thee most retarded and random person i have ever met. also the craziest thing on earth! cos of that, i love her to bits! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. MUHAMMUD DINI HAZIQAH S.- :))))))) i forgot how to spell the last part of her name :) she's like uber smart and funny. i can always talk to her about ANYTHING. she's just awesome.&lt;br /&gt;i &lt;3 her!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. CHERYL GOH-the weirdest smarty pants ever. emotionally weird and loves to make fun of people {in a nice way}. a good friend that i can always rely on :)) i uber love her &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. NATALIE JAYNE TAN-also a member of a two-person thing called the "tinnies". is a uber fast runner, loves to talk alot. my close close friend :) &lt;3 that girl! she's still texting me at this time of the night ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. NICOLE CHAN- she's uber weird and her brain is totally screwed. one minute she's normal, next, she's sugar high-ing :) my good friend who entertained me when i was having a headache during camp by going "yoga" :) &lt;3 this crazy girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. RACHEL SIM- she's the one that i talk about guys to and other gossipy stuff. i can share my girly side with her. she's really random and funny. :D the one that i'll go to when i'm in need of a girl time . &lt;3 her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. SAVANNAH SIEW-even though she's not a softballer, she's a good friend and is totally friendly and funny. she's good with people and crowds :D &lt;3 her still. she reminds me of me, the lame side that is :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. HAKIM- i dunno why i wrote his name down but i think that he's quite a good person and is the one who always livens up my facebook page by commenting on almost everything and spamming. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. AISHAH!- she's the totally random and funny and weird combo girl. i love her so much! she's so much like me. always having fun, talking crap, laughing :) best girl i've ever known.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps. the number sequence is totally not in order, there is no order. i just like to add in numbers in front :D have fun reading this !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4030604905385304782-3302439606750260992?l=doubleblurcock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doubleblurcock.blogspot.com/feeds/3302439606750260992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4030604905385304782&amp;postID=3302439606750260992' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4030604905385304782/posts/default/3302439606750260992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4030604905385304782/posts/default/3302439606750260992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doubleblurcock.blogspot.com/2009/12/this-post-is-specially-added-on-to.html' title=''/><author><name>perfectly retarded</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09626298013220958077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4030604905385304782.post-7068570757989680578</id><published>2009-12-18T01:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T01:35:48.992+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;i have not posted for 2 days. TWO DAYS. i cannot believe it. maybe it's one. but whatever, i can't remember :) anyways, so yeah, i've been quite busy these few days. i'll be even busier the next few weeks. urgh. i have piles and piles of homework to complete and have trainings to go for. there is no possible way that i have time to chill with my friends. let alone chill just like that. :(( but i'll try my best to hang out more. i feel like a totally no life person cos like i don't really go out much besides training and hanging out with softballers. not that it's not good, but like i don't have much of a social life. o.o i mean, i should have at least some other people from other classes or from class OR from other schools to hang out with right? well, no. no, i don't have. that s-u-c-k-s.  but i can't blame myself cos i chose to take softball as my cca and that requires alot of time and energy. so i basically don't have energy for anything else already. {indifferent face} having such close and &lt;big&gt;&lt;b&gt;awesome&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/b&gt; friends from softball is already good enough for me. and with some other good friends from school and class and outside school yadayada..etc you know what i mean. life is okay for now. all i want is more time to relax, school's just mad to give us a CA in the first week of school. luckily it's only math and not other subjects as well. or i'll sue tkgs. sigh, i guess most students from more highly regarded schools are undergoing the same amount of pressure as me or more. oh wells, singapore is mad anyways. education is important, yes, but not to the extent that some students go mad from the stress. come on, we're KIDS. we're supposed to have fun. for example, this holiday is by far the least relaxing. i don't even get to rest {only 2 weeks}. it's like training everyday. oh gosh. how damn frustrating. that one has to study for a test during holiday. this is so unfair. i so wanna protest against this unfairness. next year is so important to me and other people too, it's streaming year. ERGH. have to study uber hard so that i can get into triple science class. {dead face} gotta start preparing now and START STUDYING. god, i have not been studying, at all. tomorrow going back to school to do tie-and-dye art homework with nat, cheryl and nic. it's so troublesome, but fun :) and have to chiong homework, last minute shit again. -.- and also train the last 2 weeks of holiday. i think i'll get sunburn during christmas. oh well. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps. i watched "princess and the frog" today. i was freaking embarrassed to find out when the show ended that, the whole cinema was filled with small children. i was DAMN EMBARRASSED. ohgawd.&lt;br /&gt;pss. i am so close yet so far from my new iphone. &lt;i&gt;come iphone, come to me~COME LA!&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4030604905385304782-7068570757989680578?l=doubleblurcock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doubleblurcock.blogspot.com/feeds/7068570757989680578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4030604905385304782&amp;postID=7068570757989680578' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4030604905385304782/posts/default/7068570757989680578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4030604905385304782/posts/default/7068570757989680578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doubleblurcock.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-have-not-posted-for-2-days.html' title=''/><author><name>perfectly retarded</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09626298013220958077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4030604905385304782.post-1901769252903702634</id><published>2009-12-15T20:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T20:23:55.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;oh gosh, i can't believe that i was away from the Internet world for so long. D; i miss it soo much! muacks my darling blog!! anyways, HK was boring. not that fun at all, or even fun at all. -,- the first day was the worst cos the stupid agency screwed up and didn't book our hotel rooms. we had to wait damn long until my mom got seriously pissed and scolded the hotel manager. real bad. hahas. and we got 2 deluxe suites to stay for the night :D hahahs. ohyeah! second day was to macau. IT WAS A TOTALLY WASTE OF MY TIME. the ferry ride was damn long, like one hour plus. and like there is &lt;big&gt; nothing &lt;/big&gt; at macau. i couldn't even get into the casinos. :( third day was shopping. bought some stuffs but not alot, that sucks cos it's only 4 days. and we didn't do much shopping D: fourth day was just going back to singapore. during the holiday, i've been sleeping alot. cos there is nothing much to do and i was tired. i sleep at around 12+ and later and wake up at 7.30 every morning. it's super tiring. hahahs. so i spent almost the whole of today sleeping :D hahahashs. i still don't feel energised. bummerz. oh gawd, my sister's gay friend and another friend is coming to our house tomorrow to learn to play the PIANO. wth. with me there sleeping super unglam-ly on the bed. whoopies! how awesome is that? hahahs. i'm in for a super happy day tomorrow. i reallyreallyreallyreallyreally hope that i can get it tomorrow :DDDDDDD wish me luck! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"drink driving. don't try!"&lt;br /&gt;such a cute quote for a supposedly threatening advice from the government.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4030604905385304782-1901769252903702634?l=doubleblurcock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doubleblurcock.blogspot.com/feeds/1901769252903702634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4030604905385304782&amp;postID=1901769252903702634' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4030604905385304782/posts/default/1901769252903702634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4030604905385304782/posts/default/1901769252903702634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doubleblurcock.blogspot.com/2009/12/oh-gosh-i-cant-believe-that-i-was-away.html' title=''/><author><name>perfectly retarded</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09626298013220958077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4030604905385304782.post-7860599464352207339</id><published>2009-12-10T20:21:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T20:32:30.439+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;i'm back for my second post baby. :D just now i watched this show on HBO, it's called wildcats. no, it's not high school musical's basketball team wildcats. it's this show about a rugby {in american terms, football, i don't know why too. } team that sucked at first but then it became awesome cos they had a new coach. the coach's name was molly, lols. and they showed the exercises that they do for their training. it really reminds me of softball cos we also do the legs thing and alot of sissy yet cool exercises. the good thing about their training was that they have music blasting in the background while we get the blazing hot sun for company. :(( bummerz. and also, these words and phrases have been constantly repeated in the show:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;"suck this you pussy"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;"blahblahblah.. YOUR MOTHER'S A WHORE"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;"blahblahblahblah...and have found two students having intercourse on your sofa."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha. super dirty show but it's nice. awesome game :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;woah, i found lots of photos from the camp. and i was not seen in many :D lols. okay, and i found out SOMETHING. zomg, i never knew that zaza was malay. i always thought that she was chinese. o.o double bummerz. hahas. well, not many people will know that since not many people {or nobody} reads my blog. -.- wooo~ now my nails are silver. how cool is that?! and to rachel, no offence about the nail polish. it's really really nice but then i had to take it off cos of my mom. :(( sorrey. &lt;big&gt;hooray! the pictures are up on fb! :D &lt;/big&gt;. kay, love you all, take care aites? i shall be gone by tomorrow morning. byebye &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4030604905385304782-7860599464352207339?l=doubleblurcock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doubleblurcock.blogspot.com/feeds/7860599464352207339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4030604905385304782&amp;postID=7860599464352207339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4030604905385304782/posts/default/7860599464352207339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4030604905385304782/posts/default/7860599464352207339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doubleblurcock.blogspot.com/2009/12/im-back-for-my-second-post-baby.html' title=''/><author><name>perfectly retarded</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09626298013220958077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4030604905385304782.post-599865489996308283</id><published>2009-12-10T14:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T15:12:47.811+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;BLING BLING.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm so into lady gaga now :D hahahs. influence from rachel . her songs are just dang awesome. &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;big&gt;"we're beautiful and dirty rich."&lt;/big&gt; argh. today is such a letdown-er, there's nothing to do. tomorrow i'll be off to hong kong. awww. i want to cry already. cos i'll miss singapore like mad. the weather especially. tsk tsk tsk. but the weather in hong kong will be so awesome :p i'll camwhore like siao. but then the camera is always with my dad. tupid. -.-" ahh whatevers, i'll enjoy the weather and nothing-to-do-ness. we're going macau. i can't even enter the casinos. what the hell can. i want to go!!! unfair shit-ness. "the girl is a hot as the shoes she choose". i don't really know what lady gaga is even singing in the song fashion. o.o awkward. i'm so changing my playlist already. but then the stupid computer is like DUMB. cos i can't add the songs to my playlist. stupid thing. i want my new laptop !!!! and iphone. i already told my dad that i want an iphone cos it's so freaking cool. and he was like "oh, change your mind already?" cos last time i was totally AGAINST iphone. but now i like it. cannot is it. wa lao just get me my iphone! RAWRRRRR. here are some lame new words i made up:&lt;br /&gt;rawl-a half rawr and half lawl&lt;br /&gt;tootinglicious- something about toot and it being delicious :D&lt;br /&gt;hahahs. i think my nails are the bomb. glitter and blue. super nice. i'm going to repaint them when i get to hong kong. yellow and orange. :D hahas. can't waste my nail polish what. and i don't even care if my mother scolds me "VAIN POT". cos that's part of growing up you bodoh. should i bring my phone to hk? i'm really deciding between "HELL YEAH" and " you'll just end up smsing and wasting money dude". i'll see first. ahahs. cos in a foreign country without a phone is totally crap-shit. and i love my new blog skin. i dunno why but i have this tendency to keep changing my blogskin and typing super long posts :) ah, can't help it. i'm indecisive. BITE ME FOR THAT. bleuh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4030604905385304782-599865489996308283?l=doubleblurcock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doubleblurcock.blogspot.com/feeds/599865489996308283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4030604905385304782&amp;postID=599865489996308283' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4030604905385304782/posts/default/599865489996308283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4030604905385304782/posts/default/599865489996308283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doubleblurcock.blogspot.com/2009/12/bling-bling.html' title=''/><author><name>perfectly retarded</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09626298013220958077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4030604905385304782.post-2938620216854202759</id><published>2009-12-09T22:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T22:38:04.105+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okay, today was like&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt; damn fun :)) i went to rachel's house to do some throwing. i bluffed my parents that i was going there to do cmps. that's so damn crappy. hahahs. anyways, yeah we walked all the way to like the end of the huge canal {spell} at eastwood there :D so far.. we threw, ball fell into mini half-filled-with-disgusting-water drain. me and rachel were like screaming cos once we got the ball out, we were stuck and then the damn ball kept rolling back into the drain. PLOP! it splashed gross drain water at me and her. mostly me though cos i was nearer to it. and we screamed and laughed. ahahs. it was dang hilarious. :D then we threw a little more and gave up, so we sat on the swing instead :) and swang swang swang. super fun.. and we talked alot. and laughed. then decided to go back cos rachel felt like going home. lols. we had tea when we got back. rose tea and sesame biscuits. SUPER nice :D the tea was kinda sour though. ergh. then we retreated back into rachel's room. we decided to paint our finger nails the same. :D and it was like alternated blue and glitter. super nice. then we put on eyeliner. LOL. i was bored. decided to do this really spastic video of us doing this music mv for lady gaga's song. i forgot the title. hahahs. never heard of it before though. and like we laughed like crap. it was really really hilarious. then CAMWHORED. hahas. we took alot of photos man. hope rachel uploads them on fb! can't wait :D and the videos too. ahahhs. coooolll. :))) yeah then i waited for my dad to come, he was sooo late. so ate some food with rachel and her family. o.o really really awkward. lols. rachel's dad says that rachel is the ball during a softball game, cos everyone wants to wack her. LOL. ;D then we watched home alone. rachel's dad is really funny. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dad- "what kind of mother is that?!"&lt;br /&gt;mother on tv-" what kind of mother am i?"&lt;br /&gt;LOL. almost exact. the stupid mother in home alone actually forgot about her son, and jsut left for paris with the rest of the family. HOW STUPID IS THAT. cant balme her actually, she has 15 kids. OMG. such a good mother. then my dad finally came. and i went home! :d hahahs. had dinner at my own home again. ahahs. later going to fetch my sis from her prom. cooll man.. it's near orchard rd there. :D kay ciao !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4030604905385304782-2938620216854202759?l=doubleblurcock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doubleblurcock.blogspot.com/feeds/2938620216854202759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4030604905385304782&amp;postID=2938620216854202759' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4030604905385304782/posts/default/2938620216854202759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4030604905385304782/posts/default/2938620216854202759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doubleblurcock.blogspot.com/2009/12/okay-today-was-like-damn-fun-i-went-to.html' title=''/><author><name>perfectly retarded</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09626298013220958077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4030604905385304782.post-3070963891673449349</id><published>2009-12-08T13:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T13:58:40.399+08:00</updated><title type='text'>how is it possible?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;for once, i'm going to say this out loud. with no censored parts. i'm saying it ALL OUT. I don't care already. joel, YOU GO AND DIE. actually, it's not his fault anyways. partly mine. i have no damn idea what is wrong with me. i mean like i was the one who broke up with him. and now i'm the asshole that can't get over him . WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME. what the hell is.wrong.with.me. ERGH. bloody hell. what, i still have feelings for him?! WHAT BULLSHIT. i don't know already. all i know is that i'm damn sad/angry now. for goodness sake edith! it's already over the between you 2. it's been like a whole year already. GET OVER IT. STOP THINKING ABOUT IT. that's it. i'm going to stay single forever. i don't care what has happened. I'M NOT GETTING INTO ANOTHER RELATIONSHIP EVER AGAIN. I SWEAR. even he got a new girlfriend. gosh, edith, you're lacking behind. whatever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4030604905385304782-3070963891673449349?l=doubleblurcock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doubleblurcock.blogspot.com/feeds/3070963891673449349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4030604905385304782&amp;postID=3070963891673449349' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4030604905385304782/posts/default/3070963891673449349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4030604905385304782/posts/default/3070963891673449349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doubleblurcock.blogspot.com/2009/12/how-is-it-possible.html' title='how is it possible?'/><author><name>perfectly retarded</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09626298013220958077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4030604905385304782.post-5405720718531188847</id><published>2009-12-08T12:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T12:53:31.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'>VIDEO.</title><content type='html'>gosh, you know what? i found this website called redsports {i think you all know about it}. and i searched for TKGS softball. hahas. i found some reports on quite recent games and also on the championships for the year 2007. and i saw the video on parts of the game. it was kelly's and zaza's batch. it is so freaking cool to watch our seniors play against orchid park sec for the championships. here's the link if any interested people want to watch :)))    &lt;a href="http://redsports.sg/redsportstv/"&gt;http://redsports.sg/redsportstv/&lt;/a&gt;  scroll down to episode 7, 18 april. that's the video on the game between tkg and ops. (: it is awesome. btw, there are lots of super spastic snapshots of softballers {from every school playing} too. check it out. ahhahas. SUPER SPASTIC. their faces are like @$@#$%#@%$#%. yeah, not the bad word but the totally indescribable ones. :D hahaha. damn, i lost hakim's blog add. and john's . damnit. everytime i wanna ask hakim for his, he's always busy. -.- so if any one of you is reading this post now, please please please please {!!} tag me your and whoever else's link. thanks a zill.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4030604905385304782-5405720718531188847?l=doubleblurcock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doubleblurcock.blogspot.com/feeds/5405720718531188847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4030604905385304782&amp;postID=5405720718531188847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4030604905385304782/posts/default/5405720718531188847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4030604905385304782/posts/default/5405720718531188847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doubleblurcock.blogspot.com/2009/12/video.html' title='VIDEO.'/><author><name>perfectly retarded</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09626298013220958077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4030604905385304782.post-655047383100919119</id><published>2009-12-07T21:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T21:20:14.174+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sad tragedy.</title><content type='html'>ohkay, so yeah just to let you all know {even if you don't care} ,my phone bill exploded. AGAIN. i'm such a no brainer. like seriously. i think i'm going to be dying from boredom already. cos today my bill came and likei got one helluva scolding from my dad. come on, it's a 200 over dollar bill. who wouldn't snap?! even i will. so like yeah, my parents are probably going to cancel my whole phone line and leave me totally uncontactable without a phone. so i'll be a good girl from now on and NOT waste my text messages and waste money by using my phone to surf the net. i shall not waste money and jeopardise my contactivity with the outside world. i want to kill myself already. my blog's soooo dead, do i really have to actually go to other people's blogs to tag them befrore they tag me? ergh. this is so very troublesome. -.- boy oh boy. what am i to do now. my brain's rotting from watching television the whole day. oh yeah, and i watched this really spastic "music video" on nickelodeon today where they "INDIANISE" the whole spongebob squarepants song. ohmygod. HOLY SHITS MY SISTER CUT BANGS. SHE LOOKS SO DAMN CHEENA.WTF! k bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4030604905385304782-655047383100919119?l=doubleblurcock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doubleblurcock.blogspot.com/feeds/655047383100919119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4030604905385304782&amp;postID=655047383100919119' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4030604905385304782/posts/default/655047383100919119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4030604905385304782/posts/default/655047383100919119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doubleblurcock.blogspot.com/2009/12/sad-tragedy.html' title='sad tragedy.'/><author><name>perfectly retarded</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09626298013220958077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4030604905385304782.post-2777863169878144649</id><published>2009-12-05T23:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T23:39:43.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CAMP.</title><content type='html'>i'm finally back from camp! Omg it sucked. The part where we all had to sleep on freaking uncomfortable beds {the floor with super thin mat} and also with super limited water for bathing. It was damn sickening. First day, nothing much happened we were all so excited that we didn't sleep till like 2 plus. Next day, i was damn exhausted. We trained as usual but like from morning to night. It was tiring. we had this team talk where almost everyone shared stories and cried. It was so very emotional :( :) second day was super tiring did both physical and gym. Was totally exhausted crashed straight away, had a little bad headache too. Blame diving, my boobs hurt. D: and the last day of training was the slackest :) we did a little game with seniors and lots of sliding. I was a total embarrassment. I slid twice during the game and both times ended up like just before the base but not touching it. :( then we practised alot of sliding. It was super fun :D have lots of abrasion on my thigh. Ouch. Coach treat us all to pizza for lunch. Yummies :) today, went out shopping with sis. Totally exhausted. Kay, that's all. Please leave a tag. Bye :) &lt;br /&gt;{via phone cos my computer crashed-for good} :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4030604905385304782-2777863169878144649?l=doubleblurcock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doubleblurcock.blogspot.com/feeds/2777863169878144649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4030604905385304782&amp;postID=2777863169878144649' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4030604905385304782/posts/default/2777863169878144649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4030604905385304782/posts/default/2777863169878144649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doubleblurcock.blogspot.com/2009/12/camp.html' title='CAMP.'/><author><name>perfectly retarded</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09626298013220958077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4030604905385304782.post-6633638103405613839</id><published>2009-11-29T15:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T15:59:37.964+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" unselectable="on" width="100%"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;hey y'all. omg, i keep having freaking damn shit-ass painful stomach aches. damnit.&lt;br /&gt;anyways, yeah, i'll be gone for camp from tues onwards. i'm probably going to die there. probably. and like my parents are freaking evil. they just booked a flight to hong kong from 11dec to 15 dec&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; WITHOUT EVEN ASKING ME.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;  i cannot believe this sia. how can they do this to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have a say to where and when we're going okay. wtf. nonsense sia. and like i've already decided to do the tie and dye thing with nat. &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;NOW HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO DO IT?! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;they damn bastard sia. now i cannot even like object to it.&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; FUCK&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;anyways, so yeah don't text me during that period of time, not inclusive of the camp, camp you can text me :D hahas. it's going to suck like hell. holiday in hong kong is damn BORING. there's nothing there to buy. so i'll just camwhore like some idiot :D with a sister that has to re-take the damn photo a zillion times so that she'll look NICE. wtf. i can tell already that it's going to SUCK. {&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;suck on some balls you id&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;ot&lt;/span&gt;} argh. i give up. just don't miss me at all. cos most probably, i'll be trying my best to text some friends :D ahahs. this makes no sense. ah whatever. just tag me loads kay?? when i'm gone. i'm relying on y'all to help me keep my blog alive. i'll miss it. D;&lt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{*sobs*}&lt;br /&gt;ps. in those empty spaces, there are words. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4030604905385304782-6633638103405613839?l=doubleblurcock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doubleblurcock.blogspot.com/feeds/6633638103405613839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4030604905385304782&amp;postID=6633638103405613839' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4030604905385304782/posts/default/6633638103405613839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4030604905385304782/posts/default/6633638103405613839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doubleblurcock.blogspot.com/2009/11/hey-yall.html' title=''/><author><name>perfectly retarded</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09626298013220958077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4030604905385304782.post-8066039998852688190</id><published>2009-11-28T16:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T17:18:24.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;gosh. i'm freaking tired now. i was dying from hunger on the way home. my stomach was seriously growling then it just became freaking pain. i was like trying my best to endure the pain all the way home. and i almost died when i did reach home. PAIN LIKE MAD. then i ate 2 pieces of roti prata ahhaas. (: okay,today's training was kinda screw-ish. cos like firstly, we were stranded outside the school because we didn't know that the school is not opened today. and so we ,under coach's instructions, took a bus from school to parkway and then walked all the way to vj. that's like, 5 BUS STOPS AWAY. my legs felt kinda weird when we reached. and then we had normal physical and warm up and did some ball drills. and like just cos we didn't count [loudly] we did count okay, we were punished to go to a far side of the field and start shout-counting. omg. i was like screaming like some ass and like my throat hurts [a little] coach is WEIRD. omg. like really really weird. &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;and this is another one of my longlong posts :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;then we did more ball drills and also some batting and base running. then we played a &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;mini game&lt;/span&gt;! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; i played third base. yay! and like when i was batting, coach was pitching and like wow. so i batted her ball like ""quite far"". i think it was a super high pop ball that "flew" far out. idk. then like i ran home :D &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;my first home run!&lt;/span&gt; hahahha. super happy with myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; like i feel so self-achieved :) but the second time i went up to bat, i got strike out. how anti-climatic. and like we all did 10 times of duck-walking up steps. and like i only did 7 cos it started pouring then. hahas. overall, it was quite okay. can't wait for camp next week! hope it's fun :)) hahahs. people, you're gonna miss out on lots of my life :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I'LL BE GONE.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;kay, see you then. bye!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr hb_tag="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4030604905385304782-8066039998852688190?l=doubleblurcock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doubleblurcock.blogspot.com/feeds/8066039998852688190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4030604905385304782&amp;postID=8066039998852688190' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4030604905385304782/posts/default/8066039998852688190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4030604905385304782/posts/default/8066039998852688190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doubleblurcock.blogspot.com/2009/11/gosh.html' title=''/><author><name>perfectly retarded</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09626298013220958077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4030604905385304782.post-5341435270932380645</id><published>2009-11-25T14:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T16:02:56.298+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;this is like my second post of the day. i'm bored. so deal with it. :) okay, so i got this really bad flu and i'm dying right now. -.- ummirah is seriously stalking me. ohmygawd. nobody's online. how boring D: . i'm planning to cancel my tuition later already. say i have bad flu. {it's true!} and like die later. i'm involuntarily having a sneezing rampage. AHAHAHAH. i bet the outfield is having training now. KWAK KWAK KWAK. they slacked ytd while we died on the field. and now it's infield's turn :D blehs// argh. no mood to eat already. sick like don't know what. trianing is seriously taking up alot of my time which = can't go out besides training. how pathetic is that. but most of my good buddehs are from softball anyways. :D hahaha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;to nicole: we were freaking awesome yesterday. didn't die :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;to myself: shutthehellup.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;i'm freaking dillusional. i told ummirah on msn that i'm not insane from the flu. it's the rabbies. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;cos she called me a bitch. and a bitch is a female dog. hahhaha. it makes sense. when i die, please bring candy to visit me, not flowers. i hate flowers. thanks a mill.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;:)) my only wish when i die from rabbies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;barkbarkbarkwoofwoofwoofgrrrgrrrgrrrargggghhhh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;{slobbers}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr hb_tag="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4030604905385304782-5341435270932380645?l=doubleblurcock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doubleblurcock.blogspot.com/feeds/5341435270932380645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4030604905385304782&amp;postID=5341435270932380645' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4030604905385304782/posts/default/5341435270932380645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4030604905385304782/posts/default/5341435270932380645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doubleblurcock.blogspot.com/2009/11/this-is-like-my-second-post-of-day.html' title=''/><author><name>perfectly retarded</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09626298013220958077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4030604905385304782.post-2509737227262307929</id><published>2009-11-25T12:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T12:11:04.657+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;okay, so yesterday it was a close shave. cos jiao lian wasn't at training. thank god. if she was there, i would've been scolded like some pile of shit.. -.-"" yesterday was kinda okay. but then i got punished cos i took damn long to realise what the hell coach was telling me=shouting= oioioi. wtf. i totally forgot and got damn blur.then kenna sent away to the end of the field to shout a mill times "oioioi". my throat hurt like hell. i was screaming my arse out. and some people from tk sec kept annoying me by copying me and shouting also.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;-.- wtf. i just ignored them. like they were air. luckily i didn't talk much after training at home ytd. if not, i would have said byebye to my voice. hhahas. and i'm sick. damnit. flu, when will it ever go away?!?!?!?!? i feel like dying now. you know, FLU. oh yeah and coach grabbed my shorts,underwear and shirt ytd to show me the hips. like wth, i had to adjust my pants after that. :D kinda weird. we practised alot of third base-ing ytd. hahahha. it was okay. but my CG was too high and stuff. still gotta work on my throwing. -.- and there's training tomorrow. oh gosh. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;OHMYGAWD! I HAVE TUITION LATER AND I STILL HAVEN'T DONE MY HOMEWORK! DIE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;{howl~}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr hb_tag="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4030604905385304782-2509737227262307929?l=doubleblurcock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doubleblurcock.blogspot.com/feeds/2509737227262307929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4030604905385304782&amp;postID=2509737227262307929' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4030604905385304782/posts/default/2509737227262307929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4030604905385304782/posts/default/2509737227262307929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doubleblurcock.blogspot.com/2009/11/okay-so-yesterday-it-was-close-shave.html' title=''/><author><name>perfectly retarded</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09626298013220958077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4030604905385304782.post-3281631099396183709</id><published>2009-11-24T00:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T00:29:13.419+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;In order to lower my stress level, i indulged in oreo cheesecake after dinner. I feel guilty. Why did i risk my already-not-so fit body and put myself in danger? I don't know why. As i ate, i thought of medha. omg. i don't know why. ahh, well. tomorrow having lunch with people, lazy type their names, i hope i have a good talk with them then. hahahs. hope i get all that unneccessary stress out of me and put in some confidence :) thanks shin yi for that hug all of a sudden. cos i think i really needed it then. it comforted me :D and klarissa for always being there on msn where i rant about this and that and you give me advice. THANKS A MILL.  ah, okay, i finally changed my blogskin. AGAIN. andi'm going to sleep now. i'm giving up supper. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;{super man in pink undies}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr hb_tag="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4030604905385304782-3281631099396183709?l=doubleblurcock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doubleblurcock.blogspot.com/feeds/3281631099396183709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4030604905385304782&amp;postID=3281631099396183709' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4030604905385304782/posts/default/3281631099396183709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4030604905385304782/posts/default/3281631099396183709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doubleblurcock.blogspot.com/2009/11/in-order-to-lower-my-stress-level-i.html' title=''/><author><name>perfectly retarded</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09626298013220958077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4030604905385304782.post-5494958990064122848</id><published>2009-11-23T20:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T21:13:43.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;omg. i'm dead meat la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;tomorrow's so important to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;like super super important.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;it's lke my life depends on it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;my softball life that is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;and if it all doesn't work out well, i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;will suffer from depression.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;seriously.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;today's training was partially good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;like the indoors training part was okay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;i didn't get scolded much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;it was easier than the outdoor trianing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;i was so freaking stressed by jiao lian.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;i mean she keeps making me do star jumps&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;when my ball can't reach natalie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;and it's so unfair that she keeps pushing me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;when i'm already trying my best.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;and like she asked me if i used my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;full power to throw that ball and i thought&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;it was some kind of trick question where&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;i'll get scolded no matter what answer i gave.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;so i said no.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;and in the end, she scolded me like hell and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;punished me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;sobs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;the freaking weights tore my skin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;and like she keeps calling me lazy when i'm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;already trying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;i'm TRYING. at least give me some chances to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;do it properly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;i can't be damn perfect and do the correct thing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;with just one try right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;people need to get used to it and use their&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;abilities according to that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;okay, i ahve no idea what i'm saying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;this is an emo post if you don't already know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;and like she compared me to natalie and no offence,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;i think she's right. like about how natalie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;is so much "smaller" {she's actually just skinny}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;and she has the power to throw long dist.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;i'm freaking sad over that. i mean i'm just in that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;way that it's difficult to throw long dist.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;i keep asking for advice from those that can throw well&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;and stuff. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;it's difficult to try hard and get scolded all the same.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;she doesn't know that i really can't be compared to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;others like cheryl and natalie and shin yi and nicole.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;cos they've at least got some kind of healthy life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;and exercise before. and i don't cos i'm just an overly-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;protected girl since i was born.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;i hate to be overly-protected. i want my parents to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;trust me enough to be independant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;i want to be good at something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;like cos ever since like small, i was the utterly lazy fat ass&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;and also the most dependant on others girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;YES, I WAS FAT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;i always gave up halfway when learning something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;like guzheng, i learnt and gave up halfway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;ballet as well, i gave up halfway cos of psle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;but that's utter bullcrap. other people can still do well&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;in their psle and continue with their ballet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;i was really interested in ballet. even though i was like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;THE fattest girl in class. i didn't care.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;i just danced cos i liked it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;i don't want to be called lazy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;i don't want to be called irreliable and irresponsible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;i want to be independant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;i want to be good at something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;i want to excel in something that i enjoy doing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;and it's not for other people but for myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;MYSELF.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;tomorrow's my judgement day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;it's my last chance to prove to jiao lian that i &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;am capable of playing infield.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;i want to prove those that doubt me wrong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;i will give my best tomorrow and onwards in everything i do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;i want to be the best i can be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;i want to perform well and wow people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;i want to show to my parents that i'm not wasting my&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;time at training just throwing balls. i want to show them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;that i am capable of great things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;i want and will prove to jiao lian and my parents&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;that i am NOT lazy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;i am going to go all out tomorrow and be fearless.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;let the ball hit me, i don't give a flying bull.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;i will/want to be aggressive. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;i will prove to jiao lian that not all church go-ers are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;scared of everything. i will prove her wrong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;i will endure the pain and punishments.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;to get to my ultimate goal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;which is to prove that i am able to play infield and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;that my i can perform beyond other people's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;expectations.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr hb_tag="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4030604905385304782.post-3422082893723701326</id><published>2009-11-22T22:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T23:07:57.232+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt; warning:this post contains sexual contents.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;as you can see, i have warned you all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;moving on, i had this wacked out dream last night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;{story time! :)) }&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;okay so me and my sister was like swimming&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;at this really crowded pool and then suddenly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;the water in the pool disappeared.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;-gasp!-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;so everyone got out and went to this big&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;toilet. something like a public bath.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;and when all of a sudden, harry potter and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;ron weasely appeared. -omg-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;and for no reason, ron was boyfriend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;-omfg!-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;then dumbledore came out of nowhere and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;asked harry potter to go fight this monster.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;ron also followed him to fight that monster.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;i was kinda sad cos in the dream, he was my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;boyfriend and obviously he'll die while fighting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;-whatever-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;then suddenly the world was being invaded by&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;robots. -wtf?!-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;and like 2009 c'div softballers and jiao lian were &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;on a mission to attack the head robot thingy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;we were like at the first floor of the robot's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;office -headquarters- writing insulting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;messages on newspapers and throwing them up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;through the second floor window into the head robot's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;office. no one could get the newspapers in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;and finally nicole got one in. -hooray!-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;then we waited for the robot to come downstairs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;and when it did, we all pretended to read chinese&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;books. -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;and the robot came to me and started teaching me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;chinese.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;and i woke up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;this is the most whatthefuck! dream i ever had!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;blame me for watching terminator salvation before i slept.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;dangit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;ROBOTS TAKING OVER THE WORLD AND WE TRY TO DEFEAT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;THEM BY THROWING INSULTIVE MESSAGES ON NEWSPAPERS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;INTO THEIR HEADQUARTERS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;OMG.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;GOODBYE HUMAN RACE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;bunch of lunatics.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;i seriously cannot believe that i dreamt something so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;ridiculous. no wait, actually, i can.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;cos i just did. -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;--------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;went to people's park for lunch and to book tours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;but to no avail.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;-aww shucks!-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;then while waiting for my dad to be back from&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;the toilet, i saw this sex shop with a huge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;NEON PINK signboard saying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;"SEX" -ding ding ding-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;omg. it's freaking pink! neon pink!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;and my mom was getting too interested in it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;kept talking about that shop and looking at the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;THINGS displayed . omfg.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;and kept going near it. like wtf?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;it's a freaking sex shop!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;who the hells gets interested in a sex shop?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;unless you want to buy a dildo (whatever its spelt)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;i can't even imagine those HUGE dick-like {duh}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;things are even able to get into a hole&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;you know what i mean.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;it's freaking HUGE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;and it vibrates. i think.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;OMG.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;TOO MUCH INFO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;kay bye :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr hb_tag="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4030604905385304782-3422082893723701326?l=doubleblurcock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doubleblurcock.blogspot.com/feeds/3422082893723701326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4030604905385304782&amp;postID=3422082893723701326' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4030604905385304782/posts/default/3422082893723701326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4030604905385304782/posts/default/3422082893723701326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doubleblurcock.blogspot.com/2009/11/warningthis-post-contains-sexual.html' title=''/><author><name>perfectly retarded</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09626298013220958077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4030604905385304782.post-564073649532482003</id><published>2009-11-21T15:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T15:51:22.645+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_leX6koXA474/SweZ6U_0lAI/AAAAAAAAAJs/n9uvrFU9MWU/s1600/20112009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406459105029428226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_leX6koXA474/SweZ6U_0lAI/AAAAAAAAAJs/n9uvrFU9MWU/s200/20112009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;HAHHAHAA. that's a photo of nicole in her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;really really really retarded pants. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;half worn i may add.&lt;/span&gt; XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i'm such a genius to photograph her really&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;spastic and unglam moments :))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;hahahs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;dangit. i forgot to take a photo of my really&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;muddy shoes and clothes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;only me and nature didn't bring our slacks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;so yeah we slid in shorts. it was fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;but SUPER MUDDY.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;all the mud and grass and water was up my ass!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;ew, gross.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;yesterday's training was okay. nothing really&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;fun or special besides the sliding.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;that was fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;mud splattered everywhere  (includes my ears and mouth)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;went to dah's party after training. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;played fustal. i finally know what the hell that is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i didn't really played just got body slammed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;then went home . for my sister's birthday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;then slept.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i remember vaguely scrubbing my muddy shoes like mad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;and soaking my clothes. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;then i crashed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i'm so freaking tired. gosh. my arms are killing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;not to mention my shoulders.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;and i can't type fast cos my muscles will start cramping.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;it's impossible to sleep with all that stupid &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;noise those construction workers are making.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;ohmygosh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i haven't been online for quite sometime.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;:( sadded.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;okay, i have nothing much to say already.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" unselectable="on" width="100%"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div 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title=''/><author><name>perfectly retarded</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09626298013220958077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_leX6koXA474/SweZ6U_0lAI/AAAAAAAAAJs/n9uvrFU9MWU/s72-c/20112009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4030604905385304782.post-7975526832658840036</id><published>2009-11-18T09:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T10:12:18.991+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY SYAHINDAH!&lt;/u&gt; :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;you're finally thirteen! :DDD hahahs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;i'm still older.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;and i forgot to wish nat ong happy birthday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;sorry uh. even though you supposedly don't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;read my blog. ahahs. still,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY!&lt;/u&gt; :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;gosh. i'm so damn proud of myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;i finally got to doing some homework.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;hahah :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;self achievement :)))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;wells, it's only one freaking science ws.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;i asked my mom to print all the worksheets&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;at her office. hahas. smart right. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;the worksheets are friggin thick la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;today shall be devoted to finishing up my&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;miraculously high mountain of homework &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;:) i doubt myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;anyways, last night there was the stars thingy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;at like 12-5 like that. but i didn't see anything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;cos i was at home with clouds covering the whole&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;sky. i bet faris saw those stars last night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;hmph! how unfair. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;sadded, he's going to Malaysia now..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;if any of his friends are reading this post,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;he says not to text him and bye!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;yeah. ahahahs :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;i'm planning to smuggle my phone into camp &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;XD i hope it's allowed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;save all the trouble hahas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;i think the other people will also smuggle theirs in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;i can't live without my phone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;as expected from every teenager (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;i woke up at like 7 plus today and stared doing my&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;science at 8 am. EARLIEST TIME EVER.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;i'm becoming such a nerd. gosh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;-.-"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;HELL YEAH! my mom allowed me to go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;for training tomorrow :DDDDD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;SO HAPPY!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;hahahs. i said that i wouldn't do those&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;vigorous activities but just help out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;obviously that's bullcrap. hahahs :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;i'm just going to train normally. that's not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;vigorous. *innocent face*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;hahahs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;woohoo~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;hahahs. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;i will never miss one training unless i'm down with&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;some deadly disease. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;yeah, that's about all i've got to say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;bye!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;ps. take care and bye!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr hb_tag="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4030604905385304782-7975526832658840036?l=doubleblurcock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doubleblurcock.blogspot.com/feeds/7975526832658840036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4030604905385304782&amp;postID=7975526832658840036' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4030604905385304782/posts/default/7975526832658840036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4030604905385304782/posts/default/7975526832658840036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doubleblurcock.blogspot.com/2009/11/happy-birthday-syahindah-youre-finally.html' title=''/><author><name>perfectly retarded</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09626298013220958077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4030604905385304782.post-4247227660403966408</id><published>2009-11-17T16:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T16:39:17.117+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;aww gosh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i injured my neck. idk what happened&lt;br /&gt;to it, it's just painful like hell.&lt;br /&gt;it all started cos i couldn't do a&lt;br /&gt;freaking forward roll and ended up&lt;br /&gt;screwing up and injuring myself.&lt;br /&gt;how typical of me..&lt;br /&gt;anyways, then it hurt like shit so&lt;br /&gt;jiao lian helped me to like "massage"&lt;br /&gt;it. didn't help. oh wells, i appreciate it :D&lt;br /&gt;ahahs.&lt;br /&gt;it hurts when i look down so yeah.&lt;br /&gt;i couldn't look down.&lt;br /&gt;but during the rest of training, it was okay.&lt;br /&gt;i didn't even move my neck much :D&lt;br /&gt;teehee&lt;br /&gt;we did batting with the waffer balls at first&lt;br /&gt;then they had some camp crap and we&lt;br /&gt;had to go out to the field to bat.&lt;br /&gt;with normal balls. and that was weird cos&lt;br /&gt;we've been practicing with waffer balls.&lt;br /&gt;so yeah.&lt;br /&gt;i've got my momentum back :)&lt;br /&gt;yay.&lt;br /&gt;then we got some skills practice.&lt;br /&gt;and it was kinda okay cos i could throw it&lt;br /&gt;all the way to yu yan :p&lt;br /&gt;hahahs. wow.&lt;br /&gt;i can finally throw long dist.&lt;br /&gt;:D:D:D:D it's no big deal for others cos&lt;br /&gt;they've got the power. unlike me.&lt;br /&gt;and dah. {i think} she finally threw long dist ytd&lt;br /&gt;too :D hahahs. twin.&lt;br /&gt;and i did a few god throws. need some more practise&lt;br /&gt;though. :((&lt;br /&gt;then we practiced the shouting for the balls.&lt;br /&gt;like 2 people run for the ball at the same time and&lt;br /&gt;the one closer to it will shout "MINE!" damn loudly&lt;br /&gt;and catch the ball. then the other one just cover her.&lt;br /&gt;ahahs. it was damn funny la.&lt;br /&gt;like some just don't shout at all. or  both shout&lt;br /&gt;then don't catch .&lt;br /&gt;hahahs.&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah and we celebrated nat ong's and dah's&lt;br /&gt;birthday yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;the cooking mamas {supposedly the people who makes the&lt;br /&gt;cakes} decorated the cake super cute-ly. :D&lt;br /&gt;we're in charge of the cakes for every birthday :))&lt;br /&gt;the cake was awesome. jiao lian wanted to&lt;br /&gt;eat one piece of the cake and ended up dropping the&lt;br /&gt;whole thing onto nat's boots.&lt;br /&gt;lmao. hahas. so wasted.&lt;br /&gt;but she still ate it, the top part where it didn't touch the floor.&lt;br /&gt;hahahs. :d&lt;br /&gt;after training went with dah to lucky bread there for waffles&lt;br /&gt;and cheese fries : ) YUM.&lt;br /&gt;then went home.&lt;br /&gt;it took damn long for a stupid 28 bus to come. gawd.&lt;br /&gt;i reached home like 8 plus.&lt;br /&gt;dead tired with a killing neck.&lt;br /&gt;my mom made a total big hoo-ha about my neck. saying&lt;br /&gt;i might get paralysed if i wasn't lucky.&lt;br /&gt;and that it's dangerous.&lt;br /&gt;i got damn pissed at her. it was my fault that i can't do&lt;br /&gt;a forward roll, not softball's.&lt;br /&gt;and she banned me from softball this week.&lt;br /&gt;wtf. this is so not happening. idc. i'm going to&lt;br /&gt;find a way to  go for training no matter what.&lt;br /&gt;i am so not going to miss training and the sec 4&lt;br /&gt;farewell party after that. NO WAY.&lt;br /&gt;i paid for it already.&lt;br /&gt;and i'll miss out on alot of things cos we have the mental&lt;br /&gt;thingy again on thurs.&lt;br /&gt;i hope my neck heals by then.&lt;br /&gt;PLEASEPLEASE PLEASE PLEASE HEAL!!!!&lt;br /&gt;i beggggofyou.&lt;br /&gt;fyi,cooking mamas consists of&lt;br /&gt;natalie tan,cheryl goh, shinyi, rachel sim and me :D&lt;br /&gt;kay &lt;3 you all, BYE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr hb_tag="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4030604905385304782-4247227660403966408?l=doubleblurcock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doubleblurcock.blogspot.com/feeds/4247227660403966408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4030604905385304782&amp;postID=4247227660403966408' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4030604905385304782/posts/default/4247227660403966408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4030604905385304782/posts/default/4247227660403966408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doubleblurcock.blogspot.com/2009/11/aww-gosh.html' title=''/><author><name>perfectly retarded</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09626298013220958077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4030604905385304782.post-4583842408831308400</id><published>2009-11-15T15:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T15:51:23.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;" you're just a phone call away"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;ergh. didn't blog yesterday. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;my parents dragged me out for lunch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;and then made me go shop with them after that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;i didn't get to go home till 6.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;and i was tired as hell and smelly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;gosh. evil people.. -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;yay, i changed my blogskin. AGAIN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;i think this one is quite nice :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;hahas. training on saturday wasn't slack.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;normal i guess. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;we didn't watch a movie as planned.  :((&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;i was so looking forward to that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;my throwing still sucks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;and my batting too. i think.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;i keep rolling off too early and end up knocking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;the bat against my wrist. which now has a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;blue black :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;damn. i poured cream over my body yesterday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;cos i was afraid i'll get wrinkles from&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;prolonged exposure to the sun :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;hahahs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;and thank god my mother didn't find out i went out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;without her permission on friday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;THANK GOD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;i haven't ask her about dah's party this fri.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;o.o i think she'll allow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;even though it's my sis's birthday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;hahas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;2012 is officially the best movie ever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;i was so freaking into it that i squished&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;the popcorn bag. hahahs. i destroyed it o.o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;and i kept giving stupid comments to cheryl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;about the movie. ahahhaha :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;me &amp;amp;cheryl bought the combo set. and like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;it comes with this really spastic astro boy cup.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;OMG. cheryl made me hold it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;it's so SPASTIC.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;i managed to hide it in my big bag :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;3 cheers for big bags!! ahah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;kay, so that's all for now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;kay,love you all, bye :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr hb_tag="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4030604905385304782-4583842408831308400?l=doubleblurcock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doubleblurcock.blogspot.com/feeds/4583842408831308400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4030604905385304782&amp;postID=4583842408831308400' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4030604905385304782/posts/default/4583842408831308400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4030604905385304782/posts/default/4583842408831308400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doubleblurcock.blogspot.com/2009/11/youre-just-phone-call-away-ergh.html' title=''/><author><name>perfectly retarded</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09626298013220958077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4030604905385304782.post-7859098142526360470</id><published>2009-11-12T23:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T00:11:03.295+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;omg. today is so slack but then i'm tired.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;wow. weird. hmmm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;like we mostly did physical .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;and the jog&amp;amp;sprint thing is damn difficult.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;*sorry indah for overtaking you when you were&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;slowing down to sprint with me :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;i feel bad sia. like every time we both quarrel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;right, i'll end up hitting dah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;*on the leg mostly. i'm not abusive*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;and i feel damn bad after that. that's why i let&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;her hit me back. cos i so freaking deserve it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;D: gosh. i mean she's nice to me then i so bad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;to her. but not all the time la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;like when she's supposed to help me hold the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;tube for me to do the batting movement, she&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;keeps falling backwards and in the end i never&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;get to do anything. yeahh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;anyways, like i mean sometimes she's really nice to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;then i treat her badly. i feel damn bad la!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;D: sobs..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;yeah. i've got a new love!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;it's STRAWBERRY ALOE VERA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;awesome.. but sadly, this saturday would be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;like my last chance to drink it already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;D': cos we're no longer going to vj to train anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;trainings resume at tkg from next week onwards.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;i'll miss the beautiful field and gym D:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;i don't know why but i'm burning sia. like literally&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;my hands and everywhere is damn hot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;like got fever. but it's not la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;yeah, went to tamp mall, tamp1 to get dah's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;present with faris today. but the sports shops&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;weren't opened yet. and faris lost $50.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;omg. who the hell would put $50 in their back pocket?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;omg. no brainer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;anyways, like yeah then we walk for so long. then&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;decided to go to pp together since he was going there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;i think. idk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;i dropped off at the bus stop and i don't know where &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;he went. oh well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;hahas. and dah was telling later today during training&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;that she missed going out with faris.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;HAHHAHA :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;llolll.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;yay. tomorrow going out with nat tan, cheryl and shinyi &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;to the movies :DD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;ahahs. 2012. the year we all die.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;and there's dah's party next fri and i've got&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;another bbq party like idk when with pri school class.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;gosh. damn long never see them already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;miss them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;it's like so fast! i'm going to be sec2 next year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;OHMYGAH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;okay, i shall end here. damn tired already. nights! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr hb_tag="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4030604905385304782-7859098142526360470?l=doubleblurcock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doubleblurcock.blogspot.com/feeds/7859098142526360470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4030604905385304782&amp;postID=7859098142526360470' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4030604905385304782/posts/default/7859098142526360470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4030604905385304782/posts/default/7859098142526360470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doubleblurcock.blogspot.com/2009/11/omg.html' title=''/><author><name>perfectly retarded</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09626298013220958077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4030604905385304782.post-5795523533317625427</id><published>2009-11-09T23:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T23:28:45.319+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" unselectable="on" width="100%"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;hey ya'll :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;hahhas. i'm back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;and get ready for more crap!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;:)))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;i woke up late today. at around 9.45&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;when i was supposed to go out at 10.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;gosh. had to rush. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;i washed up and everything at top speed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;and got held back by&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;being forced to eat 2 HUGE pieces of roti prata&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;oh gawd. and i was joking with dini the night &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;before that i'll go with her to eat roti prata.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;HAHAHA. how ironic :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;then was kinda late for lunch with the rest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;haahs. cheryl was WORSE. she's extrememly late.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;like usual. hahah. she was probably too tired to wake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;up cos she was watching momo's love the night before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;o.o sounds cute :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;i helped her order her food kwakkwakkwak. wtv.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;and i ate youghurt. it's super nice.. mango flavour :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;then went to school. late. was supposed to be there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;before 12.20 cos we had this meeting thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;but in the end we were late. hahahs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;then had the mental talk. we made alot of progress today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;so i'm quite satisfied with it. hahas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;my partner was fatin!! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;ahhahas. both of us are under positive thinking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;hahahs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;i couldn't believe that jiao lian outran me for steps&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;and she kept saying that she could outrun me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;come on, don't keep reminding me that i'm not as fit as&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;a 43 year old coach.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;well, she admitted she was 43. i'm not making this up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;and i had this massive headache. so i wasn't in the mood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;to laugh at her age. okay whatever. ahhas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;training was okay cos it rained and the weather was just &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;AWESOME...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt; :) we batted with those waffer balls. they are like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;small. and difficult to aim at the center.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;so most of the balls i bat are mostly flyballs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;damn. i was aiming for drive out balls. which i managed to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;bat.. luckily. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;then we ended training :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;so went to get food and drinks from caltex.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;dah bought the cheesezals {how to freaking spell?!} and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;i bought the mango tea. yum :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;hahahs. we shared .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;then took bus 33 to the stop before kem station and dah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;went home while i waited for a 28 bus .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;in the dark. those things that are giving out light at&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;the stop are not lights.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;STILL SO DARK.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;and dah found this magic sticker toy in the packet of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;cheezals and the cartoon on the sticker {which is not even sticky}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;is called captain drip. aahhs. so cool&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;our team now have this uberly cute team name :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;it's bumble bee. like the one in transformers. hahas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;uber cute!! &gt;&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;our cheer is cool too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;i remember screaming instead of shouting cos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;i think my voice broke half way. ahahhs :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;i kinda miss talking to dah. cos most of the time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;we would be on the field which means alot of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;quarrelling and shouting at each other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;idk why. but it's just like that :((&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;i really missed laughing with her and talking crap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;i miss aishah too!!! i miss the "ey got panda" socks time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;and like the childhood food.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt; :(( i really miss her sia. so long never talk to her already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;and meet her...... D:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;my life is so uninteresting. :((&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;anyways, so yeah that's alot for today :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;okay bye! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;till next time losers! (.L.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4030604905385304782-5795523533317625427?l=doubleblurcock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doubleblurcock.blogspot.com/feeds/5795523533317625427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4030604905385304782&amp;postID=5795523533317625427' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4030604905385304782/posts/default/5795523533317625427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4030604905385304782/posts/default/5795523533317625427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doubleblurcock.blogspot.com/2009/11/hey-yall-d-hahhas.html' title=''/><author><name>perfectly retarded</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09626298013220958077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4030604905385304782.post-5089792308870740753</id><published>2009-11-08T23:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T23:40:43.542+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;hey :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;okay so my computer have magically revived&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;itself :))) hoorays!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;hahas. and i think my phone bill will explode&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;cos i spent like half an hour using my&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;phone to surf the net :DD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;who cares. i'm going to cancel my plan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;anyways, and get another plan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;from M1 . :)))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;meaning NEW PHONE!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;argh!~ can't wait.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;my dad and mom are total freaks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;can you imagine a chain of scoldings?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;like my mom is damn irritable at my dad for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;no reason and keeps screaming at him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;then he gets pissed off and vents his&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;anger all on me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;and i can't do anything to stop it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;HE'S MY DAD. gosh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;on sat after training, i went to parkway&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;with my parents to have lunch and my mom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;screamed at my dad for driving so slowly.{wtf?}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;and we &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;went to the hello! singtel shop to check out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;my plan after that. {going to change plan remember?}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;and he wanted to get me the iphone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;i said i didn't want it cos i don't like iphone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;and he screamed at me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;saying "YOU MUST KEEP UP WITH THE TIMES! IT'S MORE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;OF VALUE! blahblahblah"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;he didn't know i wanted the satio phone -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;well, i don't want it already and i want the iphone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;cos dah told me that it was laggy. {heard from a friend}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;yeah, so i'm just waiting now for the right time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;AND GET THAT IPHONE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;okay moving on, today i went to tamp mall &amp;amp; CS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;with my parents {again} for lunch {again}.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;went shopping after that.with my DAD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;gosh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;why going shopping with my dad is GOOD&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;cos i get to see all those cute guys at the guys section.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;u&gt; why going shopping with my dad is NOT GOOD&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;1. he's gay i think. he looks at handbags. OMG.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;2. it's so boring going to the guy's section.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;3. trying out clothes for guys is far more WORSE compared&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;to girls. trust me on this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;yeah. so yeah. my mom actually allowed such torture to happen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;onto me D:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;how sad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;my stupid computer crashed for days and my poor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;blog is totally dead-ish. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;so i'm totally reviving it now :DD hahahs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;i made a new friend. HAHAHHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;ummirah :) cool. she's my senior. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;okay. yeah and dini made a new friend at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;her weird technology camp {which is so lame yet cool btw}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;and he's 20. SO OLD RIGHT?!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;hahahhaha. :DD &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;gotta agree with me on that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;i'm planning going out shopping with my sis after her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;A's . we're getting her prom dress. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;hahaha. and shopping for christmas's clothes too :DDD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;hahahahha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;okay i'm ending here. there's trainng tomorrow :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;sadded. gotta do well!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;JIA YOUS! :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;bye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4030604905385304782-5089792308870740753?l=doubleblurcock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doubleblurcock.blogspot.com/feeds/5089792308870740753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4030604905385304782&amp;postID=5089792308870740753' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4030604905385304782/posts/default/5089792308870740753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4030604905385304782/posts/default/5089792308870740753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doubleblurcock.blogspot.com/2009/11/hey-d-okay-so-my-computer-have.html' title=''/><author><name>perfectly retarded</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09626298013220958077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4030604905385304782.post-6087253400975713726</id><published>2009-11-08T18:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T18:33:02.972+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey all :) &lt;br /&gt;It's good to surf the net :) &lt;br /&gt;Hahas. It kinda sucks alot for my &lt;br /&gt;Damn computer to crash and die.&lt;br /&gt;It's fucked.  Like hell. &lt;br /&gt;Damn just found out that i can use my computer and it's not dead. Fuck. &lt;br /&gt;Okay. I shall do this next time. &lt;br /&gt;Bye! I'll update soon. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4030604905385304782-6087253400975713726?l=doubleblurcock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doubleblurcock.blogspot.com/feeds/6087253400975713726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4030604905385304782&amp;postID=6087253400975713726' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4030604905385304782/posts/default/6087253400975713726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4030604905385304782/posts/default/6087253400975713726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doubleblurcock.blogspot.com/2009/11/hey-all-its-good-to-surf-net-hahas.html' title=''/><author><name>perfectly retarded</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09626298013220958077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4030604905385304782.post-4364786295947522400</id><published>2009-11-03T18:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T18:58:30.599+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;today is like the most boring day of my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;well, almost.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;i did nothing except sleep and eat &amp;amp; shit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;wow. how interesting. -.-"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;yesterday had training and i can proudly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;say that yesterday was &lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;AWESOME&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;it was the first of many trainings to come that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;i was happy throughout. :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;hahahs. except for gym. jiao lian kept "nagging"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;@ me. asking me to hurry up..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;-.-""&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;the rest was okay. cos the team was being &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;supportive and kept cheering people on. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;hahahs. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;plus the weather was super GOOD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;it was drizzling slightly and the sky was cloudy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;damn shiok.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;and we did little stuff too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;oh wells. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;today i slack like hell. woke up @ 9 plus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;ate breakfast then i went back to sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;all the way till like almost 12.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;then i went to my grandmother's house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;i ate and watch tv. then use the comp till now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;-----------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;i'm so going on a healthy diet. like abstain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;from sugar drinks and food.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;{exception of sweets!}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;and eat healthy food such as veggie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;hahah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;i watched a little of "the year of the dog"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;and it's stupid. i don't understand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;this woman is nuts to adopt 15 dogs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;NUTS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;anyways, yeah. i lazed around mostly. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;i still haven't done my e-learning homework. damn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;it's alot you know. wtfz....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;okay. bye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4030604905385304782-4364786295947522400?l=doubleblurcock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doubleblurcock.blogspot.com/feeds/4364786295947522400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4030604905385304782&amp;postID=4364786295947522400' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4030604905385304782/posts/default/4364786295947522400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4030604905385304782/posts/default/4364786295947522400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doubleblurcock.blogspot.com/2009/11/today-is-like-most-boring-day-of-my.html' title=''/><author><name>perfectly retarded</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09626298013220958077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4030604905385304782.post-3102805577605057931</id><published>2009-10-31T16:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T16:08:47.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;wow. i didn't blog yesterday. and i was online.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;wtfz. tupid la me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;okay so yeah.. watched mtv till like 12 plus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;last night. watched live stage.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;tokio hotel 's songs are damn nice can.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hahahah. my blog is so damn dead-ish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and i'm indulging in oreos. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;kekekekek.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;when i can't wait for the hols to come, it comes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and now i regret. so bored.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;having training in HUGE amounts. so like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;equals to no hols. no difference sia..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but i'll try to take some pics. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;TRY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;arghhhhhhhhhhhhhhh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so damn tired. i'm kinda hooked onto mtv.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;cos it's damn awesome. but some ads are just&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;damn annoying, -.-''&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;miss all my friends so much!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i miss cheryl, dah, dini, rachel sim, yingci,anisah {although we're&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;not close, but we're okok} , carina{my partner for everything} ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;cheryl lim, got some more, but i forgot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;o.o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ergh. whatevss.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i'm getting fatter and my head hurts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;aftermath of eating so much oreos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ERGH. plus tv.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;yeah. so nothing actually happened. i don't think&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i'll even have time to go out with friends during&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the hols .. wtf???????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;damn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;okay. I MISS AISHAH TOO! and BANNAH. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;dunno if she came back from malaysia yet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i still have her container . AHAHHAHA :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;D":&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;BYE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4030604905385304782-3102805577605057931?l=doubleblurcock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doubleblurcock.blogspot.com/feeds/3102805577605057931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4030604905385304782&amp;postID=3102805577605057931' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4030604905385304782/posts/default/3102805577605057931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4030604905385304782/posts/default/3102805577605057931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doubleblurcock.blogspot.com/2009/10/wow.html' title=''/><author><name>perfectly retarded</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09626298013220958077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4030604905385304782.post-4745101256333150319</id><published>2009-10-29T23:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T23:59:26.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;today is like the last day of school cum {not sick version}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;carnival day. so sad sia.. :((&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"i'm weird cos i hate goodbyes"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but we're still the same class next year. LOL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hahahha. 2E1. oh yeah!~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;anyways, today had training. wtf right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;last day of school some more ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but it was okay la. just some random scoldings &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;here and there by jiao lian. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;it's kinda normal for me already. hahah :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;... we {dini ,dah &amp;amp; me} are actually nice enough to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;go to the extent of selling the cookies to TK sec.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;zhafeerah and her friend. {dunno how to spell her name }&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hahahs. she{friend} thought that it was damn nice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i tasted one. it was okay la. hahah &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;we hang out alot during the carnival under the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;pontianak tree. and laid down and stuffs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;also patronised 2E4 and  dunno what class . :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;3&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;super damn awesome :)))))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;then just hang around. hahahha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;after carnival we had to clean up the class. wtf.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;damn freaking dirty. i swear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;had training at vee jay after school. was supposedly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;kind of late?? o.o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;my elbow cracked like siao once. and now it hurts &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;like shit. i can't throw properly. wtf!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so tired now. want to sleep but then i'm still online&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;kwak kwak kwak. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;sometimes i think that the people around me are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;bastards. like seriously. but then now i'm really trying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;my best to be nice to everyone. but some people i just&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;can't . even though i try my best.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;nobody is a friend of mine if they are giving fucked&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;attitude to my friends. they can go plunge themselves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;into a pile of humongous shit for all i care.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;fuck off man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;to hell with you..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;CHANGING THE SUBJECT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ahaha. today after training, fatin asked me this really&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;really weird question while waiting for 31&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;with yu yan and shin yi as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt; i've got new bus buddies :)&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;she asked me " what's cum?" {dirty version}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hahha. i told her and she was like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;okayokayokayokay that type of look. ahhaha :):)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i'm like really trying to make friends with everyone in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;class and with other classes and also&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;with my team mates.i have no problems with team and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;other classes. it's my own class. wth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;my own class some more. where's the logic sia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i've already accepted some people and is friends with&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;them. {see i'm trying}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but then some people just want to start the fire.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;bitches.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;anyways, mr yap is evil now to even make us do &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;40 QUESTION quiz tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so much for holiday. my holiday schedule is PACKED.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;like 2 or 3 times training per week. and camp.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;YAY. can't wait for camp :D:D excited!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hahaha. kay. today took quite alot of pictures. all unglam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;view them on fb! hahah :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;BYE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;current song:battle field by jordin sparks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr hb_tag="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div 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href='http://doubleblurcock.blogspot.com/2009/10/today-is-like-last-day-of-school-cum.html' title=''/><author><name>perfectly retarded</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09626298013220958077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4030604905385304782.post-6829889750064695947</id><published>2009-10-27T19:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T19:20:24.442+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;hello :DD&lt;br /&gt;okay today was kinda awesome.&lt;br /&gt;or just awesome . i'm not sure.&lt;br /&gt;hahas. so didn't have school today.&lt;br /&gt;for i-don't-know-why reason. --""&lt;br /&gt;lols.savannah and dah came to my house&lt;br /&gt;to bake the cheesecake.&lt;br /&gt;fetched them from mrt station then went&lt;br /&gt;to tamp mall to get the ingredients.&lt;br /&gt;then went to mac to eat breakfast.(:&lt;br /&gt;saw some people there. lols.&lt;br /&gt;then went back ..&lt;br /&gt;started baking. all was a mess.&lt;br /&gt;but the cake was nice. but really not for selling.&lt;br /&gt;nobody will buy them. seriously.&lt;br /&gt;it was fun though :))&lt;br /&gt;while we waited for the cake to set in the refrigerator,&lt;br /&gt;we took photos and went online. :D&lt;br /&gt;went on omegle. it's boring now. cos we used it&lt;br /&gt;too much in the afternoon. hahas.&lt;br /&gt;talked to so many weird and random strangers.&lt;br /&gt;haha! damn funny.&lt;br /&gt;got one guy just said to us.&lt;br /&gt;" you're beautiful"&lt;br /&gt;like wtf?&lt;br /&gt;and another one said&lt;br /&gt;"i love you. marry me?"&lt;br /&gt;then savannah typed&lt;br /&gt;" set uh babe."&lt;br /&gt;he didn't understand. thought we were guys or whatever&lt;br /&gt;and said " no i hate you"&lt;br /&gt;like what the fuck???!&lt;br /&gt;hahahhaha. damn hilarious :))&lt;br /&gt;then we watched a little tv.&lt;br /&gt;watched HBO. this show called the glass house.&lt;br /&gt;it was quite a nice show. :)&lt;br /&gt;then went online again after that.&lt;br /&gt;got another random guy said to us&lt;br /&gt;"THIS IS THRILLLLLLLER."&lt;br /&gt;and we replied&lt;br /&gt;"THIS IS SUSUPENSEEEEEEEEEE"&lt;br /&gt;hahahha. lame :))&lt;br /&gt;then went fb. normal stuff.&lt;br /&gt;took more pictures.&lt;br /&gt;and finally we tried the cake out. it tastes damn&lt;br /&gt;awesome. but i think it's only suitable to eat at&lt;br /&gt;home cos it look so gross that&lt;br /&gt;nobody will want to buy them. really really.&lt;br /&gt;so we ate almost half of the cake. then decided that&lt;br /&gt;cannot sell on carnival day. such a waste :((&lt;br /&gt;so it's still in  my refrigerator. maybe i'll eat a little later&lt;br /&gt;:))&lt;br /&gt;then walked savannah and dah to the bus stop&lt;br /&gt;and they left :'(&lt;br /&gt;and yeah. dah said to me like twice this morning that&lt;br /&gt;i looked like a boy. ahhaha. do i really look like a boy?????&lt;br /&gt;"insultive......"&lt;br /&gt;anyways, so yeah. i'm sick of eating and omegle already.&lt;br /&gt;and i ate tom yam noodles just now.&lt;br /&gt;cos i was hungry. so i can't eat anything now. urgh.&lt;br /&gt;i had stomach ache --""&lt;br /&gt;i feel like sleeping cos baking is such a tiring thing to do.&lt;br /&gt;i rather cook :DD&lt;br /&gt;but the cakes tastes really great. thin though.&lt;br /&gt;should have like made it thicker. then it'll taste&lt;br /&gt;FABULOUS! :D&lt;br /&gt;okay i shall take note next time. lucky yvette's mom is&lt;br /&gt;baking cookies. if not we have nothing to sell on&lt;br /&gt;thursday. i'll sacrifice and go around promoting :D:D&lt;br /&gt;okay okay. so that's my day.&lt;br /&gt;which also reminds me. i haven't done my 100 sit ups.&lt;br /&gt;shits. coach is going to press our stomachs and see&lt;br /&gt;if got do annot. cos she can FEEL it. according to her.&lt;br /&gt;i think i put on weight today.&lt;br /&gt;damn.&lt;br /&gt;okay bye! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr hb_tag="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4030604905385304782-6829889750064695947?l=doubleblurcock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doubleblurcock.blogspot.com/feeds/6829889750064695947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4030604905385304782&amp;postID=6829889750064695947' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4030604905385304782/posts/default/6829889750064695947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4030604905385304782/posts/default/6829889750064695947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doubleblurcock.blogspot.com/2009/10/hello-dd-okay-today-was-kinda-awesome.html' title=''/><author><name>perfectly retarded</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09626298013220958077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4030604905385304782.post-7667526121798250594</id><published>2009-10-26T21:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T21:26:36.292+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i so so so so sorry blog. i've been neglecting you.&lt;br /&gt;D: i feel bad as hell.&lt;br /&gt;i changed it's blogskin all and i left it alone.&lt;br /&gt;ergh!!! sooryy.&lt;br /&gt;omg. wth am i even apologising to my blog?!&lt;br /&gt;wth is wrong with me. --&lt;br /&gt;i am going to blog today :D:D:D&lt;br /&gt;kwakakakak.&lt;br /&gt;XD&lt;br /&gt;nicole was so high today. she was laughing like some&lt;br /&gt;mad cow.&lt;br /&gt;now i know where the mad cow disease is being&lt;br /&gt;transmitted from. obviously HER.&lt;br /&gt;anyways, today was damn freaking hot.&lt;br /&gt;i could have died from heat stroke.&lt;br /&gt;--" luckily i didn't die. :)&lt;br /&gt;training was okay. at least i didn't get HUGE&lt;br /&gt;scolding but just a little.&lt;br /&gt;kay got room for improvements :)&lt;br /&gt;let's work together c div....&lt;br /&gt;LAME.&lt;br /&gt;moving on.&lt;br /&gt;i have a little rash on my right hand. wtf.&lt;br /&gt;this sucks. i hate the sun. i get rashes from&lt;br /&gt;the sun. damn UV rays.&lt;br /&gt;yeah and today we got our grouping for&lt;br /&gt;CMPS next year. wth. can't be with dini &amp;amp; dah.&lt;br /&gt;that sucks like hell. dini thought i cried.&lt;br /&gt;but actually, i had flu and was tearing :D:D&lt;br /&gt;my feet hurts like crap/crab.&lt;br /&gt;and dah just introduced me a website where&lt;br /&gt;you talk to strangers.&lt;br /&gt;random sia....&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow probably dah and bannah coming&lt;br /&gt;to my house to BAKE!&lt;br /&gt;eeeee.! how fun ! :D&lt;br /&gt;lols :D&lt;br /&gt;kay kay. going now. BYE! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4030604905385304782-7667526121798250594?l=doubleblurcock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doubleblurcock.blogspot.com/feeds/7667526121798250594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4030604905385304782&amp;postID=7667526121798250594' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4030604905385304782/posts/default/7667526121798250594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4030604905385304782/posts/default/7667526121798250594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doubleblurcock.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-so-so-so-so-sorry-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>perfectly retarded</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09626298013220958077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4030604905385304782.post-7778413809515475059</id><published>2009-10-21T20:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T20:23:10.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;hello :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;so long never post already.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;wtf la. so damn tired nowadays.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;hahas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;so yeah had lunch with most of the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;team on tues, yesterday, before trng.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;and like we're so damn lame la.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;we to kfc to eat, in the end,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;end up buying mac and BRINGING&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;to kfc to eat. -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;and i dripped chili on my pinafore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;it looks like period. -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;okayyy. moving on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;so yeah i cut my hair :) like i real&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;short. lols. i look like boy sia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;but i think it's longg.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;erghhh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;and i think i'm gaining alot of weight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i can feel myself gaining weight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;ARGH!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;FATFATFATFATFATFAT.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;SHIT.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;today was checking scripts. omg. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;can die la. cannot believe my marks for&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;english and geog. D:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;they're like my best subjects. and i can&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;even score a fucking B3 for both.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;damnit. like 1 and 2 more marks then get&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;A2 sia. what the bloody hell?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;can't even beg for marks la. ey be &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;happy we even BEG. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;bustard la. D:&lt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i was damn pissed la. but then, my science&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;have alot of improvement.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;huahahaha :D oh yeah!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i got an A2 this time. cheers! like&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;obviously science is one of my weakest subjects.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;so it's a great improvement for me :D:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;oh hell. tomorrow getting back hcl, history and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;probably literature. damnit damnit&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i scared for my history!!!!! i spent so much&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;effort just writing that few million words.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i have to get at least an A2. if not, i'll just&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;commit suicide. seriously.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;so tired today. couldn't use the internet in&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;the afternoon cos my father forgot to pay&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;for cable and neither could i watch tv.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;so what did i end up doing?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;sleeping. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;how typical. -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;my msn is practically dead or otherwise known&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;as deceased. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;wa lao. see my english so chim. i still get B3. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;BUSTARD SIA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;so fucking heartless la. this sucks man.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;and going through the fucking papers are like so damn&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;tiring. -.- -.- -.- -.- &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;please don't mind my vulgarities.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i'm pissed. please understand.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;ergh. tomorrow have trng AGAIN.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i hope coach zhang doesn't come. no offence,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;but i'm really dreading her being there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;confirm i get scolded like siao one. plus&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;we kinda like training for infield and stuffs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;so that'll suck even more when i make  stupid mistake.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;ERGHHHHH.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;ps. today was sucky.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr hb_tag="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4030604905385304782-7778413809515475059?l=doubleblurcock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doubleblurcock.blogspot.com/feeds/7778413809515475059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4030604905385304782&amp;postID=7778413809515475059' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4030604905385304782/posts/default/7778413809515475059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4030604905385304782/posts/default/7778413809515475059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doubleblurcock.blogspot.com/2009/10/hello-d-so-long-never-post-already.html' title=''/><author><name>perfectly retarded</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09626298013220958077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4030604905385304782.post-4205416580798455306</id><published>2009-10-19T23:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T00:04:49.264+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i'm so tired la. but then i'm still online.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;huahahahha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;my hair is making me look like a boy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;urghhhhh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i ain't aiming for the GUY LOOK.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i'm aiming for the COOL look.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but whatevers. i'm still trying to get tips&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;for styling my hair from guy friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but to no avail. -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i think i should sleep nowww.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;you know what? i rather go out and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hang with dah's primary school friends &amp;amp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;catch a movie than go out and have lunchons&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;with the team. seriously no offence guys, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but i prefer it that way. im&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;not very into team-ey stuff and talking about&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;sb all the time already. it's just tiring me out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and the thought of having to get scolded once &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;again during training tomorrow sucks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;really. that's what's making me not like it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i'm dreading training.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;URGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHSSSHHH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i just hope we don't do stupid things like on fri.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and you all stop making use of me to go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;get and put back the friggin keys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i did that the last training. i was already so pissed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and tired and demoralised. and you'all had to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"make fun" of me. wtf. people have their limits kay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and when i'm pissed enough to randomly go to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;shin yi to rant, she just stands there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;no reaction. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;no offence. but i was pissed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;like what the hell la. how would you feel if that happens&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;to you. huh? seriously. me and dah were already pissed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;about the calling coach thing and starting late shit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;omg. heck already la. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;when i've reached my limit, that's it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i'm not one to be pushed by other people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but some things like getting scolded and punished.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;are the things that i &lt;u&gt;CANNOT&lt;/u&gt; control.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;which s-u-c-k-s. BIG time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;urrrgggghhhhsssshhhh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i hope the new hair style will help me to cheer up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;like alot. i really hope. at least i don't look like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;farah this time :):) hahhas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but still, it's short hair. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;what the hell am i saying?!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i also don't know. god. i just want to sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;damn . dah's asleep already. i really want to tag along&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;tomorrow with her &amp;amp; her friends. i don't want to miss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;out on like either the lunch or her thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;boring la, stay at home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;HUAhahahhaha. aishah got school tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;:D:D i'm so mean sia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i can sleep away while she does shool-ey stuff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;kekekek.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;whatever la. okay, i'm tired already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;nights ya'll. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr hb_tag="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4030604905385304782-4205416580798455306?l=doubleblurcock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doubleblurcock.blogspot.com/feeds/4205416580798455306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4030604905385304782&amp;postID=4205416580798455306' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4030604905385304782/posts/default/4205416580798455306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4030604905385304782/posts/default/4205416580798455306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doubleblurcock.blogspot.com/2009/10/im-so-tired-la.html' title=''/><author><name>perfectly retarded</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09626298013220958077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4030604905385304782.post-969585507560245814</id><published>2009-10-19T20:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T20:11:12.829+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" unselectable="on" width="100%"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;today was kind of as expected.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;yeahh.. it was boring butt......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;not so bad la yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;:) so like met faris &amp;amp; aishah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;at century/ tampines mall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;like both la. i screwed up the movie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;timing and faris was like giving&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;me that kind of--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"EDITH, I'M GONNA KILL YOU!" stare.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;o.o freaky sia. i hid behind aishah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hahahah :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;shits la. sorry uh guys, i screwed up :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;anyways then we went to T1 to shop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;faris bought his shirts. he's a damn shopaholic, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;better than a girl sia. ahaha. POWER.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;he's been acting strange today. like so emo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and then keep going toilet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;lols. he's also wearing black. why so emo sia?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;anyways, then we walk alot and look ard alot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but didn't buy anything. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;somebody said he can go back at 4 , then&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;in the end go back at 2 plus right...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;smart ass la faris. we both followed him to the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;interchange till he got up the bus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;:"( sad sia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;then me and aishah went shopping some more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and went to cotton on. yay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;bought twin shirt :):) hahahs. damn nice la&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;then walked some more. and went to bk to eat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;got so many people. then in the end we die die&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;must eat bk today so we went to simei there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;to eat :D kekekek.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;she treat me. huahahaha :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;mushroom swiss burger is like our childhood food sia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;damn nice :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;soooooooooooo long never eat already....!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;awesome... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;then met my auntie and grandmother {don"t ask why}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and took cab home with them while aishah went back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;awww. sads. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hahahs. i shall skip some parts of this post. until&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;dah finds out tmr :):) huahahahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;she doesn't know anything. YET.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;even aishah and faris knows. bleh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;yeah, tmr have training. that's gotta be sucky.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;going to get scolding from coach zhang again sia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;confirm one. wa lao. sucks la. i don't want leh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;damnit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;urgh. life sucks like that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hehehe. i think i'm kinda exhausted or something&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;cos i was walking halfway when suddenly i almost&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;fell sia. i was giddy. wtf. stupid brain of mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hahaha. kays&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;BYEBYE:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4030604905385304782-969585507560245814?l=doubleblurcock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doubleblurcock.blogspot.com/feeds/969585507560245814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4030604905385304782&amp;postID=969585507560245814' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4030604905385304782/posts/default/969585507560245814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4030604905385304782/posts/default/969585507560245814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doubleblurcock.blogspot.com/2009/10/today-was-kind-of-as-expected.html' title=''/><author><name>perfectly retarded</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09626298013220958077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4030604905385304782.post-120480674525961706</id><published>2009-10-18T23:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T23:27:02.582+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;yay. i changed blogskin.&lt;br /&gt;i think this skin is super nice :)&lt;br /&gt;like really. so colourful and cute.&lt;br /&gt;ahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;:D i'm having a stupid headache cos&lt;br /&gt;of typing in all the links ONE. BY. ONE.&lt;br /&gt;thank me if your name is there. for&lt;br /&gt;those that their names arn't there, sorry&lt;br /&gt;cos i don't know your new url.&lt;br /&gt;so if you want me to link you, tag me :)&lt;br /&gt;i'll link as fast as i can. kay kay.&lt;br /&gt;now it's like 11:17 pm and i'm still using the&lt;br /&gt;computer to do blog stuff.&lt;br /&gt;hahas.and dah is probably sleeping. and aishah as well.&lt;br /&gt;damn. i forgot to call her back. shits.oh well.&lt;br /&gt; let's continue. and faris is probably&lt;br /&gt;trying to get over his climax in the horror&lt;br /&gt;show he's watching now :) he's got no guts.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha no offence. he's just like me. lols&lt;br /&gt;and i'm really hoping that aishah won't go to sleep so soon.&lt;br /&gt;i wanna talk to her. like chat on the phone.ahhas.&lt;br /&gt; i'm given that freedom now.kek kek kek.&lt;br /&gt;:D maybe tomorrow i'm going out with her to buy&lt;br /&gt;her stuff for her trip to st. Fransisco. cool right?&lt;br /&gt;heh heh heh. she's so effing rich la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;let's all go &amp;amp; jump into the river.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;firstly, there is no river in singapore, like those you see&lt;br /&gt;in other countries. ours is like so stinky.&lt;br /&gt;secondly, it's so random, nobody's going to jump into a&lt;br /&gt;river, unlike me :)&lt;br /&gt;thirdly, i've still gotta call aishah. :)&lt;br /&gt;kay kay, i'm going call her already. BYEBYE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr hb_tag="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4030604905385304782-120480674525961706?l=doubleblurcock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doubleblurcock.blogspot.com/feeds/120480674525961706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4030604905385304782&amp;postID=120480674525961706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4030604905385304782/posts/default/120480674525961706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4030604905385304782/posts/default/120480674525961706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doubleblurcock.blogspot.com/2009/10/yay_18.html' title=''/><author><name>perfectly retarded</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09626298013220958077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4030604905385304782.post-4696836246093291838</id><published>2009-10-17T15:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T15:24:03.444+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;i really can't be bothered to post about yesterday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;it doesn't exist according to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;unhappy days are not recorded.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;what's the point anyways .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hahah. i updated!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;just know that. hahas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;today is totally slack. well, exams are over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;DUH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hahaha. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and i'm getting frequent headaches.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;shit.ah. shit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;kaykaybye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr hb_tag="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4030604905385304782-4696836246093291838?l=doubleblurcock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doubleblurcock.blogspot.com/feeds/4696836246093291838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4030604905385304782&amp;postID=4696836246093291838' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4030604905385304782/posts/default/4696836246093291838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4030604905385304782/posts/default/4696836246093291838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doubleblurcock.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-really-cant-be-bothered-to-post-about.html' title=''/><author><name>perfectly retarded</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09626298013220958077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4030604905385304782.post-2301662862138044054</id><published>2009-10-15T20:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T20:27:42.127+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='S.A.F.E'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;today was hell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so many things that reminded&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;me of faris sia.. my god.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;orange people/softball&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and many many others.. D';&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;went to the esplanade &amp;amp; singapore river&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;for post-exam activity. so damn &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;tiring sia... can d**. hahas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;talking to dah on the phone now :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hehe. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;quite okay.. not bad..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hmm. then had softball after that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;totally bushed. got scolded for throwing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and some others.. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;tired like don't know what now..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;had to take 31 back myself cos my dad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;couldn't fetch me :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;nic took with me.. :) thanks dude ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;lol. i'm going to suffer from stomach muscle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;cramps tmr..-.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and i got promoted to leader in the sb team.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;:):) yay. nic was damn mean to me sia..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;:(:(  bitch leh she.. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hahas. in the good way. hahas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;BYEBYE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr hb_tag="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4030604905385304782-2301662862138044054?l=doubleblurcock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doubleblurcock.blogspot.com/feeds/2301662862138044054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4030604905385304782.post-2284050172810768096</id><published>2009-10-14T20:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T20:31:02.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" unselectable="on" width="100%"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;"&gt;it's finally over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;today was fun. in the beginning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but now everything has changed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i've finally knew about the horrible truth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but i don't regret knowing. now i can give&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;support instead and encourage him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;today was good :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;like the math paper was super easy..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;except some questions i don't know how&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;to do.. i tikam. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;after paper was super happy. but had to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;go for some stupid briefing for tomorrow's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;amazing race thing at singapore river &amp;amp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;esplanade. it sucks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;then after that went to kembangan mrt there &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;to meet up with the rest. like the stalker&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;guy was on the same bus as us. and he&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;tried talking to naurah. wtf.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;reached there then faris came a little later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;played in the basketball court.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;took off our shoes. felt so comfortable :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;taught faris softball throwing. then we played a little&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;captain's ball too. then slacked and played&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;stuffs. faris taught dah how to kick a ball :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;careful dah don't kick the wrong one. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;then decided to go to bugis buy bread do &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;was kinda boring. went with faris ,aishah and dah to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;orchard to buy their watch {aishah and dah}. then&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;cannot fins the nice one. in the end we 3 bought &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the same wallet :) damn nice. PURPLE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;faris was a good boy and waited for us :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;then we went to changi airport to "study" but ate at&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;mac instead. then dah got into trouble. so we comforted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;her on the way back and then me,aishah and faris took 28&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;back to tampines. aishah dropped off at bedok.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;it's damn sad cos faris said we won't be meeting again after&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;today. it's like although we only know each other for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;such a short period of time, it's like short memories&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;cut into small days and spread over a long time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;it's like i've known him forever. and we won't get to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;meet again.. he's like my brother to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i don't have one and i think that he's one to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i really really cannot bear to leave him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;faris don't go. and now dah is in trouble.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;why is everything like that? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i want everything to stop here and now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;it's like cry-day for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4030604905385304782-2284050172810768096?l=doubleblurcock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doubleblurcock.blogspot.com/feeds/2284050172810768096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4030604905385304782&amp;postID=2284050172810768096' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4030604905385304782/posts/default/2284050172810768096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4030604905385304782/posts/default/2284050172810768096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doubleblurcock.blogspot.com/2009/10/its-finally-over.html' title=''/><author><name>perfectly retarded</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09626298013220958077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4030604905385304782.post-4969141948800497393</id><published>2009-10-13T19:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T19:28:36.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;one. one. one. one. one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;omg. cannot believe it. JUST ONE LEFT!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ARGH!~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;FINALLY FREE AFTER THAT!! :D:D:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;oh that feeling's GOOD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; :):)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;today was fun :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so the higher chinese paper was just&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;SCREWED. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;damn freaking difficult to even understand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-.- wth. stupid bai jing set one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i will hate her for this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;whatever. i don't care already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so yeah then after paper went back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;to class to find dah. cannot find her. then &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i walk with yingci to the side gate that bus stop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;then i remember "oh shit. supposed to meet them at&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;front gate bus stop." -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and dah called me at the exact same time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so yeah went to front gate. made them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;{dah,nadzirah and naurah} to miss 2,33 buses :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hahahhaa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;kay. then took bus to kem mrt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;walked to kem cc again :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;bought stuff to eat/drink. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so shared a snapple with dah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;then waited for faris to come. super slow..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and last to come was aishah and zhafeerah. lols&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;forgot they today end late uh :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so yeah. the stalker guy keep stalking us sia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;like yesterday talk to us say he was from VS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;then today, cos got nadzirah and naurah, say he from&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;TK sec. wtf?! super irritating sia. some more want&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;info and contact details. we scared then pack our suff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;get ready to run when he comes back :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i'm so not going back there again. seriously. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;faris was like shouting at any random white coloured&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;clothes people asking if they were gabriel. lols!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;then got one was an auntie. hahahah :D:D:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;then we hungry, walked to bus stop, and take bus to bedok.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;then at the bus stop got this old lady like idk what she&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;want la. cos she talking in malay. from what i heard,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;she wanted to follow us to where we were going and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;she hailed a cab. wtf?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;what is wrong with kem?! got so many stalkers/weirdos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;no offence to ppl living in kem :):)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;then we went to bedok inter after running away from that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;auntie. o.o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;couldn't decide where to eat at first, then wasted time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;walking one big round. -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;finally reached mac &amp;amp; ate. i was damn hungry! D:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;then like dah helped me pay. cos my mother only gave me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ten bucks for the WEEK. wtf la she. ill treating me sia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i saw aishah's older brother. hohoho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;kay. lols. not funny :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;few things i did at mac&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;1. threw a fry at faris's table. reminding him of pp mac :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;2. pull out a fry that he was eating. with SALIVA  ALL OVER IT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;3. laugh like shit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;kay. that's all :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and i feel kinda bad putting wax on faris. cos like cannot come off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hahahs. wtv.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;then went to ntuc to buy bottled drinks for hannan and somebody.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;faris kept making me trip la. -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; then went to mp lib. kinda stupid i know. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;nadzirah and huda {new fren :)} went off from bedok inter .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;then we all hung out at mp lib until like quite late.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;things i did at mp lib&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;* arm wrestled with fairs and aishah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;* saw nurdin {dunno how spell sia}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;* read out history notes for faris to record and hear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;{me and dah's voice sounds the same. hers lower only :)}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;* made faris check his underwear colour.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;oh wells. ahahhah. he refused to at first then. HE GAVE IN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;he checked his underwear colour right in front of me sia!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;omg! then all left. went back on bus 31 with aishah, nurdin and faris.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;talked a ittle with faris and alot with aishah :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hahahahs. my bladder was bursting. and so, i ran all the way home while&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;on the phone with aishah :D:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hahahha. i feel kinda bad leaving dah "alone" at the other bus stop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but i really couldn't go home by that way!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;sorry uh babe :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;yay. tomorrow going to teach faris softball. heheh. it's going&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;to be fun :):) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i just realise that this whole post has alot of his name -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;well, we're like "best friends" now :D:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;BYEBYE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;paper left.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr hb_tag="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4030604905385304782-4969141948800497393?l=doubleblurcock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doubleblurcock.blogspot.com/feeds/4969141948800497393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4030604905385304782&amp;postID=4969141948800497393' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4030604905385304782/posts/default/4969141948800497393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4030604905385304782/posts/default/4969141948800497393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doubleblurcock.blogspot.com/2009/10/one.html' title=''/><author><name>perfectly retarded</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09626298013220958077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4030604905385304782.post-8880764944490399753</id><published>2009-10-12T16:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T16:31:46.932+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;"&gt;almost-liberation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;woah. this past 2 weeks have been so damn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;FRUSTRATING.&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i'm so damn tired from studying {not really}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and just going home early everyday. -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;yeah. wait gotta think about what to write (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so today's paper was literature. i think i'm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;going to screw it up BIG TIME. HUGELY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;D: oh shits. never mind, i'll live with it (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hahas. i think i wrote too little.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;cos when i finished, which was like at 8:55,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i look up, everybody was still writing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;o.o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;is that good or bad? i think bad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;d-i-e. i don't care already la. it's OVER.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;can't do anything to change it is there. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;okays. so tomorrow is my hcl paper and for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;my malay friends, sound so racist, their ml/hml paper (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and tk sec friends, math paper (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and vs friends, history paper.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;cheer up uh faris, i know a nerd like you will get&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;promoted to sec 3 luh. (:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ah hah (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;yeah so after the lit paper, went to bus stop with dah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and meet/saw {idk} aishah and zhafeerah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;then like took a 33 to kembagan station.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;craped like hell on the bus (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;then went all the way to kembagan cc there to slack.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;dah and zhafeera went to wait for faris at the station.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;while me and aishah slacked at kem cc (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hahas. then talked for awhile. faris is so SLOW.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;gabriel just lives opp. kem cc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;GASP. then say meet . so we met.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;at the station. -.- lols. aishah was with me (: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;asked some aunties to help take care of our bags.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;lols. omg.the auntie so bitch sia. kay, never mind (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;then faris finally CAME. omg.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;walked back to kem cc. saw aishah's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"MOTHER" {HUGE INVERTED COMMAS}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;haha. "SHE" was cutting the trees.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hahaha! SHE's got a GREAT TAN. :D:D:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;her mother looked like all the other workers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;:D:D: if you get what i mean :):)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;TARGET!!&lt;/u&gt; it's damn hilarious la!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;dah and zhafeerah says it's not. but they also laugh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-.o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hahhas. super fun. then slacked at kem cc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;like for soooo long. talked shit and crapped.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i remember i shouted bitch so damn loud till got&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;huge echo (: then LAUGH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hahah. today i abit siao with aishah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;oh yeah and she lost her phone today. lols.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so much for exchanging phones. still bring charger some more o.o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hahaha. :DD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i had to leave early . wth. tuition la. damn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;:( oh yeah, also bought prepaid card for faris. like the 4 of us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;cos we sms him alot and cause him to waste his $$&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;zhafeerah also buy him present. RANDOM SIA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;{me doing the eye thing. aishah doing the head thing}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;EYEYEYEYEY.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hahahhahah :'D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so funny until i cry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and faris wanted to check his body in public. ew?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hahas. i left in a cab. dah hailed it for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;like going out screaming "CAB! CAB! CAB! " hahahs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;thanks uh babe (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i swear, the driver was laughing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hahah (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i saw marty {spell} today (: hehehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;my church friend (: he looks weird.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;LOL. i didn't know he was from tk sec.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;omg. at first i wrote tkg. hahahah :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;kay kay gotta go and revise my chinese {not}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(: BYEBYE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr hb_tag="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4030604905385304782-8880764944490399753?l=doubleblurcock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doubleblurcock.blogspot.com/feeds/8880764944490399753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4030604905385304782&amp;postID=8880764944490399753' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4030604905385304782/posts/default/8880764944490399753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4030604905385304782/posts/default/8880764944490399753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doubleblurcock.blogspot.com/2009/10/almost-liberation.html' title=''/><author><name>perfectly retarded</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09626298013220958077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4030604905385304782.post-3912597397582083566</id><published>2009-10-10T13:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T13:22:49.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;nice.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i've decided to be nice to all my new friends and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;existing ones cos i' like really damn mean to some.(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hahah. i'll really be nice now :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but i'll give the occasional STARE. and attitude.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;well, i can't always be nice can i?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;:D i managed to do a freaking bao zhang bao dao&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and send it to my tuition teacher at like 12 plus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;last night/ this morning. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;awww. so damn tired man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;:( i think my sms is going to explode BIG TIME .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but i don't care (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;kaykay. shall stop here. my head pain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;D:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;BYEBYE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr hb_tag="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4030604905385304782-3912597397582083566?l=doubleblurcock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doubleblurcock.blogspot.com/feeds/3912597397582083566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4030604905385304782&amp;postID=3912597397582083566' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4030604905385304782/posts/default/3912597397582083566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4030604905385304782/posts/default/3912597397582083566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doubleblurcock.blogspot.com/2009/10/nice.html' title=''/><author><name>perfectly retarded</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09626298013220958077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4030604905385304782.post-5296288617715953431</id><published>2009-10-09T17:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T18:08:18.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" unselectable="on" width="100%"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;"&gt;3 more days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;it's just another 3 more days till freedom!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;:D can't wait........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;:D:D:D:D:D:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;today was kinda fun (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;first had like history exam. was quite okay (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;then after that took bus 31 back while&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;zhafeerah and dah dropped at mp lib.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;dah didn't let me join them with studying with&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;faris. -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;then she suddenly call me. ask me to go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;cos faris wanted my history notes. wth la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;then i went back la. i took 2 trips okay..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;D: then went to makan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;at mac. saw so many people. lols. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;then faris had to go for his prayer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;then he went. took his UNEATEN mcspicey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and coke. -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;then say he lost. so we all very guilty then tried to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;help him. then he had headache some more. so yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;when waiting for the bus to come, i had to pee like siao.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so me and aishah ran all the way into roxy square&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;for me to pee :D thanks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;then like faris say he went back already. so we&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;like yeah we decided to go back. then i took 15 back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;went home and ate. then faris say he at tampines lib.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so i went there after that to study with him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;lols. in the end, we ended up laughing like shit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;over this retarded art book. super funny :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hahahha. lols.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;went back with him at like 5. walked and crapped :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hahah. he's damn retarded la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;he still hasn't eaten his mcspicey. it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;was hidden in his bag. omg. disgusting la!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;then yeah now at home. going for tuition later :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hahaha. thanks for the encouragement genevieve! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i tried my best for my science yesterday :D:D:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;let's see how it goes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;okay. gotta go now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;BYEBYE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4030604905385304782-5296288617715953431?l=doubleblurcock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doubleblurcock.blogspot.com/feeds/5296288617715953431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4030604905385304782&amp;postID=5296288617715953431' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4030604905385304782/posts/default/5296288617715953431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4030604905385304782/posts/default/5296288617715953431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doubleblurcock.blogspot.com/2009/10/3-more-days.html' title=''/><author><name>perfectly retarded</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09626298013220958077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4030604905385304782.post-4195044047181363383</id><published>2009-10-07T18:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T19:11:37.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;"&gt;hectic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;life has been hectic and the stress from EOY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;totally unbelievable. i'm so damn stressed up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i always get headaches and like so tired.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;always sleeping to distress. and those sleeping&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hours are wasted.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i could have used them to study science or history.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;or both. but i didn't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i rarely have time at home to study. let alone outside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;school is the best place to study at. seriously.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i cannot study at dah's house. i cannot study at home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;or at the library for god's sake. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i prefer school. more time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;more free periods are wasted cos we slack and fool around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i really regret it all. i want it all to come rewinding back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;back to start of school. where stress is at it's minimum.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ohmigosh. i want it all to end!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;science is tomorrow and i've not even started studying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;what's happening to you ed?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;why are you such a slacker?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;it's time to wake up ed, before it's too late.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and i think it already is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;just finished chinese tuition. listened aimlessly while the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;teacher talked about the second world war. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;life is going to get harder and harder. so ed, just prepare yourself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;for the worst. cos you deserve that bad ending.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;there are 14 chapters to study for science and i need to sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;my brain's fried after all that studying of history for 2 periods&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;in the AVT. that's what you get ed, for not planning ahead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;fuck. i don't want to get retained. i want to fucking get promoted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;with the rest of the class. FUCK, NO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;even the usual slackers like rachel {no offence} is studying for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;science. i don't know why i'm not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;maybe i've just given up on that subject. i've been doing badly in it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;like the worst subject for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;even math, my most hated subject, i can get an A2. but for science,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i've just been scoring passes and a B4. it's so demoralising.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but i just don't want to improve on it. like i said, maybe i've just&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;given up on science. it used to be my best subject. i've&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;liked it even before i even learnt it in p3.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;where's that crazy science freak now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;where she's gone to?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the moon?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i give up. i'm going to create a new science freak called ed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;that old one died a long time ago.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;:) jia you for EYO !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the torture is going to end soon (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;BYEBYE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr hb_tag="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4030604905385304782-4195044047181363383?l=doubleblurcock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doubleblurcock.blogspot.com/feeds/4195044047181363383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4030604905385304782&amp;postID=4195044047181363383' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4030604905385304782/posts/default/4195044047181363383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4030604905385304782/posts/default/4195044047181363383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doubleblurcock.blogspot.com/2009/10/hectic.html' title=''/><author><name>perfectly retarded</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09626298013220958077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4030604905385304782.post-761771485244012607</id><published>2009-10-06T18:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T19:05:17.605+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;today was okay-okay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;not that fun. hahas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;wooho!~ ms ang finally became &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;mrs tan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(: hahas. congrats!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;she's in a good mood today. lols.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;okay so in the morning was like art.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;which was a free period for us cos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ms della wanted us to do self revision.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and some bitchy teacher came into&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;our classroom and scolded us. wtf?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;we were not even that noisy as compared &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;to normal times like during the day la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;cheebye. then kenna scolding from ms della.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;bitch siol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;next was pe. ms tay was on MC. so we had&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ANOTHER free period. seriously, it's so slack la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;then that stupid mrs guna came and relief us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-.- what an ass.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;we discuss about the class chalet thing also&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;say we too noisy. wtf. what's her definition of quiet sia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-.-"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;then had science. as usual, we slacked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;damn boring la science. we marked the pass year&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;paper that we did and i was secretly colouring/drawing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;carrot {class mascot} (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hahahs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;sabannah siew mai keep saying &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"..blahblahblah.. air SACS.{sex}"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;pronounced as that. and mr seng was totally blur at first.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;then he got it after that. what a slow person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;:D:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;today angela was super funny. i remember she said&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"why all the science teachers walk so fast one?!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hahaha. which is so true. mr seng/ mr yap is NEVER late&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;for any of the lessons. that s-u-c-k-s.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and cheryl lim mentioned that mr yap looked like ice cream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;today cos his shirt was like pink,white, light pink stripes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;super GAY. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;then had recess. went to the field to throw with dah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;throws were sucky. omg. so going to die when training starts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;then bought drink. end of recess.--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;had history next. cos like more than half the class&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;was late for our history, mrs sew threatened to walk out of the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;class. wtf. whatever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hahas. anyways, then like history have alot ALOT of things to memorise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and study la. omg. can D-I-E.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;D":&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;history today was super fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;like mrs sew was soooo dramatic :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;like hands waving in the air and she goes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"KOREA..singapore..JAPAN.." i think&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i can't really remember what she said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;she was also so damn enthu when she was explaining to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;anisah about why her answer not accepted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;like fist punching into her other palm going&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"CULTURE! STRONG GOVERNMENT! OPEN SOCIETY!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hahahhas. super hilarious. like she was on some&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;democratic speech like that. alot of people started&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;imitating her. lols :D:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;oh yeah forgot to mention that for science next year, we&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the sec 2s, NEXT YEAR, have to learn sec3 science&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;cos apparently, the school decided that they needed to bring down &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the don't know what don't know what due to the o levels.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;say it'll be easier for us. and there will be ample time to revise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;before O's and not that rush. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;well, it's not confirmed but HIGH POSSIBILITY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;translation:YEAR 2010 SEC 2 ARE GOING TO DIE OF STRESS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;BECAUSE WE'RE MEAN ENOUGH TO FORCE THEM TO STUDY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;DIFFICULT SCIENCE. HOORAY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;continuation: literature and english next.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;those 2 periods were dedicated to studying for our lit exam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;was so B-O-R-I-N-G.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;then we had like only 10 minutes left before school ended to do our&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;own stuff. slacked alot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i remember jane saying "saggy b**bs" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and dah laughing like shit over "wrinkled b**bs"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and she asked me to imagine your b**bs being WRINKLED.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;omg. obscene. and i laughed like shit. seriously.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;it's damn funny. :D:D:D:D:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hahahha. then after school went to KL mac to buy food.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;took taxi back to dah's house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;then stupid taxi driver cheated me of my $1.70!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;wa lao!!!! my money sia!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;cheebye. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;then we ate and "studied"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;mostly slacked la. but at least i did a little studying on chapter 6 of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;history (: then later after that we did&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;prank calls on random numbers that we came up with&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ourselves. like just pick any number :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hahaha. dah's sis, syazana was there too. lols.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;then dah's friend rapped on the phone. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;at first, i thought it was in malay or something. cos i really&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;couldn't understand. lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i told dah " it'll be alot nicer if it was in english"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;then dah was like " it's english"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;then we all laughed like hell. hahahha. who knew?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i said hi to so many people today. hawhawhaw :D:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and some person {dah's friend, duh} thought that i was a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;GUY. wth. do i sound guy to you?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;do i look guy to you?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;well, actually, that one is kinda. even dah agreed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;o.o wth. i really need long hair. i will persist!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i mean is edith that name even guy-soundish?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;NO OKAY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;it's so fucking girl. hahah (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and i learnt from my recent science lesson that...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;AIDS are originated from monkeys and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;monkeys transmit AIDS to humans through...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i thought of the guy/ girl fucking a monkey at first,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but it's actually when the monkey scratches the human.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;:D my reason would be so much nicer (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;okay so this was my day today. hope yours was just as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;:D:D BYEBYE! ;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr hb_tag="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div 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title=''/><author><name>perfectly retarded</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09626298013220958077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4030604905385304782.post-6949776490710751138</id><published>2009-10-04T15:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T15:26:08.502+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" unselectable="on" width="100%"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;last night's birthday celebration was AWESOME.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hahah. the cake was nice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the food was damn shiok.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but i was irritated by my cousin. he was "sexually"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;harassing me. -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;that ass.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;urgh. i have to start studying again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;got science and history next week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;argh~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;not again. another content based subject&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;NOOOOOO!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i'm going to have to write essays again for history.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;like they say, history repeating itself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i totally understand that statement now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;:'(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;oh yeah, here's something that seems to be damn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;funny to me :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;my grandfather was watching mtv just now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;o.o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;MTV. lol!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;an old guy watching mtv. and it was playing the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;music video of the song, remedy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hahhahaa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;okay, random.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;anyways, so yeah , i'm like forced to study the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;whole of today. which sucks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and i'm feeling a little giddy with a tinge of headache.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;omg. i'm like describing food.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;whatevers. okay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;whenever i start saying whatever, i'm always ending&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;my post soon (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;haha. it's so true. yeah..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;it's going to rain. boohoo~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;actually, it's nicer like that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;getting away from the heat for once. it feels like the air is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the cold air from the air conditioner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;my hair is getting damn shit ass. like so irritating&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;cos it's growing {hooray?} and it's irritating the hell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;outta me. omg i'm listening to future love sung by&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;varsity vanclub. sounds so gay OMG.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;OMG. GAY SIA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so gay~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ew.ewew.ew.ewew.ew.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;okay i'm ending off already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i'm so going to cut my hair once it grows to the length i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;want and appreciate it enough (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;byebye! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ps. good luck for EOYs peepos! ;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" 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href='http://doubleblurcock.blogspot.com/2009/10/last-nights-birthday-celebration-was.html' title=''/><author><name>perfectly retarded</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09626298013220958077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4030604905385304782.post-416912794696797172</id><published>2009-10-03T16:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T16:59:00.984+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;omggggz..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;EOYs are nearly over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;NEARLY&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;which sucks cos still have like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;another 5 more papers to go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;omg. how will i survive?!?!?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;seriously la, can die of stress.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;urgh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;stupid geography make me want to cry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i almost didn't finish my paper.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ALMOST ALMOST ALMOST.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;which made me stressed like hell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;LIKE HELL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;LIKE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;HELL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i left like 2 mins plus to finish the last question&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;which consisted of like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;what.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;FIVE PARTS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;FIVE, FREAKING FIVE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and just before i handed up my paper,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i realised that i wrote the last question alphabet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;wrongly. it's supposed to be a "e" but i wrote "c"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;instead. well, i was rushing what do you expect?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and i  got damn flustered. and i asked the teacher if&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i can change the question alphabet cos i got&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;error. usually, a normal teacher won't let.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but this BLUR teacher let. :D:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;haha. yay. and everybody freaked out after the paper.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;know why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-"no"-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;cos nobody read the instructions and didn't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;answer each question in section c on an individual paper &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;for each question.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;wth?! who the hell reads the instructions anyway?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;seriously! NOBODY READS THE DAMN INSTRUCTIONS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and i freaked. stupid geography paper.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;it was damn frustrating. to me, i could answer all the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;questions, in full detail. but i don't have enough TIME.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;TIME. that's all i need to answer in full DETAIL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i hate time. it stinks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and the bloody basic techniques section A and B i cannot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;answer. cos we don't do our normal CAs like that. and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i took like bloody damn long just to finish sections A and B.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the climograph was the worst.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;cos i misread the question.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;it asked to find the TOTAL ANNUAL RAINFALL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;first, i go find total average temperature.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;see the HUGE difference?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;then i realised wrong. fuck. i change&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;then i go find the total average rainfall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i did the question 3 times. until the last time, i got it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i wasted like 20 mins one that QUESTION ALONE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;omg. i'm so not time oriented.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;then i rush through the rest of the paper. and my hand lost its&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;sense of feeling when i finally finished the paper.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;my hand was like trembling when i was tying the string.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;omg.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;tired like hell. plus the hcl paper before that made me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;have a nuclear explosion in my brain already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the compo was like shit. i wrote too little.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;seriously, nothing came to my mind. usually, i can write so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;much like 2 papers plus. then during the actual exam, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the hole in my brain connecting to my hand was clogged up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and no brain juices were flowing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;no creativity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;D:D:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;then had letter writing also. worse. i wrote the wrong context.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i seriously suck. supposed to encourage my friend that was&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;having difficulties in her studies and give her advice on how to relax.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;instead, i told her how to improve her studies. with different methods.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;OMG.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I AM S-C-R-E-W-E-D.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;that's the end of my nice A and B grades.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;D":&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;after the exams, went home. drowned myself in tv.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;to dull my mind. i really can't take anymore studying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;it hurts. {my brain}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and i think it turned to mush after that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;cos i watched rv from like 3 plus all the way to 6.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;almost three hours.that's not alot actually.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;lols. then went for tuition.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and my brain was kinda decomposing by then.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but i still managed to do science and math for 2 hours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i'm still alright. i guess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;haha (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;today is my grandmother's birthday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;that's so cool. cos she's born on moon cake festival (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hahahs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the first thing i did when i woke up today was to go to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;my grandmother and then shout&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"HAPPY BIRTHDAY!"{chinese}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hahah. lols. i mean i didn't prepare any present. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so i'll just use my vocals instead :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i just finished chinese tuition.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;omg. the teacher can kill my brain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;cos i always never do my homework then she came up with this ridiculous&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;idea of making me do my homework.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;she made me write a compo online once a week and e mail it to her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;she's checking her email like everyday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;WTF.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;what nonsense la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;yay! later having steamboat :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;muahahahhahah :D:D:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;it's gonna be damn nice. i've seen what my auntie is cooking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;awesome. and she {auntie} just had a new haircut.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;it's so short. and nice. i really wanna cut my hair short.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;cos i'm sick of long hair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but. but. but. i made a promise to dah and myself that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i won't cut my hair . i'm going to leave it long.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;let's see how it goes. i'm going to make that my new year resolution. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hahah. and growing taller is another one of my resolutions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;how lame can i get?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;lols. whatever.okays.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i'm going to watch tv again. BYE:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr hb_tag="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4030604905385304782-416912794696797172?l=doubleblurcock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doubleblurcock.blogspot.com/feeds/416912794696797172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4030604905385304782&amp;postID=416912794696797172' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4030604905385304782/posts/default/416912794696797172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4030604905385304782/posts/default/416912794696797172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doubleblurcock.blogspot.com/2009/10/omggggz.html' title=''/><author><name>perfectly retarded</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09626298013220958077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4030604905385304782.post-2264996693491196331</id><published>2009-09-30T19:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T19:43:49.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;okay, so long never post already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;no wonder nobody tagged D:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;anyways, so yeah. i missed out on updating&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;like what, 3 days?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;omg.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i remember last friday, went to S house to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;study. we did our math worksheets and stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;did i say that already? oh wells,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;then on monday, went to her house again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;to study. (: some weird stuffs happened.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;like waiting aimlessly for 3 people and in the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;end they ended up at pasir ris mrt station&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;instead of op. tkg that bubble tea shop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;bodoh..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;yeahs, then met aishah after that like at the bus stop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;we went to S's house to "study" {inverted commas}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and ended, up talk bullshit and crapping like hell (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"balls so big, cranes need to hold them up" :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;RAISINS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ahahhahahha :D:D:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;super funny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;then yesterday, all i remember is something &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;about malaysia and singapore merging together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;or was that monday?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;well, thing is, I CAN'T REMEMBER.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;whatevers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;then yesterday went to S's house after school to study,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and we didn't. we did our art SA2 instead.which was at that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;time, more important, supposedly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so like i took damn long to finish up my art.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and my back and legs were like cramping like shit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;went home quite late , again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;TODAY.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;okay so school was okay la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;not that fun though. during recess, did some throwing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;with the seniors. and i tell you honestly, my hand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;is fucked up. like claire said that when my hand is not 90 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;degrees, my elbow does not drop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;BUT when my hand is 90 degrees, my elbow does this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"down-up" thing. which damn fannoying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;seriously. all my throws are freaking damn weird.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;threw a little while, then went to canteen to eat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i was famished. {practising or my english exam tmr}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;then walked slowly back to class {like usual}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i feel like a zombie now. i had to rush home after school&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;{and seven-eleven visit} for my stupid chinese tuition.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i'm so damn tired. feel like sleeping.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and i've got an EXAM to freaking study for the next day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and the day after that. which sucks big time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and thanks to natalie and nicole, both for waiting with me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;for a 31 so that i wouldn't be alone. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but in the end, i took a 10. oh well. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ahahas. and nicole was obsessing over the softball photo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;she's weird. i swear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i realise that i'm going to S's house almost everyday,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;seriously. which is weird. even her sister is like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"YOU AGAIN!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;lols. which made me feel guilty and bad??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;lols. okay seriously, i haven't bathe, i need to rest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;this day is like sooooo SHITTY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;damn. although the free period that we had in replace of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;geog was SUPER fun (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;like we played dare or double dare. i took on one dare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;where  went underneath the tables and lifted up CG's skirt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but she sat down on it so tightly, like i don't know how,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and i couldn't see/lift anything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;wtfz. anyways, yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i stole her slipper from her :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;oh yeah, with a GRAND FINALE,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;my group won anisah's group + ms tay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;in captain's ball.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;9-4 people. beat that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;HA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;whatever, so going to like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i don't know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;die now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;lols.whatever seriously, i'm pissing myself off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"tired..'&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ps. claire, STOP OBSESSING OVER MY BLUE HAIR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ACCESORIES. SERIOUSLY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr hb_tag="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4030604905385304782-2264996693491196331?l=doubleblurcock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doubleblurcock.blogspot.com/feeds/2264996693491196331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4030604905385304782&amp;postID=2264996693491196331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4030604905385304782/posts/default/2264996693491196331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4030604905385304782/posts/default/2264996693491196331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doubleblurcock.blogspot.com/2009/09/okay-so-long-never-post-already.html' title=''/><author><name>perfectly retarded</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09626298013220958077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4030604905385304782.post-5240303016111200019</id><published>2009-09-28T10:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T10:05:57.885+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;it's home ec now. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;hahas. S is crazy-ing beside me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;she's weird ever since morning. i swear..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;lols.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;sabannah siew mai!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;is the descendants of obama :D:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;hahas. and i'm not lame beyond hope. damnit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;lols. now is totally slack period. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;kk. BYE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;{S says hi :)}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;now they are like talking about noses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"my nose is on my face" -S-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"you're talking"-carina-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;okay got miscommunication.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;and i got alot of typos :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;thanks=tanks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;THIS IS MDM YANTE!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;WHY ARE YOU BLOGGING?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO DO YOUR DECISION MAKING!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;xoxo syahindah(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;replies to "madam yante"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I DO ALREADY LA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;:D:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4030604905385304782-5240303016111200019?l=doubleblurcock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doubleblurcock.blogspot.com/feeds/5240303016111200019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4030604905385304782&amp;postID=5240303016111200019' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4030604905385304782/posts/default/5240303016111200019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4030604905385304782/posts/default/5240303016111200019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doubleblurcock.blogspot.com/2009/09/its-home-ec-now.html' title=''/><author><name>perfectly retarded</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09626298013220958077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4030604905385304782.post-7989465628110648123</id><published>2009-09-27T16:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T16:24:22.468+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;today is so damn frustrating for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;sorta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;okay so woke up at like 6 plus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;cos my MOTHER thought i was late for SCHOOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;it's a freaking sunday!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;damnit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;then she forced me to study. after i wake up the 2nd time (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;blah blah blah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;she scolded me for listening to music while studying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;crap la. i seriously think my mom is a total bitch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;seriously . so freaking controling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;that's why i rather spend most of my time ignoring her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;OR going out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i wish that i could have the choice of not even going home sometimes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;okay, whatever. anyways, so yeah,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;IT'S LIKE 3 MORE DAYS TO EOY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;OHMIGOSH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i regret slacking so much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and now it's only a few more days{3} to EOY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i regret......... D':&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so yeah, gotta buck up!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;in the car just now, my father saw this person&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;that keeps cutting into lanes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;{such a show off}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and he {my father} was like.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;" see the way he cuts into other peoples' lanes."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"never signal also"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"i know without seeing his face that his face is fucked up"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;o.o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;then he purposely slows down to see the guy's face when &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;that guy was going to make a turn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;then my dad was..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;" did you see that? his head so small"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"look like pluto in 'popey the sailor man'"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-everybody in the car silent.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;he carries on..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"the one that always want to steal that skinny girl from popey"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"that big bully"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;this has got to be the weirdest thing i have ever heard from him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hahahaha :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;damn hilarious.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;popey.. what a GOOD example..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and my parents are damn heartless.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;they're going to the F1 race today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and leaving me at home!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;NOOOOOO!~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;what shit sia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i want to go oneeeeeee... can get to see beyonce and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the black eyed peas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;damnitdamnitdamnit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;they so owe me one. i swear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;okay so yeah, nothing much already. today is like damn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;lame. and it's a sunday. whooo~ {sarcastically}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;byebye. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr hb_tag="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4030604905385304782-7989465628110648123?l=doubleblurcock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doubleblurcock.blogspot.com/feeds/7989465628110648123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4030604905385304782&amp;postID=7989465628110648123' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4030604905385304782/posts/default/7989465628110648123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4030604905385304782/posts/default/7989465628110648123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doubleblurcock.blogspot.com/2009/09/today-is-so-damn-frustrating-for-me.html' title=''/><author><name>perfectly retarded</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09626298013220958077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4030604905385304782.post-5959176043244189804</id><published>2009-09-26T19:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T19:54:14.003+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;(: heys. so yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;didn't get to blog yesterday. well, i was "busy".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(: hahas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;anyway, so yeah, tag more people!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;yesterday&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;school was kinda fun (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;like crapped alot during recess with S and D.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;lols. short forms now (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and we laughed about pontianaks {spell}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;in the tress haunting S. cos she made that up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;now she's got tree-o-phobia (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and i remember pee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hahahha :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;S taught me, yingci and cheryl g market malay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;while waiting for D to finish a* science (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;haha. and we had a good discussion about religions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;then went mac. at kallang.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ate mac spicy (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;all three of us. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;saw aisyah there. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;we 3 had a mini competition.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;see who can tahan the spicyness without crying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and S won. -.- she teared before the competition.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;then during, she didn't even give any look like it's damn spicy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;:( sadded.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;then went to her house. and did some studying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;did our math homework and summary for english (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hahas. listened to radio too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;went home at about 5:30.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;took mrt. bored .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;today&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;just came back from church. ahah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;was boring. and i had chinese tuition today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;totally slack. only talked about compositions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;lame much?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;byebye (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr hb_tag="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4030604905385304782-5959176043244189804?l=doubleblurcock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doubleblurcock.blogspot.com/feeds/5959176043244189804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4030604905385304782&amp;postID=5959176043244189804' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4030604905385304782/posts/default/5959176043244189804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4030604905385304782/posts/default/5959176043244189804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doubleblurcock.blogspot.com/2009/09/heys.html' title=''/><author><name>perfectly retarded</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09626298013220958077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4030604905385304782.post-3944379762299247729</id><published>2009-09-24T17:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T18:03:18.816+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='apa ini?'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;my internet is still being a bitch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;seriously, just give me a break.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;one bloody time will die is it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;anyways, so yeah just reached home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;took like one hour to take bus 15 from&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;MP library all the way back home. urghs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;yeah, i've got myself a random {really really}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;malay name. i don't even know why.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i made it up myself :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;it's azmiran. random seh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;went to library today with indah, nadzirah, zafeera {spell}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and naura{spell}. kept laughing like shit. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hahahs (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;then met some people.. i was bored like shit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;they all talking malay. i don't even understand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so i just sat there and studied my history.LOLS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the journey back home was shit ass.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and i molested sabannah today :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i squeezed her ass. HAHAH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;we were passing notes that contained messages that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;cannot be made know to my dear readers because it'll&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;just burn your mind. it's that sick.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;___SEXTOILET_____&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hhahaha! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;yeahs, then smsed a little today..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;um... and so many people tried to cut queue today &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;during recess. -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;lols. i refused to help .ahah! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;whatever. my stupid tagboard is damn spastic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;everything is like going against me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;wtf. i'm hungry...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;makan! now. urgh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;BYEEE :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr hb_tag="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4030604905385304782-3944379762299247729?l=doubleblurcock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doubleblurcock.blogspot.com/feeds/3944379762299247729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4030604905385304782&amp;postID=3944379762299247729' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4030604905385304782/posts/default/3944379762299247729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4030604905385304782/posts/default/3944379762299247729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doubleblurcock.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-internet-is-still-being-bitch.html' title=''/><author><name>perfectly retarded</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09626298013220958077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4030604905385304782.post-3524253732299026235</id><published>2009-09-24T09:12:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T09:21:44.152+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='screw love stories.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;h&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;eylos :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahas. in computer lab one now. (:&lt;br /&gt;it's supposed to be like pe enrichment but then&lt;br /&gt;there is NO pe enrichment. so we're stuck here&lt;br /&gt;doing a survey and fb-ing. (:&lt;br /&gt;it's a good thing actually. ahahs&lt;br /&gt;first period was damn boring. legacy. did nothing&lt;br /&gt;just write on a piece of paper about what i&lt;br /&gt;contributed to the school in terms of cca,school&lt;br /&gt;blah blah blah. lame..&lt;br /&gt;=.=&lt;br /&gt;anyways, so yeah and indah is sitting just behind me :D&lt;br /&gt;hahas.&lt;br /&gt;that sabannah don't even know who EDDIE is&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHHA :D&lt;br /&gt;isn't it obvious?????&lt;br /&gt;that's what we have salutations for, you dumbo.&lt;br /&gt;bored like shit. i love this internet. it doesn't hang like mine.&lt;br /&gt;and hell yeah, no more blocked sings :D&lt;br /&gt;it really sucks. my computer. seriously.&lt;br /&gt;i just love it. (:(:(:&lt;br /&gt;and my hair is in a total mess today. lols.&lt;br /&gt;and i can't be bothered to actually go and neaten it up.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;bored like shit. my phone is actually dead somehow.&lt;br /&gt;cos nobody really smses.&lt;br /&gt;and my phone bill is confirmed explode already.&lt;br /&gt;REALLY. it sucks to have monthly bills sent to you via mail.&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;just hope my phone doesn't get confiscated.&lt;br /&gt;sabannah was like looking at me post. such a perv.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha. and she thinks that "sexy perv" is better than ai yun (:&lt;br /&gt;at least i'm SEXY :D&lt;br /&gt;and yay! i'm actually typing without looking at the keyboard.&lt;br /&gt;hahah! so cool!&lt;br /&gt;i've been trying to master this skill ever since p2.&lt;br /&gt;but it never really worked out. (:&lt;br /&gt;hahaha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4030604905385304782-3524253732299026235?l=doubleblurcock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doubleblurcock.blogspot.com/feeds/3524253732299026235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4030604905385304782&amp;postID=3524253732299026235' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4030604905385304782/posts/default/3524253732299026235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4030604905385304782/posts/default/3524253732299026235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doubleblurcock.blogspot.com/2009/09/heylos-d-hahas.html' title=''/><author><name>perfectly retarded</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09626298013220958077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4030604905385304782.post-12026805965789414</id><published>2009-09-23T20:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T20:05:50.407+08:00</updated><title type='text'>screw it.</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;i've been hooked onto the computer since&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;after chinese tuition. i had headache (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;updated my playlist. stereo skyline's songs are nice &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but then some of them is okay-okay only.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and screw screw screw.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;uh. whatevers. bye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr hb_tag="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4030604905385304782-12026805965789414?l=doubleblurcock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doubleblurcock.blogspot.com/feeds/12026805965789414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4030604905385304782&amp;postID=12026805965789414' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4030604905385304782/posts/default/12026805965789414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4030604905385304782/posts/default/12026805965789414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doubleblurcock.blogspot.com/2009/09/screw-it.html' title='screw it.'/><author><name>perfectly retarded</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09626298013220958077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4030604905385304782.post-1492311887024557743</id><published>2009-09-23T19:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T19:36:35.744+08:00</updated><title type='text'>whatevers.</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;hey (: i didn't know that defending my girl friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;was such a difficult job.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but i like it though..not in the weird way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(: i mean who gets the privillage to curse random people&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i don't know during lessons? it's awesome. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so we kenna thrashed by saBannah's group for frisbee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;we were off that day. whatevers. then me and indah &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;tauporked her on top of dini. ha! we're smart (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and now so many stupid things are giving me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;major headaches. like how some stupid random people&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;get my number and swear at me just to get back at&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;my friend. get a life man. seriously.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and i've not been studying {shit}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and internet is just a fucking bitch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;yeah that's about all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;byes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr hb_tag="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4030604905385304782-1492311887024557743?l=doubleblurcock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doubleblurcock.blogspot.com/feeds/1492311887024557743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4030604905385304782&amp;postID=1492311887024557743' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4030604905385304782/posts/default/1492311887024557743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4030604905385304782/posts/default/1492311887024557743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doubleblurcock.blogspot.com/2009/09/whatevers.html' title='whatevers.'/><author><name>perfectly retarded</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09626298013220958077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4030604905385304782.post-3050890754965891443</id><published>2009-09-21T15:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T15:59:24.362+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" unselectable="on" width="100%"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;my internet has decided to be a total bitch today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;{censored censored} !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;anyways, today, i went to the gym.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;yays :D and now my left hand has equal muscles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;as the right hand :D:D lame.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;then went to some far far away place for lunch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;it was okay. not that nice though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i almost cut my hair again. today. ALMOST.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i changed my mind the last minute :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hahahs. i'm so bent on leaving it long. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;no matter what. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;some people just gotta take a break.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so stressed and sad. for what?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;just grow older faster. lols.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i'm like hooked onto 91.3 and 98.7 hahahs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i mean both stations' songs are awesome. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and i just noticed that my red converse shoes are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;damn nice. just that i never wore them. ever since&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;last year. such a waste.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;sigh~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so... i've not started on homework yet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;how awesome ~ :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i've only did english and its the comprehension part only.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;haven't done the summary. i think summary sucks balls.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;seriously. so damn bloody frustrating.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-.-"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i think i've put on weight. holy shits.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;syahindah sounds like she's having alot of fun celebrating&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hari raya. lols. i wished that CNY was ever this fun (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;well, it's up to me to decide how to spend my CNY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;either be all doom and gloom or be a hyper shit :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i think i'll try hyper shit next year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;lols&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;okay. gonna do homework now {not}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;BYE! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4030604905385304782-3050890754965891443?l=doubleblurcock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doubleblurcock.blogspot.com/feeds/3050890754965891443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4030604905385304782&amp;postID=3050890754965891443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4030604905385304782/posts/default/3050890754965891443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4030604905385304782/posts/default/3050890754965891443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doubleblurcock.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-internet-has-decided-to-be-total.html' title=''/><author><name>perfectly retarded</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09626298013220958077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4030604905385304782.post-5980877713692657189</id><published>2009-09-20T15:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T16:01:30.547+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;heys! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hahha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;SELAMAT HARI RAYA~!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;to all my beloved malay friends :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;haahaha. hope you'all get loads of money!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;:):):)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;okay so today, was super duper boring.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;urgh. my mother forced me to go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;to bedok reservoir with her and my dad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;to WALK. wtfz. walk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i wanted to run, she say no. stupid seh..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;then in the end, i missed my chance of going to the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;gym ... still kinda pissed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;then went to some market for lunch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;then went home. and i slept for like one hour plus?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i'm that tired. damnit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and now i'm having a major headache again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;urghurhgurhg.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;calm down... i just ate ice cream! :D:D:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i love it.iloveit.iloveit.iloveit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hehehhehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;okay. HEAD PAIN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;that is totally not helping me to think at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;not that i actually do, but yeah.. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i still haven't even attempted to try the VS and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;chung cheng paper. shits.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;never mind, still have tomorrow to chiong. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i hope my parents go work. even though&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;it's a public hol. JUST GO TO WORK.!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i'll be glad. VERY GLAD. some may even call it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;HAPPY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;okay, seriously, i'm starting to irritate myself. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;how wonderful. urrrrrggggggghhhhhh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i want to go sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;okay bye! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr hb_tag="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4030604905385304782-5980877713692657189?l=doubleblurcock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doubleblurcock.blogspot.com/feeds/5980877713692657189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4030604905385304782&amp;postID=5980877713692657189' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4030604905385304782/posts/default/5980877713692657189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4030604905385304782/posts/default/5980877713692657189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doubleblurcock.blogspot.com/2009/09/heys-d-hahha.html' title=''/><author><name>perfectly retarded</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09626298013220958077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4030604905385304782.post-642917108126634862</id><published>2009-09-19T16:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T17:06:24.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;hello :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hahah. okay just now that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;post was damn mono.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;cos i was kinda having like a zillion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;conversations and facebooking and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;eating at the same time :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hahahs. the pro multi tasker.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;actually, i can't multi task for nuts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but i actually can when it's this :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i had this MAJOR headache before and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;during chinese tuiton. it sucks like shit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and the teacher asked me to go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;eat some sweets. to make me more alert :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hahas. i'm like talking to syahindah about&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the shitt-ness of life and all its crapping shits.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i can be so dramatically challenged at times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and old people are just sometimes a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;pain in the butt. omg.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;my grandfather is like so fannoying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i don't care if i'm talking bad about my grandfather&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ONLINE. i don't care.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and he made me switch on the fucking computer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and then talk talk talk so long. just to ask me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"is the chess game on here?" {in chinese}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;then later i say don't have, he say &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"ya ya ya. off off off."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;what the bloody fuck?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i need to cool down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ICE CREAM. i've stocked up since the last time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;:) so happy. let's eat!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;oh yeah and selamat hari raya to all my friends! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;okay, byebye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4030604905385304782/posts/default/642917108126634862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doubleblurcock.blogspot.com/2009/09/hello-d-hahah.html' title=''/><author><name>perfectly retarded</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09626298013220958077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4030604905385304782.post-3685190836115999749</id><published>2009-09-19T13:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T13:47:43.248+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_leX6koXA474/SrRvZtmAFaI/AAAAAAAAAJY/r-JS1HgyYw4/s1600-h/16092009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383049942140982690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 185px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 128px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_leX6koXA474/SrRvZtmAFaI/AAAAAAAAAJY/r-JS1HgyYw4/s200/16092009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_leX6koXA474/SrRvZI3f28I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/JGW60tA2osg/s1600-h/16092009(002).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383049932282256322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 183px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 133px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_leX6koXA474/SrRvZI3f28I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/JGW60tA2osg/s200/16092009(002).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;i know it's been a long time since i updated.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;reason being cos my computer is screwed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i can't give a damn already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;anyways, so these few days have been fun in school (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i've been going to the library alot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;2 times with dorcas,yinci and cheryl g.(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and once with aisyah and syahindah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;don't mind that obscene pic of indah. it was my beautiful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;photography (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hahas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;time really flies when you have fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;now even blogger is screwed. and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"WESWAMINIT! WESWAMINIT!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hahahs. enligsh lit was totally awesome ytd :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and i'm just plain stupid and digging my own grave&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;cos i'm gorging down junk food with my cough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;awesomez. :D:D:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hahas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"still confused."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" unselectable="on" width="100%"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4030604905385304782-3685190836115999749?l=doubleblurcock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doubleblurcock.blogspot.com/feeds/3685190836115999749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4030604905385304782&amp;postID=3685190836115999749' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4030604905385304782/posts/default/3685190836115999749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4030604905385304782/posts/default/3685190836115999749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doubleblurcock.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-know-its-been-long-time-since-i.html' title=''/><author><name>perfectly retarded</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09626298013220958077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_leX6koXA474/SrRvZtmAFaI/AAAAAAAAAJY/r-JS1HgyYw4/s72-c/16092009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4030604905385304782.post-4890559473163983210</id><published>2009-09-14T15:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T16:10:56.895+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" unselectable="on" width="100%"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;all in all, today was just plain AWESOME :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hahah. i was kind ass and gave {almost} all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the malay girls in my class hari raya money :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hahaha. i gave 5 bucks man. such a good person (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;anyways, today first period was science..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;bummer. first lesson for the new term-SCIENCE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-.o anyways, was kinda fun too (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;can't remember what we laugh about though. lols.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;then had home ec. all we did was freaking talk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and discuss about our stupid project. and i'm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;freaking paired up with carina {nothing about you} and pei xuan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;wtf?! she doesn't do anything one can. like even&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ask her to write the good things about a healthy diet also&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;take more than half a freaking hour.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;omg. i had to write like the task analysis and the summary of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;a healthy breakfast okay. and i finished both within the half hour.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;it wrote alot okay. ask carina if you don't believe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;then madam yanti talk sooooo long. until she realised&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;IT WAS OUT RECESS TIME. -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;wtfz. wasted like 10 mins of our recess kay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and then went to field with indah and talked to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;aisyah, mustafa {i don't freaking know how to spell} and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;more people that i don't know the names of.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i remember gabriel {spell?} he's damn funny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;anyways, then had geography next.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ms aliah didn't come.. aww..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;then had like free period? sorta. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;discussed about stuffs (: and like i drew a dinosaur.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(: it's weirdish. lol! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;then had english. another slack period.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ms ang is getting MARRIED! wohoo!~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;congrats (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;she invited us to her wedding kays.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but sadly cos it's during exam period, i can't go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;D: IT'LL BE SO EFFING COOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;then yeah, had math last period.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;aw shit. forgot to do something. dang it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;anyways, then went home with indah (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;she's accompanied me {i think?} and we mrt-ed all the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;way back (: she's like retarded la. seriously&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;thanks for accompanying me home (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i &lt;3&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;anyways, yeah. so school was okay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but i think it's still the best without training :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;it's so damn slack.awesomez &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;kaykay. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;gotta go &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;BYE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"throw him over the fence la..'&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;remember indah??? REMEMBER????? :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4030604905385304782-4890559473163983210?l=doubleblurcock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doubleblurcock.blogspot.com/feeds/4890559473163983210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4030604905385304782&amp;postID=4890559473163983210' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4030604905385304782/posts/default/4890559473163983210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4030604905385304782/posts/default/4890559473163983210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doubleblurcock.blogspot.com/2009/09/all-in-all-today-was-just-plain-awesome.html' title=''/><author><name>perfectly retarded</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09626298013220958077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4030604905385304782.post-5469451035548404659</id><published>2009-09-13T18:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T18:10:28.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sick..</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;hey ya'll! i'm back!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;again ! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and this time, i've brought virus along:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;no, seriously.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;like i'm sick.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;aw, damn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;finally softball is put on hold,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and i've got to choose this damn good time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;to be sick. dang it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and i've got a sore throat and damn bad cough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;like every minute.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*COUGHCOUGHCOUGH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;it's super irritating. urgh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;anyways, so yeah, i actually did a little of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;my homework today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;{GASP!}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;like i finished english, one math paper and science&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;yayers! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;such a great achievement :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i mean last time i was WAYYY more hardworking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but considering now the fact that i'm so damn lazy,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;this IS a great achievement (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hahahahs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;reminiscing the old times with someone is really wonderful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;MOVING ON. it really kinda sucks if&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;you're sick and your ____ is like totally inconsiderate and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;doesn't give a damn. urgh. i was pissed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;anyways, so yeah, i wasted my weekend being sick&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and i'm STILL sick. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;awww. fooey.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i ate like alot today.lols&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;2 bowls of cereal and porridge and not to mention&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;a plate of rasins?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ew i know that's gross but what else?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;it's sweet. and disgusting (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;i've got sexy voice yoh. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;kays, finished updating already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;byebye!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr hb_tag="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4030604905385304782-5469451035548404659?l=doubleblurcock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doubleblurcock.blogspot.com/feeds/5469451035548404659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4030604905385304782&amp;postID=5469451035548404659' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4030604905385304782/posts/default/5469451035548404659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4030604905385304782/posts/default/5469451035548404659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doubleblurcock.blogspot.com/2009/09/sick.html' title='sick..'/><author><name>perfectly retarded</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09626298013220958077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4030604905385304782.post-7099544961951657468</id><published>2009-09-12T00:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T00:14:14.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'>poka dotted panties :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;heys, i've finally felt like updating! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;haha. big decision for me to make.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hahahs. kay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i'm coming down with a sore throat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;D: damn weather&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and singapore's heaty food!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;urgh. and i think it's cos i never drink enough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;water. oh wells.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;anyways, we lost, the MGS game.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;we got thrashed. but it's a good learning experience&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;anyways, so yeah training these two days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;was just so AWESOME. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;we slacked like shit!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i mean we only did physical and gym on thurs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and then coach demo alot for us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and today, we watched b' div play against MGS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and then we have like coach talking to us about the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;game and stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;then we like just slack. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;my arms are aching like mad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;urgh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and all hail poka dotted panties!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;they are specially designed for flamboyant people like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ME! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hahahs. i'm being retarded.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and indah realised today that if she didn't smile,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;she looks pissed. (naturally)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;weird , but so true (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and jiao lian just let me do 5kg of weights&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;on my own without support.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;can die.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;D: throat hurts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;damn. good night people (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;wait with anticipation for my next update :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr hb_tag="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4030604905385304782-7099544961951657468?l=doubleblurcock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doubleblurcock.blogspot.com/feeds/7099544961951657468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4030604905385304782&amp;postID=7099544961951657468' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4030604905385304782/posts/default/7099544961951657468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4030604905385304782/posts/default/7099544961951657468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doubleblurcock.blogspot.com/2009/09/poka-dotted-panties.html' title='poka dotted panties :)'/><author><name>perfectly retarded</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09626298013220958077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4030604905385304782.post-5458496543544063206</id><published>2009-09-08T09:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T09:58:36.049+08:00</updated><title type='text'>prayer answered :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;i'm super duper happy that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;my mother let me go for training.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;all 3 days. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and yesterday was the friendly match&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;against MGS. damn sad la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;it was so pathetic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i was blur like shit. and i screwed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but i think i got one person out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;:D hehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i made alot of mistakes. aww..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but i'll learn from my mistakes :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;anyways, more details later. byebye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr hb_tag="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4030604905385304782-5458496543544063206?l=doubleblurcock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doubleblurcock.blogspot.com/feeds/5458496543544063206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4030604905385304782&amp;postID=5458496543544063206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4030604905385304782/posts/default/5458496543544063206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4030604905385304782/posts/default/5458496543544063206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doubleblurcock.blogspot.com/2009/09/prayer-answered.html' title='prayer answered :)'/><author><name>perfectly retarded</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09626298013220958077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4030604905385304782.post-273791056463579534</id><published>2009-09-06T13:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T13:55:11.954+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;damn, i have problem with spelling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;anyways, today is so boring.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i did nothing at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;later going out for lunch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and i'm starving already. -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hurh. no mood.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;tomorrow have game!~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;argh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i pray so hard that my mother will&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;let me go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so today i'll study very hard so that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i can go tomorrow (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;pray first.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"dear god, please let mummy and papa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;let me go for all 3 training days this week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;especially tomorrow. it's really really important.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;thank you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;of course, i'll do a proper prayer later (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and i think my papa getting me a nokia phone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;lols. no creativity. but at least it's a phone :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;okay. gotta go hunt for food now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;BYE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ps. sorry for spelling cristal wrongly :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr hb_tag="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4030604905385304782-273791056463579534?l=doubleblurcock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doubleblurcock.blogspot.com/feeds/273791056463579534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4030604905385304782&amp;postID=273791056463579534' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4030604905385304782/posts/default/273791056463579534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4030604905385304782/posts/default/273791056463579534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doubleblurcock.blogspot.com/2009/09/damn-i-have-problem-with-spelling.html' title=''/><author><name>perfectly retarded</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09626298013220958077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4030604905385304782.post-6717099694836232082</id><published>2009-09-05T18:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T18:39:03.395+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;today had training. and i have no effing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;idea if i can train on monday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but whatever it is, i effing have to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;MGS GAME!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;MUST GO MUST GO MUST GO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;DIE DIE MUST GO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I DON'T EFFING CARE!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;if i don't get to go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i'll kill myself partly cos i'll be so effing sad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and also cos nobody else will&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;be playing third base besides me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i'm the only loser third base man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-.- wtfz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;this is so saddening.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;:(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i thought i was catcher.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;in the end, coach changed it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;D:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;sadded. anyways, training today was kinda fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;or very fun. depends on how you see it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hahas. it's like i'm the latest person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and we warmed up, then played block chase :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;damn fun. it's the action one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and i got molested {seriously!} by fatin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;she hit my ass.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;zomg. so damn pai seh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;it was damn fun though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and then coach came and we did throwing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and then did some fielding cos we have game&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;on monday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i was playing third base. and i finally&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;know what the hell is wrong with my throwing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;:D yays. thanks kristle. {spell?}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;then tried out sliding.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;coach taught us the movement first then&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;we practisd the movement. and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;then the seniors demo for us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;damn fun kays.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and we tried with some help.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and then do two by two&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;then finally, SOLO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;it was damn painful la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;no long pants. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;left thigh grazed like shit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and bleeding.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;damn damn pain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;then training ended and i went to duman food center&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;for lunch (: damn nice jap food.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;saw su fang. LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;okay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;CIAO {in your face nicole}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr hb_tag="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4030604905385304782-6717099694836232082?l=doubleblurcock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doubleblurcock.blogspot.com/feeds/6717099694836232082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4030604905385304782&amp;postID=6717099694836232082' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4030604905385304782/posts/default/6717099694836232082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4030604905385304782/posts/default/6717099694836232082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doubleblurcock.blogspot.com/2009/09/today-had-training.html' title=''/><author><name>perfectly retarded</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09626298013220958077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4030604905385304782.post-899804004796828422</id><published>2009-09-03T19:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T19:59:54.321+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;okay today is just purely weird.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;cannot describe today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;argh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so yeah, lessons were damn boring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i almost died from suffocation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i couldn't breathe cos of some weird reason&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and i have this HUGE HUGE HUGE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;blister on my right thumb cos of batting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and my left hand also have. it's a bubble.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;this is gross.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and today is like the day that cz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;talked so much to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;o.o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;she taught me the proper way to study and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;to communicate with my lao bu and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;stuff to cope well in studies and softball (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;it was kind of her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and batting, i batted a ball that was a pop ball&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and it hit the tree trunk and landed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;right BEHIND coach.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;o.o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i was so effing scared that she will scold me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;luckily, she didn't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;{sigh of relief}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i'll be careful next time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(: and now pains everywhere.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;urgh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;gonna rest now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;CHIAO&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr hb_tag="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4030604905385304782-899804004796828422?l=doubleblurcock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doubleblurcock.blogspot.com/feeds/899804004796828422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4030604905385304782&amp;postID=899804004796828422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4030604905385304782/posts/default/899804004796828422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4030604905385304782/posts/default/899804004796828422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doubleblurcock.blogspot.com/2009/09/okay-today-is-just-purely-weird.html' title=''/><author><name>perfectly retarded</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09626298013220958077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4030604905385304782.post-527833707681201977</id><published>2009-09-01T15:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T15:15:25.469+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;yesterday night was the like the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;funniest/weirdest and not to mention&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;shittiest night of my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i got scolded by my mother just cos i never&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;study and she scolded me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"blahblahblahblah..FUCK YOU."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;at that moment, i was crying cos i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;was pissed. but now i'm laughing over it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;damn funny :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ROFL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so now i can scold her back FUCK YOU.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;:D:D:D:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and i actually studied this morning..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and i abstained from using the computer :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;until now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;HA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and nicole is such a cheena weirdo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;school song in chinese&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;omgah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;tk teacher's day was the suckiest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;except the video. damn nice :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;TRANSFORMERS IS THE BEST MOVIE I HAVE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;EVER NOT WATCHED.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;to nicole chan. just so she wil tag me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;:D:D:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;okay. people &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;CHIAO&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr hb_tag="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4030604905385304782-527833707681201977?l=doubleblurcock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doubleblurcock.blogspot.com/feeds/527833707681201977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4030604905385304782&amp;postID=527833707681201977' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4030604905385304782/posts/default/527833707681201977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4030604905385304782/posts/default/527833707681201977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doubleblurcock.blogspot.com/2009/09/yesterday-night-was-like.html' title=''/><author><name>perfectly retarded</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09626298013220958077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4030604905385304782.post-7239633295258008220</id><published>2009-08-31T18:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T18:55:37.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'>exam stressed enough.</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;my family members have no pity for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;me over the fact that i already have exam stress.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;they keep nagging at me to stop sleeping,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;stop lazying around and stop using he computer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;wtf.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;like i cannot rest like that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so i made a promise to myself:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;1.study harder. or study at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;2.NOT FAIL ANYTHING.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;{btw, did i mention that i got A1 for art? lols}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;3. make time for sb homework even though&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i have to "study"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;that's about all. and i swear i'm going to do all of that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i don't want coach telling me right in the face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;again that she was disappointed in me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;:( saddening.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr hb_tag="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4030604905385304782-7239633295258008220?l=doubleblurcock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doubleblurcock.blogspot.com/feeds/7239633295258008220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4030604905385304782&amp;postID=7239633295258008220' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4030604905385304782/posts/default/7239633295258008220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4030604905385304782/posts/default/7239633295258008220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doubleblurcock.blogspot.com/2009/08/exam-stressed-enough.html' title='exam stressed enough.'/><author><name>perfectly retarded</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09626298013220958077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4030604905385304782.post-8281748815028044406</id><published>2009-08-31T18:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T18:49:46.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;i just got up from my not-so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;afternoon nap.. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;all i can say is that i slept in the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;wrong positions. urgh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and i forgot about the teachers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;awards. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;okay so mr teo got most dramatic teacher&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;award... {gasp}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and mr tang got most handsome teacher&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;award?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;omg. who even voted sia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;anyways, so yeah i felt hungry so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;asked my maid help me make&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;tom yam cup noodle. i ask her if she know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;then she say yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;fuck, came out,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hot water in the noodle seasoning outside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;WTF.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the i ask her out the fucking seasoning inside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;then she go put.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i see again later,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;TOO LITTLE WATER,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;DAMNIT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;then now my noodles damn soft la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;blame her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;fuck siol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;anyways, i haven't even bathe yet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;urgh. ew.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;nicole and her cheena school :D&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr hb_tag="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4030604905385304782-8281748815028044406?l=doubleblurcock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doubleblurcock.blogspot.com/feeds/8281748815028044406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4030604905385304782&amp;postID=8281748815028044406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4030604905385304782/posts/default/8281748815028044406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4030604905385304782/posts/default/8281748815028044406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doubleblurcock.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-just-got-up-from-my-not-so-afternoon.html' title=''/><author><name>perfectly retarded</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09626298013220958077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4030604905385304782.post-5823563806210689415</id><published>2009-08-31T15:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T15:08:28.869+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;hey.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;today was teacher's day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;it was DAMN BORING .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;waste time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i mean i only like the drama performance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and the dance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;other than that, the whole thing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;was so boring. not to mention the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;class party. that was so damn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;shitt-ass lame.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;anyways, so yeah to day went&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;back to sacp.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and it was pathetic?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;nobody went.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i mean a few only went.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and i saw cow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;she's fatter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;MUCH MUCH fatter &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;:D really.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;HAHAHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and my irritating mother go and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ban me from using the computer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but i'm still using :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hahah. might not update till after exams.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so soon!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;september. urgh..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;gonna mug.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;CHIAO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr hb_tag="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4030604905385304782-5823563806210689415?l=doubleblurcock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doubleblurcock.blogspot.com/feeds/5823563806210689415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4030604905385304782&amp;postID=5823563806210689415' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4030604905385304782/posts/default/5823563806210689415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4030604905385304782/posts/default/5823563806210689415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doubleblurcock.blogspot.com/2009/08/hey.html' title=''/><author><name>perfectly retarded</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09626298013220958077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4030604905385304782.post-2546318413031523370</id><published>2009-08-30T14:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T14:13:55.369+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;i finally got to changing my blog song&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;AND&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;my template :D:D:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and i love it . alot.alot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and did i mention that my&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;PHONE CRASHED?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;mine is dead. confirmed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;like it can't switch on. and can't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;charge. and also, my parents&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;still haven't got to buying me a new one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;damn pissy sia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i mean it's so damn inconvenient.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;JUST GET ME A NEW PHONE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;goodness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i hope they buy it today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;or tuesday or monday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;just as long as i get one. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;kaykaykaykay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;us against the world.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4030604905385304782-2546318413031523370?l=doubleblurcock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doubleblurcock.blogspot.com/feeds/2546318413031523370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4030604905385304782&amp;postID=2546318413031523370' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4030604905385304782/posts/default/2546318413031523370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4030604905385304782/posts/default/2546318413031523370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doubleblurcock.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-finally-got-to-changing-my-blog-song.html' title=''/><author><name>perfectly retarded</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09626298013220958077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4030604905385304782.post-235031526030701092</id><published>2009-08-30T12:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T12:51:35.501+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" unselectable="on" width="100%"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;very bad hair day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-.- the worst ever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;my hair is like unable to be combed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and ___ is ignoring me. wtf&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i dunno if i should feel bad &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;or should be angry. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;eff la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;anyways, so yeah today is like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the day to sleep :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;cos the weather is so damn nice :D:D:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;don't know what to wear on monday.&lt;/span&
