<?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-30598300</id><updated>2011-07-30T15:49:44.822-07:00</updated><category term='typical'/><category term='saturdays'/><category term='electone'/><category term='weekend'/><category term='photos'/><category term='charity'/><category term='holidays'/><category term='exams'/><category term='competitions'/><title type='text'>meh.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daring-out.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30598300/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daring-out.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>gerald</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03532001621093575399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W8yU6-gkwQc/Svz-c3mzcPI/AAAAAAAAAME/mK4IW-smMGg/S220/Snapshot_20091111_10.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>94</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30598300.post-7160906898558795289</id><published>2010-04-01T05:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T05:24:27.682-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.psychologytoday.com/files/u45/sad_man.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 350px; height: 348px;" src="http://www.psychologytoday.com/files/u45/sad_man.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Beginning of a new 'me'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ife really sucks more than usual this year. Ive learnt many things but the lessons came with a great price. My life seems to be dwindling into an abyss, or close to one. i do wish to see a light at the end of the tunnel, or in this case, a hole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a recollection of that pokemon movie where the pokemons fell into a hole and landed in a pokemon paradise. And, everything just gets better. I do not want a smooth-sailing life, but i do not want to be on a roller coaster which dips constantly. I want corkscrews and stuff like this, if you get what i mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, ive been officially been labelled as a 'reserve' after a great deal of practising and bonding with the team and all. Yeah, winning &gt; friendship. i agree on that, guess i havent been practising hard enough to deserve that place. Still this bubbling sorrow sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ive always tried to inculcate the 'nonchalence' in my life, but it always end up with sharp lances of guilt. Through cultivating this characteristic, ive caused myself to be distant from many people, particularly the people from my previous class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What ended up was me making new friends and preserving superficial friendships with my schoolmates. Guess i finally understand the logic of 'many close friends' OR 'few true friends' kinda crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I yearn for instant results. Only 1 week of studying and i feel all high and mighty. This downfall is certain, but uncalled for. I abhor my current disposition, yet i do not have the mood to reverse all these shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need even greater motivation and it seems NTU is my only goal at the moment. I lost my passion for many things, and i hope that god will reignite them. i want to be able to relish in my fine achievements and bask in glory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe that i can get through this period of my life. With god guiding me, and my family and friends(those who care) who are still holding on to me, I will break thru this barrier and overcome whatever obstacles coming my way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'Hope is a dangerous thing'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30598300-7160906898558795289?l=daring-out.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30598300/posts/default/7160906898558795289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30598300/posts/default/7160906898558795289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daring-out.blogspot.com/2010/04/beginning-of-new-me-l-friendship.html' title=''/><author><name>gerald</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03532001621093575399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W8yU6-gkwQc/Svz-c3mzcPI/AAAAAAAAAME/mK4IW-smMGg/S220/Snapshot_20091111_10.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30598300.post-8170195273395412244</id><published>2010-03-19T08:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T09:40:14.422-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i realised i have 99 posts now, 1 more from my antipicipated 100. now it didnt really matter anymore, guess i lost that excitement along the way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I havent been on here for a long time but i realised this is prolly my place of solace. talking about stuff with people isnt exactly feasible since i will just ramble on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i havent been a very nice person all these while, and it was reflected by people's obvious reactions. sometimes it can be considered a blessing in disguise, otherwise, it's just pile and pile of crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its a dilemma most of the time&lt;br /&gt;x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30598300-8170195273395412244?l=daring-out.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30598300/posts/default/8170195273395412244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30598300/posts/default/8170195273395412244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daring-out.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-realised-i-have-99-posts-now-1-more.html' title=''/><author><name>gerald</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03532001621093575399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W8yU6-gkwQc/Svz-c3mzcPI/AAAAAAAAAME/mK4IW-smMGg/S220/Snapshot_20091111_10.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30598300.post-8019667662336271303</id><published>2009-12-20T06:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T06:39:05.354-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W8yU6-gkwQc/Sy4204az3iI/AAAAAAAAANs/ZRg2uub-G1w/s1600-h/anjells17.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W8yU6-gkwQc/Sy4204az3iI/AAAAAAAAANs/ZRg2uub-G1w/s320/anjells17.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417327683899219490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W8yU6-gkwQc/Sy420j1ZzSI/AAAAAAAAANk/LzGoEkq9JQM/s1600-h/43.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W8yU6-gkwQc/Sy420j1ZzSI/AAAAAAAAANk/LzGoEkq9JQM/s320/43.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417327678373612834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W8yU6-gkwQc/Sy420fAVguI/AAAAAAAAANc/g6-Oa3mX-iw/s1600-h/5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W8yU6-gkwQc/Sy420fAVguI/AAAAAAAAANc/g6-Oa3mX-iw/s320/5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417327677077291746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W8yU6-gkwQc/Sy42zwFuRNI/AAAAAAAAANU/TP-aa0avukA/s1600-h/sungmin+eunhyuk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W8yU6-gkwQc/Sy42zwFuRNI/AAAAAAAAANU/TP-aa0avukA/s320/sungmin+eunhyuk.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417327664483419346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W8yU6-gkwQc/Sy42zXx2MEI/AAAAAAAAANM/JfDG4vvnzyg/s1600-h/teuk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W8yU6-gkwQc/Sy42zXx2MEI/AAAAAAAAANM/JfDG4vvnzyg/s320/teuk.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417327657957601346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another few&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30598300-8019667662336271303?l=daring-out.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30598300/posts/default/8019667662336271303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30598300/posts/default/8019667662336271303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daring-out.blogspot.com/2009/12/another-few.html' title=''/><author><name>gerald</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03532001621093575399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W8yU6-gkwQc/Svz-c3mzcPI/AAAAAAAAAME/mK4IW-smMGg/S220/Snapshot_20091111_10.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W8yU6-gkwQc/Sy4204az3iI/AAAAAAAAANs/ZRg2uub-G1w/s72-c/anjells17.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30598300.post-5649515954926994909</id><published>2009-12-20T06:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T06:06:32.772-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>For &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TOK YU LING's &lt;/span&gt;benefit.. jang geun suk, 2 yoonas and 2 sungmins..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W8yU6-gkwQc/Sy4u027ibDI/AAAAAAAAAMk/09bFyBZMhLI/s1600-h/jang.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W8yU6-gkwQc/Sy4u027ibDI/AAAAAAAAAMk/09bFyBZMhLI/s320/jang.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417318887406595122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W8yU6-gkwQc/Sy4u1ltttXI/AAAAAAAAAM8/bKXRzXRwXHs/s1600-h/yoona.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W8yU6-gkwQc/Sy4u1ltttXI/AAAAAAAAAM8/bKXRzXRwXHs/s320/yoona.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417318899965080946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W8yU6-gkwQc/Sy4u2Ei_J7I/AAAAAAAAANE/zGghMb9Mgws/s1600-h/yoona2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W8yU6-gkwQc/Sy4u2Ei_J7I/AAAAAAAAANE/zGghMb9Mgws/s320/yoona2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417318908241586098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W8yU6-gkwQc/Sy4u1QlEUqI/AAAAAAAAAM0/RZMgLTGd1lc/s1600-h/sungmin3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W8yU6-gkwQc/Sy4u1QlEUqI/AAAAAAAAAM0/RZMgLTGd1lc/s320/sungmin3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417318894291669666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W8yU6-gkwQc/Sy4u1BF_cxI/AAAAAAAAAMs/_Nfnaeu7aks/s1600-h/sungmin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W8yU6-gkwQc/Sy4u1BF_cxI/AAAAAAAAAMs/_Nfnaeu7aks/s320/sungmin.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417318890134795026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30598300-5649515954926994909?l=daring-out.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30598300/posts/default/5649515954926994909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30598300/posts/default/5649515954926994909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daring-out.blogspot.com/2009/12/for-tok-yu-lings-benefit.html' title=''/><author><name>gerald</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03532001621093575399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W8yU6-gkwQc/Svz-c3mzcPI/AAAAAAAAAME/mK4IW-smMGg/S220/Snapshot_20091111_10.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W8yU6-gkwQc/Sy4u027ibDI/AAAAAAAAAMk/09bFyBZMhLI/s72-c/jang.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30598300.post-6934300314815445581</id><published>2009-11-15T05:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T08:35:23.196-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I think some nursery rhymes are focusing and teaching the wrong things:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 little ducks went out one day&lt;br /&gt;over the hills and far away&lt;br /&gt;mother duck shouts quack quack quack quack&lt;br /&gt;and only 4 little ducks came back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-the mother duck hecks the poor lost duckling ):&lt;br /&gt;and nobody ever asks why or where it went!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex found a hedgehog in his backyard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.metro.co.uk/i/pix/2008/04/HedgehogBNPS_450x300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 450px; height: 300px;" src="http://img.metro.co.uk/i/pix/2008/04/HedgehogBNPS_450x300.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I know how to count its 2. but thats not the point.&lt;br /&gt;i want a hedgehog as pet too :)&lt;br /&gt;richie needs a companion&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30598300-6934300314815445581?l=daring-out.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30598300/posts/default/6934300314815445581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30598300/posts/default/6934300314815445581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daring-out.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-think-some-nursery-rhymes-are.html' title=''/><author><name>gerald</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03532001621093575399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W8yU6-gkwQc/Svz-c3mzcPI/AAAAAAAAAME/mK4IW-smMGg/S220/Snapshot_20091111_10.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30598300.post-7526126645522386545</id><published>2009-11-12T22:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T23:08:09.866-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hallo blog :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PW is officially over *cheers*&lt;br /&gt;*pop champagne*&lt;br /&gt;*cork hits YW*&lt;br /&gt;*FUCK LA! - YW*&lt;br /&gt;*Wahpiang! dont scold f can anot -.- - YN*&lt;br /&gt;*GrizzleY! - Fabian*&lt;br /&gt;*Wahlau! mai cha la - Ethel*&lt;br /&gt;*Diam la, ai de - CR*&lt;br /&gt;*Kan bu dao shui zai shuo hua - YC*&lt;br /&gt;*HAHAHAHA(laughs for nothing) - Debra*&lt;br /&gt;*-_- - YL*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;0.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway i went to sgforum just now, the marketplace actually, because i wanna get these necklaces&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/41Z9Fr1u8WL._SL500_AA280_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 280px; height: 280px;" src="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/41Z9Fr1u8WL._SL500_AA280_.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone please tell me where i can it in singapore ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, one of the thread in the forum is: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Should music be free?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then there was a really stupid reply. Am not going to spell out his name, but he does have a peabrain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;music should be free! not unless you intend to sell it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;most of the artist shown in some crappy music channels only intend to milk our pockets and thats it! compare to people in ug scenes and indie who do shows for the love of it and donations do exist, yeah, and they use it just to cover all of the venue expenses or some will do it a better cause.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;mtv heres a fat middle finger for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;splitting up:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;music should be free! not unless you intend to sell it.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-DUH, then buy? donate? provide direct provision?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;'most of the artist shown in some crappy music channels only intend to milk our pockets and thats it!' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Smart aleck, nobody asked him to purchase all the CDs in the world. He should be wise enough to judge for himself the good from the bad, and just make payments for those he prefers. One cd is only about 20+ bucks, and that milks his pockets? If so, he should be saving up for the three meals he probably lack every day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, does he know about freedom of choice? where he is entitled to NOT watch the channels and NOT buy the CDs?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;'compare to people in ug scenes and indie who do shows for the love of it and donations do exist, yeah, and they use it just to cover all of the venue expenses or some will do it a better cause.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Yes, donations do exist, but donations to cover up for venue expenses? Is the guy nuts or living in limbo? which sane person will offer to donate like 100k to offer some artist to sing on stage in a theatre or a concert hall? Even if the same artist is to perform 24/7, the funds he received in a month will probably be insufficient to even cover up half an hour's rental fees of a concert hall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also, love for music = getting donations? What if some prick who absolutely adores music is so untalented and tonedeaf that nobody is willing to donate anything?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;'mtv heres a fat middle finger for you'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;At least MTV's more successful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30598300-7526126645522386545?l=daring-out.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30598300/posts/default/7526126645522386545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30598300/posts/default/7526126645522386545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daring-out.blogspot.com/2009/11/hallo-blog-pw-is-officially-over-cheers.html' title=''/><author><name>gerald</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03532001621093575399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W8yU6-gkwQc/Svz-c3mzcPI/AAAAAAAAAME/mK4IW-smMGg/S220/Snapshot_20091111_10.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30598300.post-177842595019869512</id><published>2009-10-29T09:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T09:25:54.856-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>moin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dramas often have these introductory songs at the start or something. I think that its kinda dumb sometimes, especially for the family drama serials. They often portray a full family at the end, with the happy couples. Viewers will then know that X will be with Y, while Y will not be with Z, even if currently, Y is with Z. See its already a spoiler.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, when the drama is about marriages, it's worse. It shows the ending directly. All the marriages are laid out side by side, and the single lads and lasses will be sidelined.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It beats the purpose totally. And this is MOST frequent in singapore dramas. kinda pointless and stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Americans are smarter, most of the time there isnt even an intro song. they go straight to the airing, which isnt a waste of time or resources. Some songs may be nice, but it can be irritating.. and unless the dramas like really cool, nobody's gonna bother about the song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least do it the TXFB way, the song is so drama and the plot is simply perfect, with so much twists here and there. HK dramas FTW. Some of the Americans' too, like Supernatural :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sg dramas = TCMI &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OP is driving me mad. ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30598300-177842595019869512?l=daring-out.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30598300/posts/default/177842595019869512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30598300/posts/default/177842595019869512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daring-out.blogspot.com/2009/10/moin-dramas-often-have-these.html' title=''/><author><name>gerald</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03532001621093575399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W8yU6-gkwQc/Svz-c3mzcPI/AAAAAAAAAME/mK4IW-smMGg/S220/Snapshot_20091111_10.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30598300.post-7807140800216917899</id><published>2009-10-17T06:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T06:48:26.667-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I swear my family is breeding alcoholism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W8yU6-gkwQc/StnDQOqMmXI/AAAAAAAAALw/yjpeVGN1agk/s1600-h/Snapshot_20091017_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W8yU6-gkwQc/StnDQOqMmXI/AAAAAAAAALw/yjpeVGN1agk/s320/Snapshot_20091017_2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393556712333285746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have drank wine soooooo many times this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, I aint complaining, i like it :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think i need to change my blogskin, but im so lazy to find.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of the skins are so girlish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i37.tinypic.com/f6i6r.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 140px; height: 102px;" src="http://i37.tinypic.com/f6i6r.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just watched the sickest video called '3 men 1 hammer'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its GROSS TTM TTM TTM X9999999999999999999999999&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you have been &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;warned&lt;/span&gt; to even see the preview pictures:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.encyclopediadramatica.com/images/2/24/Death2.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 176px; height: 144px;" src="http://images.encyclopediadramatica.com/images/2/24/Death2.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;watch it &lt;a href="http://forum.uncoverreality.com/audio-video/52789-murderers-brutally-kill-man-camera-beware-sickest-thing-you-will-ever-see.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good luck for the dardevils :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30598300-7807140800216917899?l=daring-out.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30598300/posts/default/7807140800216917899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30598300/posts/default/7807140800216917899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daring-out.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-swear-my-family-is-breeding.html' title=''/><author><name>gerald</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03532001621093575399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W8yU6-gkwQc/Svz-c3mzcPI/AAAAAAAAAME/mK4IW-smMGg/S220/Snapshot_20091111_10.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W8yU6-gkwQc/StnDQOqMmXI/AAAAAAAAALw/yjpeVGN1agk/s72-c/Snapshot_20091017_2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30598300.post-1490908185000702400</id><published>2009-10-11T07:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T09:37:38.248-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Many things happened recently, things that make me awe and things which make me wanna leave Singapore even more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Emigration&lt;/span&gt;(dont read if you are P-A-T-R-I-O-T-I-C)&lt;br /&gt;I have talked to my parents about emigration. If i dont get a place in local U, i am emigrating.. maybe to US, thailand, or aus to join relatives, or france to join alex :) or canada/wherever i have connections. Even if i do get in, i WILL leave AFTER my studies :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emigration is AFTER NS, because if i default NS, i gotta pay 70k, not like some talented music bastard who only paid 5k. and PR can take up to 5 years to attain, so its impossible to default for 5 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NS is kinda stupid actually, by engaging in wars, we are 'kay kiang'. Imagine 1000 battalions of ever ready SG soldiers engaging in a war with any country, one atomic bomb and we are GONE. theres no light at the end of the tunnel, theres no chance to fight back at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who cares about how much training you have? you still die. we wasted our 2 years of training for nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rebuttal? yeah, we shouldnt rely on mercenaries, and we have GREAT airforce, navy yadaa yadaa. BUTTTTT, if we are under siege, without ANY natural resources, how far can we go? yes, other countries smart enough can do that, freeze our assets. sure, somebody can go on about singapore having complex connections with this and that country, but at the end of the day, who would wanna support a country small as a dot and without anything to offer? when its at war, there wont be investments, hot money inflows etc etc etc.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we gotta reservice every year. cool shit. more life wasted. meh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we talked about DRIVING. and i realised i cant get my driving license till im at least 21 because at 18, i have A levels, so its not advisable, due to long waiting time of BTT, FTT and the actual. then, followed by 2 years of shit training, before im free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talked to kyle some time back, he got his license at 16. hes in US. im SO envious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe i shouldnt be, because currently, SG has OVERPOPULATION of vehicles. ohwell, we are a SMALL nation. and no point flaunting driving skills, you cant even drive more than 120mph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats singapore. thats why im emigrating. i wouldnt want my child to suffer the shit education system here either. meh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Stupid Visual Checks @ Airports&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was on a bus going to the airport yesterday. there was this visual screening where one officer would come up the bus and briefly sweep across the bus, checking whether there are suspicious articles or people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS IS SO DUMB. terrorists have brains too. they can wear casual clothings and hide whatever vicious bombs in pikachu bags too! they are not characterized by moustaches, scarves which veiled their face, dark glasses and tanned skin. meh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;prior to that, there should be like a metal detector instead, even though that isnt a guaranteed check either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALSO, the staff that does the checks are kinda half-hearted. the more hardworking ones would look at every seat, the lazier ones would just strut up and down the aisle like model-wannabes.&lt;br /&gt;that kinda attitude would jeopardize us, but to contradict myself, i wouldnt blame them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they probably have the same mindset: terrorists CAN disguise too. also, they gotta be bored.. how many damn buses do they have to check? repetitive work sucks, i know that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just abolish the checks dammit, its a waste of time and resources.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Things that made me AWE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;this:&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W8yU6-gkwQc/StIGzB5UJ1I/AAAAAAAAALg/5hfnu4n2BBM/s1600-h/DSC09374.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W8yU6-gkwQc/StIGzB5UJ1I/AAAAAAAAALg/5hfnu4n2BBM/s320/DSC09374.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391379177667831634" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;the carrotcake shop in ION actually used this 'pager' to inform their customers that their orders are ready.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W8yU6-gkwQc/StIGzi6j0iI/AAAAAAAAALo/UrlVveNs7aU/s1600-h/DSC09375.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W8yU6-gkwQc/StIGzi6j0iI/AAAAAAAAALo/UrlVveNs7aU/s320/DSC09375.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391379186531422754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is how it looks when its sounding the alarm!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;For anybody interested:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0eZKDfkv_yI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0eZKDfkv_yI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30598300-1490908185000702400?l=daring-out.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30598300/posts/default/1490908185000702400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30598300/posts/default/1490908185000702400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daring-out.blogspot.com/2009/10/many-things-happened-recently-things.html' title=''/><author><name>gerald</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03532001621093575399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W8yU6-gkwQc/Svz-c3mzcPI/AAAAAAAAAME/mK4IW-smMGg/S220/Snapshot_20091111_10.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W8yU6-gkwQc/StIGzB5UJ1I/AAAAAAAAALg/5hfnu4n2BBM/s72-c/DSC09374.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30598300.post-6294407857780532435</id><published>2009-10-03T08:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T09:12:51.957-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Recently i think my lame cells spreaded too rampantly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W8yU6-gkwQc/Ssd1DPWB4qI/AAAAAAAAALA/nNd20Umk0PI/s1600-h/Untitled.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W8yU6-gkwQc/Ssd1DPWB4qI/AAAAAAAAALA/nNd20Umk0PI/s320/Untitled.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388404177691075234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;hat is how Yuling and I wasted 5 minutes of our lives on FB. Within that short 5 mins, we flooded many people's notifications :] it was definitely fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W8yU6-gkwQc/Ssd2LxDsTII/AAAAAAAAALI/s4yaithjOkE/s1600-h/DSC09300.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W8yU6-gkwQc/Ssd2LxDsTII/AAAAAAAAALI/s4yaithjOkE/s320/DSC09300.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388405423691549826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;These are my snacks for an hour's self-study at home. :}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W8yU6-gkwQc/Ssd2gSqOI1I/AAAAAAAAALQ/LPZn0zGvu6Y/s1600-h/DSC09282.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W8yU6-gkwQc/Ssd2gSqOI1I/AAAAAAAAALQ/LPZn0zGvu6Y/s320/DSC09282.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388405776308904786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My (slanted D:) Eiffel Tower i built a while ago. Pretty magnificent eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W8yU6-gkwQc/Ssd3B8pbh5I/AAAAAAAAALY/eELaH40whvg/s1600-h/DSC09319.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W8yU6-gkwQc/Ssd3B8pbh5I/AAAAAAAAALY/eELaH40whvg/s320/DSC09319.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388406354515560338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Recent haze around my area. not too prominent, but still visible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then go on youtube and search for khai singapore comedy :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enjoy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30598300-6294407857780532435?l=daring-out.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30598300/posts/default/6294407857780532435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30598300/posts/default/6294407857780532435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daring-out.blogspot.com/2009/10/recently-i-think-my-lame-cells-spreaded.html' title=''/><author><name>gerald</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03532001621093575399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W8yU6-gkwQc/Svz-c3mzcPI/AAAAAAAAAME/mK4IW-smMGg/S220/Snapshot_20091111_10.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W8yU6-gkwQc/Ssd1DPWB4qI/AAAAAAAAALA/nNd20Umk0PI/s72-c/Untitled.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30598300.post-3241849087549362697</id><published>2009-09-30T01:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T01:56:05.101-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have just met the biggest hypocrite of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30598300-3241849087549362697?l=daring-out.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30598300/posts/default/3241849087549362697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30598300/posts/default/3241849087549362697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daring-out.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-have-just-met-biggest-hypocrite-of-my.html' title=''/><author><name>gerald</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03532001621093575399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W8yU6-gkwQc/Svz-c3mzcPI/AAAAAAAAAME/mK4IW-smMGg/S220/Snapshot_20091111_10.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30598300.post-4681164873536708849</id><published>2009-09-26T04:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T04:56:48.983-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>well, today was GGGP paper. note, it's GG GP paper. geddit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W8yU6-gkwQc/Sr35mtnU1yI/AAAAAAAAAKg/U7D_u7jvgok/s1600-h/DSC09281.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W8yU6-gkwQc/Sr35mtnU1yI/AAAAAAAAAKg/U7D_u7jvgok/s320/DSC09281.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385735172879865634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is my room. its messy and just stuffy. Im gonna revamp the whole room during my dec holiday break. its mighty small and i absolutely loathe the windows. for now, im saving up. im on a budget. hopefully it will be a budget surplus instead of a deficit by the end of the year. the closets and tables gotta go definitely. it will be a good project :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W8yU6-gkwQc/Sr3-ACxtJAI/AAAAAAAAAK4/-eORXtdR-ME/s1600-h/P7030291.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 298px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W8yU6-gkwQc/Sr3-ACxtJAI/AAAAAAAAAK4/-eORXtdR-ME/s320/P7030291.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385740006103786498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W8yU6-gkwQc/Sr39_hcVNlI/AAAAAAAAAKw/5ay4Ogntx2c/s1600-h/DSC05459.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 290px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W8yU6-gkwQc/Sr39_hcVNlI/AAAAAAAAAKw/5ay4Ogntx2c/s320/DSC05459.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385739997155767890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W8yU6-gkwQc/Sr39_A5nsHI/AAAAAAAAAKo/ZVqRdvnAGWM/s1600-h/DSC00011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W8yU6-gkwQc/Sr39_A5nsHI/AAAAAAAAAKo/ZVqRdvnAGWM/s320/DSC00011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385739988420243570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Photos: newest to oldest :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dedicate this post to ADLUCIA LIM ZHI YI. hey, its been a while now. hope its all cool still. sorry for the realllllllly late posting. but at least i did! Better late than never. I will always cherish the past memories we had, especially the camming sessions, DDRs and the beaches! and of course our favourite bananas and biscuits. The seemingly endless bickerings are great recollections too. I am actually really thankful for all your support during my lowest and most insane moments in the 4 years that we had spent together. I hope that we will remain really great friends even though we have parted ways, to our different future endeavours. We will hang out soon and often, again. &lt;3 :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30598300-4681164873536708849?l=daring-out.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30598300/posts/default/4681164873536708849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30598300/posts/default/4681164873536708849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daring-out.blogspot.com/2009/09/well-today-was-gggp-paper.html' title=''/><author><name>gerald</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03532001621093575399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W8yU6-gkwQc/Svz-c3mzcPI/AAAAAAAAAME/mK4IW-smMGg/S220/Snapshot_20091111_10.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W8yU6-gkwQc/Sr35mtnU1yI/AAAAAAAAAKg/U7D_u7jvgok/s72-c/DSC09281.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30598300.post-1289596805000366867</id><published>2009-09-10T08:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T08:53:00.641-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i like this joke:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The story goes that there was this Asian lady married to an English gentleman and they lived in London. The poor lady was not very proficient in English, but managed to communicate with her husband.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The real problem arose whenever she had to shop for groceries. One day, she went to the butcher and wanted to buy pork legs.  She didn’t know how to put forward her request, and in desperation, lifted up her skirt to show her thighs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The butcher got the message and the lady went home with pork legs. The next day, she needed to get chicken breasts. Again, she didn’t know how to say, and so she unbuttoned her blouse to show the butcher her breast. The lady&lt;br /&gt;got what she wanted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 3rd day, the poor lady needed to buy sausages. She brought her husband to the store…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(please scroll page down)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What were you thinking?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HellOOOooooooOOOooo, her husband speaks English! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30598300-1289596805000366867?l=daring-out.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30598300/posts/default/1289596805000366867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30598300/posts/default/1289596805000366867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daring-out.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-like-this-joke-story-goes-that-there.html' title=''/><author><name>gerald</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03532001621093575399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W8yU6-gkwQc/Svz-c3mzcPI/AAAAAAAAAME/mK4IW-smMGg/S220/Snapshot_20091111_10.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30598300.post-2541541341444142599</id><published>2009-09-04T03:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T08:23:03.554-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img=http://p65.sg/newp65/wp-content/uploads/2009/08/2-300x197.jpg&gt;this&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;urgh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My new best friend is called mimi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she jumps and lives in my nose and will never leave, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at least for tonight&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30598300-2541541341444142599?l=daring-out.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30598300/posts/default/2541541341444142599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30598300/posts/default/2541541341444142599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daring-out.blogspot.com/2009/09/imghttpp65.html' title=''/><author><name>gerald</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03532001621093575399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W8yU6-gkwQc/Svz-c3mzcPI/AAAAAAAAAME/mK4IW-smMGg/S220/Snapshot_20091111_10.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30598300.post-5815301042040096340</id><published>2009-09-02T01:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T08:23:38.771-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Create Talents just asked me down for an interview for freelance modelling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hm.. heard its pretty much scam but i might wanna see how it goes anyway :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and no i wont pay&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30598300-5815301042040096340?l=daring-out.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30598300/posts/default/5815301042040096340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30598300/posts/default/5815301042040096340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daring-out.blogspot.com/2009/09/create-talents-just-called-me-and-go.html' title=''/><author><name>gerald</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03532001621093575399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W8yU6-gkwQc/Svz-c3mzcPI/AAAAAAAAAME/mK4IW-smMGg/S220/Snapshot_20091111_10.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30598300.post-1001546879480772170</id><published>2009-09-01T08:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T08:24:58.020-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I feel really happy today :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sehr gluecklich sein!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see, yesterday i was out celebrating with the escape people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we went to katong for karaoke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my dad called me 12 times and sent a msg, in which i only reply at 11pm(my bad)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah i know i suck, but if u read what was below, u might somehow understand why im so fucked up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my dad sent me a msg this afternoon just before i left the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this was a really special msg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it read that he was disappointed in my response yesterday and that he thinks that our dad-son relationship seems to &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dwindle. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he thinks that more should be done and he wishes to liase with me, so that we can improve on it together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was so proud of that msg, i didnt think that he would ever send something like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he started his message with 'my son, gerald, ...' too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its such a leap. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and we just had a good talk just now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its not too indepth, but at least its a progress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we might be going to sengkang swimming complex for fun this sunday :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, and steve made me really happy today too :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im posting some pics probably tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;night people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30598300-1001546879480772170?l=daring-out.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30598300/posts/default/1001546879480772170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30598300/posts/default/1001546879480772170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daring-out.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-feel-really-happy-today-sehr_01.html' title=''/><author><name>gerald</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03532001621093575399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W8yU6-gkwQc/Svz-c3mzcPI/AAAAAAAAAME/mK4IW-smMGg/S220/Snapshot_20091111_10.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30598300.post-2301532448708276410</id><published>2009-08-26T05:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T05:25:20.597-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Its like less than 2months before promos, 36days to be exact. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im totally unprepared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well i do wish i can leave this stressful life and live somewhere else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont mind GERMANY(DUH), UK, Cyprus(ALEX, U NOE lOL) or anywhere else actually&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;except some ghetto place and places like china, india blahblahblah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need a change of phone too, this phone sucks X999&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to post some pictures actually, but i dont have much to post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH, SAMBA MASALA is PRETTY COOL, GO CHECK IT OUT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if i have the choice, i dont mind joining it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ITS MIGHTY COOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;werd werd werd!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah i think piercings anywhere else except the ears are pretty gross.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shant go on elaborating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i think some people are trying to hard to impress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its like they fucking have no life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30598300-2301532448708276410?l=daring-out.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30598300/posts/default/2301532448708276410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30598300/posts/default/2301532448708276410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daring-out.blogspot.com/2009/08/its-like-less-than-2months-before.html' title=''/><author><name>gerald</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03532001621093575399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W8yU6-gkwQc/Svz-c3mzcPI/AAAAAAAAAME/mK4IW-smMGg/S220/Snapshot_20091111_10.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30598300.post-5360037985141566353</id><published>2009-08-14T08:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T08:31:32.771-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>woah, its been at least 9347394867days since ive been here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bin gut, ja alles klar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Ive made a very important choice recently, to drop a subject.&lt;br /&gt;thats not very important, but i think its my greatest choice ever.&lt;br /&gt;there are consequences and i might not hang out with the guys again, but ohwell,&lt;br /&gt;life goes on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im dignosed with &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;temporary &lt;/span&gt;LBP&lt;br /&gt;my lips and my face have been white frequently.&lt;br /&gt;awesome.&lt;br /&gt;they are dragging me to HELL urgh, i dont wanna see the chinese medics!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30598300-5360037985141566353?l=daring-out.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30598300/posts/default/5360037985141566353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30598300/posts/default/5360037985141566353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daring-out.blogspot.com/2009/08/woah-its-been-at-least-9347394867days.html' title=''/><author><name>gerald</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03532001621093575399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W8yU6-gkwQc/Svz-c3mzcPI/AAAAAAAAAME/mK4IW-smMGg/S220/Snapshot_20091111_10.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30598300.post-7486254387218635800</id><published>2009-07-21T06:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T07:22:40.560-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Moin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Realised that i cant contain hatred for long, whatever happened seem long gone and forgotten, maybe its a good thing :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.............PWPWPWPW............&lt;br /&gt;.............M..............H............&lt;br /&gt;.............O..........IHATEE........    &lt;br /&gt;.............E..........S.......O........  &lt;br /&gt;.............M..........TUPIDM........&lt;br /&gt;.............O...............S............ &lt;br /&gt;.............E...........SSIIIAN.......&lt;br /&gt;.............M...............A............&lt;br /&gt;.............O...............N............&lt;br /&gt;.............E..............Z.Z...........&lt;br /&gt;.............M............Z....Z.........    &lt;br /&gt;.............O...........Z......Z........&lt;br /&gt;.............E..............................&lt;br /&gt;wasteoflifewasteoflifewasteoflife&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30598300-7486254387218635800?l=daring-out.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30598300/posts/default/7486254387218635800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30598300/posts/default/7486254387218635800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daring-out.blogspot.com/2009/07/moin-realised-that-i-cant-contain.html' title=''/><author><name>gerald</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03532001621093575399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W8yU6-gkwQc/Svz-c3mzcPI/AAAAAAAAAME/mK4IW-smMGg/S220/Snapshot_20091111_10.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30598300.post-5645247158158943111</id><published>2009-07-19T08:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T08:45:35.755-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;emo post, u are warned.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shit happens, and today it did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well first i spoilt my earphone, den my family had some fucked up issue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well i was called spoilt(who spoilt me?), and non-self-reflective(right, sms not?)..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh it all arose from something rather small, like the fucked up DELL PC which i intend to repair maybe 10-20mins later, or when they go out for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den i learnt that 'parents are not role models, neither are siblings' exist, since 'traditional' and 'shy' parents are not &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;supposed &lt;/span&gt;to say sorry, but their children are supposed to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den i lost all respect of somebody because she is unable to substantiate any of her points well, but instead, exercise her authority with a 'dont test my limit' when she was trying to 'reconcile'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;did i mention that they were all enjoying their tv programs when they said they are worried?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway they have many weak points, especially about the memories thing. i dont have the best memory, but i was so disappointed that i have better memories of things i did well yet it was not ever taken into consideration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speaking about taking the first step, what was their first step in engaging a decent conversation without snapping or just shutting the fuck up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks for all your contributions tho, i wouldnt be this way if ud never taught me like u did. I love all my materials too, which is equivalent to ur love. appreciate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how i wish i was borned somewhere else, like america or the UK where by 18 i would have my own place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;then the not so emo part..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel mighty lucky i have muhd and lw.. they &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;are&lt;/span&gt; my best pals, listening and cheering me up. i really dunno what i will do without them. despite them having their stuff to be busy with, they took the time to provide a listening ear and doing all they can, trying to help me tide over. i would not ask for anyone better than them. i wont give anything up for them really, never ever felt so touched before, and understood. THANKS GUYS, I KNOW U WILL READ THIS. or i hope u would. &lt;3 dont give a damn if its mushy or gay :])&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna do some ionic eqm tut now,&lt;br /&gt;laters.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30598300-5645247158158943111?l=daring-out.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30598300/posts/default/5645247158158943111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30598300/posts/default/5645247158158943111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daring-out.blogspot.com/2009/07/emo-post-u-are-warned.html' title=''/><author><name>gerald</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03532001621093575399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W8yU6-gkwQc/Svz-c3mzcPI/AAAAAAAAAME/mK4IW-smMGg/S220/Snapshot_20091111_10.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30598300.post-7017338907465876250</id><published>2009-07-10T06:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T07:00:58.235-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;81st post!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19 more to go, then it marks my first success towards my #4672979th blog tries.&lt;br /&gt;I actually wanted to blog about something but i forgot what i wanted to blog about.&lt;br /&gt;Apart from the fact that i had just taken MYE and didnt do as well as i hope for.&lt;br /&gt;ohwell, shit happens.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway i bought McFly's RadioACTIVE album, and man, i love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://991.com/NewGallery/McFly-RadioACTIVE-445506.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 475px; height: 475px;" src="http://991.com/NewGallery/McFly-RadioACTIVE-445506.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I wish i can lay my hands on Michelle Branch's albums ):&lt;br /&gt;And i recently found out some nasty secrets&lt;br /&gt;urgh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30598300-7017338907465876250?l=daring-out.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30598300/posts/default/7017338907465876250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30598300/posts/default/7017338907465876250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daring-out.blogspot.com/2009/07/81st-post-19-more-to-go-then-it-marks.html' title=''/><author><name>gerald</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03532001621093575399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W8yU6-gkwQc/Svz-c3mzcPI/AAAAAAAAAME/mK4IW-smMGg/S220/Snapshot_20091111_10.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30598300.post-5251531645574510490</id><published>2009-06-29T05:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T05:36:31.226-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The most horrendous bus ride ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Today's bus ride has&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;got to be the worst worst ride ever.. Firstly, the bus took like 15mins to arrive, then there was this cheena group of middle-aged people barging into the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;minicuous&lt;/span&gt; queue. yeah, respect and those bullshit for the elderly, they are not even old, but well, their attitude proved otherwise. the bus finally arrived, then i got to sit between 2 oversized people :X 1 of them reeked of some pungent cologne, which is seriously unbearable. the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;aroma &lt;/span&gt;got my head spinning, and caused me splitting headaches due to prolonged sniffing of undesirable smell. time is moving at a snail's pace.. Then, the wonderful thing happened, 1 ****** man came on board, sat in front of me and he had his own odour as well, the ****** one. so, a combination of heavenly smell to entertain my fragile nose. oh did i mention that the bus driver needs something at every terminal? he spent about 15mins stopping at every single terminal to crap or sthg. so in all, i spent about 45mins to reach home from the airport; half an hour spent trying to cover my nose with my hoodie, and no fidgeting.&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dunno why blogger aint allowing me to upload pictures today ugh.&lt;br /&gt;anyway maths today was a&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; total &lt;/span&gt;failure.&lt;br /&gt;toodles guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30598300-5251531645574510490?l=daring-out.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30598300/posts/default/5251531645574510490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30598300/posts/default/5251531645574510490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daring-out.blogspot.com/2009/06/most-horrendous-bus-ride-ever.html' title=''/><author><name>gerald</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03532001621093575399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W8yU6-gkwQc/Svz-c3mzcPI/AAAAAAAAAME/mK4IW-smMGg/S220/Snapshot_20091111_10.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30598300.post-5938231017539930855</id><published>2009-06-26T09:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T09:57:09.938-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Dear blog,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im coming here to wish u all the best, cuz i might leave u soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, my MYE is coming.. In fact, its only 2 days away, and i think i will have to really mug my head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;off. Although it is so rare to see me study, but i think i ought to try. Persistance and endurance,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;those will keep me going. I'm so sorry u will not see me for 2 days, but its okie, id left u umpteen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;times before, in preparation for these 2 days. We will meet again soon, someday, somewhere, here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kisses, hugs and whatever you want, except me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GERALDCE.&lt;br /&gt;xx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30598300-5938231017539930855?l=daring-out.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30598300/posts/default/5938231017539930855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30598300/posts/default/5938231017539930855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daring-out.blogspot.com/2009/06/hi-blog-im-coming-here-to-wish-u-all.html' title=''/><author><name>gerald</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03532001621093575399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W8yU6-gkwQc/Svz-c3mzcPI/AAAAAAAAAME/mK4IW-smMGg/S220/Snapshot_20091111_10.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30598300.post-5712704818945460991</id><published>2009-06-22T08:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T09:01:51.086-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="header"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Schools to re-open as scheduled despite H1N1 situation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="update"&gt;By S Ramesh, Channel NewsAsia | Posted: 22 June 2009 1823 hrs &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;table width="260" align="right" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="20" align="right"&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="240" align="right"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.channelnewsasia.com/imagegallery/store/php6nxDyJ.jpg" id="_Ath_Slide" onload="OnImgLoad()" width="240" height="200" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;SINGAPORE: Health Minister Khaw Boon Wan has said schools will re-open and the Asian Youth Games and National Day celebrations will carry on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, recently-returned students who have travelled to affected countries will stay at home for one week before joining their classmates when schools re-open on Monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Ministry of Education (MOE) will provide more details soon, added Mr Khaw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The health minister was speaking at a news conference on Monday to give an update on the latest developments on the Influenza A(H1N1) situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Khaw said that overall, life must continue as normally as possible, with targeted control measures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of them would be to close a school when a significant cluster is found so as to break the transmission, or to isolate a competing team from other athletes as was done with the Filipino and the Hong Kong football players.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Khaw also revealed that the scientific committee, chaired by the Director of Medical Services, is effectively evaluating the characteristics and the genome of the virus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The committee has determined that the H1N1 virus in Singapore remains identical with that in North America. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hence, the consensus view was that the virus remains moderate-risk and Singaporeans need not panic over the development that there is now community spread in the country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Khaw is confident that almost all infected cases will be able to recover fully and that Tamiflu and Relenza remain effective against the disease.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He, however, added: "But I thought I should explain that moderate risk does not mean no death. Just like the seasonal flu, there will be some deaths. That's why we need to target the high-risk patients, especially those with underlying medical conditions and to render the best chance of a full recovery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And that is why we need to allow our hospitals to be able to focus on the high-risk cases and not be distracted or overwhelmed by hundreds of mild cases."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Among those in the high risk include pregnant mothers, people with asthma, those on kidney dialysis or on chemotherapy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Health Ministry intends to advise these groups of patients with direct mailers of what they can do to protect themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ministry is also gearing up all its polyclinics and a few hundred general practitioners to treat suspected H1N1 cases in Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Giving details of measures to tackle a wider community spread of the influenza, Mr Khaw explained that these will be called Pandemic Preparedness Clinics or PPCs and they can be recognised by their decal to handle walk-in suspect cases.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These clinics will only refer some categories of high-risk suspect patients to public hospitals. Mr Khaw said the Health Ministry will publicise to Singaporeans where these clinics are so they know where to seek advice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He explained: "When the local bio-surveillance data confirms significant community spread and we need to move from containment to full mitigation, we will signal to the public to use these PPCs instead of going to the hospitals if their flu conditions are mild. And this may happen over the next few days."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The health minister also revealed that the government would secure adequate supplies of the H1N1 vaccine for the population.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides the existing supply contract with the vaccine manufacturer, Mr Khaw said the ministry is also in active negotiations with other vaccine manufacturers. The aim is to diversify the supply of H1N1 vaccines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Concluding, Mr Khaw said that last week has been eventful in the development of the outbreak in Singapore and the ministry has expected this development, given the large number of travellers returning from their June holidays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But he said seven-week head start in battling the virus has been extremely useful, allowing the government to gear up its system for the community spread phase of the outbreak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His advice to Singaporeans is to carry on with their lives normally, but keep up the high standard of personal hygiene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- CNA/ir &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Irritating la, extend 1 week will die uh? stupid education system in singapore, just makes me even more determined to emigrate next time. the poll's pretty much useless too.. cant wait to leave this stupid place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;i wanna own a ranch somewhere, and enjoy a peaceful cut-out-from-the-world life for a while, before pursuing something. somewhere NOT in singapore :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30598300-5712704818945460991?l=daring-out.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30598300/posts/default/5712704818945460991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30598300/posts/default/5712704818945460991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daring-out.blogspot.com/2009/06/schools-to-re-open-as-scheduled-despite.html' title=''/><author><name>gerald</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03532001621093575399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W8yU6-gkwQc/Svz-c3mzcPI/AAAAAAAAAME/mK4IW-smMGg/S220/Snapshot_20091111_10.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30598300.post-7157753147634125129</id><published>2009-06-09T08:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T09:42:29.480-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I was reading the Straits Times today and came across the maintenance fee issue.. feeling bored, i went on to do some research. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i138.photobucket.com/albums/q242/shrew19/gender-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://i138.photobucket.com/albums/q242/shrew19/gender-1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Men disadvantaged in SG?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;first visit these websites..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;http://www.singapore-window.org/sw02/020207at.htm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;http://menspeak.blogspot.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Womans Charter Wedding Vows&lt;/b&gt;  &lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Groom:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I take you to be my wedded wife, to pay all bills including yours for a high lifestyle you wish even if you earn more than me, to look after the children, be faithful to you even if you sleep around. You can keep your money, my house and divorce me anytime you like for any reason whatsoever and i cannot help it.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Bride:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I take you to be my wedded husband, and if you fail to meet your duties I'll divorce your ass faster than you can say "sorry" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;&lt;  &gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" href="http://talkback.stomp.com.sg/forums/showthread.php?t=72692&amp;amp;page=2"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;'thats why most say in marriage, guys dug a grave, girls brought an insurance plan, should anything go wrong, the guys bury themselves in and the girls get all the inheritance...' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;&lt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" href="http://www.clubsnap.com/forums/showthread.php?t=307847"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;'men's charter should state that men are not allowed to carry the woman's handbag&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; it is a sorry sight, i cringe whenever i see a man carrying a handbag&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; what more if it does not match his shoes' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;&lt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" href="http://www.clubsnap.com/forums/showthread.php?t=307847"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Woman: We fight for our equal rights, we must treated the same as man!&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man: Then you must serve NS for 2 years too!&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woman: No! We can't! We are weaker vessel. We serve our 'NS' at home as housewife.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Discrimination in:&lt;/p&gt;                         &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;entrepreneurship? Its a market economy out there, if u r good,                         u'll survive. if ur business plan suxs, the venture will eventually                         collapse anyway. so far, i don't see the consumers frequenting a                         shop just because the shop owner is a man or a woman. just because                         a woman isn't up to it in business, it doesn't mean that she gets                         to have extra advantages over others in the market.&lt;/p&gt;                         &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;in the workplace? there are plenty of female bosses out there.                         companies look at look makes the most profits. they don't sacrifice                         profits to meer "gender preferences", since profits are the main                         reason for the the company's continuing existence.&lt;/p&gt;                         &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;education? there are currently a worldwide trend with more women                         studying in universities, as opposed to men.&lt;/p&gt;                         &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;pay? in singapore, males are paid slightly more, (not much                         anyway, only about $200 more), for doing NS. if females want to                         earn the same pay as males, they are free to serve their optional                         NS. no one is stopping them from doing that.&lt;/p&gt;                         &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;marriage? women generally are not interested in divorcees above                         40 yrs old.&lt;/p&gt;                         &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;affairs? society now frown on extra-marital affairs by both men                         and women.&lt;/p&gt;                         &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;clothing? this is not like the middle east, when women have to                         conform to a strict dressing code. they have to be covered from                         head to toe. in singapore, if a woman is to go run about the                         neighbourhood in a bikini, she would at most attract catcalls from                         ppl. if a man is to run about his neighbourhood in a pair of                         trunks, he would most likely be sent to woodbridge.&lt;/p&gt;                         &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;sexual preference? gay homosexuality is illegal, while lesbian                         homosexuality is legal.&lt;/p&gt;                         &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;legal punishment: males can be awarded a maximum of 24 strokes                         of cane in one hearing. (that means that if he has multiple                         hearings, he may be awarded more than 24 strokes). for females,                         there's no caning. &lt;&lt; &lt;a href="http://politics.sgforums.com/forums/10/topics/319052?page=11"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Men disadvantaged in Women Charter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;There have been spates of debates over that question in the recent years, yet nothing has been changed, amended or refined even though there were so many so-called reviews to the charter itself. I do agree that reviews should be made in accordance to our current societal situation, with many females holding high paying jobs(cant remember where, but I've read that 60% of the senior civil servants are female in Sg), and that perhaps 'Women Charter' should be changed to 'Family Charter' to equalise the gender discrimination.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Fyi, Women Charter was started in the 1960-1970s where bias against women is widely prevalent in Sg. It is not so relevant, in my opinion, in the current context, due to more females being educated and holding degrees etc, and earning higher incomes compared to their counterparts. (find your own damn statistics)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Women have always been wanting to vie for equality, so shouldnt the law requiring &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;men&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; to pay for the maintenance fee and alimony be changed to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;spouses &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;instead? There was even a case of a wife who earned twice the salary of her husband, yet after divorce, the husband was required to give a petite maintenance fee of $1/- to her monthly. Isnt this obviously unfair? The wife has every capability to support herself, even better than the husband, yet she is entitled the fee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;The focus is not the magnitude of the fee, but the rationale in the less-capable husband providing the fee to the more-capable wife. Shouldnt it be the other way round, since feminists have always vouched for equality. In cases like these, its crystal clear that the women's charter is skewered to protect women, more than their interest and well-being.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;'AWARE points out recent statistics, which show that in at least 100,000 households in Singapore, men are unable to fulfill their &lt;u&gt;expected traditional roles&lt;/u&gt; and their wives have become the de facto head and sole provider for the family.' &lt;- &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;women often complained that their traditional roles of being housewives is definitely a form of stereotyping or prejudice, but what about this? men's traditional role to be breadwinner is the norm, even if their wives can earn more?&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I do not really feel anymore inclined to discuss the issue.. just felt the need to express it.&lt;br /&gt;Im reading &lt;a href="http://politics.sgforums.com/forums/10/topics/319052?page=12"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;, which is really interesting. the dispute between mrsean and jojobeach is so intriguing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://politics.sgforums.com/forums/10/topics/319052?page=12"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30598300-7157753147634125129?l=daring-out.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30598300/posts/default/7157753147634125129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30598300/posts/default/7157753147634125129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daring-out.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-was-reading-straits-times-today-and.html' title=''/><author><name>gerald</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03532001621093575399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W8yU6-gkwQc/Svz-c3mzcPI/AAAAAAAAAME/mK4IW-smMGg/S220/Snapshot_20091111_10.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30598300.post-6924231574280852839</id><published>2009-06-02T09:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T09:41:17.202-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.joytricks.ro/wp-content/uploads/2009/02/monster-vs-alien-poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 265px; height: 401px;" src="http://www.joytricks.ro/wp-content/uploads/2009/02/monster-vs-alien-poster.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;haha, i held his GF, the green jelly, captive inside a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/0/00/Green_soda_can_3d.svg/314px-Green_soda_can_3d.svg.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 69px; height: 133px;" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/0/00/Green_soda_can_3d.svg/314px-Green_soda_can_3d.svg.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;U can view that pic on my dailybooth which is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.clas.ufl.edu/users/mattjp/RightArrow.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 176px; height: 176px;" src="http://www.clas.ufl.edu/users/mattjp/RightArrow.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;somewhere located there(de link). I cant wait for tmr to end, since i only have&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.vvc.edu/offices/lc/multimedia/chemistry.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 223px; height: 191px;" src="http://www.vvc.edu/offices/lc/multimedia/chemistry.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.cjmas.com/images/KWON%20KUNG%20FU%20WUSHU%20PHOTO.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 200px;" src="http://www.cjmas.com/images/KWON%20KUNG%20FU%20WUSHU%20PHOTO.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i will end before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.net4tv.com/Voice/graphics/printables/83_number_2.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 199px; height: 265px;" src="http://www.net4tv.com/Voice/graphics/printables/83_number_2.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I feel like eating&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.lyc-arsonval-brive.ac-limoges.fr/le_guyader/local/cache-vignettes/L300xH297/Bratwurst-7f863.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 193px; height: 192px;" src="http://www.lyc-arsonval-brive.ac-limoges.fr/le_guyader/local/cache-vignettes/L300xH297/Bratwurst-7f863.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;cuz im so damn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://flowstate.homestead.com/files/hungry.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 271px; height: 203px;" src="http://flowstate.homestead.com/files/hungry.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;now. anyway all are from&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.insideria.com/upload/2008/01/googles_probably_indexing_flas/google.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 209px; height: 147px;" src="http://www.insideria.com/upload/2008/01/googles_probably_indexing_flas/google.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;BYEBYE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30598300-6924231574280852839?l=daring-out.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30598300/posts/default/6924231574280852839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30598300/posts/default/6924231574280852839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daring-out.blogspot.com/2009/06/haha-i-held-his-gf-green-jelly-captive.html' title=''/><author><name>gerald</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03532001621093575399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W8yU6-gkwQc/Svz-c3mzcPI/AAAAAAAAAME/mK4IW-smMGg/S220/Snapshot_20091111_10.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30598300.post-797221015372140775</id><published>2009-05-31T08:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T08:30:51.680-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I think my life revolves around the word 'wait', and so does many others, including YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I usually categorize wait into 3.. the temporary wait; the permanent wait; and the miscellaneous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the temporary wait is something like anticipation, for instance, a birthday, your birthday. take that as an example, your birthday is coming in 5 days, ur adrenaline is pumping, you cant wait, but u still have to. its hobson's choice.. yadaa yadaa, 5 days past, ITS UR BIRTHDAY, but in a blink of an eye, its gone again.. poof, disappear, u gotta wait ANOTHER year for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then theres the permanent wait. its like age, when u cant wait to be 18, so that u can drink alcohol, watch m18, shag and whatsoever legally. and once ure 18, u will never be able to turn back the time. time doesnt come to a standstill, it proceeds on, but ure permanently 18, and u dont have to wait for it any longer. u can drink, shag, smoke all you want, theres no stopping u. its all upright; lawful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then of cuz u have de frustrating everyday waits, like waiting for a damn bus, waiting for the skies to fall, waiting for someone to drop hints, waiting for the iron to warm up before you strike, waiting for lectures to end, waiting for someone to shut up, waiting for this and waiting for that.. and i think most of our waits are predominantly THIS kinda wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;altho this post is kinda nonsense, cuz theres no stand or wadever, i think it makes perfect sense, and i just feel the urge to post this. i think i spend 2/3 of my life waiting.. even sleeping is a form of waiting, to wait for the dawn to break, to wait for a new day. see everything revolves around the word, or rather the action 'wait'..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, never underestimate the word at all. patience is a virtue, how true, but can u be patient for 2/3 of ur life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh anw, i came across this article this morning, about a really gruesome death in UK, some guy named simon sthg, was poured in petrol(or petroleum, or wadever i cant rmb, i just rmb its OIL), forced to gurgle some of it as well, and set on fire, while being tied to a tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the worst part is that this all arose from a WOMAN. theres this complicated love triangle thing, and 2 guys got really jealous and decided to do that to intimidate the poor guy. hes only 17yo, and he has a dream to be some form of host or entertainer i think.. i really pity him. well, i cant believe humanity has evolved into this, where reality is crude and can be harsher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jealousy and wrath are sins, and if combined, can be really fatal..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30598300-797221015372140775?l=daring-out.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30598300/posts/default/797221015372140775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30598300/posts/default/797221015372140775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daring-out.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-think-my-life-revolves-around-word.html' title=''/><author><name>gerald</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03532001621093575399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W8yU6-gkwQc/Svz-c3mzcPI/AAAAAAAAAME/mK4IW-smMGg/S220/Snapshot_20091111_10.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30598300.post-5891765350919191125</id><published>2009-05-27T19:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T19:24:33.844-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Matt Shirvington rocks :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hes not the best but still.. hes good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10s for 100m omg. thats my goal lols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://cache.gettyimages.com/xc/1912577.jpg?v=1&amp;amp;c=ViewImages&amp;amp;k=2&amp;amp;d=17A4AD9FDB9CF193CC300C081D9F4700F88698A743153EE6AD43C60E22671C75E30A760B0D811297"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 410px; height: 594px;" src="http://cache.gettyimages.com/xc/1912577.jpg?v=1&amp;amp;c=ViewImages&amp;amp;k=2&amp;amp;d=17A4AD9FDB9CF193CC300C081D9F4700F88698A743153EE6AD43C60E22671C75E30A760B0D811297" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh theres no school today, so here i am, just wasting my day away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No boundaries is a reallllllly nice song,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at least the melody is worth complimenting lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;adam lambert'S version is definitely APPALLING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;listen to it yourself and u will know what i mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kris's version is similar to David cook's time of my life,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gentler and singable LOL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30598300-5891765350919191125?l=daring-out.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30598300/posts/default/5891765350919191125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30598300/posts/default/5891765350919191125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daring-out.blogspot.com/2009/05/matt-shirvington-rocks-hes-not-best-but.html' title=''/><author><name>gerald</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03532001621093575399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W8yU6-gkwQc/Svz-c3mzcPI/AAAAAAAAAME/mK4IW-smMGg/S220/Snapshot_20091111_10.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30598300.post-6009082691117567924</id><published>2009-05-27T07:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T07:18:55.481-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I think that i have a rather 'thin-skinned' tongue,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it always got scraped and tends to hurt,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate it whenever it happens as i will lose my appetite thereafter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its like ur tongue feels so dry and rough and yet u cant put a plaster over,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and whenever u try to 'lick' it or sthg, it hurts terribly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i finally passed my first test this year, 16/25 for my maths :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats worth celebrating actually, since this sparks off some motivation to at least work harder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to get that pass for my other subjects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is kinda ironic actually, since passing was never an option.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also, someone dissed me off today, and its similar to sthg which happened recently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO, i dont get to run for colosseum AT ALL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kindawasted my effort today actually, since my alleged plan was not to come school&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;since im SOOOOOOOO darn dog-tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will post up some pictures soon as soon as YL send me those pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant believe i was that naive to get tricked into sthg too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, ive been drinking so much water recently that i often wake up needing to ans nature's call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;any help? dont ask me to drink less, its friggin hot!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30598300-6009082691117567924?l=daring-out.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30598300/posts/default/6009082691117567924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30598300/posts/default/6009082691117567924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daring-out.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-think-that-i-have-rather-thin-skinned.html' title=''/><author><name>gerald</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03532001621093575399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W8yU6-gkwQc/Svz-c3mzcPI/AAAAAAAAAME/mK4IW-smMGg/S220/Snapshot_20091111_10.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30598300.post-8405024822553508461</id><published>2009-05-26T04:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T05:09:15.937-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I FAILED CHEM AGAIN.. ohwell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nvm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, recently ive been following Britain's got Talent 09,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;especially Shaun Smith and Susan Boyle(go search for them).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rather amusing, but i didnt think they did as well as they did previously in the auditions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sure enough, both got through to the finals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its amazing how such a simple competition has got most of the world on their feet,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i realised im not the only follower of the show, many singaporeans too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the other hand, imagine Sg idol, would the world even give a damn about us?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;american idol has made such an uproar(obviously bcuz kris won instead of adam),&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that it is even published in OUR newspapers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i pity our country tho, and local stars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its almost impossible to expand our careers worldwide,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hollywood dreams? forget it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and i realised that i can have a rather deep conversation with nicholas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kinda interesting how we can actually hold a conversation since 4 to about 6+&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and our topics are definitely not the 'you watch porn? got gf anot?' kinda topic la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can grasp quite a fair bit of analytical skills from the way he described things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and im feelin darn hot now,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ugh, WHY CANT SINGAPORE SNOW?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30598300-8405024822553508461?l=daring-out.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30598300/posts/default/8405024822553508461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30598300/posts/default/8405024822553508461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daring-out.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-failed-chem-again.html' title=''/><author><name>gerald</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03532001621093575399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W8yU6-gkwQc/Svz-c3mzcPI/AAAAAAAAAME/mK4IW-smMGg/S220/Snapshot_20091111_10.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30598300.post-1891446864617865099</id><published>2009-05-23T03:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T03:38:25.086-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;oh KRIS ALLEN won AI8,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;yay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://74.52.71.146/dispatch/blogzone/src/lyceum/wp-content/blogs/24/uploads//finalist-kris-allen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 340px; height: 512px;" src="http://74.52.71.146/dispatch/blogzone/src/lyceum/wp-content/blogs/24/uploads//finalist-kris-allen.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Next will be me on stage LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30598300-1891446864617865099?l=daring-out.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30598300/posts/default/1891446864617865099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30598300/posts/default/1891446864617865099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daring-out.blogspot.com/2009/05/oh-kris-allen-won-ai8-yay.html' title=''/><author><name>gerald</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03532001621093575399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W8yU6-gkwQc/Svz-c3mzcPI/AAAAAAAAAME/mK4IW-smMGg/S220/Snapshot_20091111_10.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30598300.post-5380965646108730389</id><published>2009-05-23T03:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T03:32:51.854-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Unglamness post no2 :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;candidate 1: PEKCHUN, our cute lil model CG rep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W8yU6-gkwQc/ShfPlpnNbsI/AAAAAAAAAKE/FyRxLpV4880/s1600-h/DSC08661.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W8yU6-gkwQc/ShfPlpnNbsI/AAAAAAAAAKE/FyRxLpV4880/s320/DSC08661.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338964129003433666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and the classic&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W8yU6-gkwQc/ShfPlHaKETI/AAAAAAAAAJk/_XkG2-ctguU/s1600-h/DSC00900.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W8yU6-gkwQc/ShfPlHaKETI/AAAAAAAAAJk/_XkG2-ctguU/s320/DSC00900.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338964119821881650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Candidate no2: YYY, the lamer. hello YYY, i know ure reading this. Congrats, ure on cam :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W8yU6-gkwQc/ShfPlezU0DI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/ShKUbXgRqJk/s1600-h/DSC08671.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W8yU6-gkwQc/ShfPlezU0DI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/ShKUbXgRqJk/s320/DSC08671.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338964126101458994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W8yU6-gkwQc/ShfPlIj8hNI/AAAAAAAAAJs/tcNG6pqpe4o/s1600-h/DSC08663.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W8yU6-gkwQc/ShfPlIj8hNI/AAAAAAAAAJs/tcNG6pqpe4o/s320/DSC08663.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338964120131372242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Candidate no3: Neville, our wushu cap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W8yU6-gkwQc/ShfPlX6O8ZI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/585Ivebtn8k/s1600-h/DSC08667.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W8yU6-gkwQc/ShfPlX6O8ZI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/585Ivebtn8k/s320/DSC08667.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338964124251386258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;omg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats all for today :D&lt;br /&gt;tune in again soon for part 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30598300-5380965646108730389?l=daring-out.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30598300/posts/default/5380965646108730389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30598300/posts/default/5380965646108730389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daring-out.blogspot.com/2009/05/unglamness-post-no2-d-candidate-1.html' title=''/><author><name>gerald</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03532001621093575399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W8yU6-gkwQc/Svz-c3mzcPI/AAAAAAAAAME/mK4IW-smMGg/S220/Snapshot_20091111_10.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W8yU6-gkwQc/ShfPlpnNbsI/AAAAAAAAAKE/FyRxLpV4880/s72-c/DSC08661.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30598300.post-6859321339612323934</id><published>2009-05-19T09:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T09:27:47.173-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HELLO DEBRA I KNOW URE GONNA READ THIS. DONT WORRY LA PICTURES QUALITY QUITE BAD :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W8yU6-gkwQc/ShLdbZVCY9I/AAAAAAAAAJc/2oi17TEVE3w/s1600-h/DSC08633.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W8yU6-gkwQc/ShLdbZVCY9I/AAAAAAAAAJc/2oi17TEVE3w/s320/DSC08633.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337571971112788946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still think im so cute, yes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W8yU6-gkwQc/ShLdbBB1JJI/AAAAAAAAAJU/lJ1spiOIxsA/s1600-h/DSC08632.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W8yU6-gkwQc/ShLdbBB1JJI/AAAAAAAAAJU/lJ1spiOIxsA/s320/DSC08632.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337571964589778066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W8yU6-gkwQc/ShLdantIY4I/AAAAAAAAAJM/k1pBf9X3bIU/s1600-h/DSC08631.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W8yU6-gkwQc/ShLdUGNx5dI/AAAAAAAAAI8/mwhLbnKh424/s320/DSC08629.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337571845722990034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W8yU6-gkwQc/ShLdUP3ceWI/AAAAAAAAAI0/6Iz4sXElvPU/s1600-h/DSC08628.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W8yU6-gkwQc/ShLdUP3ceWI/AAAAAAAAAI0/6Iz4sXElvPU/s320/DSC08628.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337571848313665890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W8yU6-gkwQc/ShLdTnc6s3I/AAAAAAAAAIs/hGYpQujeLhk/s1600-h/DSC08627.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W8yU6-gkwQc/ShLdTnc6s3I/AAAAAAAAAIs/hGYpQujeLhk/s320/DSC08627.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337571837464982386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W8yU6-gkwQc/ShLdTpl4OXI/AAAAAAAAAIk/WyC6340mSwQ/s1600-h/DSC08626.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W8yU6-gkwQc/ShLdTpl4OXI/AAAAAAAAAIk/WyC6340mSwQ/s320/DSC08626.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337571838039439730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;yay :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30598300-6859321339612323934?l=daring-out.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30598300/posts/default/6859321339612323934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30598300/posts/default/6859321339612323934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daring-out.blogspot.com/2009/05/hello-debra-i-know-ure-gonna-read-this.html' title=''/><author><name>gerald</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03532001621093575399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W8yU6-gkwQc/Svz-c3mzcPI/AAAAAAAAAME/mK4IW-smMGg/S220/Snapshot_20091111_10.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W8yU6-gkwQc/ShLdbZVCY9I/AAAAAAAAAJc/2oi17TEVE3w/s72-c/DSC08633.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30598300.post-3764595398534270001</id><published>2009-05-18T07:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T09:30:00.702-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;THE MUHAMMAD INTEPRETATION OF THE GRADES FOR A'LEVELS.&lt;br /&gt;I ONLY COPIED AND PASTED FROM DE MSN WINDOW, NOT MINE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U - UR BALLS CAN GO FUCK THEMSELVES!&lt;br /&gt;S - SUCK COCK BODOH! WHERE YOU WANT TO GO!?!!&lt;br /&gt;E - EAT MY SHIT BITCH!&lt;br /&gt;D - DEY.......Fuck YOU!&lt;br /&gt;C - CHI BAI! YOU GOTTA BE KIDDING ME!&lt;br /&gt;B - BASTARD! YOU'RE ALMOST THERE!&lt;br /&gt;A - ANAL MAN ANAL!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol, this is so wtf.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30598300-3764595398534270001?l=daring-out.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30598300/posts/default/3764595398534270001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30598300/posts/default/3764595398534270001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daring-out.blogspot.com/2009/05/muhammad-intepretation-of-grades-for.html' title=''/><author><name>gerald</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03532001621093575399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W8yU6-gkwQc/Svz-c3mzcPI/AAAAAAAAAME/mK4IW-smMGg/S220/Snapshot_20091111_10.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30598300.post-8147656706050435781</id><published>2009-05-18T02:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T02:17:08.047-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i lost my GC!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;%&amp;amp;/%$((%&amp;amp;&amp;amp;%$%§""§"§"%$&lt;br /&gt;/§T$(/§%&amp;amp;§&amp;amp;$("/$($"§(&amp;amp;$)(§&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i got more pimples.&lt;br /&gt;%&amp;amp;/%$((%&amp;amp;&amp;amp;%$%§""§"§"%$&lt;br /&gt;/§T$(/§%&amp;amp;§&amp;amp;$("/$($"§(&amp;amp;$)(§&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sianzibua la.&lt;br /&gt;%&amp;amp;/%$((%&amp;amp;&amp;amp;%$%§""§"§"%$&lt;br /&gt;/§T$(/§%&amp;amp;§&amp;amp;$("/$($"§(&amp;amp;$)(§&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30598300-8147656706050435781?l=daring-out.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30598300/posts/default/8147656706050435781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30598300/posts/default/8147656706050435781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daring-out.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-lost-my-gc-t-and-i-got-more-pimples.html' title=''/><author><name>gerald</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03532001621093575399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W8yU6-gkwQc/Svz-c3mzcPI/AAAAAAAAAME/mK4IW-smMGg/S220/Snapshot_20091111_10.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30598300.post-3696752369149404038</id><published>2009-05-13T06:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T06:57:29.399-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>uhms, all's clear now, im supposed to run for 100m, but due to messed up info, i didnt get to run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INFO FAILURE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and im running 4x100m now, which is sthg i absolutely dont look forward to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have no more motivation. ugh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tmr's a killer, theres econs test, pretty much screwed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got back phy test, great number 5/25.. wtf, i lost like 7-8marks due to carelessness, tho i would&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still fail.. but still..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then theres so much to rush, PBL and GPP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;singapore's education system sucks seriously, students are suffering, i cant wait to emigrate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somewhere else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the fucking hot weather aint helping much either..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway Shaun Smith is pretty cool, love his voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and MATT SHIRVINGTON IS MY NEW FOUND IDOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guess im not really updating my dailybooth aas much as i hope to, cuz this damn comp is always&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lagging and i dont have an extra USB cable to plug the cam in. so it will be an occasional event&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kinda thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this comp's condition is deteriorating by the day, bet it wont even function in a while more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;once that happens, i will use it as a venting bag, for kicking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mein ganzkörper schmerzt!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ICH BIN MÜDE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30598300-3696752369149404038?l=daring-out.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30598300/posts/default/3696752369149404038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30598300/posts/default/3696752369149404038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daring-out.blogspot.com/2009/05/uhms-alls-clear-now-im-supposed-to-run.html' title=''/><author><name>gerald</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03532001621093575399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W8yU6-gkwQc/Svz-c3mzcPI/AAAAAAAAAME/mK4IW-smMGg/S220/Snapshot_20091111_10.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30598300.post-1862167044550508276</id><published>2009-05-12T03:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T03:34:19.939-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;warning: gonna be full of vulgarities&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;i feel fucking indignant now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;this is like a blardy disappointing year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;ive been brought up in hopes so damn many times but everything just came crashing down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;i feel fucking toyed by fate, as if i was never meant to do anything great this year at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;first disappointment was not being able to join the damn wushu competition.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;well i wasnt good enough, and i was the 11th person, which is soooooooooo fucking shuay!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;they only can send 10 people and i gotta be the number 11th. it sucks fking much..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;second disappointment is NOT getting inside the exco team, ive did so much, tried so hard, even designing the damn shirt and writing a script.. but i didnt even get ANY position. maybe a sub comm, but wads de fucking use when its not even recognized?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;third was NOT being able to join the 100m dash for colosseum.. the other day, during the trials, i was told i was the fastest then, and i thot there was no other trials. the coordinators even offered me to run 100m, the relay and 200. i was exhilarated actually, then i dont see my name in de heats, cuz i wasnt selected for i wasnt fast enough. im like WTF? they were like raising my hopes so much during the trials and then this happened..&lt;/s&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; i feel like a fucktard, cuz every single fucking thing i was looking forward to gave me setbacks. all my other friends get like every single thing they are hoping to get, like posts, the positions, the opportunity to run blahblahblah.. maybe i shouldnt even have tried anything.. my life in MJC is so fucked up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;oh did i mention im the econs rep cuz i had no other choices? which is a third teal(wadever de spelling) leader. MOE does like me too, giving me leadership in my PW group, which is practically useless as well. im fading into common-ness now, im not gonna strive for anything except maybe studies, even the shuttle run 'champs' thingy, even if i have 8.7s.. it will come crashing down again. strike the fucking iron while its hot, what bullshit, the inventor of this phrase should just get burnt by a iron..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30598300-1862167044550508276?l=daring-out.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30598300/posts/default/1862167044550508276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30598300/posts/default/1862167044550508276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daring-out.blogspot.com/2009/05/warning-gonna-be-full-of-vulgarities-i.html' title=''/><author><name>gerald</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03532001621093575399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W8yU6-gkwQc/Svz-c3mzcPI/AAAAAAAAAME/mK4IW-smMGg/S220/Snapshot_20091111_10.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30598300.post-6603301848912583554</id><published>2009-05-08T05:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T06:11:14.126-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;gestern&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I felt the extreme ends of frustration and sweet happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my anticipation for ironman ended in despair cause of blardy stitches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i deserved it actually, cuz i was stupid enough to gorge myself with energy bars and bloat myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before the run, thinking it will be good. stupidly enough, i ended up running in agony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was delighted with my initial 2 rounds, 3mins+, about 1 and a half mins per round.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the subsequent rounds accompanied with stitches results in 2mins per round.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so there goes my A for 2.4, and IVE NEVER GOTTEN A B/C IN 2.4 EVER. just great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then sweet happiness, my PW group is the bomb! EVERYBODY in the group is from &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the group &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which means easy communication, lotsa fun, and as YW pointed out, KBOX MEETINGS lmao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, bittersweet emotions, lol, the damn phy test. it was MANAGEABLE, except i got damn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;careless for the questions that im confident of.. like calculating the value of the wrong support for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the MCQ, writing TENSION IN THE WATER DUE TO ROPE ROFL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohwell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Heute&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Today was an okie day till chem prac, where my sensitive nose began to have its own toll on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okie maybe not the nose, but the blardy temperature and nature of experiment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was forced between the fking hot weather, sudden cooling of the fan, profused perspiration, fine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;powder going in and out of ur nose, and the extreme heating using the bunsen flame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO, i got sick, and till now, i still am.. my flu doesnt seem to cease.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im hungry too, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway uh, TODAY MY WONDERFUL DOG MADE A FKING MESS IN THE LIVING ROOM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i reached home,i was  alr like a living dead, THEN I HAD TO WITNESS STHG SOOOO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GROSS. HE POOED ON THE DAMN COUCH, AND IT WAS SMELLY LIKE HELL, WORSE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WAS THAT HIS POO IS WATERY, SO I HAD TO CLEAR IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ HIS LEGS AND ASS ARE STAINED, SO IT PRACTICALLY LEFT SHIT MARKS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EVERYWHERE HE PRANCED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dammit man, i took like half an hour clearing the mess and HIM, before i can shower and rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;took a nap cuz i was feelin so damn sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i woke up now, with 6 msges everywhere lols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TATA!:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30598300-6603301848912583554?l=daring-out.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30598300/posts/default/6603301848912583554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30598300/posts/default/6603301848912583554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daring-out.blogspot.com/2009/05/gestern-i-felt-extreme-ends-of.html' title=''/><author><name>gerald</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03532001621093575399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W8yU6-gkwQc/Svz-c3mzcPI/AAAAAAAAAME/mK4IW-smMGg/S220/Snapshot_20091111_10.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30598300.post-4643940199876592047</id><published>2009-05-05T02:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T02:41:07.450-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i got fucking chased home today, cuz i sniffed just after i entered the gate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohwell, had to take taxi home cuz they dont believe its sinus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha, so basically, i spent my day rotting away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cant believe my wish actually came true, to not go school today,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tho not in this manner definitely..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;means i have more time at my hands to study phy now,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but it also meant that napfa have to be delayed again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ugh, i just cant wait to get those done and over with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;onset of laziness, i ended up not having lunch AGAIN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;man, i just cant take care of myself. lols&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hint**** :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright, done for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aufwiedersehen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30598300-4643940199876592047?l=daring-out.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30598300/posts/default/4643940199876592047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30598300/posts/default/4643940199876592047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daring-out.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-got-fucking-chased-home-today-cuz-i.html' title=''/><author><name>gerald</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03532001621093575399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W8yU6-gkwQc/Svz-c3mzcPI/AAAAAAAAAME/mK4IW-smMGg/S220/Snapshot_20091111_10.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30598300.post-8300961482953269829</id><published>2009-04-30T04:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T04:23:08.199-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>damn it damn it damn it damn it damn it damn it damn it damn it&lt;br /&gt;hardwork dont reap results, just like&lt;br /&gt;kindness dont beget kindness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ugh dont feel like talking about that, makes me fking sick.&lt;br /&gt;i LOVE fridays, which is tmr.&lt;br /&gt;i LOVE the nights,&lt;br /&gt;im a nocturnal animal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im going to sleep now,&lt;br /&gt;LOVES,&lt;br /&gt;GErALcDE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30598300-8300961482953269829?l=daring-out.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30598300/posts/default/8300961482953269829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30598300/posts/default/8300961482953269829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daring-out.blogspot.com/2009/04/damn-it-damn-it-damn-it-damn-it-damn-it.html' title=''/><author><name>gerald</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03532001621093575399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W8yU6-gkwQc/Svz-c3mzcPI/AAAAAAAAAME/mK4IW-smMGg/S220/Snapshot_20091111_10.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30598300.post-5843632423896197384</id><published>2009-04-21T07:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T08:00:18.845-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Guten Tag! Today i will post a moderately long post as today was such an eventful day :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starting from the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got to my stop at about 7am, as usual, but it was pouring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No bus came till about 7.10, the first bus that came was 3, which i boarded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the horrendous part, i reached school at about 8am cuz the bus was stuck at the extremeee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;congested narrow road between loyang point leading to greenview sec and pasir ris pri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i left that place it was like 7.35am! my only consolation was there was another meridian on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the bus, and she was composed haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to make things worse, out of abt 50traffic lights, at least 45 were red. great way to start a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lucky shit, the previous bus3 was also caught in a massive jam and there was a mass of students&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;crowding outside the GO waiting to get that tongue-lashing. I blended in and counted myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lucky as the discipline comm only scanned my card and let the matter go, simply cuz there were&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tooooo many students late and most are first-timers, thus its not a deliberate attempt. :)  lucky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me, heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then it was lessons, yadaa yadaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PE, woosh, we were spposed to jump across this mark set upon the floor for SBJ, many failed. I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tripped but still managed to jump over, heh. thats not boasting, its like hilarious, chongrui was&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like 'Imba shit!' Then it was the usual runs blahblahblah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After PE + some time, it was time for the MIRANDA TRACK TRIALS. I was thinking of&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;screwing it up cuz im rather exhausted from the lack of slp and PE. I got 2nd for 200m sprint&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and knocked into a guy, my bad, as i ran the wrong lane and we collided, and so i got really&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;disorientated, but i finished within 26seconds anyway haha. Yuning, CR, Fab, Kimbo and Ethel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;did well in their events too, 400m, 400m, 800m, 400m, 400m respectively. YN was damn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;power, 1m16secs!! next was dodgeball, our class was kinda good, tho very amateurish, and we&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;allegedly were SPPOSED to play at colosseum, but this other J2 grp was sore and wanted a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rematch cuz they insisted that we cheated, and so we just complied, and lost. Cmmon, its just a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;game, dont have to get so worked up, and have some sportsmanship man, its not a life and death&lt;br /&gt;situation! have to admit it was kinda fun, and omg, i did a triple kill once, thats such an&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;attainment :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next was my 100m, which made me sooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo damn proud. I was&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first for 100m, and got the fastest timing so far, 12.02s. the 2 J2s who ran with me were great&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;too and 1 of them was like 'omg hes damn fast, he has realllly long legs la'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that almost made me LOL. I think im competing in the 100m and 4x100m in colosseum :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i rmbed that when i was in primary sch, one of my dreams was to run in track, but&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apparently my legs were short then, so i always got PWNED. so, this seems to be a compensation&lt;br /&gt;kinda time, tho nobody owes me anything. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for dinner after that, and walked to the usual busstop. I checked the bus stop list to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ascertain if i can take 358 or 359(fyi, i still dont know which, 358 or 359, goes to my house, even&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tho ive lived here for closed to a decade now) I was pretty sure 358 was the right bus so when it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;came, i ran up the bus cuz i was so busy packin this and that. THEN, the bus took a wrong turn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and left me paranoid.. Then i realised i boarded the WRONG bus lol. ugh, wasted my time..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, i seriously dunno how i boarded the wrong bus. i have taken the same bus about twice alr,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but.. sigh. ohwell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats about all thats happend today :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks for reading, whoever u are!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;p.s DONT ever take 3 about 7am in the morning, esp when ure running late and it's raining cows and chickens.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30598300-5843632423896197384?l=daring-out.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30598300/posts/default/5843632423896197384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30598300/posts/default/5843632423896197384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daring-out.blogspot.com/2009/04/guten-tag-today-i-will-post-moderately.html' title=''/><author><name>gerald</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03532001621093575399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W8yU6-gkwQc/Svz-c3mzcPI/AAAAAAAAAME/mK4IW-smMGg/S220/Snapshot_20091111_10.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30598300.post-1047308006175838724</id><published>2009-04-20T07:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T07:08:49.317-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oMg, mein sechzig post!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;translated: my 60th post!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;im just feelin a lil delighted cuz i just woke up,&lt;br /&gt;ive slpt since 6 :D&lt;br /&gt;niceeeeeee&lt;br /&gt;must do phy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W8yU6-gkwQc/SeyBxFUUmII/AAAAAAAAAH8/1lIWiHqLRlQ/s1600-h/010731_0900_0025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 302px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W8yU6-gkwQc/SeyBxFUUmII/AAAAAAAAAH8/1lIWiHqLRlQ/s320/010731_0900_0025.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326775139513440386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I bought this just now and it tasted AWESOME:)&lt;br /&gt;but mines on a flatbread.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30598300-1047308006175838724?l=daring-out.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30598300/posts/default/1047308006175838724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30598300/posts/default/1047308006175838724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daring-out.blogspot.com/2009/04/omg-mein-sechzig-post-translated-my.html' title=''/><author><name>gerald</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03532001621093575399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W8yU6-gkwQc/Svz-c3mzcPI/AAAAAAAAAME/mK4IW-smMGg/S220/Snapshot_20091111_10.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W8yU6-gkwQc/SeyBxFUUmII/AAAAAAAAAH8/1lIWiHqLRlQ/s72-c/010731_0900_0025.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30598300.post-5296282163315544485</id><published>2009-04-17T08:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T08:21:30.342-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ö this is post no. 59.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to the Geraldwich Mean Time, in another 13mins 54seconds, somebody is gonna be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;experiencing the weirdest feeling of a more matured mind, some tingling sensation on the toes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and fingers, and a surge of adrenaline, pumping; circulating. And now, she will be anticipating for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that wondrous moment in time, where further wisdom and maturity will bestow upon her, and a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whole new exciting journey of her life begins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for that, i wish her,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TANLILING :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ive been a real lamer lately omg.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30598300-5296282163315544485?l=daring-out.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30598300/posts/default/5296282163315544485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30598300/posts/default/5296282163315544485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daring-out.blogspot.com/2009/04/o-this-is-post-no.html' title=''/><author><name>gerald</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03532001621093575399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W8yU6-gkwQc/Svz-c3mzcPI/AAAAAAAAAME/mK4IW-smMGg/S220/Snapshot_20091111_10.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30598300.post-6307539515347954519</id><published>2009-04-16T05:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T05:15:19.052-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>this is post no.58, omg, long long way to go before i reach a hundred.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant believe thurs is finally over, school that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thurs is like the worst day of the week, when u had to get thru all the lectures and shit aft smelling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like some crap, and feeling all clammy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at least this week's  thurs  is over ohyeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway ive just read a news bout a girl who had sex with a 19yo guy when she was only 10.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shes currently 12 now, and they'd been an item for awhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that guy IS a father now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i find this rather intriguing, yet unbelievable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sex is like so natural now that the notion of having sex seems to be inborne in every everybody&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and will reveal itself even before an adolescent reach puberty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i also find it kinda gross, that the guy seems pedophilia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think kids 13 or below is untouchable, they are not even half mature yet, physiologically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enough of that, i cant stand the weather here ugh, its friggin hot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway i just realised its 5 days past the blog's first anniversary LMAO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://ecards-r-us.net/images/thumbs/thumb-914a1f8edb69d90896dc5cee439873ca-Happyanniversary1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 618px; height: 510px;" src="http://ecards-r-us.net/images/thumbs/thumb-914a1f8edb69d90896dc5cee439873ca-Happyanniversary1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;its not love, but wth, :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its cute and i like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bis bald!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30598300-6307539515347954519?l=daring-out.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30598300/posts/default/6307539515347954519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30598300/posts/default/6307539515347954519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daring-out.blogspot.com/2009/04/this-is-post-no.html' title=''/><author><name>gerald</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03532001621093575399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W8yU6-gkwQc/Svz-c3mzcPI/AAAAAAAAAME/mK4IW-smMGg/S220/Snapshot_20091111_10.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30598300.post-883420496302177273</id><published>2009-04-14T05:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T05:21:31.526-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I JUST INSTALLED MY WEBCAM AGAIN,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, ive officially started my dailybooth account :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thts something great,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im gonna take 1 picture every single day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its a feat, and i can accomplish it :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30598300-883420496302177273?l=daring-out.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30598300/posts/default/883420496302177273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30598300/posts/default/883420496302177273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daring-out.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-just-installed-my-webcam-again-so-ive.html' title=''/><author><name>gerald</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03532001621093575399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W8yU6-gkwQc/Svz-c3mzcPI/AAAAAAAAAME/mK4IW-smMGg/S220/Snapshot_20091111_10.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30598300.post-3981335584188289970</id><published>2009-04-13T08:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T08:29:28.118-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I swear that i will smash this computer if i get the chance, especially when i get my laptop, which is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in 4375630947569million zeons later. it sucks really, and i think 80% of my stress(if any) comes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from trying to fix this computer and enduring its lagggggs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i get my laptop, im gonna be a real couch potato and use the comp on my bed the whole&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;day so that i dont have to sit on this backless unleanable chair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway im trying out a workout regime, to get a bigger physique wahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna be more muscular and less scrawny, and i definitely need more sleep cuz muscles form&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when ure asleep :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i kinda dislike my current lifestyle, esp when i cant slp well and suffer from irregular sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;patterns and insomnia alike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway i havent started my dailybooth simply cuz im lazy to install my webcam and space&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;constraints in the computer. ohwell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway i find eyes are one of the most appealing features of a person. a nice pair of eyes speaks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more than a thousand words, consider eye-talking, would be cool. i wont mind staring at&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;someone special to communicate  heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also, lemon is a good remedy for acne. use it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W8yU6-gkwQc/SeNZarftQgI/AAAAAAAAAHs/s_A9NpaaLLs/s1600-h/DSC08460.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W8yU6-gkwQc/SeNZarftQgI/AAAAAAAAAHs/s_A9NpaaLLs/s320/DSC08460.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324197499369243138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mr Happy, only 3.95!  omg, worthwhile!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W8yU6-gkwQc/SeNZsb9XHQI/AAAAAAAAAH0/U0cx2HPtfvo/s1600-h/DSC08439.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W8yU6-gkwQc/SeNZsb9XHQI/AAAAAAAAAH0/U0cx2HPtfvo/s320/DSC08439.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324197804436299010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And i tried to do a retarded face, indeed its quite retarded hurhur&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AufWiedersehen!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30598300-3981335584188289970?l=daring-out.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30598300/posts/default/3981335584188289970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30598300/posts/default/3981335584188289970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daring-out.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-swear-that-i-will-smash-this-computer.html' title=''/><author><name>gerald</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03532001621093575399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W8yU6-gkwQc/Svz-c3mzcPI/AAAAAAAAAME/mK4IW-smMGg/S220/Snapshot_20091111_10.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W8yU6-gkwQc/SeNZarftQgI/AAAAAAAAAHs/s_A9NpaaLLs/s72-c/DSC08460.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30598300.post-8038315375820944244</id><published>2009-04-11T08:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T08:24:06.364-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>:)&lt;br /&gt;i tried making some lemonade with the lemons i bought,&lt;br /&gt;turned out to be pulpy, sour and kinda eww.&lt;br /&gt;i didnt add enough honey and sugar, and the colour was not very appealing either&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i found a new website called dailybooth, i intend to try it aft i get a cam.&lt;br /&gt;its like a site encouragin daily photo taking heh.&lt;br /&gt;not that its camwhoring, but its just a day-to-day momento&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got a mr happy toy and a 98degrees CD, yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;liverpool thrashed blackburn just now, while i was munchin away at some western food.&lt;br /&gt;didnt get a view at the TV and had to move every now and then to the big plasma TV to see the score.&lt;br /&gt;plan to see the highlights :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lauri Dalle Valle is my new favourite Lpool player. i like his goals, woah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh, kein laptop :(&lt;br /&gt;ich brauch ein laptop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;signin off, &lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;tschuess!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30598300-8038315375820944244?l=daring-out.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30598300/posts/default/8038315375820944244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30598300/posts/default/8038315375820944244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daring-out.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-tried-making-some-lemonade-with.html' title=''/><author><name>gerald</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03532001621093575399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W8yU6-gkwQc/Svz-c3mzcPI/AAAAAAAAAME/mK4IW-smMGg/S220/Snapshot_20091111_10.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30598300.post-6244223561787654713</id><published>2009-04-09T03:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T03:50:11.492-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>omg, tomorrow's good friday, yeah a break, finally :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;havent blogged in a while, so heres a great chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ive decided to remove the tagboard, theres not much to comment on my blog anyway, anybody can just tell me anything anytime thru sms or msn. well, actually the blog is pretty much stagnant, and basically my tagboard is kinda useless hurhur&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ive failed all my tests so far, 5 of them! bummer. school aint great, im so exhausted by the daily lack-of-sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ive decide to update de blog more often, its becoming a friend haha, and i bet i can post more personal stuff from now on, since its not so popular :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway i feel that video blogging is kinda fun, as well as photo taking. this is an inspiration from littleradge from youtube. go view his videos. i might try it out once i get a decent laptop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like taking retarded photos, it makes my day, provided they look nice enough to be uploaded heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also, i find power 98 a better station to listen to than 98.7 now, there are more variety of songs, than de same few new songs replayed over and over everyday. i will miss the muttons' jokes tho, but well ive learnt something called choice today. and my opportunity cost would be the laughter from listenin to the jokes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im turning into a geek, and i like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright, i will just leave it till here for today. will probably blog tomorrow or sthg, when i feel like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;aufwiedersehen!&lt;br /&gt;aww, i simply miss this expression.&lt;br /&gt;xx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30598300-6244223561787654713?l=daring-out.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30598300/posts/default/6244223561787654713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30598300/posts/default/6244223561787654713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daring-out.blogspot.com/2009/04/omg-tomorrows-good-friday-yeah-break.html' title=''/><author><name>gerald</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03532001621093575399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W8yU6-gkwQc/Svz-c3mzcPI/AAAAAAAAAME/mK4IW-smMGg/S220/Snapshot_20091111_10.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30598300.post-8452038830677235886</id><published>2009-03-29T08:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T08:23:53.810-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sigh, i think ive hurt somebody today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the feeling sucks, but i cant help it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its a matter of choice and i made it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;could have hold it longer, but i was too rash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its my fault.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fuck&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30598300-8452038830677235886?l=daring-out.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30598300/posts/default/8452038830677235886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30598300/posts/default/8452038830677235886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daring-out.blogspot.com/2009/03/sigh-i-think-ive-hurt-somebody-today.html' title=''/><author><name>gerald</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03532001621093575399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W8yU6-gkwQc/Svz-c3mzcPI/AAAAAAAAAME/mK4IW-smMGg/S220/Snapshot_20091111_10.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30598300.post-6203433537087276524</id><published>2009-03-26T07:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T08:01:25.085-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I havent blogged for so long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found someone real nice, we had a reallllly great time :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dont ask who, im not telling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, went sentosa with half de class somewhere back last week&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W8yU6-gkwQc/ScuXDjsNYKI/AAAAAAAAAHk/2ZntYp03m1I/s1600-h/Class+otuing-Sentosa+094.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W8yU6-gkwQc/ScuXDjsNYKI/AAAAAAAAAHk/2ZntYp03m1I/s320/Class+otuing-Sentosa+094.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317509872417071266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;lazy to upload anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there are some sexy shots too  heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.herdaily.com/blogimg/recipes/AppleStrudel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 325px; height: 445px;" src="http://www.herdaily.com/blogimg/recipes/AppleStrudel.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and i crave for some apple strudel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMGGGGG.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30598300-6203433537087276524?l=daring-out.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30598300/posts/default/6203433537087276524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30598300/posts/default/6203433537087276524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daring-out.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-havent-blogged-for-so-long.html' title=''/><author><name>gerald</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03532001621093575399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W8yU6-gkwQc/Svz-c3mzcPI/AAAAAAAAAME/mK4IW-smMGg/S220/Snapshot_20091111_10.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W8yU6-gkwQc/ScuXDjsNYKI/AAAAAAAAAHk/2ZntYp03m1I/s72-c/Class+otuing-Sentosa+094.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30598300.post-2216524397147683073</id><published>2009-03-16T10:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T10:47:27.467-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;moin moin!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im dedicating this post to somebody who earned my utmost respect.&lt;br /&gt;he wasnt somebody outstanding,&lt;br /&gt;nor well-liked(at least that was the impression he gave me)&lt;br /&gt;nor gifted,&lt;br /&gt;but he tries really hard to make something out of what he has,&lt;br /&gt;even if its thru giving material goods.&lt;br /&gt;he does not discriminate,&lt;br /&gt;he tries hard to communicate, not in vain but not to all avail too.&lt;br /&gt;he knew that his class isnt de best,&lt;br /&gt;perhaps he wasnt mr popular in class,&lt;br /&gt;but he has the heart to just purchase something for the class,&lt;br /&gt;so that they wouldnt slp thru lectures.&lt;br /&gt;the cost was nothing, it wasnt even taken into consideration.&lt;br /&gt;his birthday wasnt spent in the best manner like many would,&lt;br /&gt;it wasnt full of anticipation, for his family didnt really celebrate it.&lt;br /&gt;his satisfaction was when we ate with him,&lt;br /&gt;he was welcomed to the idea of treating us something rather pricey,&lt;br /&gt;to be dejected, as we felt guilty.&lt;br /&gt;he speaks honestly, and is willing to share what he knows,&lt;br /&gt;in no way arrogant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he does not need to be identified, but if he chanced upon this, im sure he knows.&lt;br /&gt;great chap, i salute u :)&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;as for myself, nothing much, as usual&lt;br /&gt;mundane routine,&lt;br /&gt;im neither living in a bed of roses, nor going up a rocky jagged path.&lt;br /&gt;meh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30598300-2216524397147683073?l=daring-out.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30598300/posts/default/2216524397147683073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30598300/posts/default/2216524397147683073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daring-out.blogspot.com/2009/03/moin-moin-im-dedicating-this-post-to.html' title=''/><author><name>gerald</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03532001621093575399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W8yU6-gkwQc/Svz-c3mzcPI/AAAAAAAAAME/mK4IW-smMGg/S220/Snapshot_20091111_10.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30598300.post-3857782323828219894</id><published>2009-02-09T03:23:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T03:43:35.950-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hallllo.&lt;br /&gt;shall not use any &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;deutsch &lt;/span&gt;as requested lol.&lt;br /&gt;i realised that many other people have close to a thousand posts, or maybe few hundredS.&lt;br /&gt;this is only my 50th post, lol.&lt;br /&gt;considering the number of months ive opened this blog.&lt;br /&gt;------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aite, gotta start off with my last day of orientation.&lt;br /&gt;short and sweet.&lt;br /&gt;i love miranda, serious (:&lt;br /&gt;first had some group games, where we got downright wet and dirty.&lt;br /&gt;blew some fuckin flour into my eyes cuz i forgotten to close ma eyes.&lt;br /&gt;roflmao. and my whole face too.&lt;br /&gt;got really muddy and dirty but went fabian's house to shower aft heh.&lt;br /&gt;hottt water muahaha&lt;br /&gt;had great meridian siege and i broke one of the evil king's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;thing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woo, i helped miranda earned that 500 points.&lt;br /&gt;miranda also earned anotha 100 pts for settling down de fastest lol,&lt;br /&gt;but nobody seemed to know that till 34986723947029mins later.&lt;br /&gt;kinda tard haha.&lt;br /&gt;prepared for finale after that, and got noticed for my dance.&lt;br /&gt;compliments compliments.. bashful hahah&lt;br /&gt;still.. we screwed up de dance cause we didnt grasp de timing.&lt;br /&gt;de solo was awful lol.&lt;br /&gt;but rawr, anything goes&lt;br /&gt;miranda was 1st runner up overall.&lt;br /&gt;we were cheering like some fktards and got our throats all coarse&lt;br /&gt;den de mass dance was like whooooosh.&lt;br /&gt;my partner for couple dance was so really high on drugs hahaha&lt;br /&gt;and both of us got really gaga&lt;br /&gt;somehow pitied de residents haha,&lt;br /&gt;we must be realllllly noisy.&lt;br /&gt;--------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was day1 of study.&lt;br /&gt;went to school in really &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;baggy &lt;/span&gt;pants lol&lt;br /&gt;thanks to procrastination.&lt;br /&gt;became better friends with my classmates, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;09S107.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;mainly cause of the hugeee intervals b/w lessons where we lepak-ed and chiong chem.&lt;br /&gt;weird though, cause &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I ACTUALLY DO WORK ON DE FIRST SCHOOL DAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;miracles happen, i guess.&lt;br /&gt;wanna send my pants for alterations, den jackson told me his mom could help me do it.&lt;br /&gt;cheaper, and collection on de same day.&lt;br /&gt;whee :D&lt;br /&gt;so had it done.&lt;br /&gt;yay.&lt;br /&gt;---------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got heaps of shit to complete man,&lt;br /&gt;rawr xoxoxox&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway did i mention how short my hair is now?&lt;br /&gt;im next to botah hahahahahahahahha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30598300-3857782323828219894?l=daring-out.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30598300/posts/default/3857782323828219894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30598300/posts/default/3857782323828219894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daring-out.blogspot.com/2009/02/hallllo.html' title=''/><author><name>gerald</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03532001621093575399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W8yU6-gkwQc/Svz-c3mzcPI/AAAAAAAAAME/mK4IW-smMGg/S220/Snapshot_20091111_10.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30598300.post-5600066633244517042</id><published>2009-02-05T04:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T07:47:59.241-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Guten Tag, fans!&lt;br /&gt;ich bin ein Meridian, jetzt Temasekian nix. :D&lt;br /&gt;--------------------&lt;br /&gt;Hello fans,&lt;br /&gt;i am now a Meridian, no longer a Temasekian.&lt;br /&gt;MJC is nice, really, period.&lt;br /&gt;VERY enthu and people are really nice.&lt;br /&gt;i like de mass dances haha.&lt;br /&gt;initially was a tad disappointed cuz no one's in my class,&lt;br /&gt;ended up making many friends, with no discriminations.&lt;br /&gt;heh.&lt;br /&gt;nobody spoke to me in chinese even if i tried to(some said i sounded &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;weird &lt;/span&gt;speakin chinese)&lt;br /&gt;lol. yay.&lt;br /&gt;im in MIRANDA(H?) 4, the BLACK house group, with a black horse as symbol.&lt;br /&gt;my hair was caught for colouring twice cuz i cut de hair and de bottom half is black.&lt;br /&gt;NOBODY realised it wasnt light brown, but a darker shade.&lt;br /&gt;i love de bimbo cheer. lol.&lt;br /&gt;orientation was so cool compared to wad id xperienced so far.&lt;br /&gt;i like my class(:&lt;br /&gt;someone else was being a twat tho.. alwaes got me irritated&lt;br /&gt;-------------------&lt;br /&gt;shall do some quiz cuz havent updated in a while (:&lt;br /&gt;TOOK IT FROM AHMEDKK DE CUNT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;gay is too common a word, changed my fave to cunt &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Name: GeraldCE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Birthday: 5th Jan 92&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Eye Colour: Dark Brown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Hair Colour: Brown &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Height: Close to 1.8?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Right Handed or Left Handed?: Right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Your Heritage: Check de profile lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;My Worst Habit(s): Biting nails, tad vain, cant stop fidgeting, and simply cant stop destroying furniture in de house ROFLMAO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Zodiac Sign: Capricorn&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Shoe Size: UK8-9&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Pant Size: 30-31! OMFG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Parents Still Together?: Duh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Shoes You Wore Today?: Everlast&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOURS&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Your Weakness: too untrusting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Your Fears: murderer behind a door&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Your Perfect Pizza: Hawaiian, but spicy a lil&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Goal You Would Like To Achieve This Year: To have a gf.. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Your Most Overused Phrase In Instant Messenger: weiß nix.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Your Best Physical Feature: My EYES&lt;br /&gt;Your Bedtime: 12 usually&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Your Most Missed Memory: When i was a lil kid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY FAVOURITE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Colours?: BLUE, green&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Food? : I eat everything!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Animal? : Dogs, Kangaroos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ice Cream? : Triple CHOCOLATE, lime sorbet (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Candy? : Gummies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Store? : wadever guys clothing stores&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Salad Dressing? : nyeh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Actor? : Adam Sandler&lt;br /&gt;Actress? : Jennifer Aniston&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Songs? : Changes everytime lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Letter? : G&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Number? : 8(GERRARD, whoo)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Holiday? : i love ALL holidays&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Season? : summer and winter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Toothpaste Flavour?: lime mint&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Radio Station? : 98.7&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Perfume? : dont use them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Scent Besides Perfume?: strawberry gummies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Body Part On The Opposite Sex? : eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRIENDS AND LIFE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;What Do You Want To Be When You Grow Up? : musician, pilot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;How Do You Want To Die? : in my sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FINISH EACH SENTENCE(BEING VERY RANDOM, DONT ASK WHY)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Let’s walk on the: beach!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;What a nice: view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Where did all the: geese go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Why can’t we: stay together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Silly, little: goose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Isn’t it weird that: im gay? lmao&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Never Under Any Circumstance: would i smoke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I wish: i have many many many many wishes :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Everyone has their: weaknesses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I am: a boy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAVE YOU EVER&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Been In love? : uh not really&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Mooned Someone? : almost once lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Been Rejected? : yea sure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ran Away from home? : thot abt it once&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Picture your crush naked? : nyeh, i dont like them for their body&lt;br /&gt;Skipped School? : YES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Thought about Suicide?: nyeh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Slept Outside? : yer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Laughed so hard you cried: yer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Cried in school? : yer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Thrown up in school? : nyeh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Wanted to be a model? : YER lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Cheated on someone? : almost did :X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Done Something Really stupid that you still laugh at it today?: yer, who doesnt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Seen a dead body?: on TV&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Been Bitched Out? : yer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Drank Alcohol? : YER, almost had a hangover prev&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Smoked: nyeh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Been on drugs?: nyeh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Eaten Sushi?: yer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Been on Stage? : yer&lt;br /&gt;Gone Skinny Dipping? : yer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Shoplifted? : yer, but didnt realised it till later, considered?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Been Drunk? : yer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Been called a Tease? : yer lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Been beaten up? : birthday bashes, yer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DO YOU&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Swear? : i swear at my comp all de time ROFLMAO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Sing Well? : some said yes, some said no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Shower Daily? twice or more a day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Want to go to College? : yer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Want to get married? : yer duh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Believe in yourself? : yer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Get motion sickness? : not really&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Think You’re Attractive? : somewhat&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Get along with your parents? : yer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Like thunderstorms? : when im at home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Play an instrument? : piano, electone, guitar, recorder, harmonica, TRIANGLE haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Own an iPod? : IPOD VIDEO WHOO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Pray: nyeh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Go to Church? : nyeh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Sleep with a Stuffed Animal? : my flat dog and my octi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Keep a Diary/ Journal? : only this blog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Dance in the Rain? : yer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Sing in the shower? : always&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS OR THAT&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Pepsi or Coke? : coke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;McDonald’s or BK? : Burger Kings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Single or Group Dates? : Single&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Chocolate or Vanilla? : CHOCOLATE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Strawberries or Blueberries? : Strawberries&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Meat or Veggie? : MEAT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;TV or Movie? : moviessssxzxzxz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Guitar or Drums? : Drums&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Adidas or Nike? : Adidas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Chinese or Mexican? : maxican, de tortillas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Cheerios or Corn Flakes? : cheerios.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Cake or Pie? : CAKE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;MTV or VH1? : MTV&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Blind or Deaf? : Deaf&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Boxers or Briefs? : BOXER BRIEFS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CAN YOU&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Do the splits: yer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Write with both hands: yer, just ugly on left&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Whistle: yer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Blow a bubble: yer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Roll your tounge in a circle : yer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Cross your eyes : yer, need my hand first though&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Walk with your toes curled : yer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Touch your tongue to touch your nose: nyeh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Dance: yer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Eat whatever you want and not worry: all de time lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHO WAS THE LAST PERSON&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;You touched: weiß nix lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;You Talked to on the phone: Siti Khai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;You Instant Messaged: forgot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;You Hugged: forgot too lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;You yelled at: my mama :X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;You played a sport with: ALL my classmates&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHEN WAS THE LAST&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Time you laughed: today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Time you cried: vergass lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Movie you watched: Evan Almighty on HBO, days ago&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Flavour of Gum you chewed: vergass&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Joke you told : today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Song you sung: a min ago&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BELIEFS&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Life on other planets: yer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Magic: nyeh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Love at first sight: nyeh, only affection and lust&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;God: nyeh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Satan: nyeh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ghosts: nyeh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Santa: used to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Evolution: used to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IN A GUY/GIRL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Fav eye colour:  doesnt matter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Fav hair colour: doesnt matter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Short or long hair : DEF LONG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Height: shorter than me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Weight: as long as shes slim enough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Who's the person that tagged you?&lt;br /&gt;- Ahmed Khalil Khan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Relationship between you and him?&lt;br /&gt;- GAY PARTNERS lols&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Three impressions of him?&lt;br /&gt;- noisy, playful, unrestrainable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. If he becomes your enemy, you will?&lt;br /&gt;- ignore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. What will you say to the person you like very much?&lt;br /&gt;- i like you lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Characteristic I like about myself?&lt;br /&gt;- compassionate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Characteristic I hate about myself?&lt;br /&gt;- very untrusting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. For the person whom you hate, you say?&lt;br /&gt;- i wont bother talking to him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. What do people feel about you?&lt;br /&gt;- friendly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Your crush? - none at de moment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. 10 people:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. AKK&lt;br /&gt;2. Muhd&lt;br /&gt;3. LW&lt;br /&gt;4. Jane&lt;br /&gt;5. Siti&lt;br /&gt;6. Justin&lt;br /&gt;7. Kelvin&lt;br /&gt;8. Jiaen&lt;br /&gt;9. Zoa&lt;br /&gt;10. Lynn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. If 5 and 7 were together?&lt;br /&gt;- JOKE OF DE YEAR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Who does 5 like?&lt;br /&gt;- think nobody at de moment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. What colur does 9 like?&lt;br /&gt;- PINK? shes so girly girl type&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Say something bout 8?&lt;br /&gt;- my china trip friend, who still bothers me about some subway cookies lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Who is 2?&lt;br /&gt;- one of my closest friend ever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Talk about 3.&lt;br /&gt;- Liangwei is de crappiest person ive ever met, but a really good friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Who is 10's best friend?&lt;br /&gt;- no9&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Who's the sexiest among all 10?&lt;br /&gt;- im sexier than all of em&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. What colour does 4 like?&lt;br /&gt;- green?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Is 4 single?&lt;br /&gt;- YEA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Your relationship with 1?&lt;br /&gt;- my gay partner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Are 5 and 6 best friend?&lt;br /&gt;- nyeh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. 9's surname?&lt;br /&gt;- CHAN bimbo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. 7's nickname?&lt;br /&gt;- Jiaobin, vin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Say something to 8.&lt;br /&gt;- I REMEMBER DE COOKIES, DONT WORRY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Say something to help 9.&lt;br /&gt;-  nth to say, shes beyond help lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Who do I admire?&lt;br /&gt;- each of them has sthg i admire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Where does 1 live?&lt;br /&gt;- PASIR ris&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. 10 of them know who you like?&lt;br /&gt;- nyeh, dont even have any&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Say something to 6 when you see him.&lt;br /&gt;- yo cunt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. 10's spouse?&lt;br /&gt;- David Archuleta&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30598300-5600066633244517042?l=daring-out.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30598300/posts/default/5600066633244517042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30598300/posts/default/5600066633244517042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daring-out.blogspot.com/2009/02/guten-tag-fans-ich-bin-ein-meridian.html' title=''/><author><name>gerald</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03532001621093575399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W8yU6-gkwQc/Svz-c3mzcPI/AAAAAAAAAME/mK4IW-smMGg/S220/Snapshot_20091111_10.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30598300.post-412297316417437025</id><published>2009-01-22T08:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T08:19:08.435-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hallo, wie gehts? :D&lt;br /&gt;recently ppl have commented that i look like a kid, esp when i laugh&lt;br /&gt;and not being mature enough to wear certain clothing fit for adults.&lt;br /&gt;just here to clarify that i am 17, not 15 and certainly not 13.&lt;br /&gt;i am HAIRY. lol&lt;br /&gt;i probably have eaten more salt than some who have eaten rice(just exaggerating but wth).&lt;br /&gt;i am very 'adult' in some sense though, if u noe wad i mean winks.&lt;br /&gt;apart from the fact that i still like cartoons which i think is perfectly normal heh.&lt;br /&gt;danke schön (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30598300-412297316417437025?l=daring-out.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30598300/posts/default/412297316417437025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30598300/posts/default/412297316417437025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daring-out.blogspot.com/2009/01/hallo-wie-gehts-d-recently-ppl-have.html' title=''/><author><name>gerald</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03532001621093575399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W8yU6-gkwQc/Svz-c3mzcPI/AAAAAAAAAME/mK4IW-smMGg/S220/Snapshot_20091111_10.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30598300.post-5883181636026454930</id><published>2009-01-19T01:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T01:52:26.622-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>BLARDY BILLS.&lt;br /&gt;verdammen est..&lt;br /&gt;EXTRA COSTS INCUR TO 40.40$ MAN!!&lt;br /&gt;im so cutting down on messages and calls.&lt;br /&gt;dont sms me unneccessarily people, CALL ME, i have incoming call FREE.&lt;br /&gt;im gonna spam incoming calls.&lt;br /&gt;im restricting to 500messages NO MORE.&lt;br /&gt;so if im curt in replying or NOT replying, u-noe-why.&lt;br /&gt;stupid data comm too, cause it always auto trigger on..&lt;br /&gt;and cause of that, 5$ additional..&lt;br /&gt;worse is outgoing, 136mins, I DONT CALL OUT.&lt;br /&gt;comfirmed some friggin glitch.&lt;br /&gt;since GOD-KNOWS-WHEN&lt;br /&gt;cunt.&lt;br /&gt;fuck singtel.&lt;br /&gt;URGH.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30598300-5883181636026454930?l=daring-out.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30598300/posts/default/5883181636026454930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30598300/posts/default/5883181636026454930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daring-out.blogspot.com/2009/01/blardy-bills.html' title=''/><author><name>gerald</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03532001621093575399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' 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href='http://daring-out.blogspot.com/2009/01/urgh-urghhhhhhh-holidays-are-ending.html' title=''/><author><name>gerald</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03532001621093575399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W8yU6-gkwQc/Svz-c3mzcPI/AAAAAAAAAME/mK4IW-smMGg/S220/Snapshot_20091111_10.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30598300.post-3657014738227197654</id><published>2009-01-14T06:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T07:01:36.162-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Moment of Truth, Birthday, and many many many outings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Moment of Truth.. of course is the friggin results.&lt;br /&gt;yay.. not.&lt;br /&gt;dont like my results at all.. aint pretty.&lt;br /&gt;'congrats gerald, your lowest was b3 and uve got 5 distinctions'&lt;br /&gt;MAN, THAT MADE MY DAY&lt;br /&gt;'but you have &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;no&lt;/span&gt; A1'&lt;br /&gt;so its pretty obvious now eh..&lt;br /&gt;good thing i can cut off 4 points.&lt;br /&gt;so i have single digit afterall (:&lt;br /&gt;ohwell. live with it, deal with it, life sucks sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;thanks for all those who bothered abt my mood and wadsoever too&lt;br /&gt;and my bros who 'died' with me hahah.&lt;br /&gt;not really proud of this but i think i deserved my results.&lt;br /&gt;didnt put much effort, instead went shopping, lepak, play cards here and there during that crucial period.&lt;br /&gt;nevertheless, my family was happy, so thats pretty much to it(:&lt;br /&gt;anyway to all those who did well, congrats man, u all deserved it.&lt;br /&gt;and to those who did not fare that well, live with it, deal with it, life sucks sometimes. heh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO.. im on a spending spree, sort of a rejuvenation process? for wad, i dunno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;birthday was great toooo, thanks all for the gifts(received or pending lol) and well-wishes.&lt;br /&gt;no pictures cause all were too unglam lolllll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some teeny weeny updates on my life.&lt;br /&gt;i worked my guts out in dec and rested pretty much on jan. have been heading to town pretty much, and just enjoying this really wonderful stressless-highliving-reckless period of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W8yU6-gkwQc/SW3-NyRJ2YI/AAAAAAAAAHU/x0OaRb1sUCI/s1600-h/Image022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W8yU6-gkwQc/SW3-NyRJ2YI/AAAAAAAAAHU/x0OaRb1sUCI/s320/Image022.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291164650015676802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" 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title=''/><author><name>gerald</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03532001621093575399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W8yU6-gkwQc/Svz-c3mzcPI/AAAAAAAAAME/mK4IW-smMGg/S220/Snapshot_20091111_10.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W8yU6-gkwQc/SW3-NyRJ2YI/AAAAAAAAAHU/x0OaRb1sUCI/s72-c/Image022.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30598300.post-484734624444342526</id><published>2008-12-31T00:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T01:46:32.980-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I&lt;br /&gt;ACCIDENTALLY&lt;br /&gt;SQUIRT&lt;br /&gt;MUCH&lt;br /&gt;WHITE&lt;br /&gt;STUFF&lt;br /&gt;ON&lt;br /&gt;THE&lt;br /&gt;BATHROOM&lt;br /&gt;FLOOR&lt;br /&gt;JUST&lt;br /&gt;NOW,&lt;br /&gt;AFTER&lt;br /&gt;HAVING&lt;br /&gt;MUCH&lt;br /&gt;DIFFICULTY.&lt;br /&gt;THE&lt;br /&gt;SHAMPOO&lt;br /&gt;BOTTLE&lt;br /&gt;WAS&lt;br /&gt;STUCK.&lt;br /&gt;DAMN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;My year in 2008 has been rather fruitful so far.&lt;br /&gt;in school, at home, physically, mentally, spiritually etc.&lt;br /&gt;it will also put an end to my secondary school education.&lt;br /&gt;ive learnt so many things that one cant purchase with cash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ive learnt responsibility, as the president of CMs this year,&lt;br /&gt;though i may not demonstrate to my fullest capability.&lt;br /&gt;ive tried to live up to the reputation, although ive failed &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;somehow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;nevertheless, i dont feel like a failure, but glad that i at least gave my shot at it.&lt;br /&gt;im thankful for all the help ive received, from fellow peers(my other CMs), seniors(pei rong etc), and of course Mr Sara, and perhaps some others who contributed along the way as well.&lt;br /&gt;academically wise, not much, just the usual things u gotta do at school, but im also grateful to&lt;br /&gt;all my teachers who believed i can and i will. Mr Toh, Mrs Ang, Mrs Tan, Ms Woon, Mr Yeo etc..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends too, like at least now im clear of who my best mates are, how ive to react and act&lt;br /&gt;to be a good friend too. So many of u i cant name all, but im sure u know who u are, those that&lt;br /&gt;left an impact in my life, a footstep. thanks for accompanying me thru bad times and savouring the good times. love the shopping and outings with justin, kelvin etc, the joggings and soccer matches with the guys, the slackin times with Jane etc, the DDR sessions with jamie, the comical CM meetings with my CMs junhao, yuansong, mervyn, jy and de juniors, crazy times like that swimming at PY's bday party with fadhil, ahmed, ...  the advisor guanhong, not forgettin my 2 best lame mates since sec1 muhd and lw too, whom i hang out with most, talked cock with most, played soccer with most, went lepak-ed with most etcccccc and all the really siao things that we did, esp the stupid 3-5consecutive days at airports 'studying'.. thats not all, all the other friends too, sorry uh, not possible to state every single person. well, ive finally learnto let go, of certain people. someone who everybody just persuaded me to cut off all contacts with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ive also learnt to be a better brother, and maybe, a better son.&lt;br /&gt;like the controlling of my materialistic nature. material goods are not everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;also that 2 dreams who served as a wake up call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ive also got my job at escape this year, and that made my year even more fulfilling.&lt;br /&gt;made me gain some insights of how tough juggling jobs are. the friends ive made there are also really nice, and we are able to share our joys and woes of working, and other aspects of our life. also lynn and zoa esp, for our mahjong sessions lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;furthermore, ive entered electone finals with some newly-made friends this year. really fun people and we even went kbox etc together. the effort and time spent for our Lian Ai-ING is simply priceless. also, we really appreciate the help of our teacher Ms Chua who spent sooooooooooooo much time thinkin of how to help us improve and providing all other treats, and the other group, the TEENS, who look upon us as friends instead of competitors. i didnt forget 1 girl, jacey, for shopping with me at bugis twice haha. i rmb the watermelons, mr noisy shirt and all other trivial things too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think ive matured(duh!) and became vain-er than before. also, i started learning guitar and gymnastics, stopped wushu became a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;little &lt;/span&gt;more hardworking. POCO only, meaning little in spanish. also, i spent money like nobody's business this year and became poorer. haha. kinda typical though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope my new year will be as fruitful(or more) as this year, with more new friends and opportunities. also hope that i can stay in contact with as many people as possible. my resolution however, is to spend less money (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant believe i wrote so much lol, not like anybody will bother reading anyway.&lt;br /&gt;bet this is the only thing that all will notice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; soon everybody.&lt;br /&gt;hopefully all can succeed in de new year and soarrrr.&lt;br /&gt;and ALL OF US TO GET COLORFUL RESULTS FOR O'S.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;auf wiedersehen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30598300-484734624444342526?l=daring-out.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30598300/posts/default/484734624444342526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30598300/posts/default/484734624444342526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daring-out.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-2008-my-year-in-2008-has-been-rather.html' title=''/><author><name>gerald</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03532001621093575399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W8yU6-gkwQc/Svz-c3mzcPI/AAAAAAAAAME/mK4IW-smMGg/S220/Snapshot_20091111_10.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30598300.post-7083272293449066971</id><published>2008-12-24T08:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T08:40:06.452-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;RRRRRR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;X&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;SSSSSSSSS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;V&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;D&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Here's very good xmas lyrics, from the song &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;My Grown Up Christmas List &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;by&lt;/span&gt; Kelly Clarkson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt; Do you remember me&lt;br /&gt;I sat upon your knee&lt;br /&gt;I wrote to you&lt;br /&gt;With childhood fantasies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm all grown up now&lt;br /&gt;And still need help somehow&lt;br /&gt;I'm not a child&lt;br /&gt;But my heart still can dream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's my lifelong wish&lt;br /&gt;My grown up christmas list&lt;br /&gt;Not for myself&lt;br /&gt;But for a world in need&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more lives torn apart&lt;br /&gt;That wars would never start&lt;br /&gt;and wars would never start&lt;br /&gt;And time would heal all hearts&lt;br /&gt;And everyone would have a friend&lt;br /&gt;And right would always win&lt;br /&gt;And love would never end&lt;br /&gt;This is my grown up christmas list&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As children we believed&lt;br /&gt;The grandest sight to see&lt;br /&gt;Was something lovely&lt;br /&gt;Wrapped beneath our tree&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well heaven only knows&lt;br /&gt;That packages and bows&lt;br /&gt;Can never heal&lt;br /&gt;A hurting human soul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more lives torn apart&lt;br /&gt;That wars would never start&lt;br /&gt;And time would heal all hearts&lt;br /&gt;And everyone would have a friend&lt;br /&gt;And right would always win&lt;br /&gt;And love would never end&lt;br /&gt;This is my grown up christmas list&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is this illusion called the innocence of youth&lt;br /&gt;Maybe only in our blind belief can we ever find the truth&lt;br /&gt;(there'd be)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more lives torn apart&lt;br /&gt;That wars would never start&lt;br /&gt;And time would heal all hearts&lt;br /&gt;And everyone would have a friend&lt;br /&gt;And right would always win&lt;br /&gt;And love would never end, oh&lt;br /&gt;This is my grown up christmas list&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my grown up christmas list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;SHORTUPDATE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Went to my auntie's house for xmas celebration just now.&lt;br /&gt;watched crossroads, nice touching movie.&lt;br /&gt;xchanged gifts, food blahblahblah, lotsa fun and some photos too, upload them another day:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;May all sufferings end and everybody to have ever-blessed days ahead(:&lt;br /&gt;AUF WIEDERSEHEN UND FROHE WEIHNACHT!&lt;br /&gt;mein wunsch: hoffenlich, ich kann mein spezielle person finden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/30598300-7083272293449066971?l=daring-out.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30598300/posts/default/7083272293449066971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30598300/posts/default/7083272293449066971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daring-out.blogspot.com/2008/12/m-e-rrrrrr-y-x-m-sssssssss-e-v-e-r-y-b.html' title=''/><author><name>gerald</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03532001621093575399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W8yU6-gkwQc/Svz-c3mzcPI/AAAAAAAAAME/mK4IW-smMGg/S220/Snapshot_20091111_10.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30598300.post-284335240459736350</id><published>2008-12-22T04:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T04:55:43.858-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>moin!&lt;br /&gt;havent update in a while now (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;firssstly, just to clear up some doubts, my hair and eyes were never black, brown BROWN,&lt;br /&gt;just that i made it browner now lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i cant believe SINGAPORE LOST TO VIETNAM. i was there at the stadium with my family.. wasted 26bucks. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;verdamen est. &lt;/span&gt;sg only attack the left flank in the first half and then de right in de 2nd, so predictable.. also, they never take chances man, they shot soooo soft in front of an OPEN goal. süßeeeeee. and its forever long passes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway i screwed up my electone showcase performance, ugh, they all complained it wasnt drama enough. and no more classes of ANY sorts till jan, yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;few days more to christmas, and my schedule is already packed, bought some xmas-cum-bdaygift for myself lol, how pathetic. work, family xmas party, friends' church xmas party, staff party, class chalet, meetup with old german friends, and bday chalet. double yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in case i might forget,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;HAPPPPPY BIRTHDAY TO GUAN HONG in advance. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;i &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;will get u sthg dont worry lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;Auf wiedersehen! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30598300-284335240459736350?l=daring-out.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30598300/posts/default/284335240459736350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30598300/posts/default/284335240459736350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daring-out.blogspot.com/2008/12/moin-havent-update-in-while-now.html' title=''/><author><name>gerald</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03532001621093575399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W8yU6-gkwQc/Svz-c3mzcPI/AAAAAAAAAME/mK4IW-smMGg/S220/Snapshot_20091111_10.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30598300.post-8222417817220008168</id><published>2008-12-04T03:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T04:42:54.757-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HALLO!&lt;br /&gt;Work WOrk WORK,&lt;br /&gt;thats my life now,&lt;br /&gt;everyday.&lt;br /&gt;well almost everyday.&lt;br /&gt;worked bumper boat today,&lt;br /&gt;got fking wet from rain plus the impatient kids of XXX school.&lt;br /&gt;irrrrrrrrritating man.&lt;br /&gt;they just cant wait for their turn,&lt;br /&gt;cant wait for us to load them in boat,&lt;br /&gt;cant wait to get into the &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;6-months-unchanged&lt;/span&gt; water etc..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i was hoping some of them falls inside de water lol, too bad it didnt happen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;their teachers arent exactly very smart either,&lt;br /&gt;dunno the meaning of 2-by-2&lt;br /&gt;THEY SPRAYED MY PANTS AND GOT MY HP WET&lt;br /&gt;§"%$%&amp;amp;%$§&amp;amp;§//%&lt;br /&gt;ohwell.&lt;br /&gt;-------------&lt;br /&gt;pictures update (: im lazy to do more talking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W8yU6-gkwQc/STfG5V3xepI/AAAAAAAAAHE/nUEInGRH1v4/s1600-h/DSC07376.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W8yU6-gkwQc/STfG5V3xepI/AAAAAAAAAHE/nUEInGRH1v4/s320/DSC07376.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275904176913742482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W8yU6-gkwQc/STfG5B-hwKI/AAAAAAAAAG8/r7ejXLPMX88/s1600-h/DSC07345.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W8yU6-gkwQc/STfG5B-hwKI/AAAAAAAAAG8/r7ejXLPMX88/s320/DSC07345.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275904171573362850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W8yU6-gkwQc/STfG48wwhEI/AAAAAAAAAG0/qUm6hoDsZwg/s1600-h/DSC07367.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W8yU6-gkwQc/STfG48wwhEI/AAAAAAAAAG0/qUm6hoDsZwg/s320/DSC07367.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275904170173432898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W8yU6-gkwQc/STfG4yLQLgI/AAAAAAAAAGs/xtqlnxotx9M/s1600-h/DSC07335.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W8yU6-gkwQc/STfG4yLQLgI/AAAAAAAAAGs/xtqlnxotx9M/s320/DSC07335.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275904167331769858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W8yU6-gkwQc/STfG4m33OhI/AAAAAAAAAGk/NoScuwHbfKU/s1600-h/DSC07322.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W8yU6-gkwQc/STfG4m33OhI/AAAAAAAAAGk/NoScuwHbfKU/s320/DSC07322.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275904164297652754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W8yU6-gkwQc/STfHXt6q5uI/AAAAAAAAAHM/8IrftlZyIhs/s1600-h/IMAG0012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W8yU6-gkwQc/STfHXt6q5uI/AAAAAAAAAHM/8IrftlZyIhs/s320/IMAG0012.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275904698764420834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In case ure wondering, the place is Marina Barrage(:&lt;br /&gt;Bis Bald!!!!&lt;br /&gt;------------------&lt;br /&gt;anyway,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAPPY BDAY TO JUSTIN NG AND BENJAMIN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;my sexy friends lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30598300-8222417817220008168?l=daring-out.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30598300/posts/default/8222417817220008168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30598300/posts/default/8222417817220008168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daring-out.blogspot.com/2008/12/hallo-work-work-work-thats-my-life-now.html' title=''/><author><name>gerald</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03532001621093575399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W8yU6-gkwQc/Svz-c3mzcPI/AAAAAAAAAME/mK4IW-smMGg/S220/Snapshot_20091111_10.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W8yU6-gkwQc/STfG5V3xepI/AAAAAAAAAHE/nUEInGRH1v4/s72-c/DSC07376.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30598300.post-106233315460060389</id><published>2008-11-28T08:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T23:19:27.489-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ohh not bad, ms-somebody DID see the post.&lt;br /&gt;i dont care if im being unreasonable, well, i became like this because of SOMEONE anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heh, well, right, u have chosen a date, even üü didnt know about it, she cant even make it on thurs (:&lt;br /&gt;nice transmission. nice comfirmation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, WAS gonna plan something, but i dont see the point.&lt;br /&gt;tell me what's the point?&lt;br /&gt;with all that kinda shit, i think im wasting my effort.&lt;br /&gt;oh, and must i &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;drag&lt;/span&gt; people to come along too?&lt;br /&gt;in case the presents or feeling of SURPRISE is insufficient?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right, just cancel the damn 'celebration', u dont need to give ANY excuses.&lt;br /&gt;a smart person would just change the date, im sure u dont have to accompany her 24/7 day in day out. since u just said, 'nvm loh, cancel loh' without even justifying why and not bothering to change a date when O's are over and everybody is SO free(except me, but i can accomodate), i can safely assume that u were the want who did not want the celebration and outing, not us. so no bollocks that I dont wanna celebrate urs. reflect pls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not petty with close friends? YEAH RIGHT.&lt;br /&gt;i guess its the opposite.&lt;br /&gt;joke of the year man.&lt;br /&gt;how many human witnesses u want? 50 or more?&lt;br /&gt;i can easily get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha care to explain what other plans?&lt;br /&gt;if u mean working, nice want.&lt;br /&gt;try working and tell ur boss,&lt;br /&gt;hey can i dont work this thurs to celebrate a friend's fking birthday?&lt;br /&gt;cool line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ANYWAY, HOW WOULD U KNOW I DIDNT PLAN ANYTHING WHEN U CANT EVEN BLARDY TURN UP? AND THAT U WANNA CANCEL IT, NOT EVEN AGREEING OR SUGGESTING ANOTHER DAY? WHAT A JOKE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway if thats de reason u hate birthdays, esp UR birthday,&lt;br /&gt;grow up man and get a life.&lt;br /&gt;birthdays come every single year, must there be a surprise everytime then?&lt;br /&gt;all surprises would be known-surprises, so irony.&lt;br /&gt;anyway mine was indeed a SURPRISE too.&lt;br /&gt;thanks ANYWAY.&lt;br /&gt;but im gonna say i really appreciate it, even if u dont believe.&lt;br /&gt;--------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;arbeite ist gut heute.&lt;br /&gt;haunted II was quite fun.&lt;br /&gt;i love scaring people and watching them squirm.&lt;br /&gt;so sadist xD&lt;br /&gt;1 almost went into fitz man, she was shaking sooooo badly.&lt;br /&gt;god bless.&lt;br /&gt;brought her out, she clutched onto me soooooo hard my shirt almost tore. lol&lt;br /&gt;haha, being a ride operator aint so bad.&lt;br /&gt;IM WORKING 8.5HOURS TOMORROW.&lt;br /&gt;shit&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30598300-106233315460060389?l=daring-out.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30598300/posts/default/106233315460060389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30598300/posts/default/106233315460060389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daring-out.blogspot.com/2008/11/ohh-not-bad-ms-somebody-did-see-post.html' title=''/><author><name>gerald</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03532001621093575399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W8yU6-gkwQc/Svz-c3mzcPI/AAAAAAAAAME/mK4IW-smMGg/S220/Snapshot_20091111_10.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30598300.post-3462216015295654826</id><published>2008-11-26T22:20:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T08:21:10.317-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;GERRRALDD ARBEITE!!! GERRRALDD IS EMPLOYED!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Escape Theme Park&lt;/span&gt;, 360 degrees of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;fun&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the 3rd day i was already late, damn..&lt;br /&gt;late for 1min, and half an hour's pay was docked&lt;br /&gt;syazwan was running with me lol, we were late together,&lt;br /&gt;pretty comical haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;here comes the cold water&lt;br /&gt;warning: explicit content and colorful languages used.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;----------------------&lt;br /&gt;hey u-know-who, im finally dedicating this post to u.&lt;br /&gt;i dont think theres a need for identification, its all crystal clear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks for making me feel like a jerk.&lt;br /&gt;thanks for requesting me to mend my ways and be nicer.&lt;br /&gt;ive been so obliging, that i kept every single promise to u thereafter,&lt;br /&gt;ive even treated u nicer than before.&lt;br /&gt;well, all good things come to an end eh?&lt;br /&gt;ure being such a stuck up person now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks for that accusation and insincere reply,&lt;br /&gt;shed light on how i should view u from now on.&lt;br /&gt;ive even asked a few friends on how i should react,&lt;br /&gt;whether this friendship is worth continuing or wadsoever,&lt;br /&gt;same ans:&lt;br /&gt;end it.&lt;br /&gt;i think i shall do just that,&lt;br /&gt;saves me any further future agonies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was taken aback, when u told me that i was being fake,&lt;br /&gt;that i told a group of people &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;whom i dont even say hi or bye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;that i hate hanging out with u and whatever gossips uve heard.&lt;br /&gt;use ur common sense man, if i dont want to hang out with u,&lt;br /&gt;i would have spared myself the trouble of asking u to follow me get my contacts.&lt;br /&gt;how smart of u.&lt;br /&gt;furthermore, u insisted that i'd told them &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AFTER &lt;/span&gt;my lit paper, when ive rushed all the way to wait for u at TM, just to end up waiting for u for about half an hour.&lt;br /&gt;i should have better spent that half an hour,&lt;br /&gt;maybe i could use it to say that about u since u desired it so much.&lt;br /&gt;need proof?&lt;br /&gt;ask liangwei.&lt;br /&gt;i should have just gone out with the guys, it will be better in every way.&lt;br /&gt;then when i confronted with u regarding this issue,&lt;br /&gt;u can just shrug it off with&lt;br /&gt;'oh, it's a misunderstanding, then'&lt;br /&gt;can i then stab u with a knife and say&lt;br /&gt;'oh sorry, i did it accidentally?'&lt;br /&gt;different logic, same repercussion.&lt;br /&gt;damage done.&lt;br /&gt;i love that insincerity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then when u didnt even comfirm a time to go Kbox,&lt;br /&gt;u had to feel sore when i told u that i cant make it on thurs,&lt;br /&gt;cause i &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MIGHT&lt;/span&gt; have work attachments.&lt;br /&gt;well u ignored my reply, when i suggested a change of date.&lt;br /&gt;then after maybe 2hours, i received ur most sincere reply ever,&lt;br /&gt;'nvm loh, cancel loh'&lt;br /&gt;woo.&lt;br /&gt;wonderful reply.&lt;br /&gt;then i saw ur private msg,&lt;br /&gt;'a waste of my msgs'&lt;br /&gt;hope its not dedicated to me,&lt;br /&gt;if it is, then have fun,&lt;br /&gt;i really am speechless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its pretty obvious who it is now eh.&lt;br /&gt;sure u can seek revenge, go whine to anybody u want,&lt;br /&gt;go rebuke in a new post of yours,&lt;br /&gt;stating all my HISTORY,&lt;br /&gt;when ive tried to change my attitude thereafter.&lt;br /&gt;buried the hatchet, tried to re-accept u then well it went down the drain,&lt;br /&gt;again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dont worry, ive already more people who are more than willing to side me.&lt;br /&gt;i didnt badmouth u, i just asked for opinions,&lt;br /&gt;i asked for suggestions.&lt;br /&gt;this is 1.&lt;br /&gt;if i owe u anything more, just tell me.&lt;br /&gt;please dont start crying and then start cursing me.&lt;br /&gt;ive had enough of u.&lt;br /&gt;those are only 2 of more things that uve done.&lt;br /&gt;dont bother sending another msg asking for reconciliation.&lt;br /&gt;and stop pretending that nothing happened after every single incident.&lt;br /&gt;i hate that pretence.&lt;br /&gt;1 sorry would be nice, but nah,&lt;br /&gt;apologies wont be accepted anymore.&lt;br /&gt;maybe time will heal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30598300-3462216015295654826?l=daring-out.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30598300/posts/default/3462216015295654826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30598300/posts/default/3462216015295654826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daring-out.blogspot.com/2008/11/gerrraldd-arbeite-gerrraldd-is-employed.html' title=''/><author><name>gerald</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03532001621093575399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W8yU6-gkwQc/Svz-c3mzcPI/AAAAAAAAAME/mK4IW-smMGg/S220/Snapshot_20091111_10.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30598300.post-4347714452502992308</id><published>2008-11-22T07:59:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T08:08:35.043-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>GUTEN NACHT! BIN ZÜRUCK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;high bar is the bomb man :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.freewebs.com/imagesbyjc/032803/34.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 450px; height: 600px;" src="http://www.freewebs.com/imagesbyjc/032803/34.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Im still learning the momentum swinging part, very very irritating.&lt;br /&gt;Coach alex said im using strength, which i shouldnt,&lt;br /&gt;all beginners do..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;verdammen es&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at least i can now do a roundoff back somersault without assistance (:&lt;br /&gt;very rewarding indeed. shall upload the video next time.&lt;br /&gt;currently going for high bar and roundoff back handspring.&lt;br /&gt;AND ITS ONLY BEEN ABOUT A MONTH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;without the 3weeks quarantined week for friggin' O's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my muscle is toooooo tense ugh.&lt;br /&gt;CA gave me a massage.&lt;br /&gt;now my shoulder aches like F, lol&lt;br /&gt;i need to relax my muscles more.&lt;br /&gt;gymnastics gymnastics gymnasticssss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I CAN SPLIT I CAN SPLIT!&lt;br /&gt;LAZY TO UPLOAD PIC TOO LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seeyapplaroundanotherday.&lt;br /&gt;AUFWIEDERSEHEN!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30598300-4347714452502992308?l=daring-out.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30598300/posts/default/4347714452502992308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30598300/posts/default/4347714452502992308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daring-out.blogspot.com/2008/11/guten-nacht-bin-zruck-high-bar-is-bomb.html' title=''/><author><name>gerald</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03532001621093575399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W8yU6-gkwQc/Svz-c3mzcPI/AAAAAAAAAME/mK4IW-smMGg/S220/Snapshot_20091111_10.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30598300.post-8132449512562363169</id><published>2008-11-21T07:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T07:29:15.860-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>POSTNO.37!&lt;br /&gt;HALLO, GUTENNACHT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pictures paint a thousand words&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W8yU6-gkwQc/SSbRl0agK7I/AAAAAAAAAGc/-uMliBf2pgY/s1600-h/PB140142.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W8yU6-gkwQc/SSbRl0agK7I/AAAAAAAAAGc/-uMliBf2pgY/s320/PB140142.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271130861538913202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Goners Brothers/Wonderboys/Wadeverman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W8yU6-gkwQc/SSbRlmgVOhI/AAAAAAAAAGU/_HJ0lpI4sUs/s1600-h/DSC07200.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W8yU6-gkwQc/SSbRlmgVOhI/AAAAAAAAAGU/_HJ0lpI4sUs/s320/DSC07200.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271130857805265426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never-say-die balloon(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W8yU6-gkwQc/SSbRlk1JbEI/AAAAAAAAAGM/kOrXRzTxxxA/s1600-h/DSC07183.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W8yU6-gkwQc/SSbRlk1JbEI/AAAAAAAAAGM/kOrXRzTxxxA/s320/DSC07183.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271130857355701314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ICH LIEBE MAC!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats all folks for today, tune in again tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30598300-8132449512562363169?l=daring-out.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30598300/posts/default/8132449512562363169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30598300/posts/default/8132449512562363169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daring-out.blogspot.com/2008/11/postno.html' title=''/><author><name>gerald</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03532001621093575399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W8yU6-gkwQc/Svz-c3mzcPI/AAAAAAAAAME/mK4IW-smMGg/S220/Snapshot_20091111_10.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W8yU6-gkwQc/SSbRl0agK7I/AAAAAAAAAGc/-uMliBf2pgY/s72-c/PB140142.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30598300.post-7068303032629176692</id><published>2008-11-13T06:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T07:41:24.213-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>living in singapore sucks.&lt;br /&gt;it's fking hot and humid, so it would be a miracle not to sweat.&lt;br /&gt;the traffic system with so darn many traffic lights are stupid,&lt;br /&gt;when u got past 1 red light, another red lights up in front.&lt;br /&gt;even if you are the only car at midnight stranded in front of a red light,&lt;br /&gt;you gotta wait for it to turn green.&lt;br /&gt;SBS isnt any better,&lt;br /&gt;you either get all ur buses coming together, like three 9s coming in a line,&lt;br /&gt;or no 9s at all for 15mins.&lt;br /&gt;whenever u put the frustrations of an SBS bus with a traffic light,&lt;br /&gt;you shortened your life by half an hour,&lt;br /&gt;and you can finish half your mp3's battery.&lt;br /&gt;ERPs are everywhere,&lt;br /&gt;they suck money from your card.&lt;br /&gt;i reckon ERPs will be set up outside lifts next time,&lt;br /&gt;or even at the entrances of shopping centre,&lt;br /&gt;to prevent overcrowding.&lt;br /&gt;EZlink card is the new cashcard.&lt;br /&gt;prices are rising, ministers' pay are rising,&lt;br /&gt;but workers' pay are cut,&lt;br /&gt;or some even faced retrenchment, see the recent bank issue.&lt;br /&gt;well it's important that our ministers have high pay cheques,&lt;br /&gt;so that they will not be corrupted&lt;br /&gt;and make decisions that might only benefit them instead of the country.&lt;br /&gt;talking about integrity.&lt;br /&gt;love the fireworks at countdowns and new years,&lt;br /&gt;oh those are paid by our taxes.&lt;br /&gt;this is not a really green city,&lt;br /&gt;we dont even have a patch of clear water.&lt;br /&gt;every sea or river you see are brown,&lt;br /&gt;or just strewned with rubbish.&lt;br /&gt;we dont have seasons in singapore, neither do we have big waves here.&lt;br /&gt;we are safe,&lt;br /&gt;but we have no sports worth playing.&lt;br /&gt;surfing? nah, no waves.&lt;br /&gt;skiing? nah, no snow.&lt;br /&gt;we only have table tennis.&lt;br /&gt;yes we have other sports, none of which qualify for olympics.&lt;br /&gt;our silver-medal awardists gets loads of money, yay.&lt;br /&gt;foreign talents rock.&lt;br /&gt;we have singapore idol, project superstar, campus superstar etc,&lt;br /&gt;none of which the winner goes beyond our borders.&lt;br /&gt;our idols faded into daily celebrities in local reality shows.&lt;br /&gt;oh did i talk about fellow mates?&lt;br /&gt;u can have 1000000000000000 people queuing to get 1 freebie worth maybe 2 bucks.&lt;br /&gt;we also have so many fashion parades everyday,&lt;br /&gt;quite interesting i might say,&lt;br /&gt;non-proportional clothings, colorblind people, same punk hair everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;also, teenagers have to be home by 11,&lt;br /&gt;or else they will get mugged by robbers&lt;br /&gt;and chased by polices too,&lt;br /&gt;maybe k9s will be used to detect for the presence of under-18s too.&lt;br /&gt;anyway, we have no natural resources,&lt;br /&gt;we only have people, so they gotta be eager learners.&lt;br /&gt;PSLE and OLevels are just part and parcel of life,&lt;br /&gt;if you screw up there goes your future.&lt;br /&gt;wait wait wait,&lt;br /&gt;before you go for olevels,&lt;br /&gt;remember your attire!&lt;br /&gt;short neat hair for boys, nicely tied up fringe for girls.&lt;br /&gt;or no tapering of pants, skirt gotta be only 2cm above knees too.&lt;br /&gt;its important to give good impressions,&lt;br /&gt;of nerds, geeks, little goody-2-shoes-who-dont-ever-grow-up.&lt;br /&gt;what do you learn from Olevels actually?&lt;br /&gt;phythagoras theorem?&lt;br /&gt;oh yea, it's important, so that you can figure out the distance to swim from this shore to the next,&lt;br /&gt;or even the angle of elevation or depression by using it with sine, cosine or tangent.&lt;br /&gt;differentiation is cool too, you get to find the gradient of an quadratic equation.&lt;br /&gt;next time you think of a curve, think differentiation.&lt;br /&gt;wad is the gradient of our sun?&lt;br /&gt;i learnt typicality too, that each exam paper for each subject is only 1 paper,&lt;br /&gt;1 paper is not representative of our capability as a person.&lt;br /&gt;furthermore, ive learnt how well singapore was developed.&lt;br /&gt;our healthcare needs was so successful,&lt;br /&gt;people without income just cant wait to receive quality healthcare.&lt;br /&gt;but wait, i forgot, they cant afford to,&lt;br /&gt;they have no income, no CPF, no medisave.&lt;br /&gt;medifund is provided, but not enough.&lt;br /&gt;its okie, they can mortage their house.&lt;br /&gt;is it safe to mortage actually?&lt;br /&gt;nah, banks unreliable,&lt;br /&gt;economy downturn, we have other markets to depend on,&lt;br /&gt;lets see if there's any progress.&lt;br /&gt;singapore is such a wonderful place.&lt;br /&gt;i love singapore so much that i cant wait to emigrate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ps: dont bother retaliating or feeling sore about this post if youre some SG-fanatic.  its my perspective,  go post your own i-love-singapore post if u want.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;simply love&lt;/span&gt; this website.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.joewein.de/sg.html"&gt;1&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pablo: where are you from?&lt;br /&gt;Chris: im from singapore.&lt;br /&gt;Pablo: ?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30598300-7068303032629176692?l=daring-out.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30598300/posts/default/7068303032629176692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30598300/posts/default/7068303032629176692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daring-out.blogspot.com/2008/11/living-in-singapore-sucks.html' title=''/><author><name>gerald</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03532001621093575399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W8yU6-gkwQc/Svz-c3mzcPI/AAAAAAAAAME/mK4IW-smMGg/S220/Snapshot_20091111_10.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30598300.post-812011722808818170</id><published>2008-11-07T02:08:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T02:38:08.901-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hallo.&lt;br /&gt;i found the anti-male discrimination/female-rights thing soooo interesting online.&lt;br /&gt;wow.&lt;br /&gt;I am lazy to summarise or wadsoever, just read these if u want..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ifeminists.net/introduction/editorials/2006/0927blumhorst.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://mensnewsdaily.com/archive/l/l-misc/leo090402.htm"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://mensnewsdaily.com/archive/l/l-misc/leo090402.htm"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;this was shocking yet relieving to the male gender though &lt;a href="http://mensnewsdaily.com/archive/l/l-misc/leo090402.htm"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.acf.hhs.gov/programs/cb/pubs/cm04/images/f3-6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 405px; height: 309px;" src="http://www.acf.hhs.gov/programs/cb/pubs/cm04/images/f3-6.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;38.8% of domestic abuse is done by mothers, but only 18.3% is by fathers.&lt;br /&gt;nice ideology that men are bastards eh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this would be nice:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Courier New,mono;" &gt;"The time is ripe for people to think            about the unspoken anti-male 'ism' in our colleges and schools," she            says. And in the rest of the popular culture as &lt;nobr&gt;well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/nobr&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New,mono;"&gt;&lt;nobr&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;just a small update on my life: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LIT IS OVERRRRRR WOOOOOOOOOOOOOO. PARTAY TIME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/nobr&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Courier New,mono;" &gt;&lt;nobr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/nobr&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Courier New,mono;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;NOT FORGETTING:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Courier New,mono;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPY &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New,mono;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;belated &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Courier New,mono;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;BIRRRRRRTHDAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;JANE LoooOOOOOOWWOWOWOWOW &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W8yU6-gkwQc/SRQaKuBwFFI/AAAAAAAAAGE/FWZP7Hbvk7g/s1600-h/DSC02297.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W8yU6-gkwQc/SRQaKuBwFFI/AAAAAAAAAGE/FWZP7Hbvk7g/s320/DSC02297.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265862635759342674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;nobr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/nobr&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Courier New,mono;" &gt;&lt;nobr&gt;&lt;/nobr&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Courier New,mono;" &gt;&lt;nobr&gt;&lt;/nobr&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30598300-812011722808818170?l=daring-out.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30598300/posts/default/812011722808818170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30598300/posts/default/812011722808818170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daring-out.blogspot.com/2008/11/hallo.html' title=''/><author><name>gerald</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03532001621093575399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W8yU6-gkwQc/Svz-c3mzcPI/AAAAAAAAAME/mK4IW-smMGg/S220/Snapshot_20091111_10.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W8yU6-gkwQc/SRQaKuBwFFI/AAAAAAAAAGE/FWZP7Hbvk7g/s72-c/DSC02297.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30598300.post-5978702202548523279</id><published>2008-10-31T08:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T09:06:18.775-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ich spreche nicht über studien heute.&lt;br /&gt;just about some random things.&lt;br /&gt;about me of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WELCOME TO RANDOM FRIDAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)G can eat more than 20 chocolate bars plus 1 pint of icecream(with choc fudge and many many toppings) anytime (:&lt;br /&gt;2)G drinks, but hardly get hangovers.&lt;br /&gt;3)G thinks that taylor swift is so pretty :D&lt;br /&gt;4)G never sneezes less than twice, they always come in pairs, like homologous series. lol&lt;br /&gt;5)G loves hot fudge sundaes with chocolate rice lol.&lt;br /&gt;6)G gets so easily fascinated by anything that he changes interest every few days&lt;br /&gt;7)G thought of naming his son Grahan and daughter Jessica&lt;br /&gt;8)G never knew how to properly open a can food till he was around 14 cause he always ended up breaking the ring instead .&lt;br /&gt;9)G hopes to invent a window that allows only de breeze to enter but not the rain.&lt;br /&gt;10)G always marvel at the weirdest things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats all folks, thanks for tuning in.&lt;br /&gt;AUF WIEDERSEHEN.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30598300-5978702202548523279?l=daring-out.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30598300/posts/default/5978702202548523279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30598300/posts/default/5978702202548523279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daring-out.blogspot.com/2008/10/ich-spreche-nicht-ber-studien-heute.html' title=''/><author><name>gerald</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03532001621093575399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W8yU6-gkwQc/Svz-c3mzcPI/AAAAAAAAAME/mK4IW-smMGg/S220/Snapshot_20091111_10.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30598300.post-4760088115574338060</id><published>2008-10-02T08:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T09:24:38.341-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hallo,&lt;br /&gt;ich bin sehr müde, aber noch.. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;verse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;training today was kinda disastrous. think i got some internal injuries. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;verdammen es. &lt;/span&gt;coach alex said it was muscle memory, that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;meine &lt;/span&gt;muscles were 'forgetful' today.. muscle memories are the reason why athletes train soo damn hard and frequent for, cause it can happen on one fine day, on your most anticipated competition, where your muscles 'feign' ignorance, pretending it was the first day you're training.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;chorus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ja, the main thing i wanna blog about today is &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;ADULTS vs TEENAGERS&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in some recent spate of debates, some &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ADULTS &lt;/span&gt;complained that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TEENAGERS &lt;/span&gt;nowadays are irresponsible,  wilder, ruder than before. true in a way, cause teenagers tend to be more rebellious. on the contrary, aren't adults supposed to be blamed too? since much of these &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;vice &lt;/span&gt;were picked up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just today, typical scene at the bus interchange, where people from all walks of life were rushing to get home, when an old lady, in her late fifties i suppose, pushed her way into a bus, obviously ignoring everybody else who was queuing up. in a nonchalant manner, she just grabbed a seat and sat down. some people were dissed but nobody said anything, perhaps out of respect for elderly. anyway, she was so stylish, and even wore sunglasses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 example, perhaps not representative of much, but well there are a few more. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first off, CIPs in schools are considered compulsory, reasoned to improve a student's&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;community spirit. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;patriotism? &lt;/span&gt;students are supposed to participate in the CIPs, learn from it, gain experiences, gain insight on community etc etc rather than harp on getting 100 CIP hours. often the school PLANS and ORGANISES the activities, but students sweat it out. how often do you see a principal on the streets trying to sell flags? alternatively, how often do you see office men and ladies trying to sell flags? so does it mean that adults in the working world have too much community spirit? or they are already contributed their part in community by sustaining our economy? hence, need not undergo CIP activities&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;are teenagers more able-bodied than adults that standing under the blazing sun to sell flags for 3-4 hours is considered &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nothing&lt;/span&gt;? while there might be serious repercussions to get adults to take part in such simple activity? anyway, is there any company so far which can afford to visit an old folks' home, and spreading the joy of working in the society?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;secondly, where adults complain about teenagers leaving a mess on the table after eating and leaving their trays etc on Mac tables waiting for cleaners to do the jobs blahblahblah yadaa yadaa yadaa. schools are successful in getting students to clear up their tables after meals, but why not elsewhere? well, reason being adults have already instilled this mindset that 'it's alright to leave your finished food on the tables, it's okie to spit whatever's in your mouth on the tables or plates as long as you don't make it look too disturbing, and tissues can be stuffed under plates, cause the cleaners can do the job. and oh, there's no pails etc to throw the plates in, nah, we HAVE the cleaners. they earn their living serving us,' on modern teenagers, so how's bad is it to follow?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;third point, jaywalking is an offence. how many schools have reprimanded students for jaywalking while their teachers jaywalked just outside the school compound? students are bound to follow. how many adults have grabbed their children's hands and dashed across the road simply because the traffic lights' are a good 10metres away? wouldn't their children just adhere?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to add on, remember any events like 'free cone day' where free B&amp;amp;J's icecreams were distributed FOC? i noticed about half the populations being adults 'choping' places for their friends, children etc, numerous office people queuing for 1 tiny cone, and many other adults by the side criticizing teenagers who are queuing for being cheapskate and choping places etc.. not bad eh, when these working adults couldnt squeeze ANY of their worktime to do some services yet have the time to rejoice over their accomplishment of managing to get ONE icecream or survey the crowds (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;teenagers are being moulded by our good role models -- adults. we are simply imitating them, there's nothing wrong with that. Our PM has often advocated on Singapore being a gracious society, im sure that day will come soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;right&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30598300-4760088115574338060?l=daring-out.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30598300/posts/default/4760088115574338060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30598300/posts/default/4760088115574338060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daring-out.blogspot.com/2008/10/hallo-ich-bin-sehr-mde-aber-noch.html' title=''/><author><name>gerald</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03532001621093575399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W8yU6-gkwQc/Svz-c3mzcPI/AAAAAAAAAME/mK4IW-smMGg/S220/Snapshot_20091111_10.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30598300.post-4055803114614392918</id><published>2008-09-30T06:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T06:19:43.779-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>süße geschichte..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;A man came home from work late, tired and irritated, to find his 5-year old son waiting for him at the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SON: 'Daddy, may I ask you a question?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAD: 'Yeah sure, what it is?' replied the man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SON: 'Daddy, how much do you make an hour?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAD: 'That's none of your business. Why do you ask such a thing?' the man said angrily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SON: 'I just want to know. Please tell me, how much do you make an hour?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAD: 'If you must know, I make $50 an hour.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SON: 'Oh,' the little boy replied, with his head down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SON: 'Daddy, may I please borrow $25?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The father was furious, 'If the only reason you asked that is so you can borrow some money to buy a silly toy or some other nonsense, then you march yourself straight to your room and go to bed. Think about why you are being so selfish. I don't work hard everyday for such childish frivolities.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The little boy quietly went to his room and shut the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man sat down and started to get even angrier about the little boy's questions. How dare he ask such questions only to get some money?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After about an hour or so, the man had calmed down , and started to think:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe there was something he really needed to buy with that $25.00 and he really didn't ask for money very often The man went to the door of the little boy's room and opened the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Are you asleep, son?' He asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'No daddy, I'm awake,' replied the boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'I've been thinking, maybe I was too hard on you earlier' said the man. 'It's been a long day and I took out my aggravation on you. Here's the $25 you asked for.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The little boy sat straight up, smiling. 'Oh, thank you daddy!' he yelled. Then, reaching under his pillow he pulled out some crumpled up bills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man saw that the boy already had money, started to get angry again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The little boy slowly counted out his money, and then looked up at his father.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Why do you want more money if you already have some?' the father grumbled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Because I didn't have enough, but now I do,' the little boy replied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Daddy, I have $50 now. Can I buy an hour of your time? Please come home early tomorrow. I would like to have dinner with you.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The father was crushed. He put his arms around his little son, and he begged for his forgiveness. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:fuchsia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: fuchsia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just a short reminder to all of you working so hard in life. We should not let time slip through our fingers without having spent some time with those who really matter to us, those close to our hearts. Do remember to share that $50 worth of your time with someone you love. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we die tomorrow, the company that we are working for could easily replace us in a matter of hours. But the family &amp;amp; friends we leave behind will feel the loss for the rest of their lives.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:6;color:maroon;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 24pt; color: maroon;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30598300-4055803114614392918?l=daring-out.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30598300/posts/default/4055803114614392918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30598300/posts/default/4055803114614392918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daring-out.blogspot.com/2008/09/se-geschichte.html' title=''/><author><name>gerald</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03532001621093575399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W8yU6-gkwQc/Svz-c3mzcPI/AAAAAAAAAME/mK4IW-smMGg/S220/Snapshot_20091111_10.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30598300.post-8905762215298816163</id><published>2008-09-14T06:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T06:41:07.256-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hallo. ich bin hier wieder(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will do some update on my life,&lt;br /&gt;prelims sucks. functional writing &amp;amp; SBQ was ****ing crap, %#$@$&amp;amp;$^%&amp;amp;*&amp;amp;&lt;br /&gt;and carelessness is my biggest foe now. if only it was an organism, i would shoot it dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gymnastics on the other hand was great, roundoff backtuck was successful, but i'm still working on  my back handspring.. man. coach alex found it ironic that i mastered back somersault quicker than back handspring lol. it's all the head, the head..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one of the greatest thing this week was my sister's engagement (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W8yU6-gkwQc/SM0SSYzBOGI/AAAAAAAAAD0/laZKRjBoCbc/s1600-h/1_420881021l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W8yU6-gkwQc/SM0SSYzBOGI/AAAAAAAAAD0/laZKRjBoCbc/s320/1_420881021l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245869248059881570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Glückwünsche, ich hoffe bleiben du glücklich :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W8yU6-gkwQc/SM0TZK5AQMI/AAAAAAAAAD8/8pxQlvfb8F0/s1600-h/1_656210254l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W8yU6-gkwQc/SM0TZK5AQMI/AAAAAAAAAD8/8pxQlvfb8F0/s320/1_656210254l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245870464097599682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ja, rotwein. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W8yU6-gkwQc/SM0To1edcyI/AAAAAAAAAEE/fRlEGiWS1Ag/s1600-h/1_275915306l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W8yU6-gkwQc/SM0To1edcyI/AAAAAAAAAEE/fRlEGiWS1Ag/s320/1_275915306l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245870733227029282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W8yU6-gkwQc/SM0T1LWx4jI/AAAAAAAAAEM/yRZvKyYbfrU/s1600-h/1_195962122l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W8yU6-gkwQc/SM0T1LWx4jI/AAAAAAAAAEM/yRZvKyYbfrU/s320/1_195962122l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245870945258824242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;schöner platz(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;that should be all. auf wiedersehen!&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/30598300-8905762215298816163?l=daring-out.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30598300/posts/default/8905762215298816163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30598300/posts/default/8905762215298816163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daring-out.blogspot.com/2008/09/hallo.html' title=''/><author><name>gerald</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03532001621093575399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W8yU6-gkwQc/Svz-c3mzcPI/AAAAAAAAAME/mK4IW-smMGg/S220/Snapshot_20091111_10.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W8yU6-gkwQc/SM0SSYzBOGI/AAAAAAAAAD0/laZKRjBoCbc/s72-c/1_420881021l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30598300.post-2237539825321258206</id><published>2008-08-18T01:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T01:31:19.774-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Mein deutsch ist nicht gut ber ich hoffe, Deutschland irgendwie zu besichtigen.&lt;br /&gt;Danke&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30598300-2237539825321258206?l=daring-out.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30598300/posts/default/2237539825321258206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30598300/posts/default/2237539825321258206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daring-out.blogspot.com/2008/08/mein-deutsch-ist-nicht-gut-ber-ich.html' title=''/><author><name>gerald</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03532001621093575399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W8yU6-gkwQc/Svz-c3mzcPI/AAAAAAAAAME/mK4IW-smMGg/S220/Snapshot_20091111_10.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30598300.post-7103233931897806419</id><published>2008-08-10T03:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T04:14:10.179-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i wanna travel around the world i wanna travel around the world i wanna travel around the world i wanna travel around the world i wanna travel around the world i wanna travel around the world i wanna travel around the world i wanna travel around the world i wanna travel around the world i wanna travel around the world i wanna travel around the world i wanna travel around the world i wanna travel around the world i wanna travel around the world i wanna travel around the world i wanna travel around the world i wanna travel around the world i wanna travel around the world i wanna travel around the world i wanna travel around the world i wanna travel around the world i wanna travel around the world i wanna travel around the world i wanna travel around the world i wanna travel around the world i wanna travel around the world i wanna travel around the world i wanna travel around the world i wanna travel around the world i wanna travel around the world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no chance this year damn, but well 4 out of 6 of my family members are going Korea. NOT ME. why why why why WHY?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bugs are pervs, they peek at you bathing then stayed to wait for another forthcoming victim. it's like they found their niche in the bathroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.neostudios.com.sg/images/posterMne2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 173px; height: 249px;" src="http://www.neostudios.com.sg/images/posterMne2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just watched the movie few days back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Review(Spoiler Alert$%^&amp;amp;#)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;this is a very vague review, in case being tooooooo much of a spoiler&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Compliments:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Able to invoke strong emotions, at least some anger for me, makes me also realise the dilemmas able-bodied parents/offsprings actually faced, rich or poor. I thought that this movie would be the alleged-cliche kinda local movie, but the fact that they added the scene of the choice between the parent and the child actually impressed me. Some twists here and there, and i like how lifestyles of each family-class is mentioned. Very singapore, as the kiasu, kiasi etc. personalities are being emphasized much. family bonds are strongly stressed too, which in my opinion, is a good thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Criticizes:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some scenes are so fake: the 3D effects + the repetition scenes are so obvious. The movie is quite draggy, how they tried to put in every single detail when there are some unnecessary wants. I also abhor the COINCIDENCE in this movie(just like all other typical movies). I would rather a tension-building climax than a KABOOM-BCUZ-OF-COINCIDENCE-IT-JUST-CAME kinda climax. not exactly a bad thing, but the movie is very hokkien, so it might not be worth it IF u dont understand hokkien. last thing, because the story is based on ONE WHOLE family, so the connections are all over the place, and that almost every scene is 'equal in weightage'. i dont see which part is more important etc.. the movie is also not very mind-etching for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Overall:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Watch only if you feel like it, not a must-watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;note: you dont have to agree with my criticisms, it's all based solely on my views. please dont go disagree and make a hullabaloo over it. if ure a great fan of the movie, be it that way, i dont have to be converted into one. thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SONG TO LIKE:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;The Man Who Can't Be Moved by The Scripts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vids.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=vids.individual&amp;amp;videoid=38927531"&gt;The Man Who Can't be Moved&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="360" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://mediaservices.myspace.com/services/media/embed.aspx/m=38927531,t=1,mt=video"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://mediaservices.myspace.com/services/media/embed.aspx/m=38927531,t=1,mt=video" allowfullscreen="true" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="360" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30598300-7103233931897806419?l=daring-out.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30598300/posts/default/7103233931897806419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30598300/posts/default/7103233931897806419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daring-out.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-wanna-travel-around-world-i-wanna.html' title=''/><author><name>gerald</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03532001621093575399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W8yU6-gkwQc/Svz-c3mzcPI/AAAAAAAAAME/mK4IW-smMGg/S220/Snapshot_20091111_10.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30598300.post-1139038832327311037</id><published>2008-07-29T07:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T01:25:51.569-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nationalities&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hello everybody, i'm chromosome W in my owner, Gerald's body.&lt;br /&gt;call me watt.&lt;br /&gt;i'm here on my own accord, dont ask me how.&lt;br /&gt;i must have undergone some mutation while i was still a toddler.&lt;br /&gt;i seemed to have been influenced &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;westernly &lt;/span&gt;or &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;arabic-ally&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;i've caused much misunderstandings, cuz' only people who know my owner long enough can differentiate his nationality, although he is &lt;strike&gt;100% pure chinese&lt;/strike&gt; and have descended from a &lt;strike&gt;long history of chinese ancestors&lt;/strike&gt;, they didnt seem to have passed on any/much oriental traits to him.&lt;br /&gt;just a while ago, the malay vendor mistook him for a malay and spoke malay to him.&lt;br /&gt;his co-form chinese teacher also mistook him for a malay when he first spoke to him.&lt;br /&gt;3 days back, while attending a lesson, the teacher asked whether he was mixed. being frolicksome, he said he was a mixed of a dutch and chinese. the teacher fell for it.&lt;br /&gt;a few friends thot that he was ABC(american-born-chinese).&lt;br /&gt;out of the many nationalities, people also assumed he's hispanic, japanese, mexican, etc..&lt;br /&gt;however gerald seemed to enjoy it, weirdo.&lt;br /&gt;i hope his offsprings turn out alright next time.&lt;br /&gt;till then.&lt;br /&gt;----------&lt;br /&gt;hello everybody i'm gerald's left hand, call doe.&lt;br /&gt;i've decided to do my owner a favour by replying to all his unanswered tags.&lt;br /&gt;from 9july onwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;zhiyi&lt;3 style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;hello, yeah nobody's perfect. ive started anew haha, or maybe i did. TXFB has a bad ending~ that chang guy didnt marry a fatass&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Josephine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;seems too late to reply this tag but i will do it anyway. take him to US then(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ahmed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;what to do? we live in SG. what's UGUAY?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sabina&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;i give you permission to plagiarise, wahaha. do what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;kh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;what theory? i can give u permission to plagiarise too. u dont need to credit me unless there's prizes (: &amp;amp; im honest, sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;kira&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;is it surprising that i read the papers? aww.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b class="pn_std"&gt;Junyee!&lt;3&gt;&lt;span class="pn_std"&gt;it's nice, you gotta be more appreciative, like me *ahem*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cherie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;i didnt cry, so it's not sad wahahha. but it's quite touching&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b class="pn_std"&gt;headless ghost&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="pn_std"&gt;why headless ghost uh? and yeah alfred shouldnt die, i rather de chang guy die wahahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b class="pn_std"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'it's not what you are, but what you do, that defines you as a person'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30598300-1139038832327311037?l=daring-out.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30598300/posts/default/1139038832327311037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30598300/posts/default/1139038832327311037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daring-out.blogspot.com/2008/07/nationalities-hello-everybody-im.html' title=''/><author><name>gerald</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03532001621093575399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W8yU6-gkwQc/Svz-c3mzcPI/AAAAAAAAAME/mK4IW-smMGg/S220/Snapshot_20091111_10.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30598300.post-5225596468109327305</id><published>2008-07-21T06:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T08:05:50.152-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I seemed to be glued to the TV today. interestingly, i just watched a HK movie titled Moments of Love. hahaha. so that shall be the topic of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are 5 kinda love complications in the movie, akin to reality actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)Guy A was a damned kinda guy; not rich, cant sustain jobs, and even his relationship ended bitterly. He had this girlfriend, a, whom he loved dearly. He once proposed to her, and she accepted on 1 condition, if he can throw a brick down a high-rised building without hurting anybody. The first brick he picked up had a break-up letter underneath it, they read the note, which was flawless and very 'literature'. girl a then changed the condition to finding this pair of couple, with only a very vague clue of 'moonlight' from some window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tragedy struck when girl a ran down the staircase playfully, expecting guy A to chase after her. She was knocked down by a truck, leaving guy A bonkers. He frantically searched for the couples, while hallucinating that she was still around, and finally found them. Both of them are in an aged home, but the male(Peter) had passed away. The female lived in denial, and continued to read to 'him'. The nurse left her alone as  it wouldnt serve any help to her current plight by constantly reminding her that Peter's dead. She's left all alone too, with no family support or anything. guy A witnessed the situation, and related it to his. he understood that she threw the break-up letter away just so she that she dont have to face the music: Peter's dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy A ended up missing girl a even more, and went up to the rooftop, throwing bricks down, reminiscing the times with girl a, and how he had witnessed her death. the story ended with him being caught by the police for endangering passers-by's  lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2)Another part is where girl b left guy B for making her suffer verbal abuse throughout their relationship. unable to withstand anymore, she left him one day. feeling remorseful, guy B ventured into business, setting up a 'venting' shop, where people would be able to verbally abuse him freely, clearing their emotions. of course, he charges them for it. guy B even went to the extreme once, allowing one customer to wallop the hell outta him. guy B landed in hospital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gal b visited guy B reluctantly. guy B asked for a patch, without success initially. he then explained to her about the business, that he wanted to experience what she went through being with him in the past. he wanted to feel the misery, how it was like to be at the losing end, to allow people to elate, while redeeming himself at the same time. the extreme of letting himself beaten is to actually prove his sincerity, and end his sorrow once and for all. touched by his sincerity, they got back together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3)This story is about how it's impossible for a student to get into a relationship with his/her teacher. the story just ends up with the student getting hurt. self-explantory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4)The story of how 3 words, 'i love you', can make so much difference. Guy C and gal c are fond of each other, but neither would admit. guy C made much sacrifices for gal c, all ended in vain as both of them were too adamant, too stubborn, too hard of a nutcase to crack, to just say the 3 words. guy C ended up getting retrenched for covering up for gal c in some survey job. gal c wanted to apologize, but realised that she doesnt have his number. she missed him, but couldnt do anything about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a year later, he found a job as the general manager of the same company, thru his capabilities. this time, they met again, and the guy finally said the 3 words. gal c didnt think that she deserves this, but what-the-hell, they ended up together anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5)The last story is about feeling happy for your loved ones, even if u know ure not gonna be with him/her etc.. i feel too lazy to elaborate~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, brings me back to my point, relationships are sophisticated, but can be nice in a way. i sympathize guy A most though, cause u cant resurrect a dead person. sometimes life's really a bitch, and we gotta grit thru it and deal with it. i wanted to blog more, but feels realllllly lazy all of a sudden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prison's break getting interesting, so's Tang Xin Feng Bao. Friend's aint bad too :D&lt;br /&gt;imma couch potato now. man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30598300-5225596468109327305?l=daring-out.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30598300/posts/default/5225596468109327305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30598300/posts/default/5225596468109327305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daring-out.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-seemed-to-be-glued-to-tv-today.html' title=''/><author><name>gerald</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03532001621093575399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W8yU6-gkwQc/Svz-c3mzcPI/AAAAAAAAAME/mK4IW-smMGg/S220/Snapshot_20091111_10.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30598300.post-7853416708192607497</id><published>2008-07-18T07:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T09:26:03.452-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Apologies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is going to be the most honest post i've ever made. Note, it's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;honest&lt;/span&gt;, not &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;emo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone made me realised that i've been a jerk since the long pants era. i have neither been a good friend; a good student; nor a good &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;person.&lt;/span&gt; kinda sad actually, ive actually neglected so much, and had taken so much for granted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry family,&lt;br /&gt;for being an inconsiderate brother.&lt;br /&gt;for the anger/tears i'd caused&lt;br /&gt;for how much trouble i'd caused.&lt;br /&gt;for the insults hurled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry friends,&lt;br /&gt;for being less tolerant nowadays.&lt;br /&gt;for not being a good 'confide-r'.&lt;br /&gt;for being too temperamental.&lt;br /&gt;for not listening to advices.&lt;br /&gt;for the anger provoked.&lt;br /&gt;for taking you guys for granted as and when i please.&lt;br /&gt;for venting out on you guys.&lt;br /&gt;for not being there when im supposed to be.&lt;br /&gt;for neglecting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry class,&lt;br /&gt;for not being a good CM.&lt;br /&gt;for not being responsible.&lt;br /&gt;for not being a good role model.&lt;br /&gt;for not performing my duties as efficiently as im supposed to be.&lt;br /&gt;for the noise/disruptions caused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry all others,&lt;br /&gt;for being overly-judgmental.&lt;br /&gt;for not performing up to my standards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those enlightening words will be etched deep in my heart. thanks, you know who(:&lt;br /&gt;I will try to be a better person, a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mr.Nice&lt;/span&gt; if possible.&lt;br /&gt;------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;Review&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://larchmontgazette.com/2004/books/graphics/kiterunner.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://larchmontgazette.com/2004/books/graphics/kiterunner.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Kiterunner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Khaled Hosseini&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Riverhead Books&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Amir tells us about the unique  &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a id="KonaLink1" target="_top" class="kLink" style="text-decoration: underline ! important; position: static;" href="http://thebestnotes.com/booknotes/Kite_Runner/Kite_Runner03.html#"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: 400; position: static; color: rgb(176, 0, 0);font-family:verdana,arial;" &gt;&lt;span class="kLink" style="font-weight: 400; position: static; color: rgb(176, 0, 0);font-family:verdana,arial;" &gt;relationship&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; he has with Hassan, a Hazara boy who is the victim of discrimination,  but ironically is the half-brother of Amir, a Pashtun. Amir is overwhelmed with  guilt when he allows Hassan to be beaten and raped on the day Amir wins the kite  flying tournament. He lies to have Hassan accused of theft so he will leave their  home and Amir can try to forget his guilt. Eventually, Amir and his father flee  Afghanistan after the Russians invade and Amir takes his tragic memories to America  to start a new life. &lt;p&gt; Unfortunately, his &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a id="KonaLink2" target="_top" class="kLink" style="text-decoration: underline ! important; position: static;" href="http://thebestnotes.com/booknotes/Kite_Runner/Kite_Runner03.html#"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: 400; position: static; color: rgb(176, 0, 0);font-family:verdana,arial;" &gt;&lt;span class="kLink" style="font-weight: 400; position: static; color: rgb(176, 0, 0);font-family:verdana,arial;" &gt;debt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to Hassan must be paid and  he returns to his country to find Hassan’s orphaned son and rescue him. There,  he &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a id="KonaLink3" target="_top" class="kLink" style="text-decoration: underline ! important; position: static;" href="http://thebestnotes.com/booknotes/Kite_Runner/Kite_Runner03.html#"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: 400; position: static; color: rgb(176, 0, 0);font-family:verdana,arial;" &gt;&lt;span class="kLink" style="border-bottom: 1px solid black; font-weight: 400; position: static; padding-bottom: 1px; color: rgb(176, 0, 0);font-family:verdana,arial;" &gt;discovers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; that Sohrab has become the sexual plaything of Assef, the bully who  had tormented both Amir and Hassan when they were young. Ultimately, Amir must  defeat Assef in a raging physical battle, take the damaged Sohrab out of Afghanistan  and try to help him repair his spirit.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://thebestnotes.com/booknotes/Kite_Runner/Kite_Runner03.html"&gt;Source&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img377.imageshack.us/img377/3460/24024969151927624157ye7.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img377.imageshack.us/img377/3460/24024969151927624157ye7.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img377.imageshack.us/img377/3460/24024969151927624157ye7.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img377.imageshack.us/img377/3460/24024969151927624157ye7.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i will leave the review/comments for another day, stay tune!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30598300-7853416708192607497?l=daring-out.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30598300/posts/default/7853416708192607497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30598300/posts/default/7853416708192607497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daring-out.blogspot.com/2008/07/apologies-this-is-going-to-be-most.html' title=''/><author><name>gerald</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03532001621093575399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W8yU6-gkwQc/Svz-c3mzcPI/AAAAAAAAAME/mK4IW-smMGg/S220/Snapshot_20091111_10.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30598300.post-4743285239141990406</id><published>2008-07-09T04:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T05:42:39.943-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i think Dave Teo's sentence of 9.5 years and 18strokes of cane is too severe. In case u dont have already heard of it, &lt;a href="http://www.channelnewsasia.com/stories/singaporelocalnews/view/331047/1/.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;'s the news. &lt;a href="http://sunshineandmorbidness.wordpress.com/2008/07/09/the-boy-named-dave/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; too. the worst thing is after he's out of jail, he is to be tried in a military court too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw, he suffered a really pathetic life: his mum abused him: hurled chairs and caned him for no particular reason and finally abandoned him while he was 9; dad was a frequent visitor to jail; was a dropout by sec3; had a brother who died after meeting with a mishap on the road when he was 14; broke up with his dearest girlfriend after 3 years of courtship &amp;amp; sank into depression; had a grandma which died due to liver cancer just the previous year..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, an assault rifle is life-threatening, by the time something happen, it will be too late. he deserves punishment for that, but 18 strokes of cane + 9.5years in jail, isnt that too severe? despite his really tough life? i think he ought to be sent for counselling instead, his problem doesnt lie in him being deliberately foolish, but was due to the series of unfortunate events that had befallen him that traumatized him. it's all in his mindset; mentality. it's a pity really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;though it isn't the time to point fingers, i feel that the parents should be partially responsible for this. I feel that the girlfriend shouldnt be blamed cuz breakups are inevitable. if all breakups lead to similar cases, wont there be riots all around the world everyday? On the other hand, parents should be responsible for their children's well-being, after all, they are the ones who bring their child into this world. I seriously sympathize and empathize Dave, nobody should be given such a hard life. nobody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it just comes with a conclusion huh, 'life ain't fair' we should all be delighted that we're blessed with such good lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to other &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;emo &lt;/span&gt;people:&lt;br /&gt;bad results, breakups, emo business, whatever minor problem you have, stop &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;flaunting &lt;/span&gt;it and being a stuckup and pretending your life sucks. get a life man. people are having a harder time out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'Never appreciated what we had. They don't have, half the things that we know have&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;. I've been there, turns out we kinda had it alright.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; The grass is no greener on the other side.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30598300-4743285239141990406?l=daring-out.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30598300/posts/default/4743285239141990406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30598300/posts/default/4743285239141990406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daring-out.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-think-dave-teos-sentence-of-9.html' title=''/><author><name>gerald</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03532001621093575399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W8yU6-gkwQc/Svz-c3mzcPI/AAAAAAAAAME/mK4IW-smMGg/S220/Snapshot_20091111_10.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30598300.post-8249751708723345282</id><published>2008-07-02T06:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T06:14:39.304-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;TIPS FOR PEOPLE WHO FEEL FAT &amp;amp; ARE DESPERATE FOR AN EFFECTIVE REMEDY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I heard that jogging backwards instead can help u lose 25% more calories(:&lt;br /&gt;go try it, on a treadmill or something.&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;ps.Memory work sucksX999999999999999999999999&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;TAGREPLIES:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ahmed:&lt;/span&gt; what kinda people? my kind who spill water? haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;KhoonHwa: &lt;/span&gt;haha, dont worry uh. happiness finds me easily&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sabina: &lt;/span&gt;i wanna find the song man, so friggin cool(: cant empty my mind, later i die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/30598300-8249751708723345282?l=daring-out.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30598300/posts/default/8249751708723345282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30598300/posts/default/8249751708723345282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daring-out.blogspot.com/2008/07/tips-for-people-who-feel-fat-are.html' title=''/><author><name>gerald</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03532001621093575399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W8yU6-gkwQc/Svz-c3mzcPI/AAAAAAAAAME/mK4IW-smMGg/S220/Snapshot_20091111_10.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30598300.post-845661303505215078</id><published>2008-06-30T03:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T04:10:13.415-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>seems weird, that i only blog on days when i feel ensnared with emotions, often the gloomy kind. likewise for today. good in a way though, i dont get to be a doormat and i dont blog often(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel guilty today, i accidentally spilled water on some guy's PSP, damn. of course he's gotta blow, but at least there's no uproar, his PSP is alright though, and he's good enough to let it go with a nvm gesture. naw, that's not wad made me cranky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's reflection of thoughts really, sometimes i think too much, sometimes i dont think at all, that's cause for worry. i feel that by adjoining choices, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that &lt;/span&gt;dream and kiterunner, you would somehow understand my life. i should be blessed, but i dunno wad's with my train of thoughts, why i have to make my life complicated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think relationships are verrrrry complex, sophisticated, etc etc etc.. then there's the fear of accepting, fear of rejecting, fear of being dejected, fear of being mishandled, fear of being mistreated etc etc etc.. nope, didnt really go through 1 yet, not mature enough? sometimes i envy those in relationships, but i dont jump at the chance when 1 comes. dont feel like handling one right now, O's more important. furthermore, what if ure a guy, will you accept someone older than you, but like someone else at the same time? or if ure a girl and like someone (younger) than you but fear being rejected? or just cause you, a girl made the first move?&lt;br /&gt;interesting how a relationships can screw up somebody eh. sometimes it feels good to be single and wanted. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i havent been a really good friend, i cant seem to trust, but somehow or rather i &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;am &lt;/span&gt;trusted with secrets. ive been quite cold to certain people, have put up false fronts yadaa yadaa. MAN, I FEEL SO EMO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what's up with crankiness? seems to be finding me quite frequently nowadays. not stress definitely, or maybe it is, but i dont feel the pinch. i need a life, some time to relax, and someone who i can spill everything to. but i cant seem to trust. ohwell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have a choice to live or die, be it young or old, be it happy or sad, be it stressful or stress free, ahfaoufhaoghaoduihgiuasogoiuwroeg. sometimes i dont even know what im writing or thinking. i can be really random, yet they may mean something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think ive been blabbering nonsense, or something close. i feel dog-tired. maybe all i really need is a good sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s just ignore whatever's up there, i dont know what's wrong with me either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W8yU6-gkwQc/SGi-5UkrLnI/AAAAAAAAADs/KrAuFrcMdks/s1600-h/1_621839527l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W8yU6-gkwQc/SGi-5UkrLnI/AAAAAAAAADs/KrAuFrcMdks/s320/1_621839527l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217630060293074546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;D4 + The Teens + Ms Chua = Invincible :D&lt;br /&gt;SOLO NEXT YEAR, WHEE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;TAGREPLIES:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;zhiyi&lt;/span&gt;: yeah, updated what, with 2 posts (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ahmed&lt;/span&gt;: i think i really need to FREE MY MIND, too much crap inside / yeah the dream is significant though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sabina: &lt;/span&gt;i mean i HELP u upload onto MY blog, at least it wont be compressed(: that creepy doll song we heard at the dance xplosion thing, at least my definition of creepy uh. / hahahahahhaha, i think i will be happiest if i can stop thinking(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;khoonhwa: &lt;/span&gt;yeah, so unexpected also. like im some emo kid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hazelll: &lt;/span&gt;i dont know? haha, they like me, for the wrong reasons lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;lala: &lt;/span&gt;hey, you are?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;jiayu: &lt;/span&gt;i hope i can not think too much too, sucks to be me :( dont worry la, im happy 90% of the time anyway haha. this is one of the 10% of my life&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30598300-845661303505215078?l=daring-out.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30598300/posts/default/845661303505215078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30598300/posts/default/845661303505215078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daring-out.blogspot.com/2008/06/seems-weird-that-i-only-blog-on-days.html' title=''/><author><name>gerald</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03532001621093575399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W8yU6-gkwQc/Svz-c3mzcPI/AAAAAAAAAME/mK4IW-smMGg/S220/Snapshot_20091111_10.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W8yU6-gkwQc/SGi-5UkrLnI/AAAAAAAAADs/KrAuFrcMdks/s72-c/1_621839527l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30598300.post-263119973423063176</id><published>2008-06-19T20:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T20:59:43.155-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>have you ever had a dream so tangible, so real, so sorrow, and that it perhaps reflects an aspect of your life, or part of your life which may occur or may not occur at all, that you shed tears for it? i just did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was out with my parents for dinner. simple 3-course kinda dinner, no big deal, more of a son-parents-harmony-dinner. i turned up really late after meeting a girl(dont ask, not the main point), i brought her with me. my parents relented, i could see it from their expressions. with an unfinished meal, me and her went to some bakery. due to insufficient money, i waited for my parents to come over, to sponsor me the money to buy, well, mooncakes? no they didnt oblige, i feel anguish. next moment i was inside a studyroom with them of course, with a heated argument over the 'mooncake issue' and many more, with me being dominant and all. this was no ordinary skirmish, i even called them 'useless parents' straight in their face, i wasnt reflective of what i'd just said. anger had clouded my conscience, there was no orientation of wrong or right. i had no idea how much it hurts, to see your beloved hurling accuse at you, even calling you 'useless' despite that undying love you'd shown. then, my mom gave me a cheque with a form(some form to travel to some places with some groups). this was supposed to be an expensive trip(they were rather poor in the dream?), similar to the NZ trip i had last year, and perhaps the most i've ever anticipated for. though unspoken, i knew that the accumulation for the money for ME was tough. things couldnt get any worse, my mother muttered something about 'useless', then wailed. I HEARD HER CRY, dad was tough, he was playing games(though he never does that in real life).. but i know it hurts, i just know it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, this was the moment i woke up, and cried.. seriously, just cried.. not whimpering, not wailing, just crying..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont think this will ever happen, but it just reflects on how selfish i am, to always put my interests before theirs, like it was destined to be child over parents, eg money issues where i couldnt see their plight, yet at the same time demanding sthg which could worsen the current situation. which parent doesnt love their child? their flesh and blood? the least we can do is to show that we are not brought into this world for nothing, that their sacrifices are worth the effort, instead of a 'useless parent' kinda comment straight in their faces..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah this post is emo, bet most of us wont comprehend it either.. at least till you experienced it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fyi, i havent cried since the death of my grandpa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but no, i aint feeling distress over it, life goes on. so, everybody, TREAT YOUR LOVED ONES, ESP YOUR PARENTS BETTER (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30598300-263119973423063176?l=daring-out.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30598300/posts/default/263119973423063176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30598300/posts/default/263119973423063176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daring-out.blogspot.com/2008/06/have-you-ever-had-dream-so-tangible-so.html' title=''/><author><name>gerald</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03532001621093575399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W8yU6-gkwQc/Svz-c3mzcPI/AAAAAAAAAME/mK4IW-smMGg/S220/Snapshot_20091111_10.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30598300.post-139405374684088192</id><published>2008-06-17T05:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T06:05:10.301-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>nothing much to post..&lt;br /&gt;so i shall do a this or that quiz(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Myspace or Facebook? &lt;/span&gt;Myspace, facebook is so troublesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Shower or Bath? &lt;/span&gt;long relaxing bath&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nintendo DS or Gameboy?&lt;/span&gt; Xbox lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;House phone or Cell? &lt;/span&gt;cell, games and cam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Light blue or Dark blue? &lt;/span&gt;navy blue(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Maths or Science? &lt;/span&gt;neither&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Winter or Summer? &lt;/span&gt;summer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Circle or Square? &lt;/span&gt;lol..? circle&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1 or 2? &lt;/span&gt;1&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TV or Radio? &lt;/span&gt;TV&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lake or Ocean? &lt;/span&gt;OCEAN, love the beach man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eggs or Waffles?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;BOTH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Simpsons or Family guy? &lt;/span&gt;Simpsons&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PS2 or XBOX? &lt;/span&gt;Xbox&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FOB or Cute is what we aim for? &lt;/span&gt;FOB&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nerd or Geek? &lt;/span&gt;neither&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Digital cam or Normal cam? &lt;/span&gt;Digital, duh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Britney or Lindsay? &lt;/span&gt;Britney&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;X or O? &lt;/span&gt;XXX lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Emo or Goth? &lt;/span&gt;neither&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dark or White chocolate? &lt;/span&gt;Milk chocolate with hazelnut (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Football or Basketball? &lt;/span&gt;football&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hamster or Guinea Pig? &lt;/span&gt;Guinea pig&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dolphin or Whale? &lt;/span&gt;Dolphin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[ or (? &lt;/span&gt;[ looks more style lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Blind or Deaf? &lt;/span&gt;neither&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yahoo or Hotmail? &lt;/span&gt;hotmail&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Qns or Ans? &lt;/span&gt;both lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Like or Love? &lt;/span&gt;Like then love&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Making or Buying? &lt;/span&gt;buying if i have de cash&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;White or Black? &lt;/span&gt;both&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MP3 or Ipod? &lt;/span&gt;my stone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AM or PM? &lt;/span&gt;both&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A or Z? &lt;/span&gt;Z&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Old or New?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; the new dont come if the old dont go(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Friday or Saturday?&lt;/span&gt; friday, party night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tea or Coffee? &lt;/strong&gt;neither &lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;strong&gt;Blondes or Brunettes? &lt;/strong&gt;Blondes &lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;strong&gt;Footie or Rugby?&lt;/strong&gt; footie &lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;strong&gt;Blue or Red?&lt;/strong&gt; blue!&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;strong&gt;Dancing or Singing?&lt;/strong&gt; both&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;strong&gt;DVD or Cinema?&lt;/strong&gt; Cinema&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;strong&gt;Trainers or Shoes?&lt;/strong&gt; trainers&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;strong&gt;Harry Potter or Lord of the Rings?&lt;/strong&gt; LOTR&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;strong&gt;Mercedes or Ferrari?&lt;/strong&gt; Ferrari man, SPEEED&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;strong&gt;Briefs or Boxers?&lt;/strong&gt; boxer briefs haha&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;strong&gt;Laptop or Computer?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;hmm laptop&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;strong&gt;MCDonalds or KFC? &lt;/strong&gt;KFC &lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;strong&gt;Smoking or No Smoking?&lt;/strong&gt; nah&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;strong&gt;Messy Room or Clean Room?&lt;/strong&gt; just a little messy, mostly clean(:&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;strong&gt;Hamburgers or Rootbeer?&lt;/strong&gt; hamburgers &lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;strong&gt;Spiked Hair or Flat Hair?&lt;/strong&gt; Spiked&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;strong&gt;Guitar or Drums?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Drums&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;strong&gt;Skateboard or bike?&lt;/strong&gt; Bike&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;strong&gt;Matched Socks or Mismatch?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;matched&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;strong&gt;Talking To Much or Not Talking Enough?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;just enough&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;strong&gt;Rent a Film or Cinema?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Cinema&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;strong&gt;Ice Cream or Chocolate?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;BOTH&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;strong&gt;Cats or Dogs?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;dogs&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;strong&gt;Wrong or Right?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;Right&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;strong&gt;50 Cent or Eminem?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;Eminem&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;strong&gt;Shorts or Jeans?&lt;/strong&gt; depending&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;strong&gt;R&amp;amp;B or Urban?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;..both&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;strong&gt;Hello or goodbye?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;HEY&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;strong&gt;Nike or Reebok? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Nike, actually either is fine&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;strong&gt;Gold or silver?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Gold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'if the world is holding you down, break away'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30598300-139405374684088192?l=daring-out.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30598300/posts/default/139405374684088192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30598300/posts/default/139405374684088192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daring-out.blogspot.com/2008/06/nothing-much-to-post.html' title=''/><author><name>gerald</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03532001621093575399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W8yU6-gkwQc/Svz-c3mzcPI/AAAAAAAAAME/mK4IW-smMGg/S220/Snapshot_20091111_10.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30598300.post-4093385824587821794</id><published>2008-05-25T08:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T08:48:55.510-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I FEEL LIKE DANCING.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just feeling groovy man~&lt;br /&gt;it feels good 'cuz ive completed 90% of the dance already!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hands&lt;/span&gt; ached from that stupid 8X(i-dunno-how-many-bars)X2chorus choruses of the song.&lt;br /&gt;my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;head&lt;/span&gt; throbbed from hearing that xxx track01.&lt;br /&gt;ohwelll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;basically thats my life for today (:&lt;br /&gt;i wanna meet FRANKIE SANDFORD man, she's hawtttt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, COME SUPPORT D4 AT NAFA ON 21stJUNE. 12BUCKS PER TIX ONLY&lt;br /&gt;730PM. TIX SALES ARE HOT ON DEMAND.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the competition's edging nearer, i feel like a star already.&lt;br /&gt;woot, i should divert course.&lt;br /&gt;celeb's/luxury life aint that bad(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's just the way you look tonight. i was blown away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30598300-4093385824587821794?l=daring-out.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30598300/posts/default/4093385824587821794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30598300/posts/default/4093385824587821794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daring-out.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-feel-like-dancing.html' title=''/><author><name>gerald</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03532001621093575399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W8yU6-gkwQc/Svz-c3mzcPI/AAAAAAAAAME/mK4IW-smMGg/S220/Snapshot_20091111_10.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30598300.post-5657312060153988089</id><published>2008-05-24T06:21:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-24T08:50:44.064-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm finally back&lt;br /&gt;yeah.&lt;br /&gt;firstly im gonna say that i found a new interest:&lt;br /&gt;dancing.&lt;br /&gt;lol.&lt;br /&gt;not DDR, that's already well, rather mastered.&lt;br /&gt;in fact, some really cool dance by SC8.&lt;br /&gt;learnt about 60% of the moves alr, that's an accomplishment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right, so back to life.&lt;br /&gt;had another electone showcase performance.&lt;br /&gt;was supposed to be the most explosive, dramatic want, but it went out of hand.&lt;br /&gt;haha, the electric guitar became piano suddenly xD&lt;br /&gt;but nevertheless, my ending was stylo.&lt;br /&gt;everybody said that, my winning move was superb, COOL.&lt;br /&gt;wore shirt and styled a bit, and that impressed somebody.&lt;br /&gt;haha, handsome eh.&lt;br /&gt;no pictures though, move along..&lt;br /&gt;went to EXPO for popular, adidas and food fair with GN after that.&lt;br /&gt;the placed was packed like sardines man, even had to queue to get in some &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sectors&lt;/span&gt;(heh, played too much doom).&lt;br /&gt;took a little too many samples (:&lt;br /&gt;so my dinner was settled.&lt;br /&gt;we're not cheapos though, we bought around 8+ bucks worth of food too.&lt;br /&gt;popcorn chickens, drinks, jellies, chocolate waffles etc.&lt;br /&gt;indeed it's called POPULAR for a reason, the people are chock-a-block everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;saw this reallly interesting personality-trivial-kinda book.&lt;br /&gt;according to the book, i oughta be a moviestar, cheerleader, etc..&lt;br /&gt;celebrity related. cool eh.&lt;br /&gt;pilot &amp;amp; millionaire too.&lt;br /&gt;im also the extreme extremist, over-optimistic, non-rule-follower etc..&lt;br /&gt;in short party-freak.&lt;br /&gt;im still thinking about the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;black dog.&lt;br /&gt;inside joke la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;i will also blog about this adventurous yet comical day:&lt;br /&gt;last sunday.&lt;br /&gt;went to henderson's wave.&lt;br /&gt;view was fantastic, panoramic view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W8yU6-gkwQc/SDgakqZ6q9I/AAAAAAAAAC8/7_0PqTIwpqY/s1600-h/DSC04522.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W8yU6-gkwQc/SDgakqZ6q9I/AAAAAAAAAC8/7_0PqTIwpqY/s320/DSC04522.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203938586587212754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;trekked ahead till we reached the canopy walk..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W8yU6-gkwQc/SDga96Z6q-I/AAAAAAAAADE/tsmdFhZVuLA/s1600-h/DSC04546.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W8yU6-gkwQc/SDga96Z6q-I/AAAAAAAAADE/tsmdFhZVuLA/s320/DSC04546.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203939020378909666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and alexandra's arch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W8yU6-gkwQc/SDgbCaZ6q_I/AAAAAAAAADM/Z5bjo78B7yM/s1600-h/DSC04565.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W8yU6-gkwQc/SDgbCaZ6q_I/AAAAAAAAADM/Z5bjo78B7yM/s320/DSC04565.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203939097688321010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;then, the best part.&lt;br /&gt;we got LOST!&lt;br /&gt;we cant find the car anywhere, mum got so friggin pissed off.&lt;br /&gt;haha, we took the bus, then ended up at the wrong side of the town.&lt;br /&gt;we &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;strolled and strolled &lt;/span&gt;and ended up nowhere.&lt;br /&gt;in the end we walked back up the wave and got back to the car after approximately 3hours later.&lt;br /&gt;whoo.&lt;br /&gt;anyway i think this is sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W8yU6-gkwQc/SDgbu6Z6rAI/AAAAAAAAADU/aeM2vUC_8Jc/s1600-h/DSC04534.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W8yU6-gkwQc/SDgbu6Z6rAI/AAAAAAAAADU/aeM2vUC_8Jc/s320/DSC04534.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203939862192499714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;yeah, that's my pop and mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W8yU6-gkwQc/SDgb86Z6rBI/AAAAAAAAADc/YaGlECpAahE/s1600-h/DSC04538.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W8yU6-gkwQc/SDgb86Z6rBI/AAAAAAAAADc/YaGlECpAahE/s320/DSC04538.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203940102710668306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and that is how high we were at. altitude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a random realllly atmospheric picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W8yU6-gkwQc/SDgcMaZ6rCI/AAAAAAAAADk/jQJ9Todstgw/s1600-h/Zhiyi%27s133.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W8yU6-gkwQc/SDgcMaZ6rCI/AAAAAAAAADk/jQJ9Todstgw/s320/Zhiyi%27s133.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203940368998640674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Random Song: Here I Am - Marion Raven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;~i believe im sleeping with the ghost of you and me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30598300-5657312060153988089?l=daring-out.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30598300/posts/default/5657312060153988089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30598300/posts/default/5657312060153988089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daring-out.blogspot.com/2008/05/im-finally-back-yeah.html' title=''/><author><name>gerald</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03532001621093575399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W8yU6-gkwQc/Svz-c3mzcPI/AAAAAAAAAME/mK4IW-smMGg/S220/Snapshot_20091111_10.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W8yU6-gkwQc/SDgakqZ6q9I/AAAAAAAAAC8/7_0PqTIwpqY/s72-c/DSC04522.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30598300.post-5979161564183268555</id><published>2008-05-12T05:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T05:31:17.449-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;let the pictures do all the talking~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W8yU6-gkwQc/SCgy1OqNHTI/AAAAAAAAAB0/ldKUi-0loR4/s1600-h/DSC00713.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W8yU6-gkwQc/SCgy1OqNHTI/AAAAAAAAAB0/ldKUi-0loR4/s320/DSC00713.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199461659848809778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;THE MUTTONS! and we 'appeared' LIVE on 987FM too!&lt;br /&gt;anyway, we were at Raffles City, getting complementary mum's day flowers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W8yU6-gkwQc/SCgz1uqNHUI/AAAAAAAAAB8/5DEXj3eAvUQ/s1600-h/DSC00717.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W8yU6-gkwQc/SCgz1uqNHUI/AAAAAAAAAB8/5DEXj3eAvUQ/s320/DSC00717.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199462767950372162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then to the FLYER, it's humongous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W8yU6-gkwQc/SCg0LOqNHVI/AAAAAAAAACE/8CwoWagF-mM/s1600-h/DSC04248.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W8yU6-gkwQc/SCg0LOqNHVI/AAAAAAAAACE/8CwoWagF-mM/s320/DSC04248.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199463137317559634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W8yU6-gkwQc/SCg0QeqNHWI/AAAAAAAAACM/lbLfh4vkWIw/s1600-h/DSC04243.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W8yU6-gkwQc/SCg0QeqNHWI/AAAAAAAAACM/lbLfh4vkWIw/s320/DSC04243.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199463227511872866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's really a pretty sight at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;END OF FRIDAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Saturday - &lt;/span&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY DAD!&lt;/span&gt; Celebrated at some cheena restaurant. usual cost, 100+, gave the best present ever, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;BOX OF POTATO CHIPS, PRAWN CRACKERS, PEANUTS etc. lol~ (not cheapskate, it cost more than 10 overall)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sunday - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;nothing much, just had overdose of donuts from QUEENS CONFECTIONERY. got my M2 1Gb card finally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Monday -&lt;/span&gt; Paper2 for Emaths, i think it's aite, except for the fact that i mess up &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(n-2)(180)&lt;/span&gt; with &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(n-1)(90). &lt;/span&gt;crap. ohwell. messing around in TM after sch with Ashley, Yanen, LW is pretty fun man. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, happy birthday(belated or whatsoever) to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Brenda Chong,&lt;br /&gt;Joanne Chen,&lt;br /&gt;Siti Khairunnisa,&lt;br /&gt;DAD,&lt;br /&gt;MUM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;anybody else?&lt;br /&gt;sorry if i missed out any.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAPPY MUM'S DAY TOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;MCGRIDDLE'S NOT THAT NICE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W8yU6-gkwQc/SCg21eqNHZI/AAAAAAAAACk/R6LY9cq-UYg/s1600-h/Shashlik+chicken.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W8yU6-gkwQc/SCg21eqNHZI/AAAAAAAAACk/R6LY9cq-UYg/s320/Shashlik+chicken.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199466062190288274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;SHASHLIK CHICKEN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W8yU6-gkwQc/SCg2v-qNHYI/AAAAAAAAACc/cUy2N5MmeFA/s1600-h/Caviar+with+egg.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W8yU6-gkwQc/SCg2v-qNHYI/AAAAAAAAACc/cUy2N5MmeFA/s320/Caviar+with+egg.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199465967701007746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caviar with egg, some mexican food&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W8yU6-gkwQc/SCg2o-qNHXI/AAAAAAAAACU/j4aVlCVmZIM/s1600-h/DSC04261.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W8yU6-gkwQc/SCg2o-qNHXI/AAAAAAAAACU/j4aVlCVmZIM/s320/DSC04261.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199465847441923442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W8yU6-gkwQc/SCg2-OqNHaI/AAAAAAAAACs/H-HYs7s4jnU/s1600-h/DSC04260.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W8yU6-gkwQc/SCg2-OqNHaI/AAAAAAAAACs/H-HYs7s4jnU/s320/DSC04260.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199466212514143650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;NewYorkSuperFudgeChunk!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W8yU6-gkwQc/SCg3DeqNHbI/AAAAAAAAAC0/U4ZHNc4JLeM/s1600-h/DSC04264.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W8yU6-gkwQc/SCg3DeqNHbI/AAAAAAAAAC0/U4ZHNc4JLeM/s320/DSC04264.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199466302708456882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i finally posted a picture of ZHIYI, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;funniest thing ive heard in a while from muttons:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;YOU'RE SO FLAT THAT THE CLICK 5 SANG ABOUT YOUR BRA, 'IT'S EMPTY~'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;RANDOM SONG: &lt;/span&gt;David Cook- Always Be My Baby&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;relive the memories~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30598300-5979161564183268555?l=daring-out.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30598300/posts/default/5979161564183268555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30598300/posts/default/5979161564183268555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daring-out.blogspot.com/2008/05/let-pictures-do-all-talking-muttons-and.html' title=''/><author><name>gerald</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03532001621093575399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W8yU6-gkwQc/Svz-c3mzcPI/AAAAAAAAAME/mK4IW-smMGg/S220/Snapshot_20091111_10.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W8yU6-gkwQc/SCgy1OqNHTI/AAAAAAAAAB0/ldKUi-0loR4/s72-c/DSC00713.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30598300.post-8220727710205361715</id><published>2008-05-06T01:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T02:30:09.713-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;Reflection?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont know why i have this compulsion to blog, though it's the exam period.&lt;br /&gt;crap.&lt;br /&gt;ohwell.&lt;br /&gt;i shan't talk about the exams, only 1 sucked so far.&lt;br /&gt;so far so good, still rather appeased with the papers so far.&lt;br /&gt;i feel like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;reviewing&lt;/span&gt; this 1 article i came upon a few days back.&lt;br /&gt;1 about a woman in her late 50s who complained about a mute and deaf male cleaner &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;in&lt;/span&gt; the female toilet. she wrote this &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;shocking&lt;/span&gt; incident to the the straits time(or newpaper) then lodged a police report just because she &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;saw the male cleaner cleaning the female toilet.&lt;/span&gt; she claimed that there was no sign outside the female toilet indicating 'cleaning in process' and further accused the cleaner of not performing his duty simply cuz he didnt possess any tools for cleaning/maintenance at the period of time she was in the toilet. in fact, he was just checking the current condition of the toiletbowls, before doing a thorough fix and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;did&lt;/span&gt; put a sign indicating 'cleaning in process', which &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mystically &lt;/span&gt;disappeared. that was the synopsis anyway. often, i see female cleaners in male toilets, yet no males ever resented, or do they? but nobody ever blew up the matter or lodge a complain. no, not so petty as yet. shouldn't the guys be more mindful about a female cleaner in the toilet, since mostly we use the urinals, thus there would be less privacy. isnt it equivalent to having surveilliance while peeing or just 'providing a free show'? if anybody wishes to use the excuse of gender difference, then isnt it gender discrimination? males and females both deserve privacy, it doesnt mean that 1 deserves lesser, equality in sexes, isnt it? the damn woman is just overly-sensitive man. he's just a mere cleaner, furthermore, he is disabled.  she could just be more vigilant. she was inside a cubicle that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;has&lt;/span&gt; a door. she wasnt exposed, stark naked. he neither peek, nor cast a glance at her. she could have just suggested that male cleaners should stick to the original male toilets, and vice versa for female cleaners. it would have made her life more gaily. is there a need to write to the newspapers? or even lodge a police report? did she want the disabled person to get arrested for &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;harrassing &lt;/span&gt;her? come on, be more realistic man. and to the woman, you are 50+ man, reflect a little, i'm sure you're wise enough. i betcha the man aint interested in you anyway.&lt;br /&gt;Singaporeans are complaining all for the wrong reasons. we are obsessed with the fact that 'customers are always right.' there is no room for mistakes. adults are overly conservative. even words like '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;damn&lt;/span&gt;', '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;shit&lt;/span&gt;', etc are censored, and they are not even close to the word '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;fuck&lt;/span&gt;'. It's not as if a child will pick up the word as long as he/she heard it once on the radio. With good parental guidance, he/she can pick up the word at a tender age, but learn not to use it. Though it's almost not practical as even a five year old can describe '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sex&lt;/span&gt;' as effortlessly as though lifting a finger now, it's still worth a try. i will definitely not lie to my son about the explanation of '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;fuck&lt;/span&gt;' if he asks, it's a way of life, face it. thanks to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;globalisation&lt;/span&gt;? thats not the point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.wordsoup.com/blog/kid-middle-finger.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.wordsoup.com/blog/kid-middle-finger.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;look at that. it proves my point. Singapore is definitely picking up, hastening, improving in terms of technology and lifestyle. but i can ascertain that we are backwards in attitudes, being kpo for instance, or my previous points, adamant with the 'customers always right' &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;classy&lt;/span&gt; attitudes, conservative, kiasu etc. we should just learn to be gratified man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway i heard some interesting things recently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;men are from earth, women are from earth, deal with it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;what's a synonym for thesaurus?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;what's a synonym for synonym?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;define definition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;i wanna try the new mcgriddles man, looks yummy. ohwell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://nice-n-fun.com/mcgriddle/mcgriddles.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://nice-n-fun.com/mcgriddle/mcgriddles.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i aint so perfect myself, but cant Singaporeans &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; be so typical?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;that was not an emo post.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'simplicity is the key to life'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30598300-8220727710205361715?l=daring-out.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30598300/posts/default/8220727710205361715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30598300/posts/default/8220727710205361715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daring-out.blogspot.com/2008/05/reflection-i-dont-know-why-i-have-this.html' title=''/><author><name>gerald</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03532001621093575399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W8yU6-gkwQc/Svz-c3mzcPI/AAAAAAAAAME/mK4IW-smMGg/S220/Snapshot_20091111_10.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30598300.post-5326859692475376710</id><published>2008-05-02T08:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T08:56:55.676-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='exams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'i always aim to surpass myself, thats the only way to improve.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's past my bedtime now, ohwell.&lt;br /&gt;but im still blogging.&lt;br /&gt;these past few days have been rather eventful.&lt;br /&gt;had EL/HCL papers 1 etc.&lt;br /&gt;frequent outings, occasional skirmishes, some dilly-dally-ings.&lt;br /&gt;played too much soccer, studied too little.&lt;br /&gt;MYEs' are just around the corner yet i feel so inadequate, ohwell.&lt;br /&gt;dammit, couldnt possibly ace anything with this going on man.&lt;br /&gt;im gonna start a strict study schedule.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway just to share some stupid/trivial things worth mentioning that happened this week,&lt;br /&gt;1)my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;friend's &lt;/span&gt;lock bind our bikes together, her lock spoilt.&lt;br /&gt;the metal &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kacha-ed, &lt;/span&gt;we couldnt open the lock.&lt;br /&gt;we spent half an hour trying, finally called her friend to come down with a plier.&lt;br /&gt;he came with a mini-plier, the damn lock was too thick and solid.&lt;br /&gt;we only managed to cut half the nylon-metal strings.&lt;br /&gt;we tried for another half an hour.&lt;br /&gt;i finally called my dad for help.&lt;br /&gt;he came with some tools, wretched the lock.&lt;br /&gt;our bikes are finally free.&lt;br /&gt;all in all, we spent 1.5hours trying to solve this lock problem(:&lt;br /&gt;ohwell.&lt;br /&gt;how cool's that?&lt;br /&gt;2)went to orchard with the gang earlier today.&lt;br /&gt;watched ironman then loitered around.&lt;br /&gt;i found my white vest!&lt;br /&gt;45.90/39.90.&lt;br /&gt;still looking for a good deal.&lt;br /&gt;we played &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mini&lt;/span&gt;UNO practically everywhere, even while standing on the MRT.&lt;br /&gt;haha, interesting people eh.&lt;br /&gt;retarded, ohwell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ironman aint so nice, so draggggy man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no pictures now, lazy to upload them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'paint a beautiful life'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30598300-5326859692475376710?l=daring-out.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30598300/posts/default/5326859692475376710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30598300/posts/default/5326859692475376710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daring-out.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-always-aim-to-surpass-myself-thats.html' title=''/><author><name>gerald</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03532001621093575399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W8yU6-gkwQc/Svz-c3mzcPI/AAAAAAAAAME/mK4IW-smMGg/S220/Snapshot_20091111_10.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30598300.post-5019617916968545545</id><published>2008-04-26T19:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-26T20:12:37.635-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='electone'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='competitions'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lian Ai-ING&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W8yU6-gkwQc/SBPqCguCRuI/AAAAAAAAABs/Pl3rNOwel_4/s1600-h/Picture+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W8yU6-gkwQc/SBPqCguCRuI/AAAAAAAAABs/Pl3rNOwel_4/s320/Picture+013.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193752124151973602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;2nd finalist, also from ms chua's class, the teens&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W8yU6-gkwQc/SBPpbguCRtI/AAAAAAAAABk/H7oPRtQvPtA/s1600-h/Picture+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W8yU6-gkwQc/SBPpbguCRtI/AAAAAAAAABk/H7oPRtQvPtA/s320/Picture+012.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193751454137075410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;1st finalist, fantastic&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W8yU6-gkwQc/SBPpPwuCRsI/AAAAAAAAABc/itiHx7b_e5o/s1600-h/Picture+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W8yU6-gkwQc/SBPpPwuCRsI/AAAAAAAAABc/itiHx7b_e5o/s320/Picture+011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193751252273612482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;3rd finalist, US&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W8yU6-gkwQc/SBPpAguCRrI/AAAAAAAAABU/EWeUW4ldfUU/s1600-h/Picture+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W8yU6-gkwQc/SBPpAguCRrI/AAAAAAAAABU/EWeUW4ldfUU/s320/Picture+008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193750990280607410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W8yU6-gkwQc/SBPoowuCRqI/AAAAAAAAABM/4nRUsLpDJKw/s1600-h/Picture+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W8yU6-gkwQc/SBPoowuCRqI/AAAAAAAAABM/4nRUsLpDJKw/s320/Picture+007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193750582258714274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first and foremost, D4 GOT INTO THE FINALS!&lt;br /&gt;YEAH.&lt;br /&gt;we were one of the 4 teams out of 14 to get into the finals.&lt;br /&gt;the finals will be held at NAFA.&lt;br /&gt;21st jun, 730pm.&lt;br /&gt;tickets at 12bucks.&lt;br /&gt;man, humongousss event man.&lt;br /&gt;we need supporters, cause there will be audience choice.&lt;br /&gt;great.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30598300-5019617916968545545?l=daring-out.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30598300/posts/default/5019617916968545545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30598300/posts/default/5019617916968545545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daring-out.blogspot.com/2008/04/lian-ai-ing-2nd-finalist-also-from-ms.html' title=''/><author><name>gerald</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03532001621093575399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W8yU6-gkwQc/Svz-c3mzcPI/AAAAAAAAAME/mK4IW-smMGg/S220/Snapshot_20091111_10.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W8yU6-gkwQc/SBPqCguCRuI/AAAAAAAAABs/Pl3rNOwel_4/s72-c/Picture+013.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30598300.post-882344016817930697</id><published>2008-04-22T00:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T01:04:24.397-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;life's either mighty screwed or simply's splendid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel damn dumb. i just wanted to convey these questions across, why did i blabber? why did i beat about the bush, worst of all, why did i gave &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;EXAMPLES&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CAN WE HAVE LESSER ENRICHMENT PROGRAMMES SO THAT WE DONT HAVE TO PAY THAT ROCKET-HIGH EDUSAVE FUND OF 400+ ANNUALLY?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CAN WE HAVE LESSER 'SCHOOL-PRODUCED' BOOKS TO BUY?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CAN WE MAKE IT NOT COMPULSORY?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WHY DO CMS THIS YEAR NOT HAVE CLASS KEYS?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CAN SLIGHT TAPERING OF PANTS BE ALLOWED TO ENSURE BETTER FITTING?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;anyway.&lt;br /&gt;ive learnt to think more before projecting my views.&lt;br /&gt;for that, im going to shut up more often.&lt;br /&gt;i think im a little too hash.&lt;br /&gt;i need not be in the limelight.&lt;br /&gt;i just need to be quieter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but right now, i feel like digging a ditch and burying myself in it/jump off a building and land face-flat/slip and fall in a glacier etc.&lt;br /&gt;i wont, of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'attire doesnt determine attitude'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i hope they know that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30598300-882344016817930697?l=daring-out.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30598300/posts/default/882344016817930697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30598300/posts/default/882344016817930697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daring-out.blogspot.com/2008/04/lifes-either-mighty-screwed-or-simplys.html' title=''/><author><name>gerald</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03532001621093575399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W8yU6-gkwQc/Svz-c3mzcPI/AAAAAAAAAME/mK4IW-smMGg/S220/Snapshot_20091111_10.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30598300.post-1643199705366480632</id><published>2008-04-21T05:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T05:38:36.385-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;'It will take a while to get over, but nevertheless, seek to find the strength to move on'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey, im back again.&lt;br /&gt;gonna be a really long post.&lt;br /&gt;today was great, had school and all.&lt;br /&gt;but was released early due to the chinese people having oral.&lt;br /&gt;went to loyang then to Muhd's house.&lt;br /&gt;Fahim and Ridzwan came over afterwards, played PSP for awhile.&lt;br /&gt;finally, SOCCER.&lt;br /&gt;comical game, realised that i aint goalie's 'material', too 'blur' for that.&lt;br /&gt;teamed with muhd, liangwei, fadhil and ahmed most of the time.&lt;br /&gt;scored a few, missed a few. &lt;br /&gt;some injuries here and there.&lt;br /&gt;no sweat though.&lt;br /&gt;some guys joined too, like hakim and mervin etc.&lt;br /&gt;it's a team-bonding game man, and we can train our stamina too.&lt;br /&gt;soccer's great(:&lt;br /&gt;yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;went for wushu. &lt;br /&gt;vaguely recalled wu duan chang quan and taught some jrs, as they called it.&lt;br /&gt;man, they have bands now to gauge the abilities and level of seniority.&lt;br /&gt;i can get red.&lt;br /&gt;everybody seemed delighted to see me, haha.&lt;br /&gt;havent been there for ages.&lt;br /&gt;senior coach talked to me about our modern society, it's good to be smart, learn to use it appropriately.&lt;br /&gt;he taught me the basics of an aerial cartwheel.&lt;br /&gt;im gonna master it.&lt;br /&gt;afterwards met kelvin for lunch then went for electone class.&lt;br /&gt;finally got my Fila shoebag.&lt;br /&gt;D4 met once again and this time we ended really late, close to 8.&lt;br /&gt;starved by then, but managed to crawl home and enjoy the sumptuous dinner.&lt;br /&gt;MY MOM COOKED. yeah baby.&lt;br /&gt;Sat.&lt;br /&gt;PY's birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY, PY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to her party with LLW and Edward.&lt;br /&gt;the food was fantastic man, love the fondue, satays, curry potato and fried rice. &lt;br /&gt;then went to swim with fadhil.&lt;br /&gt;IMPROMPTU MAN, i didnt bring any extra clothings.&lt;br /&gt;free willy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W8yU6-gkwQc/SAyHjMpJ1zI/AAAAAAAAABE/dsDU0zjGoxM/s1600-h/Picture+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W8yU6-gkwQc/SAyHjMpJ1zI/AAAAAAAAABE/dsDU0zjGoxM/s320/Picture+001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191673509210347314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;took some photos, played some games, then we went home.&lt;br /&gt;for the photos, visit the class blog.&lt;br /&gt;aite, good day everybody.&lt;br /&gt;bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Stuck In My Head:&lt;/span&gt; Nine Days - Marvelous&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30598300-1643199705366480632?l=daring-out.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30598300/posts/default/1643199705366480632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30598300/posts/default/1643199705366480632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daring-out.blogspot.com/2008/04/hey-im-back-again.html' title=''/><author><name>gerald</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03532001621093575399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W8yU6-gkwQc/Svz-c3mzcPI/AAAAAAAAAME/mK4IW-smMGg/S220/Snapshot_20091111_10.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W8yU6-gkwQc/SAyHjMpJ1zI/AAAAAAAAABE/dsDU0zjGoxM/s72-c/Picture+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30598300.post-4439561337027442397</id><published>2008-04-17T04:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T05:04:45.754-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;'make peace with living, only then will you be free from regrets'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was another typical school day. &lt;br /&gt;with little or not much excitement. as usual.&lt;br /&gt;i would say that my life now is placid.&lt;br /&gt;well i got back my chem test. &lt;br /&gt;did pretty well. &lt;br /&gt;perhaps the only thing ever worth mentioning about so far.&lt;br /&gt;did my physics test too. electromagnetism sucks man.&lt;br /&gt;betcha did badly.&lt;br /&gt;ohwell.&lt;br /&gt;class blog's up. it will be in my links soon.&lt;br /&gt;physics remedial.&lt;br /&gt;what can i say. &lt;br /&gt;me and lw spent the hour crapping and playing as usual.&lt;br /&gt;we never seemed to run out of topics to crap. &lt;br /&gt;we can 'regenerate' and 'recycle' topics as and whenever.&lt;br /&gt;soccer.&lt;br /&gt;wushu's out. so soccer's my only form of exercise now.&lt;br /&gt;feeling lethargic afterwards.&lt;br /&gt;reckon i will sleep early tonight.&lt;br /&gt;gotta get on with life. bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;StuckInMyHead:&lt;/span&gt; Dan Ferrari - Stuck In My Head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;'embrace your youth, you will never get it back'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30598300-4439561337027442397?l=daring-out.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30598300/posts/default/4439561337027442397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30598300/posts/default/4439561337027442397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daring-out.blogspot.com/2008/04/make-peace-with-living-only-then-will.html' title=''/><author><name>gerald</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03532001621093575399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W8yU6-gkwQc/Svz-c3mzcPI/AAAAAAAAAME/mK4IW-smMGg/S220/Snapshot_20091111_10.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30598300.post-25961283699587519</id><published>2008-04-14T06:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T07:02:25.527-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='typical'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>man, i either flunked my amaths test today, or surpassed myself and scored beautifully.&lt;br /&gt;either way, i wasnt bothered too much about it, screw it.&lt;br /&gt;ohwell.&lt;br /&gt;first test down, 4 more to go.&lt;br /&gt;SS and reproduction(s) test tml, but i will miss one due to groups' display.&lt;br /&gt;ohwell, i hope we can at least clinch this last medal.&lt;br /&gt;soccer.&lt;br /&gt;havent played it for ages.&lt;br /&gt;slept my day away. feels weird, i sense no urgency while people are busy mugging their heads off. screw it. &lt;br /&gt;ohwell, cant be bothered now.&lt;br /&gt;i think tml will be an eventful day. &lt;br /&gt;hopefully i'm right, but not on the wrong kinda events.&lt;br /&gt;uploaded bigger 'renditions' of CMs photos below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;i miss my fringe somehow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W8yU6-gkwQc/SANgWaqAq4I/AAAAAAAAAA8/WI5yQEacz_Y/s1600-h/DSCF0479.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W8yU6-gkwQc/SANgWaqAq4I/AAAAAAAAAA8/WI5yQEacz_Y/s320/DSCF0479.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189097133889858434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W8yU6-gkwQc/SANf86qAq3I/AAAAAAAAAA0/oISvluDhVFw/s1600-h/DSCF0399.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W8yU6-gkwQc/SANf86qAq3I/AAAAAAAAAA0/oISvluDhVFw/s320/DSCF0399.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189096695803194226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, my hair's short, yes, i looked like a boy, ohwell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W8yU6-gkwQc/SANfaaqAq2I/AAAAAAAAAAs/9WSMH4_o-Mc/s1600-h/DSCF0392.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W8yU6-gkwQc/SANfaaqAq2I/AAAAAAAAAAs/9WSMH4_o-Mc/s320/DSCF0392.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189096103097707362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like this picture, it looks cool(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W8yU6-gkwQc/SANe2qqAq1I/AAAAAAAAAAk/FW71xbM-KtA/s1600-h/DSCF0391.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W8yU6-gkwQc/SANe2qqAq1I/AAAAAAAAAAk/FW71xbM-KtA/s320/DSCF0391.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189095488917384018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W8yU6-gkwQc/SANckaqAqzI/AAAAAAAAAAU/YflkaHofiQE/s1600-h/DSCF0097.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W8yU6-gkwQc/SANckaqAqzI/AAAAAAAAAAU/YflkaHofiQE/s320/DSCF0097.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189092976361515826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W8yU6-gkwQc/SANbdKqAqyI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Qo7sw_iEnhI/s1600-h/DSCF0092.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W8yU6-gkwQc/SANbdKqAqyI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Qo7sw_iEnhI/s320/DSCF0092.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189091752295836450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a snip, and it's gone with wind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W8yU6-gkwQc/SANeMKqAq0I/AAAAAAAAAAc/y7NtFHb23AI/s1600-h/DSCF0330.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W8yU6-gkwQc/SANeMKqAq0I/AAAAAAAAAAc/y7NtFHb23AI/s320/DSCF0330.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189094758772943682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;'open your heart, it's meaningless if it remains close to oblivion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30598300-25961283699587519?l=daring-out.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30598300/posts/default/25961283699587519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30598300/posts/default/25961283699587519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daring-out.blogspot.com/2008/04/man-i-either-flunked-my-amaths-test.html' title=''/><author><name>gerald</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03532001621093575399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W8yU6-gkwQc/Svz-c3mzcPI/AAAAAAAAAME/mK4IW-smMGg/S220/Snapshot_20091111_10.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W8yU6-gkwQc/SANgWaqAq4I/AAAAAAAAAA8/WI5yQEacz_Y/s72-c/DSCF0479.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30598300.post-7878429422177478567</id><published>2008-04-13T07:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T07:22:22.972-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='charity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weekend'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>had the charity 'uno' day where we're all required to gather donations and for every 2bucks donated, the donor receives half a pack of mini-limited-edition uno cards pack. &lt;br /&gt;managed to sell my 20packs in an hour, guess i was lucky.&lt;br /&gt;went on to help liangwei &amp; edward and i swear i was cursed after that, ohwell..&lt;br /&gt;i couldnt sell more than 5packs in an hour.&lt;br /&gt;strangely, my total amounted to only 59.60, 40cents short, baffling indeed..&lt;br /&gt;kelvin sponsored that 40 cents, thanks mate(:&lt;br /&gt;but really, from this &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;rather horrid&lt;/span&gt; experience, i can conclude that singaporeans are not &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;very&lt;/span&gt; charitable.. &lt;br /&gt;it's saddening&lt;br /&gt;ohwell.&lt;br /&gt;finished at around 3pm then went on to yamaha for electone class.&lt;br /&gt;my sight-reading sucks, proven..&lt;br /&gt;i really need to improve on it man, seriously.&lt;br /&gt;trying to get the hang of things in grade 6, really aint easy, &lt;br /&gt;D4 continued our rehearsal, and now with really 'frantic' hand movements man, &lt;br /&gt;drastic, entertaining, comical, loud, hysterical, u-name-it..&lt;br /&gt;screw it, Amaths test and 1 last training for tues's group display tml.&lt;br /&gt;im worried about amaths, differentiation of log sucks..&lt;br /&gt;aite, off to revise..&lt;br /&gt;goodbye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30598300-7878429422177478567?l=daring-out.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30598300/posts/default/7878429422177478567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30598300/posts/default/7878429422177478567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daring-out.blogspot.com/2008/04/had-charity-uno-day-where-were-all.html' title=''/><author><name>gerald</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03532001621093575399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W8yU6-gkwQc/Svz-c3mzcPI/AAAAAAAAAME/mK4IW-smMGg/S220/Snapshot_20091111_10.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30598300.post-3123044482264338473</id><published>2008-04-12T00:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-12T07:23:52.583-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='saturdays'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the previous blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://g3rcyz.moblog.com.sg"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, had chem remedial today.. the event's all in the link above.&lt;br /&gt;check it.&lt;br /&gt;went whitesands with kelvin and edward afterwards, the study trip was futile, as usual.&lt;br /&gt;ohwell..&lt;br /&gt;at least i did some work on sexual reproductions, plants AND animals..&lt;br /&gt;liangwei was our highlight, that joker, soon-to-be class mascot..&lt;br /&gt;saw russell, he hasnt changed.&lt;br /&gt;went to loyang afterwards, bought my favourite donut.&lt;br /&gt;walked back with edward, he went to some relative's house, and i strolled home.&lt;br /&gt;screw academics, i slacked the rest of my night away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;'You're the light that makes my darkness disappear. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30598300-3123044482264338473?l=daring-out.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30598300/posts/default/3123044482264338473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30598300/posts/default/3123044482264338473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daring-out.blogspot.com/2008/04/hey.html' title=''/><author><name>gerald</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03532001621093575399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W8yU6-gkwQc/Svz-c3mzcPI/AAAAAAAAAME/mK4IW-smMGg/S220/Snapshot_20091111_10.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30598300.post-3521797086669849226</id><published>2008-04-11T23:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-11T23:58:31.370-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey ya&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30598300-3521797086669849226?l=daring-out.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30598300/posts/default/3521797086669849226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30598300/posts/default/3521797086669849226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daring-out.blogspot.com/2008/04/hey-ya.html' 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