<?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-6815810</id><updated>2011-04-22T05:48:55.864+08:00</updated><title type='text'>da-bomb</title><subtitle type='html'>u cant shut me up...muhahahaaha</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://king-pin.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815810/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://king-pin.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815810/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>weejie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09424185237205506593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>103</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815810.post-114692445640057743</id><published>2006-05-06T22:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-06T22:07:36.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>life's full of shit&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6815810-114692445640057743?l=king-pin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815810/posts/default/114692445640057743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815810/posts/default/114692445640057743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://king-pin.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114692445640057743' title=''/><author><name>weejie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09424185237205506593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815810.post-114658145555769412</id><published>2006-05-02T22:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-02T22:50:55.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;we haven been talking much..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;less thn 5 sentence everday..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;everything's fading grey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;i dunnoe wad's wrong..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;i dunnoe wad's gonna happen..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;i dunnoe wad to do anymore..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;damn it..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;i dunnoe wad to do anymore!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;dun wanna lose smth i treasure so much..&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/6815810-114658145555769412?l=king-pin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815810/posts/default/114658145555769412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815810/posts/default/114658145555769412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://king-pin.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114658145555769412' title=''/><author><name>weejie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09424185237205506593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815810.post-114649461565728510</id><published>2006-05-01T22:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-01T22:43:35.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;forgotten soul&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;forgotten life&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i lived a lie&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i cant deny&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;just got back from camp yesterday..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;feeling kinda moody this days..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;feeling very tired this days too..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;too many stuff going on around me..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;burning me out..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;got to slp..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;slp slp slp..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6815810-114649461565728510?l=king-pin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815810/posts/default/114649461565728510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815810/posts/default/114649461565728510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://king-pin.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114649461565728510' title=''/><author><name>weejie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09424185237205506593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815810.post-114640705608862300</id><published>2006-04-30T22:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-30T22:24:16.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>forgotten soul...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6815810-114640705608862300?l=king-pin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815810/posts/default/114640705608862300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815810/posts/default/114640705608862300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://king-pin.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114640705608862300' title=''/><author><name>weejie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09424185237205506593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815810.post-114606048529307429</id><published>2006-04-26T22:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-26T22:08:05.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i am finally done with my PI draft 2.&lt;br /&gt;totally screwed up my first draft, but lyk wad it says, draft..&lt;br /&gt;better screw up nw thn later rite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aint gonna be blogging much.. too tired.. to much stuff going on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;going off for another camp tis friday till sunday, im contactable by hp thou, i hope.. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;erm.. lots of not-so-nice stuff going on. aint gonna elaborate on it, it'll make make things worst.&lt;br /&gt;i feel bad what happened. very sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, gtg nw&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheers&lt;br /&gt;weeman&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6815810-114606048529307429?l=king-pin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815810/posts/default/114606048529307429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815810/posts/default/114606048529307429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://king-pin.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114606048529307429' title=''/><author><name>weejie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09424185237205506593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815810.post-114579656077679125</id><published>2006-04-23T20:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-23T20:49:20.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;i wanna play with this johari window thingy too..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so people.. knock yourselves out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://kevan.org/johari?name=weeman"&gt;DO IT&lt;/a&gt;!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6815810-114579656077679125?l=king-pin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815810/posts/default/114579656077679125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815810/posts/default/114579656077679125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://king-pin.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114579656077679125' title=''/><author><name>weejie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09424185237205506593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815810.post-114571901143266300</id><published>2006-04-22T23:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-22T23:16:51.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ELECTION TIME!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joshua Kurlantzick&lt;br /&gt;Joshua Kurlantzick is foreign editor of the New Republic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To allow its citizens some free assembly, Singapore designated a Speakers Corner, but most people are too scared to use it.      &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                Modeled on the original in London's Hyde Park, Singapore's heavily publicized Speakers Corner opened for business last year. A small crowd gathered in Hong Lim Park, where the corner is located, to watch the landmark event. Public speeches to more than five people had long been prohibited in this tiny Southeast Asian city-state. Now the government was permitting citizens to assemble and pontificate. It seemed a significant change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               But Singapore's Speakers Corner has hardly become a forum for bristling political dialogue. Recently, on what seemed an average day in the park, I listened as an elderly man climbed aboard a soapbox and railed at length about how loud a neighbor plays his music. When one speaker tried to get people to chant "freedom," only four members of the audience joined in. Many people walked by the site ignoring, or pretending not to hear, the speeches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               My experience at Speakers Corner was instructive. It demonstrated that, despite predictions that the city-state's prosperity would foster domestic political consciousness, large-scale change is moving "glacially slowly," to use the words of novelist Catherine Lim.        &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       The experiment does show that Singapore's government, dominated by the People's Action Party (PAP), realizes that the city-state must become somewhat freer. Like most examples of political change here, however, Speakers Corner was driven by top-down policymaking. Also, the controls placed on Speakers Corner, as well as institution of other restrictions, show that the regime is following a familiar tactic: allowing limited liberalization but retaining tight control.        &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       More important, the tepid popular response is revealing. If one can assume that Singaporeans are not afraid of reprisals, it suggests that most either remain satisfied with the authoritarian government's performance or have been part of the island's mind-neutering culture for so long that they remain self-censoring. There are some signs of change: The Internet has given rise to political discussion groups, some controls on freedom of expression have been lifted, and some social behaviors previously regarded as deviant, such as homosexuality, appear to be more widely tolerated. But the PAP will only budge so much, and most average Singaporeans do not appear ready to push the regime. Indeed, contrary to some recent reports of a "new Singapore," the authoritarian state remains very much in evidence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               A tightly controlled success story&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                From its inception, Singapore has leaned toward authoritarianism. In the 1960s and '70s, the PAP, which has ruled Singapore since independence in 1965, used the Internal Security Act to crack down on opponents and muzzle the press. PAP leaders such as Lee Kuan Yew, Singapore's founding father, used the act to arrest suspected leftists such as Chia Thye Poh. (He remained incarcerated for thirty-two years without being charged.) Newspapers were closed down, and the local press was merged into one state-run company, Singapore Press Holdings. In a compact city-state where virtually no one could remain anonymous, it was difficult to evade the PAP. The government defended its actions by emphasizing the need to protect stability on a Chinese-majority island surrounded by ethnic Malay neighbors Indonesia and Malaysia.         &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                Once it had consolidated its hold, the PAP practiced widespread sociopolitical engineering. The government's willingness to dominate everyday life earned Singapore a reputation as "the nanny state." The PAP launched campaigns instructing Singaporeans to be nicer, speak better English, and not chew gum. These authoritarian campaigns were designed to produce a diligent and complacent populace. Citizens were expected to fall in line. But when "necessary," harsh penalties were used to enforce campaigns.&lt;br /&gt;                At the same time, the PAP's graft-free, foresighted technocrats turned Singapore into one of Asia's leading economic success stories. Prosperity helped blunt Singaporeans' political aspirations. Government-linked companies such as SingTel used economies of scale and proactive management to become major players in the region. Singapore's stability also attracted multinationals and foreign investments. By 1999, this former tropical backwater enjoyed a gross domestic product per capita of U.S. $27,870. Since Singaporeans' wealth was so closely tied to the government--the state was a shareholder in a majority of the country's largest firms and was the island's largest employer--the PAP was viewed as essential to continued prosperity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                In the past ten years, however, it has loosened its hold. PAP leaders are economically astute. They realize that Singapore's traditional, government-managed economic paradigm is no longer viable. They also recognize that increased political openness in neighboring states such as Thailand and Indonesia has made Singapore look overly staid and repressive. "Asia needs to embrace the New Economy," Lee told potential investors in San Francisco, adding that Singaporean businesses must become more innovative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                Singapore already possessed some attributes crucial to success in the twenty-first century. The city-state boasted a high standard of English, excellent scientists, and an advanced infrastructure. But a major ingredient was missing: years of mass society campaigns had produced a populace averse to the entrepreneurial mind-set needed for higher-value industries. As less-developed countries began to dominate lower-value industries, Singapore had to move into higher-value-added production.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                So, as it always had, the government stepped in. It revamped school curricula to emphasize problem solving and information technology (IT) over rote learning, requiring schools to devote 30 percent of teaching time to IT skills and become more "child-centered." It loosened restrictions on the arts--to create the kind of cultural life needed to lure foreign executives--and began liberalizing the economy. The PAP even exposed Singapore Press Holdings to limited competition by allowing a newspaper to go up against the flagship Straits Times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                But the government did not just give orders. The PAP leadership called for wider participation in its decision making, promoting active citizenship with the slogan "every Singaporean matters." To back up its sloganeering, the regime launched a large-scale consultation exercise in which it asked six thousand citizens for feedback on its policies. Freedom of expression began to flourish, and some artists even reported that government censors had eased up on creative talent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                Keeping quiet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                Given Singapore's embrace of information technology, developing local arts scene, and limited media competition, some international newspapers have begun wondering whether this newfound vibrancy will translate into political liberalization.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Not anytime soon. Virtually all recent developments were conceived by a small clique within the PAP, independent of bottom-up pressure; the government decreed how and at what pace the regime would consult the public. "After changes are made by the government, then the PAP looks for feedback, like a company passing out customer surveys," said one Singaporean academic. Despite the apparent loosening, the PAP "maintains the myth that our citizens are immature," incapable of generating sociopolitical ideas, added one young Singaporean politician.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               What's more, changes to Singapore's education system and arts have had little effect on the political status quo. Citizens are permitted to speak in Hong Lim Park, but speakers cannot remark on sensitive issues of race or religion, and those who speak have their names placed on file with the police. The Internal Security Act remains on the books: Singapore retains the right to detain people without trial. All these restrictions ensure that the populace remains fearful of making political statements. "There is a climate of fear," says James Gomez, a Singaporean political activist. No other modern and globalized city resonates with a similar perturbation. Away from the park, the situation is more restrictive. Public speaking to more than five people is still not allowed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                The local media are another example of how the facade of change conceals little substantive progress toward a more sociopolitically astute society. The government, says one commentator, "is happy to tolerate public discussion over various ways to achieve its goals, but it appears to detest local media championing alternative agendas." Singapore Press Holdings is being exposed to competition, but it is a weak rivalry: Its competitor is linked to the PAP. Meanwhile, the Singaporean media are prohibited from employing foreigners to cover politics within the city-state. Consequently, the Straits Times and other local media circumscribe their reporting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                In fact, in some respects the PAP recently has tightened its grip on power. In early 2000, the government passed the Political Donations Act, under which anyone who donates more than U.S. $3,300 to a party must be publicly identified. Leaders of Singapore's small opposition parties, already largely ignored by the media, fear that this act will wipe out their limited funding. Singaporeans will have no problem being identified as PAP donors but will not want to be revealed as opposition supporters, they argue. This year, the police seem to have stepped up their surveillance of opposition forces. In February the authorities announced they were investigating organizers of a human-rights rally held in December 2000. They also warned Singaporeans that rallies could not be staged without explicit government permission.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                It is a far reach to assume that Singapore's economic opening will lead to political freedoms. Outsiders perhaps assume that Singaporeans must chafe under the PAP's authoritarianism, but it is a mistake to believe there is a popular desire for political liberalization. As one leading Southeast Asia specialist has suggested, "tough but fair government ... is exactly what most Singaporeans want. ... The events since 1997 [when the Asian financial crisis helped trigger Suharto's downfall and rioting in Indonesia] confirm their government's incessant warnings that Singapore lives in a tough neighborhood."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                One newspaper revealed that nine out of ten Singaporeans would not disagree in public with the government's policies, even if they believed these policies to be flawed. In Singapore, "the strength of the [public's] censorial sentiment is so pervasive that it is crippling," since people still believe political participation "is the exclusive domain of the PAP," Gomez says.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                The poll is hardly the only evidence that most Singaporeans don't care enough to change the political status quo. Although several activists emphasize that Speakers Corner is an important victory for sociopolitical freedom, attendance at the corner has plummeted. Few Singaporeans have any understanding of their constitutional rights. Heads of several nongovernmental organizations report that at regional conferences on political issues, Singaporeans are the most timid Southeast Asians, frequently refusing to make comments that could go into official records.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                Put simply, Singapore has been bred to be the most politically apathetic wealthy state in East Asia. A deep reservoir of gratitude still exists for the PAP, especially among older Singaporeans, and the city-state weathered the Asian financial crisis relatively well. The government's mass society campaigns have been effective in convincing citizens that there is no need for a vibrant civil society, and the small size of the city-state makes government mandates easy to enforce. Consequently, Singaporean civil society is fragmented and weak. Many Singaporeans still tend to believe that national interests should take precedence over individual interests, and people look to the state to solve all problems. That the government is allowing limited free speech is a testament to how strongly it believes it still has the population under its sway. Moreover, the government's ability to co-opt virtually every key issue means that opposition parties can only run on one platform: that they oppose the government. Without a large coterie of charismatic leaders, which the opposition lacks, running on one issue is nearly impossible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                In addition, years of a media monopoly have meant that most Singaporeans receive only one set of editorial views. The lack of competition in information gathering and reporting has created a culture in which even the most innocuous details are heavily guarded. Recent polls taken by opposition groups showed that, among eight Southeast Asian states, the only country where it was harder to obtain information about the government was Burma, which is ruled by a ruthless junta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                Outgrowing the nanny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                Not all of Singapore is apathetic. More than 50 percent of Singaporeans have access to the Internet in their homes. This has made it easier for residents to read foreign reporting and has served as a cheap promotional tool for the few Singaporean civil society groups dealing with political issues. The Web also has been a catalyst for the formation of online political discussion groups and magazines, such as Talking Cock, a satire-heavy Webzine that frequently slams the PAP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                In some cases, Web sites that began as general-interest sites on Singapore have begun exploring explicitly political themes. The less-biased commentary found on one, sintercom.org, may have affected the Straits Times, which in recent months has been more outspoken. "A good many Singaporeans will choke ... on revelations of million-dollar Cabinet ministers," the paper said in a editorial last year on the government's move to raise annual cabinet pay as high as 1.7 million Singapore dollars (U.S. $1.02 million), the highest in the world. Yet readership of online political discussion groups remains limited, and the government monitors the Internet (as well as citizens' phone calls). In a particularly disturbing incident, in spring 1999 a government-linked Internet service provider hacked into 200,000 of its subscribers' computers, allegedly to check for a virus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                In other small ways, some Singaporeans have tried to push the sociopolitical door open. Plays such as Ong Keng Sen's Desdemona explore sensitive themes like race, Singapore's sterility, and even some aspects of politics. Gomez released a print magazine called Shame that introduced competing political ideas onto the scene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                But it will be some time before the island develops a well-founded culture of speaking up, a vibrant civil society, or a truly representative parliament. Apathy and self-censorship will take at least a generation to overcome. The PAP's subtle but rigid controls remain in place, and the government is effective at recognizing its mistakes and correcting them. The economy continues to perform, community ideals remain strong, and the idea that the Internet is a viable political tool remains unproven, as few Singaporeans visit political Web sites. Speakers Corner, though a step toward greater freedom, was initiated by the government and has not triggered much popular response. In one now-infamous episode, when the British Broadcasting Corporation came to film a show on the corner, nobody showed up to speak, giving the BBC's audience the impression that Singaporeans are too timid to talk, even when officially invited to do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                Ultimately, change will be precipitated by the PAP. Either the government will allow a truly honest vote and free media, or a major mistake by the party will finally force people to become more politically active. Possibly, the PAP's inability to address the country's widening income gap--the richest 20 percent of Singaporeans now make eighteen times what the poorest 20 percent earn--could finally puncture the ruling party's aura of invincibility. But the government has launched a major initiative to reduce income disparity, just in time for the next national elections. Will the PAP lose seats in that poll? Don't bet on it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6815810-114571901143266300?l=king-pin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815810/posts/default/114571901143266300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815810/posts/default/114571901143266300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://king-pin.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114571901143266300' title=''/><author><name>weejie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09424185237205506593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815810.post-114571175028914459</id><published>2006-04-22T21:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-22T21:16:10.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"All your life you are told the things you cannot do. All your life they will say you're not good enough or strong enough or talented enough; they will say you're the wrong height or the wrong weight or the wrong type to play this or be this or achieve this. THEY WILL TELL YOU NO, a thousand times no, until all the no's become meaningless. All your life they will tell you no, quite firmly and very quickly.AND YOU WILL TELL THEM YES."&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;a href="http://www.quoteland.com/author.asp?AUTHOR_ID=1092"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, Nike ad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most important thing in the Olympic Games is not to win but to take part, just as the most important thing in life is not the triumph but the struggle. The essential thing is not to have conquered but to have fought well.&lt;br /&gt;-Pierre de Coubertin, "The Olympic Creed" Inspired by Bishop Ethelbert Talbot, speech, Olympic Games 1908&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“No one can make you feel inferior without your consent.”&lt;br /&gt;-Eleanor Roosevelt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;think about it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6815810-114571175028914459?l=king-pin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815810/posts/default/114571175028914459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815810/posts/default/114571175028914459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://king-pin.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114571175028914459' title=''/><author><name>weejie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09424185237205506593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815810.post-114501760027978376</id><published>2006-04-14T20:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-14T20:26:40.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i dun get it with teachers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they always go around saying things like, 'i don't like to start the day by scolding you all, but.. (continues to scold us', 'you think i like nagging?? i find myself irritating too.. (continues to nag at the class)'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEACHERS!! how long is it going to take you people to realise that, you HAVE a CHOICE. the choice to NOT scold or nag at us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know that we don't like it, you yourself don't like scold us in the morning, than why bother??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life is about making choices. and if you don't want to, than DON'T!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the words of my vice principal, "its time you reflect on yourself."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6815810-114501760027978376?l=king-pin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815810/posts/default/114501760027978376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815810/posts/default/114501760027978376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://king-pin.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114501760027978376' title=''/><author><name>weejie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09424185237205506593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815810.post-114424666689056353</id><published>2006-04-05T22:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-06T21:10:43.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my sch wans us to have a chinese blog -.-&lt;br /&gt;check mine out..&lt;br /&gt;its pathetic..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://chineseahh.blogspot.com"&gt;blog&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6815810-114424666689056353?l=king-pin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815810/posts/default/114424666689056353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815810/posts/default/114424666689056353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://king-pin.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114424666689056353' title=''/><author><name>weejie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09424185237205506593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815810.post-114294143675439285</id><published>2006-03-21T19:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-21T19:43:56.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today is my last day here.. last day last day&lt;br /&gt;today is my last day here.. my last day here.. hey&lt;br /&gt;no more ncc.. no more chao sissies&lt;br /&gt;today is my last day here.. my last day here..&lt;br /&gt;wooohooooo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok.. so wad happened is this..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my civics tutor at innova junior collage, does not allow me to go for jurongville ncc trainings anymore.. meaning.. today is my LAST day.. woohoo..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no more running down from woodlands to jurong east ave 1 just for 3 hrs of ncc training.. woohoo..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sad for calverk thou.. now tt he has to carry ALL the burden on his shoulders..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haiz..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now that speech day is just around the corner, it'll put more strain on him..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;calverk.. sorry but i cant help much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yah.. last day..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was singing that 'last day' song when walking out of jurongville seconary just now.. and mr tan was on the verge of knocking me in the head cause of that song.. hey.. it aint my fault.. innova dun let.. hehehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i doubt the cadets will miss me la.. they should be very happy when they hear the news.. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yah.. calverk.. please do a good job for speech day.. the task may be daunting.. the going may get tough.. but.. when the going gets tough, the tough gets going.. the hardship of hardship moulds the man of man..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you da man..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good luck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and all the best to you and mr tan and ms ooi and all the other people who will have to deal with jurongville ncc..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peace out y'all&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6815810-114294143675439285?l=king-pin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815810/posts/default/114294143675439285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815810/posts/default/114294143675439285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://king-pin.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114294143675439285' title=''/><author><name>weejie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09424185237205506593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815810.post-114252047209833991</id><published>2006-03-16T22:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-16T22:47:52.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>apparently things at jc is very different from secondary sch..&lt;br /&gt;for one..&lt;br /&gt;its COOL to take notes at lectures... cause everybody is doing it.. meaning.. im not cool.. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;another..&lt;br /&gt;its also COOL to keep very still and very quiet during mass lectures.. so.. im not cool again..&lt;br /&gt;i was asked to shut the hell up by one of the econs teacher..&lt;br /&gt;hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn.. im not cool at innova&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IJC.. Its Just Cool..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yea rite&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6815810-114252047209833991?l=king-pin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815810/posts/default/114252047209833991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815810/posts/default/114252047209833991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://king-pin.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114252047209833991' title=''/><author><name>weejie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09424185237205506593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815810.post-114181769090388488</id><published>2006-03-08T19:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-08T19:34:50.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey guys..&lt;br /&gt;for those of you who don't know, ms ooi lost her voice again.. she totally cannot speak at all.. according to mrs alfred, the doctor gave ms ooi 1 week medical leave, and force her to stay at home.. even through the one week holidays.. she'll be quite lonely, if u think about it..&lt;br /&gt;mrs alfred gave me more details lah.. but its abit gruesome.. so.. i wont elaborate..&lt;br /&gt;anybody wanna send ms ooi a get-well-soon email to cheer her up??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6815810-114181769090388488?l=king-pin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815810/posts/default/114181769090388488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815810/posts/default/114181769090388488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://king-pin.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114181769090388488' title=''/><author><name>weejie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09424185237205506593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815810.post-114165353958784499</id><published>2006-03-06T21:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-06T21:58:59.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;day 1&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;at innova junior collage&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today's my first day at innova.. incidentally i took the same train as nigel to school today.. yay.. i didnt get lost.. thn.. when i rched sch, calverk called me.. talked fo awhile, actually all he wanted was to tell me was to go back to jurongville on tuesday.. so.. after finish talking on the phone, called lynette coz she wanted to meet me.. her first words were 'traffic jam' haha.. nvm la.. still early.. so i sat in the canteen and waited for her.. thn blah blah blah.. she arrived.. we went to the notice board.. and we were talking abt a certain indian guy tt we hate.. speak of the devil, he was at the notice board.. haiz.. thank god he is nt in my orientation group.. the surprising thing is tt lynette was in the same group as me.. haha.. so blah blah blah.. talk talk talk by vice principal, HODs, tchers, watevers.. icebreakers was TERRIBLE.. the OGLs CANNOT shout at all.. cnt even speak up.. damn it lah.. so blah blah blah.. lunch break.. thn went back to hall alone, coz lyn had to take test.. good luck for it.. thn blah blah blah.. had clan meeting.. we got a freaking ah gua as our clan leader.. blah blah blah.. we were dismissed.. i found jasmine n kenny.. we went to buy out sch t shirt.. thn.. went back home.. lynettte im sorry i didnt wait for u.. i texted u bt didnt get reply.. so i left.. im sorry..  thn.. in the train, on my way back to jurong east, peimeng texted me.. 'can go police station with me' i was lyk.. wth.. out of the blue ask me go police station.. so ok lor.. thn went there.. made police report.. coz he lost his saf camp pass.. thn after tt we went to jurong point had some snacks thn went home.. i went home, eat dinner.. tried to watch tv bt kept dozing off.. so went to bed at 8.. woke up at 9.. talked to junming(pri sch friend) and nw, im blogging.. yea.. oh yah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;people.. pass around the msg.. abt zijing's outing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kk..&lt;br /&gt;TTFN..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6815810-114165353958784499?l=king-pin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815810/posts/default/114165353958784499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815810/posts/default/114165353958784499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://king-pin.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114165353958784499' title=''/><author><name>weejie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09424185237205506593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815810.post-114147437867572198</id><published>2006-03-04T20:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-04T20:12:58.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;zong zijing wants to organise a class 'outing' to jurong point seoul garden for lunch or dinner on 18.03.2006 the class refered above is jvss class 4A of year 2005. anybody interested please send a text message to zijing telling him so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;thanks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6815810-114147437867572198?l=king-pin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815810/posts/default/114147437867572198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815810/posts/default/114147437867572198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://king-pin.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114147437867572198' title=''/><author><name>weejie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09424185237205506593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815810.post-114139762005103570</id><published>2006-03-03T22:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-03T22:53:40.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i told ms ooi i got into innova jc.. and she said to me 'good wad.. now even more boyfriend quailty'&lt;br /&gt;can u believe ms ooi said tt to me..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6815810-114139762005103570?l=king-pin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815810/posts/default/114139762005103570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815810/posts/default/114139762005103570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://king-pin.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114139762005103570' title=''/><author><name>weejie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09424185237205506593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815810.post-114135828457127534</id><published>2006-03-03T11:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-03T11:58:04.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i wanna thank &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;JING EN&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;SOOK FANG&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;KENNETH&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;for giving me a surprise birthday party.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;although i kind of spoilt their surprise party coz i showed up early.. bt.. still&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;THANKS GUYS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;YOU GUYS ARE THE BEST&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6815810-114135828457127534?l=king-pin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815810/posts/default/114135828457127534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815810/posts/default/114135828457127534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://king-pin.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114135828457127534' title=''/><author><name>weejie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09424185237205506593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815810.post-114122288685290579</id><published>2006-03-01T22:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-01T22:21:26.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i realised i've been pissing alot of people off lately..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6815810-114122288685290579?l=king-pin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815810/posts/default/114122288685290579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815810/posts/default/114122288685290579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://king-pin.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114122288685290579' title=''/><author><name>weejie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09424185237205506593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815810.post-114119859172409589</id><published>2006-03-01T15:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-01T15:36:31.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;i never knew this...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ash tradition&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The campfire ash tradition exists in &lt;a title="Scouting" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Scouting"&gt;Scouting&lt;/a&gt; all over the world. There may be an introduction and closing to it at the end of a campfire ceremony or individuals may partake of this tradition on their own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Robert Baden-Powell, 1st Baron Baden-Powell" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Robert_Baden-Powell%2C_1st_Baron_Baden-Powell"&gt;Lord Robert Baden-Powell&lt;/a&gt;, the founder of Scouting and the Chief Scout of the World, used to collect some of the ashes from each Scouting event and carry them with him to the next event. He would mix the ashes of the old fire with the new one. As this tradition has spread, Scouts from around the world have shared campfires and ashes with each other. Lists have been kept of the events where they have been shared. These lists form a history and a bond between Scouts and &lt;a title="Scouter" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Scouter"&gt;Scouters&lt;/a&gt; over the years; regardless of the distance, language, culture or uniform. These ashes represent the Friendship and Scouting Spirit shared by Scouts and Guides at campfires around the world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6815810-114119859172409589?l=king-pin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815810/posts/default/114119859172409589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815810/posts/default/114119859172409589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://king-pin.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114119859172409589' title=''/><author><name>weejie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09424185237205506593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815810.post-114096521209073651</id><published>2006-02-26T22:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-26T22:46:52.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>woohoo.. i finally found myself a jogging buddy.. although his up to twice my size and weight.. bt at least its something..&lt;br /&gt;peimeng.. no worries man.. we'll turn those fats into muscles.. prove major chua ah thi wrong..&lt;br /&gt;you the man&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6815810-114096521209073651?l=king-pin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815810/posts/default/114096521209073651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815810/posts/default/114096521209073651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://king-pin.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#114096521209073651' title=''/><author><name>weejie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09424185237205506593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815810.post-114093289870745730</id><published>2006-02-26T13:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-26T13:48:18.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Crocodilepresents&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Army Daze&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A Toy Factory Theatre Ensemble Production&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ALL FALL IN!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ARMY DAZE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cheer on and fall about laughing as our boys and their loved ones go through the Uniquely Singaporean Rite-of-Passage Experience that is &lt;strong&gt;ARMY DAZE&lt;/strong&gt;, the hilarious, sell-out play by Michael Chiang.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; National Service is an integral part of every Singaporean male’s journey towards manhood. Through &lt;strong&gt;ARMY DAZE&lt;/strong&gt;, we salute Singaporean boys as they don uniforms and begin their march into maturity whilst celebrating how the sons of diverse circumstances come under one camp and become brothers; where the boundaries of race, age and social status become blurred into friendship, laughter and love. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Meet &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hossan Leong&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; as Malcolm Png, our innocent Singaporean Middle-Class boy-boy hero, who still says “Yes Ma” to his overbearing, over-protective mother, fleshed-out by&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Selena Tan&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt; And meet the crazy, yet “Typical of our Home-Town” characters that Malcolm meets, as they all blunder into manhood together Singapore-Style! Where else? In NS of course! There’s &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kumar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; as Lathi, who pines and pines for her sweetheart &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vernon A&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; as Krishna, Malcolm’s platoon mate, as they turn the SAF Bollywood! And there’s &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sheikh Haikel&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; as Johari, the resident Macho-RELAK of their platoon. And then there’s “see-beh stylo”, “see-beh bo-chap” &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sebastian Tan&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, our very own Broadway Beng, as Ah Beng, and his “chin-kool”, “chin sessy”, “chin-sullen” sister Ah Huay, sassed-up by &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Emma Yong&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Robin Goh&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; as the “Resident Ah Qua”, Kenny Pereira brings up the rear of the bunch of disparate and desperate platoon mates. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tortured by instructors who spout meaningless classical-Hokkien proverbs, our five friends learn how to camouflage themselves, shoot M16’s, and throw grenades with, sometimes disastrous, sometimes moving, but always hilarious results.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;anybody interested in watching the army daze??&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&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/6815810-114093289870745730?l=king-pin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815810/posts/default/114093289870745730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815810/posts/default/114093289870745730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://king-pin.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#114093289870745730' title=''/><author><name>weejie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09424185237205506593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815810.post-114060736884415388</id><published>2006-02-22T19:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-22T19:22:48.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>a &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;BIG THANKS TO ALL THOSE WHO REMEMBERED AND WISH ME A HAPPY BIRTHDAY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna give some credit to all of those people, so, i'll start to name this people..&lt;br /&gt;in no particular order whatsoever, they people are:&lt;br /&gt;HQ RSM&lt;br /&gt;jing en [esp for that black forest cake, which i finished half of it in 30min]&lt;br /&gt;sook fang&lt;br /&gt;kenneth [although he wished me only after i said im gonna curse the rest]&lt;br /&gt;peiwen&lt;br /&gt;esther ker&lt;br /&gt;valarie kang&lt;br /&gt;xinyi&lt;br /&gt;elaine&lt;br /&gt;yunrui&lt;br /&gt;angle [MI]&lt;br /&gt;joline [MI]&lt;br /&gt;yingmei [MI]&lt;br /&gt;junxian [MI]&lt;br /&gt;jethro [MI]&lt;br /&gt;timonty [MI]&lt;br /&gt;james [MI]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;once a again a &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;big big thanks to all this people.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;although i spent the rest of the day all alone, but, at least, there was a cake to keep me company, i must thank jingen for tt black forest cake.. it was wonderful..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as for the rest of you guys who forgot abt my birthday, u cn just F*** off and go to hell..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. if i missed out any names, please tell me, i'll add ur names down.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6815810-114060736884415388?l=king-pin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815810/posts/default/114060736884415388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815810/posts/default/114060736884415388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://king-pin.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#114060736884415388' title=''/><author><name>weejie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09424185237205506593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815810.post-113971586166414115</id><published>2006-02-12T11:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-12T11:45:27.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>you know wad.. my dad n me have nt spoken in 3 days already..&lt;br /&gt;no.. we did not haf any fight or arguments..&lt;br /&gt;usually, i wouldnt care, but, suddenly i.. just want a little attention from him&lt;br /&gt;damn it.. wad is happening to me..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6815810-113971586166414115?l=king-pin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815810/posts/default/113971586166414115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815810/posts/default/113971586166414115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://king-pin.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#113971586166414115' title=''/><author><name>weejie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09424185237205506593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815810.post-113939930188045742</id><published>2006-02-08T19:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-08T19:48:21.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey guys.. i've added a new 'pet' to my blog.. check it out..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6815810-113939930188045742?l=king-pin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815810/posts/default/113939930188045742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815810/posts/default/113939930188045742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://king-pin.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#113939930188045742' title=''/><author><name>weejie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09424185237205506593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815810.post-113871495606740005</id><published>2006-01-31T21:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-31T21:42:36.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok.. i must be damn bored.. this is my forth update for 2day..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for those of you out there who are feeling down,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;check out this very nice and funny link.. i mean it.. its really uplifting.. not scary type i case u were wondering jingen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ebaumsworld.com/flash/smileyass.html"&gt;http://www.ebaumsworld.com/flash/smileyass.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6815810-113871495606740005?l=king-pin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815810/posts/default/113871495606740005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815810/posts/default/113871495606740005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://king-pin.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113871495606740005' title=''/><author><name>weejie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09424185237205506593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815810.post-113870944872593669</id><published>2006-01-31T20:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-31T20:10:48.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey peeps&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do u guys mind tagging my tag board when u visit my blog.. hehe.. treat it like, signing a guest book like tt.. just tag it until i can find a programme tt is like a guest book..&lt;br /&gt;i just wanna know whose visiting my blog.. hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weeman&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6815810-113870944872593669?l=king-pin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815810/posts/default/113870944872593669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815810/posts/default/113870944872593669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://king-pin.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113870944872593669' title=''/><author><name>weejie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09424185237205506593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815810.post-113870696227342896</id><published>2006-01-31T19:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-31T19:29:22.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>check out my newest collection to my body of injuries.. hahaha&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3291/388/1600/DSC00988.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3291/388/320/DSC00988.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3291/388/1600/DSC00989.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3291/388/320/DSC00989.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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 href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3291/388/1600/DSC00987.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3291/388/320/DSC00987.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3291/388/1600/DSC00986.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3291/388/320/DSC00986.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;erm guys.. im not suicidal.. the injury on my arm is because i was helping my mum with her ironing on new year eve, and i accidentally, burnt my arm.. but, seriously, not suicidal.. i doubt anybody will ask about it when school reopens.. since none of my relatives asked about it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i think i'm gonna start taking pictures of all my new injuries.. muahahaha.. aint tt cool&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6815810-113870696227342896?l=king-pin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815810/posts/default/113870696227342896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815810/posts/default/113870696227342896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://king-pin.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113870696227342896' title=''/><author><name>weejie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09424185237205506593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815810.post-113869953071656314</id><published>2006-01-31T17:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-31T17:25:30.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i've been very bored the whole of today, all i've been doing is, well, using the computer, eating the new year goodies and looking through my personal folder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, while looking through my folder, i looked through my collection of pictures as well, and i realised one thing.. nvm, i shalt explain.. a picture speaks a thousand words&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3291/388/1600/DSC00888.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3291/388/320/DSC00888.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;does this pic say anything to you?? no?? nvm, i've got more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3291/388/1600/DSC00919.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3291/388/320/DSC00919.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;wad abt this?? see any similarity?? nope?? nvm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3291/388/1600/DSC00769.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3291/388/320/DSC00769.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;hw abt now??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok.. for all the retards out there, i never smile..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn.. no wonder u guys keep telling me to smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, lets check out how retarded i look when i smile :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3291/388/1600/IMG_1540.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3291/388/320/IMG_1540.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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 href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3291/388/1600/PICT0051.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3291/388/320/PICT0051.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;so my conclusion, when i smile, i look like a retard bt when i dun smile, i look fierce n hostile..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6815810-113869953071656314?l=king-pin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815810/posts/default/113869953071656314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815810/posts/default/113869953071656314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://king-pin.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113869953071656314' title=''/><author><name>weejie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09424185237205506593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815810.post-113868033359224557</id><published>2006-01-31T11:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-31T12:05:33.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>its amazing how children can find pleasure over the simplest things in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;during the chinese new year, my whole family and relatives were at my godma's place, as usual, the male adults will be in the living room watching tv, while the ladies will be in the air con room gossiping, and all the children will be at the corridor playing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my 2 neices and nephew, age 4 5 and 6 respectivly. i dont have the pictures on my com, bt i have them on my phone. anyway, the kids are playing by the corridor, and i was just sitting by the stairs watching them place, cause the tv programme was damn boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i was watching them play the 'sparklers' and they are so happy. they are just amazed and delighted to hold a lighted metal stick with gun power sticked to it and watch it burn. and i just have my hats down for the kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kids can find pleasure over the simplest things in life, yet we, teenagers, adults can never get enough of what life has for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we want the fastest car, the biggest house, the biggest plasma tv and the fastest computer. we were once like the kids too, what happened to us, what made us change for such innocient beings to such an indescirble being?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6815810-113868033359224557?l=king-pin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815810/posts/default/113868033359224557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815810/posts/default/113868033359224557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://king-pin.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113868033359224557' title=''/><author><name>weejie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09424185237205506593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815810.post-113828593172581504</id><published>2006-01-26T22:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-26T22:36:19.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i remember last year, during one of our social studies lesson&lt;br /&gt;mr lee showed us a power point side&lt;br /&gt;its about&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'what are the things in life that gets you to your objective?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love??&lt;br /&gt;power??&lt;br /&gt;money??&lt;br /&gt;studies??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;assuming each alphabet represents a numerial figure e.g. a=1, b=2, c=3... z=26&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love&lt;br /&gt;12+15+22+5=54%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;power&lt;br /&gt;16+15+23+5+18=77%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;money&lt;br /&gt;13+15+14+5+25=72%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;studies&lt;br /&gt;19+20+21+4+9+5+19=97%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;attitude&lt;br /&gt;1+20+20+9+20+21+4+5=100%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this shows that being rich will only get you half way to where you want to be, and be educated get you closer, however it is attitude that really gets you to your objective.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bullshit&lt;br /&gt;2+21+12+12+19+8+9+20=103%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bootlicking&lt;br /&gt;2+15+15+20+12+9+3+11+9+14+7=117%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, this shows that although attitude gets you to your objective, it is bullshit and bootlicking that gets your further and beyond your objective.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;think about it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6815810-113828593172581504?l=king-pin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815810/posts/default/113828593172581504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815810/posts/default/113828593172581504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://king-pin.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113828593172581504' title=''/><author><name>weejie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09424185237205506593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815810.post-113819089348631513</id><published>2006-01-25T19:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-25T20:08:13.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>conversation between weeman and chem home tutor (mrs yeow)&lt;br /&gt;mrs yeow - take out your assigment 2 homework and show me&lt;br /&gt;class - &lt;em&gt;slowly drags and waste time taking out that pathatic piece of homework&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mrs yeow - &lt;em&gt;walks around check out everybody's homework&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;walks towards weeman&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weeman - &lt;em&gt;smiles at mrs yeow&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weeman- cher, i didnt do lah&lt;br /&gt;mrs yeow - dont tell me you wont here again&lt;br /&gt;weeman - (&lt;em&gt;smiles cheekly) &lt;/em&gt;i wasnt here&lt;br /&gt;mrs yeow -  why not here again huh??&lt;br /&gt;weeman - cause i was called down to hq lor, and im not even suppose to be in school until 3 feb&lt;br /&gt;mrs yeow - why so buzy?? must as well quit school rite (&lt;em&gt;walks off)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weeman - &lt;em&gt;smiles to himself (thinking yea.. i should quit school, even the HOD of student welfare is telling me to do so)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;moral of the conversation, weeman should quit school.. yea.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;but only few more days of JAE to go.. might as well just make it thru rite.. yea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;so its still on the fence.. ve the vuck rite.. damn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6815810-113819089348631513?l=king-pin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815810/posts/default/113819089348631513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815810/posts/default/113819089348631513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://king-pin.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113819089348631513' title=''/><author><name>weejie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09424185237205506593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815810.post-113810912443104496</id><published>2006-01-24T21:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-24T21:25:24.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Success is Attitude more than aptitude. Being Happywith who you are. Cultivating body mind and spirit. Discovering that heaven is within. Embracing the unknown with enthusias. Facing Fear, finding faith. Giving without remembering. Here Now breathe into each moment. Inside You not in pepole places or things. Journeying from head to the heart. Knowing your beliefs create your experiences. Letting Go and going with the flow. Making Time for family, friends and forgiveness. Never Ever Giving Up on your hopes and dreams. Opening Your Heart to magnificent possibilities. Passion playfulness and peace of mind. Quiet Time, the key to inspired living. Receiving without forgetting. Seeking Answers, questioning beliefs. Trusting in the beauty of your feeling and needs. Understanding the best you can do is always enough. A Verb choreograph your dance with destiny. Willingness to learn from everything that happens. Xpressing Yourself be the hero of your own story. Yours To Define how do you want&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6815810-113810912443104496?l=king-pin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815810/posts/default/113810912443104496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815810/posts/default/113810912443104496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://king-pin.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113810912443104496' title=''/><author><name>weejie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09424185237205506593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815810.post-113810417173266405</id><published>2006-01-24T19:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-24T20:02:51.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>daph.. you know wad..&lt;br /&gt;you are right..&lt;br /&gt;i should just quit school and enjoy the rest of the holidays&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6815810-113810417173266405?l=king-pin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815810/posts/default/113810417173266405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815810/posts/default/113810417173266405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://king-pin.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113810417173266405' title=''/><author><name>weejie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09424185237205506593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815810.post-113793997874089958</id><published>2006-01-22T21:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-22T22:26:18.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>you know wad, i just realised recently that i've been very quiet in school now&lt;br /&gt;it used to be me talking cock to everyone around me..&lt;br /&gt;now??&lt;br /&gt;i'm freaking quiet&lt;br /&gt;i hardly open my mouth in sch nw&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;in the past&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;morning..&lt;br /&gt;go over to 4B talk cock talk cock with nadjmi, kenneth, denson, and occasionally aza if he's not wif andrea at that dark n seluded corner beside the current 4A&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lesson time..&lt;br /&gt;talk cock wif kenneth and elaine.. the 2 clowns who sit beside me.. we r always getting complains from people tt we'r abit, a little bit too noisy.. haha.. thn if the lessons is very damn dry and the weather is warm, i'll be walking ard the class like nobody's business.. and occasionally go over to talk cock wif jingen.. and if lesson permits, i'll kajiao the teacher, as in talk cock with the teachers too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;recess time..&lt;br /&gt;recess time will be the 3 musketeers.. hahaha.. me, kenneth and nadjmi.. we'll go to the malay noodles stall.. thn we'll go to the tables, take our own sweet time to eat, thn irritate the hell out of the slowest by asking tis qn 'are you done yet' repeatly.. hahaha.. it gets on peoples nerve.. trust me.. weejie knows best.. muahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lessons are recess..&lt;br /&gt;usually, we'll be chasing after mr yew.. coz he's always sprinting back up to our class.. oh yah.. for those who still dont know, he's in hwa chong inst. ok.. back to the story&lt;br /&gt;thn usually, i'll be quieter during this lessons, coz tired.. wan to slp in class.. muahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after sch..&lt;br /&gt;depends on wad we haf, we usually go abt doing our own stuff, coz kenneth is vice pres, he'll use his big post to pao xiao mei mei.. nadj will be running all over the sch to get band stuff done.. and me.. me.. wad do i usually do.. oh yah.. look for mr ong, he's always never to be found.. ok.. lets leave things as tt.. i dunnoe who's reading my blog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thn after all this crap, we'll be back to class, trying to convince our subj teachers to release us early, or we'll take this time to slp in class again.. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xinyi.. if u r reading this, hw is it tt u can stay awake through all the lessons ar.. no matter hw boring, hw dry, hw dead the class is, hw bad the weather is, u'll still be awake and attentive..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;present (at MI)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;morning..&lt;br /&gt;lectures.. lectures.. lectures.. move shut.. no one i know very well around me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;breaks..&lt;br /&gt;lagi worst.. the canteen is freaking small, yet i cant find a familliar face..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tutorials..&lt;br /&gt;not any better.. in a class of 30 odd students.. i still hardly speak at all..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn it lah.. wad the hell is going on with me.. im no longer who i was before..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;erm.. en ah.. i wont post tt pic on my blog lah.. a promise is a promise is still a promise..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6815810-113793997874089958?l=king-pin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815810/posts/default/113793997874089958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815810/posts/default/113793997874089958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://king-pin.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113793997874089958' title=''/><author><name>weejie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09424185237205506593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815810.post-113661503925323168</id><published>2006-01-07T14:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-07T14:23:59.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>enough is enough&lt;br /&gt;i've had it with people who keep testing my patience and tolerance&lt;br /&gt;there is a limit to my patience and my tolerance&lt;br /&gt;and you are seriously testing it&lt;br /&gt;you are stepping on thin ice right now&lt;br /&gt;and you just dont give a shit right&lt;br /&gt;ok&lt;br /&gt;fine&lt;br /&gt;i'll start being an asshole now&lt;br /&gt;stop thinking about others&lt;br /&gt;stop giving a shit about people around me&lt;br /&gt;and start to think about myself&lt;br /&gt;and only myself&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6815810-113661503925323168?l=king-pin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815810/posts/default/113661503925323168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815810/posts/default/113661503925323168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://king-pin.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113661503925323168' title=''/><author><name>weejie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09424185237205506593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815810.post-113603305407117717</id><published>2005-12-31T20:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-31T20:44:14.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>happy new year to one and all&lt;br /&gt;hope that u guys are having fun during the new year eve&lt;br /&gt;coz im spending it alone again.. with nth to do at hm&lt;br /&gt;once again, happy new year guys&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6815810-113603305407117717?l=king-pin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815810/posts/default/113603305407117717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815810/posts/default/113603305407117717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://king-pin.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113603305407117717' title=''/><author><name>weejie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09424185237205506593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815810.post-113603135593955413</id><published>2005-12-31T20:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-31T20:15:55.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Title:&lt;br /&gt;Post 5 weird things or random facts bout yourself. Then,list 5 names that are in line to do this. Dont forget to leave a 'you've been tagged' in their blogs to read yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. although i'm a CLT, but i only like the uniform and not the service =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. i like to read stuff that are not usefull for my studies at all.. tts y im knowledgable but do not have exellent grades..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. im actually an impatient person although i keep telling people that its alright if they are late =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. i have the ability to stay unnoticed by others for as long as i want&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. i can find a reason to slack for any situation.. shhh.. dun tell my juniors.. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 5 people that I choose to do this are:&lt;br /&gt;1. me&lt;br /&gt;2. myself&lt;br /&gt;3. i&lt;br /&gt;4. ahku&lt;br /&gt;5. mua&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6815810-113603135593955413?l=king-pin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815810/posts/default/113603135593955413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815810/posts/default/113603135593955413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://king-pin.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113603135593955413' title=''/><author><name>weejie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09424185237205506593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815810.post-113544227030820466</id><published>2005-12-25T00:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-25T00:39:11.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;what does man love more than life&lt;br /&gt;fear more than death and mortal stife&lt;br /&gt;what the poor have, the rich require,&lt;br /&gt;and what the contented man desire,&lt;br /&gt;what the miser spends and the&lt;br /&gt;spendthrift saves&lt;br /&gt;and all man carry to their graves??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;merry christmas guys&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6815810-113544227030820466?l=king-pin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815810/posts/default/113544227030820466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815810/posts/default/113544227030820466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://king-pin.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113544227030820466' title=''/><author><name>weejie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09424185237205506593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815810.post-113526371859446143</id><published>2005-12-22T22:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-22T23:10:07.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>you know what.. i think i have a reason for everything that goes wrong in my life..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;shit happens&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;hey.. i got robbed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;well.. shit happens&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;hey.. i got hit in the head&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;well.. shit happens&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;hey.. i stepped onto dog shit&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;well.. shit happens&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;isnt it wonderful.. for any little thing that goes wrong, you can use &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;shit happens &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;as a reason.. isnt it perfect&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;this is just my 2 cents worth.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;guys.. do u people rmb 2 years ago when i was into death??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;asking you people what happens to the soul when 1 dies&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;or whether there is such a thing as a soul&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;ah well.. im still getting no where with it.. haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;but, i know that when we die, we become nothing more than a mere memory in people's life..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;some people even choose to forget about the deceased because it hurts to bring back the past the good times they had together&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;and they believe that it is time to move on.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;hell.. wtf am i talking about man&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;death.. such a beautiful word..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;wads it like to die??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;wads it like to be on the brim of death??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;wads it like to play russian roulette knowing that the bullet might just fly out and blow ur brains out any time??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;can you feel the rush??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;wads it like to do BASE jumping.. knowing that you haf less than 2 secs some times even lesser to pull the cord to save your sorry little ass??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;wads it like to swim with great white sharks.. not knowing when will they attack u.. bite ur punny little ass till ur blood cover the sea around you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;wads it like to be trapped in an island all by yourself.. not knowing when you'll die&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;have you ever thought that you might not live through today??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;that, you might just die any moment.. that you might not be able to live till the age to 17.. or that you have never told your parents how much you love them, and you just drop dead without knowing it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;have it ever occured to you that we are all gonna die.. that any one you love might not live through today, might not make it to tomorrow, might not live to see the next sunrise&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;we are all living to die.. every sunset, every sunrise, just brings us 1 day closer to our death bed and yet we dun realise it at all.. we only feel it when we are dying.. only ready to repent our mistakes when we are on our death beds.. but isnt it abit too late already??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;wanna know what is stress beyond stress?? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;imagine this.. imagine this with all ur might&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;imagine that you have been held hostage by a bank robber.. he has a gun.. he knows that he has no way of getting his ass out of this deep shit.. he brings you to an isolated part of a forest.. holds u captive there..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;he is running out of options..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;all of a sudden, he gives u a shovel and tells you to dig ur own grave&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;you start out by taking your time to dig, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;making use of this time to think about how to save your sorry ass.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;than ur kidnapper points his gun directly at your face and tells you to dig faster.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;or he'll just blow ur brains open coz he doesnt really give a shit about whether you have a proper grave or not..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;so you dig faster and deeper.. this time, your too darn scared to take ur time, you're afraid that the bullet might fly through ur head anytime..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;you just dig deeper and faster&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;wads going through your head right now??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;are you thinking about your parents?? your loved ones??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;wad about the last thing you said to your loved ones?? are u regretting that you screamed at your parents for nagging at you?? wishing that you have told them how much you actually loved them instead of screaming u hate them??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;wad about wishing you told that friend how much u wanted to be wif him/her&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;wad about wishing you had not stepped out of ur hse at all&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;guess what.. shit happens.. we all are going to die one way or another&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i think i better stop now.. dun wan to continue anymore.. talked about too much crap already&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;happy holidays, you baskets&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;may you people live a fruitful life.. and hopefully, not die in vain or die with regrets&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;so, go around telling people how sorry or how much u love them.. coz we all gonna die&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;once again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;smile and may u have a wonderful life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;ciao peeps.. weare all gonna die.. accept it now &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6815810-113526371859446143?l=king-pin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815810/posts/default/113526371859446143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815810/posts/default/113526371859446143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://king-pin.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113526371859446143' title=''/><author><name>weejie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09424185237205506593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815810.post-113465552847079978</id><published>2005-12-15T22:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-15T22:05:28.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;hey guys... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;any of you guys would like to go and do some indoor rock climbing with me.. i have a sudden outburst of energy i need to channel to somewhere.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;erm.. anytime this week??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;just give me a message if u guys want to go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;or i can just go do other stuff, whatever this other stuff is lah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;adious&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6815810-113465552847079978?l=king-pin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815810/posts/default/113465552847079978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815810/posts/default/113465552847079978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://king-pin.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113465552847079978' title=''/><author><name>weejie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09424185237205506593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815810.post-113446788525243035</id><published>2005-12-13T17:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-13T17:58:05.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok.. this is so screwed up..&lt;br /&gt;i accidentally hit my head against my table and its was bleeding like hell last night&lt;br /&gt;than went to see a doc today&lt;br /&gt;doc say maybe need stitches&lt;br /&gt;thn she looks at it even closer say its nt tt deep&lt;br /&gt;so no need stitches&lt;br /&gt;than she ask routine questions&lt;br /&gt;do you have headache?&lt;br /&gt;did you vomit??&lt;br /&gt;no&lt;br /&gt;no&lt;br /&gt;so she adminsters to me some 'ste something strip'&lt;br /&gt;couldnt understand her acent&lt;br /&gt;she has this fillipino acent&lt;br /&gt;anyways, they sent me to the bandage room&lt;br /&gt;had my cut bandaged and everything&lt;br /&gt;made payment&lt;br /&gt;than went home to sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in between happened certain unpleasent things which i do not want to mention&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways&lt;br /&gt;i got home and woke up from my sleep&lt;br /&gt;feeling feverish.. but the thermometer begs to differ&lt;br /&gt;so i ate the antibiotics given to me&lt;br /&gt;and now&lt;br /&gt;i still feel feverish and im having a headache&lt;br /&gt;wooohooo&lt;br /&gt;im dying soon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy birthday sufang.. dunnoe whether you will be able to read this,&lt;br /&gt;but still&lt;br /&gt;happy birthday to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;adious peeps&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. i'll go prepare my death will.. any request u guys want??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6815810-113446788525243035?l=king-pin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815810/posts/default/113446788525243035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815810/posts/default/113446788525243035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://king-pin.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113446788525243035' title=''/><author><name>weejie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09424185237205506593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815810.post-113405650074810344</id><published>2005-12-08T23:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-08T23:41:40.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey guys...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is kind of last minute, but, if any of you would like to attend the 50th CLT passing out parade, you are invited to do so..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all you have to do is to be a yio chu kang mrt station ard 5.30 to 6.30 and take the shuttle bus to hq ncc.. and.. you have to be sitted by 6.45pm as the parade offically starts at 7pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after the parade, there's dinner and some light entertainment, not by me, because i didnt make much 'noise' in this course&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the whole thing is expected to end by 9.30 or 10pm.. i cant really remember..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the last shuttle bus service leaving hq ncc is around 10.30&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you are allowed to bring your cameras in.. just dont wander off to other places, as there are armed sentries on duty, they are allowed to fire the weapon if you happen to do things that seem to threathen the national security&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, if any one would like to go, send me a text message k.. so that, i know who to expect&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;adious amigos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weeman&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6815810-113405650074810344?l=king-pin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815810/posts/default/113405650074810344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815810/posts/default/113405650074810344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://king-pin.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113405650074810344' title=''/><author><name>weejie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09424185237205506593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815810.post-113361716397739103</id><published>2005-12-03T21:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-03T21:39:38.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>eh.. hw cum blogger now in chinese words ar.. can someone tell me hw to change the settings.. thanks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, just got out of camp yesterday at night.. for those of you who dont know, i was locked up in HQ NCC for 5days because of 50th CLT course..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;erm.. yah.. damn fucked up at HQ NCC's management.. they took in 250 trainees and now its left with 205 trainees because they gave up, and now, the people on top wants to kick out another 20% of the trainees because of mid course review aka we dont like your face and we want you out. So we got this news on thursday and people started to feel sad and de-moralised immediatly and yah all were in a fucked up mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thn on friday, we were made to go against our own friends after they made us bond so well. they wanted us to kick out our own friends, vote for the person you want to OOC the most.. and my syndicate(platoon) had ppl who broke down while the instructors forced us to do so. than after we broke down, the instructor, S/CLT Azmi, told 'bond'(one of our platoon mate, the funnier ones) he told bond to stand in front of the platoon and asked him face the platoon and tell us what is it that makes us all cry.. and 'bond' said that we are like a family, we chiong together we emerge as champions together, we are the fastest, the best among the rest, and he broke down even more. than Azmi said this to us,"what if i told you that bond is the one who is going to get OOC" than all of us raised put hands and said we'll OOC together.. thn the bus came and we had to proceed to the NEwater plant for some badge scheme crap..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so after we got back from the NEwater plant, we were told to pack our bags and prepare to book out.. thn while we were marching to the main gate, our platoon was making the most noise by singing "our book-out song"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"our book-out song"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;today is our book-out day, book-out book-out&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;today is our book-out day, our book-out day&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;no more sir Azmi, no more mdm Ying Bei&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;today is our book-out day, our book-out day&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;**sang to the tune of 'everybody sing a song, do da, do da'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so we walked out of the front gate towards the mrt station, singing that song again and again..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guys, dont worry about who gets OOC, cause we'll always be Syn 1, the best among the rest&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6815810-113361716397739103?l=king-pin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815810/posts/default/113361716397739103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815810/posts/default/113361716397739103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://king-pin.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113361716397739103' title=''/><author><name>weejie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09424185237205506593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815810.post-113263017834254178</id><published>2005-11-22T11:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-22T11:29:38.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ladies and gentlemen,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will be out of contact from 6am to 8pm on monday to fridays from 24th nov to 9th dec..&lt;br /&gt;so if you guys want to contact me, just leave a voice mail or text message, i'll get back to you at night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weeman&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6815810-113263017834254178?l=king-pin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815810/posts/default/113263017834254178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815810/posts/default/113263017834254178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://king-pin.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113263017834254178' title=''/><author><name>weejie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09424185237205506593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815810.post-113248055789481706</id><published>2005-11-20T17:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-20T17:55:57.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>woooohooooooo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dun ask why....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;muahahahahahahaa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6815810-113248055789481706?l=king-pin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815810/posts/default/113248055789481706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815810/posts/default/113248055789481706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://king-pin.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113248055789481706' title=''/><author><name>weejie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09424185237205506593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815810.post-113238685123763855</id><published>2005-11-19T15:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-19T15:54:11.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>heres a riddle for you people to think about.. i haven been in the mood to blog lately.. coz of whatever reasons lah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A dozen royals gathered round,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Entertained by two who clowned.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Each king there had servants ten,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Though none of them were also men.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A weapon's stout, A priceless jewel,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The beat of Life, The farmer's tool&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;good luck with it.. i'll post the answer next week.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mean while, enjoy your holidays, while i suffer in silence and bordem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ciao&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6815810-113238685123763855?l=king-pin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815810/posts/default/113238685123763855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815810/posts/default/113238685123763855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://king-pin.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113238685123763855' title=''/><author><name>weejie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09424185237205506593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815810.post-113228775222389963</id><published>2005-11-18T12:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-18T12:24:31.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey guys... i need your help.. im having second thoughts about going to the 50th CLT course.. can you guys help me by voting.. thanks&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6815810-113228775222389963?l=king-pin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815810/posts/default/113228775222389963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815810/posts/default/113228775222389963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://king-pin.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113228775222389963' title=''/><author><name>weejie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09424185237205506593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815810.post-113228633441353894</id><published>2005-11-18T11:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-18T12:05:06.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wooohoooo..&lt;br /&gt;alright.. my blog is back online..&lt;br /&gt;so.. the chem paper is in a few hours time and.. here i am.. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;heck.. doesnt matter lah&lt;br /&gt;in party mood loh.. hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway.. the song ur listening to is 'Its My Life' by Bon Jovi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kk.. gtg do what i got to do..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;astalavista y'all&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6815810-113228633441353894?l=king-pin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815810/posts/default/113228633441353894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815810/posts/default/113228633441353894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://king-pin.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113228633441353894' title=''/><author><name>weejie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09424185237205506593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815810.post-112575795886152522</id><published>2005-09-03T22:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-03T22:32:38.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>omg.. ncc going 3G.. haha.. our hq ncc RSM has his own personal blog.. hahaha.. i am so damn shocked.. haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6815810-112575795886152522?l=king-pin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815810/posts/default/112575795886152522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815810/posts/default/112575795886152522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://king-pin.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112575795886152522' title=''/><author><name>weejie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09424185237205506593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815810.post-112567939302547218</id><published>2005-09-03T00:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-03T11:12:07.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ladies and gentlemen,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am giving a 1 week advance notice that i am closing down my blog for good. the blog will be reopen on 18/11/2005 by 12midnight. song ba. swear to god.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i thank that all of you have been visiting my blog and tagging it, i really appreciate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please feel free to drop by when it reopens on the 18/11/2005.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you have any comments, please tag at my tag-board, i'll get back to you as soon as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and if you happen to be those who are visitng my blog after the week, you may email me, or send a text message to my cell phone, i'll be glad to get back to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;once again, i thank that all of you have been visiting my blog, and helping me keep my blog alive. i am deeply honoured(i can't think of that particular word, so, i'll just use this word).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU GUYS ROCKS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, i guess this is good bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good bye, guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;signing out, weejie a.k.a weeman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;p.s i still need $80 more to buy an iPOD mini.. can anyone sponsor me.. please&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6815810-112567939302547218?l=king-pin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815810/posts/default/112567939302547218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815810/posts/default/112567939302547218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://king-pin.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112567939302547218' title=''/><author><name>weejie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09424185237205506593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815810.post-112553892143630865</id><published>2005-09-01T09:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-01T09:42:01.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>just realised that a friend of a friend has the same blog skin as mine&lt;br /&gt;so i changed it, as simple as that&lt;br /&gt;so, yah.. this is my new blog skin&lt;br /&gt;chill peeps&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6815810-112553892143630865?l=king-pin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815810/posts/default/112553892143630865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815810/posts/default/112553892143630865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://king-pin.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112553892143630865' title=''/><author><name>weejie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09424185237205506593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815810.post-112547081679404626</id><published>2005-08-31T14:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-31T14:46:56.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>haha.. very nice webby.. very interesting.. dunnoe how to describe.. haha.. u have to see it to believe it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's the link&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.angelfire.com/ct3/lilswtcherry/dontclick.html"&gt;webby&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u have to see it to believe it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ciao peeps&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dun worry.. it anit porn&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6815810-112547081679404626?l=king-pin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815810/posts/default/112547081679404626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815810/posts/default/112547081679404626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://king-pin.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112547081679404626' title=''/><author><name>weejie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09424185237205506593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815810.post-112458993581554695</id><published>2005-08-21T10:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-21T10:05:35.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>watz zup peeps.. er.. i have something to spare.. so.. i'm updating my blog.. hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heres a very cute and funny pic abt to babys.. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enjoy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ciao..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;adious amigos..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3291/388/1600/broken1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3291/388/400/broken.jpg" 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/6815810-112458993581554695?l=king-pin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815810/posts/default/112458993581554695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815810/posts/default/112458993581554695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://king-pin.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112458993581554695' title=''/><author><name>weejie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09424185237205506593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815810.post-112452297236460545</id><published>2005-08-20T15:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-20T15:54:25.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>here's a few nice link.. its for all those of you out there, feeling lonely, angry, sad, or whatever emotions that isnt nice.. wtf am i talking abt.. watever lah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here goes nothing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lcbtv.com/flash/movie/tonghua.swf"&gt;http://www.lcbtv.com/flash/movie/tonghua.swf&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.doubleedgefilms.com/spin/player.html"&gt;http://www.doubleedgefilms.com/spin/player.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enjoy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ciao..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6815810-112452297236460545?l=king-pin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815810/posts/default/112452297236460545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815810/posts/default/112452297236460545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://king-pin.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112452297236460545' title=''/><author><name>weejie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09424185237205506593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815810.post-112419872983070888</id><published>2005-08-16T21:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-16T21:25:29.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hand very itchy.. hehe&lt;br /&gt;just thought that you people would like to read my draft for the letter to mrs heng to drop chinese..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;version 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My son’s Chinese is of a pathetic standard. There is no way of improving his Chinese at all. He might as well channel this effort into another subject which he is more likely to do well in. Dropping Chinese would a like putting down an extremely heavy burden on him, Chinese has never been his subject and will never be.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;verson 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Blk +++ Jurong west St 6*&lt;br /&gt;#**-***&lt;br /&gt;Singapore 644+++&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tel: **** ****&lt;br /&gt;August 16, 2005&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Whom It May Concern&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I, Mdm xxx xxxx, parent of Ho WeeJie from Class Sec 4A, hereby permit my son to drop Chinese and not participate in the upcoming GCE Chinese O’ Levels paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason I do wish for my son to re-take his Chinese is he has been getting very low grades for his Chinese ever since Primary school and that I should assume that he has no interest in re-taking his Chinese anymore. By doing so, my son would be able to focus more on his other subjects and excel as much as he can, without being pressurized more by his Chinese, which I believe, is his weakest subject. Also, it is a waste of money for my son to re-take his Mother Tongue, and, again, he might have purely no interest in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope that my son would no longer have an extra burden on him and that the school would agree to let him drop the subject so that he may concentrate better on the other subjects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours truly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mdm xxx xxxx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Endorsed by:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stupid? yeah.. bt.. well.. i got to.. i repeat.. i GOT to drop chinese.. its a fucking burden.. haha&lt;br /&gt;anyway.. gtg.. bye.. haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6815810-112419872983070888?l=king-pin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815810/posts/default/112419872983070888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815810/posts/default/112419872983070888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://king-pin.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112419872983070888' title=''/><author><name>weejie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09424185237205506593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815810.post-112385641030224424</id><published>2005-08-12T22:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-12T22:20:10.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>alright people.. some bad or might be good news to some people..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my blog... i.. i.. i.. i am.. i am gonna stay away from my computer from now till after O levels...&lt;br /&gt;bt.. every once in a while.. i might.. might only ar.. come online and tag people's blog and check my email.. hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry about that.. for those who feel sad(i dont think there will be much la) abt me stopping to use the computer.. i hope u understand??{hmmz.. doesnt sound right.. bt.. nvm} anyways.. for those who feel delighted.. haha.. rock on... haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so.. i'll be using my computer today for the last time..might be using it till quite late.. so..&lt;br /&gt;talk to me online for the last time.. muahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peace out peeps&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6815810-112385641030224424?l=king-pin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815810/posts/default/112385641030224424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815810/posts/default/112385641030224424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://king-pin.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112385641030224424' title=''/><author><name>weejie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09424185237205506593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815810.post-112382987000053280</id><published>2005-08-12T14:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-12T14:57:50.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wooohoooooooooooooooooooooo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i passed my chinese o level.. muahahahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont care if i dont get a freaking distinction..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont care if i didnt even get a B..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;coz.. i PASSED my fucking chinese... wooohoooooo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C6 is better than nothing for a person like me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woooohooooooooooo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my chinese oral...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i GOT A DISTINCTION...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wooooohooooooooooo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can u believe it.. muahahahahahahahahahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahahahahahahahahahahahha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sooooooo.... hhhhhaaaaaaappppppppppppppppppppppppyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;muahahahahahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ciao peeps..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gotta go celebrate by mugging my books... muahahahahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah.. i passed i passed i passed i passed.. muahahahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehehehhehe.. going psycho soon le.. muahahahahahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6815810-112382987000053280?l=king-pin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815810/posts/default/112382987000053280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815810/posts/default/112382987000053280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://king-pin.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112382987000053280' title=''/><author><name>weejie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09424185237205506593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815810.post-112375442111328109</id><published>2005-08-11T17:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-11T18:00:21.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>alright.. jing en is asking me to update again.. so.. here it is.. hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;er.. todays oral was pretty easy.. the examiner kept saying good good.. dunnoe is that good or not.. coz he didnt say tt to jean.. in case you dont know.. jean is the proclaimed best student in our school.. so.. if she has problems doing some things.. thn.. we will most probable be gone case.. according to elaine lah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways.. the examiner was good lah.. i made them both laugh like siao kiao like that.. hopefully its a good thing lah.. coz according to mrs sng, we are there to entertain the examiners.. hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;muahahahhahahahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ciao peeps..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6815810-112375442111328109?l=king-pin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815810/posts/default/112375442111328109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815810/posts/default/112375442111328109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://king-pin.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112375442111328109' title=''/><author><name>weejie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09424185237205506593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815810.post-112359272432423743</id><published>2005-08-09T20:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-09T21:05:24.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;haiz.. i'm bored.. i'm bored.. i'm bored.. i'm really really bored...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;whatever lah.. jia lat lah.. this few days like nobody to talk to leh... i very very sian.. the princess sms is exceeding.. jas gt ben ben le.. jas ho, msg her half way she wont reply de.. xin jie, when she reply me, for some reason i am not able to recieve.. dunnoe why.. elaine is angry at me for some reason.. en and i talk too much in school to sms.. the guys?? no idea what happened to them too.. nigel gt eevin.. aza gt andrea.. kenneth, we sit beside each other.. if i start to msg him, its gonna be like sooo gay.. haiz.. i'm bored&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;haiz.. i'm bored.. i'm bored.. i'm bored.. i'm really really bored...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;haiz.. think i should go and mugg liao lah.. prelim is very close le..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;ciao.. tata.. adious amigos.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;i'm bored.. i'm bored.. i'm really really bored..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;i'm bored.. i'm bored.. i'm really really bored..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;i'm bored.. i'm bored.. i'm really really bored..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;i'm bored.. i'm bored.. i'm really really bored..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i'm bored.. i'm bored.. i'm really really bored..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;i'm bored.. i'm bored.. i'm really really bored..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;i'm bored.. i'm bored.. i'm really really bored..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;i'm bored.. i'm bored.. i'm really really bored..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;i'm bored.. i'm bored.. i'm really really bored..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;i'm bored.. i'm bored.. i'm really really bored..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;i'm bored.. i'm bored.. i'm really really bored..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;i'm bored.. i'm bored.. i'm really really bored..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;i'm bored.. i'm bored.. i'm really really bored..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;i'm bored.. i'm bored.. i'm really really bored..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;i'm bored.. i'm bored.. i'm really really bored..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;i'm bored.. i'm bored.. i'm really really bored..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;i'm bored.. i'm bored.. i'm really really bored..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;i'm bored.. i'm bored.. i'm really really bored..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;i'm bored.. i'm bored.. i'm really really bored..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;i'm bored.. i'm bored.. i'm really really bored..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;i'm bored.. i'm bored.. i'm really really bored..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;i'm bored.. i'm bored.. i'm really really bored..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;i'm bored.. i'm bored.. i'm really really bored..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;i'm bored.. i'm bored.. i'm really really bored..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;i'm bored.. i'm bored.. i'm really really bored..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;i'm bored.. i'm bored.. i'm really really bored..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6815810-112359272432423743?l=king-pin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815810/posts/default/112359272432423743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815810/posts/default/112359272432423743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://king-pin.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112359272432423743' title=''/><author><name>weejie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09424185237205506593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815810.post-112350140160542701</id><published>2005-08-08T19:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-08T19:43:21.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;okok.. so today in school, our national day activities is really screwed up lor.. seems like what we said is true, the sec 4's cannot step down.. haha.. just a rain has cause the entire school to be in chaos.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;teachers have no idea what is going on.. the students are walking out of school and no one stops them.. a performance in the hall, and at the end, about 50 upper sec pupils just walked out of the hall and out of the school, no one stopped them.. this is totally screwed up man.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;i think in a few years time, our school will be blacklisted by the residents and by MOE lor.. no point winning awards for the school.. anyway, we also step down already.. so.. hell.. y do i care.. ciao peeps&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6815810-112350140160542701?l=king-pin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815810/posts/default/112350140160542701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815810/posts/default/112350140160542701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://king-pin.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112350140160542701' title=''/><author><name>weejie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09424185237205506593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815810.post-112349618845190901</id><published>2005-08-08T18:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-08T18:16:28.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;this is so boring...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;tml is national day and i have nowhere to go.. seems like everybody have family activities or got other things to do.. me leh?? parents working.. sister going out with cousin.. brother? forget it lah.. and i am all alone at home again.. haiz.. want to go out also nobody pei wo.. hais.. sianz lah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;anybody want to go out with me tml?? haiz.. this is like, i;m degrading myself lor.. haiz.. sianz lah.. its not like i dont have plans lor.. look at my previous previous update.. gt sooo much activities to do.. juzt that, nobody pei wo.. haiz..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;wtf lah..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i go slp now.. hopefully ming tian hui gen hao.. haha... like it will ever be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ciao..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6815810-112349618845190901?l=king-pin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815810/posts/default/112349618845190901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815810/posts/default/112349618845190901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://king-pin.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112349618845190901' title=''/><author><name>weejie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09424185237205506593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815810.post-112341492124165770</id><published>2005-08-07T19:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-07T19:42:01.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i want to buy darts. than can throw darts at faces that i hate alot. but, i abit not willing to spend my money leh.. hehe.. abit expensive, $28.90 ba.. i think so.. than also have the $60 - $100 region.. too expensive le lah.. dont need such professional darts..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haiz.. i also tempting to buy angle weights leh.. 1kg is enough le lah.. i also abit lazy to wear a 5kg weight and run.. haha.. bt than it cost $14.90.. haiz.. so expensive also..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw, its not that i am a miser, its just that, i dont know if i will have the mind set to use it until it spoils lor.. it might just be a 3-minute thing lor..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ai yah.. anyway.. i gonna go to my private blog to complain about some stupid asshole who thinks he's the king.. stupid yellow trash.. such a disgrace to to our people.. Fuck off you yellow skin freak.. you dont belong here..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ciao people&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6815810-112341492124165770?l=king-pin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815810/posts/default/112341492124165770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815810/posts/default/112341492124165770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://king-pin.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112341492124165770' title=''/><author><name>weejie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09424185237205506593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815810.post-112334344641933776</id><published>2005-08-06T23:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-06T23:50:46.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wooohooo... i arrived at school at 11.20am on friday.. muahahaha.. hehe&lt;br /&gt;cause i was having fever in the morning, than told my papa and mama that i dont want to go school.&lt;br /&gt;but i turn up anyway.. after my fever subsided that is.. than.. when i arrived in school, mr singh called my papa to confirm that i was at home all along, than he marked my attendence as present, not late.. hehe.. he knows that it was my third time lah.. so, i think he was doing me a favour lor, or else, i would have been entered in the beta system.. than.. jia lat lah.. haha.. anyway.. my newest record would be, 11.20am arrive in school.. if i ever wan to break this record, i will have to do it in jc.. not in sec sch.. hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ciao.. gonna try to wake up early tml, going to istana&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6815810-112334344641933776?l=king-pin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815810/posts/default/112334344641933776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815810/posts/default/112334344641933776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://king-pin.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112334344641933776' title=''/><author><name>weejie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09424185237205506593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815810.post-112299468101045364</id><published>2005-08-02T22:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-02T22:58:01.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>haiz.. for some reason or another, i never have enough underwear and socks. i have 6 pairs of socks, i study 5 days a week. so, if i use 1 pair daily, i should have 1 pair extra right? wrong. by the second day of the week, some way, some how, i am left with 1 pair of socks only.&lt;br /&gt;next on the list, my missing underwears. worst still. i dont think i'll explain, later go to school i confirm kana mocked by you people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have some plans to celebrate national day. but nobody wants to go out. it seems like all want to stay at home, because they are lazy. haiz, since i not able carry out the activities, might as well share with whoever is reading this, and maybe, if they carry out these activites, they can tell me how fun or how sucky it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. here goes nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;07/08/2005 (sunday)&lt;br /&gt;1.30pm - go Istana&lt;br /&gt;2pm - watch our school JVS concert band play at the Istana open house&lt;br /&gt;3.30pm - go and play at the Istana and hope to catch a glimps of the President, Mr S.R Nathan  and some ministers.&lt;br /&gt;4.30pm- there should be some perforance by the Military Police, PDS, watch them do gravity defying stunts with the 3Kg Mark 3/4 weapons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;08/08/2005 (monday/national day eve)&lt;br /&gt;go to school, enjoy our last food and fun fair before we graduate from this god forsaken school.&lt;br /&gt;2 plus pm - go catch a movie&lt;br /&gt;4 plus pm - go hang out at some place, sit down talk cock talk cock and make a nuisanse out of ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;09/08/2005 (tuesday/ national day)&lt;br /&gt;1pm - eat ice-cream buffet at Cathy C.&lt;br /&gt;4pm - head to Marina South for the National Day carnival. girls, you can check out those hunks in uniform. and guys, you can try to stare at the hunk's girlfriends. but of course, you must be careful not to get caught, or else.. i shall not explain anymore.&lt;br /&gt;5.45pm - watch the SAF conduct their 21 gun salute, the firing of the 7 cannons, it is a fantastic sight.&lt;br /&gt;6pm - watch the Air Force fly over, with the newly purchased F-16 fighter jets. and if i dont remember wrongly, the national flag would be flown over around this time too.&lt;br /&gt;6.45pm - carry on with the National Day carnival or you can head down to the Esplanade for the fireworks display later. but, Marina South will also have its fireworks display.&lt;br /&gt;8.10pm - watch the magnificient fireworks display, choregraphed by the pyrokenetics of singapore, or something like that, can't really remember that well.&lt;br /&gt;8.16pm - another fireworks display. both fireworks display can be caught at both Esplanade and Marina South.&lt;br /&gt;8.30pm - head down to the seafood buffet at Marina. enjoy the dinner cum supper.&lt;br /&gt;10.30 - play a few rounds of bowling at the superbowl located beside the seafood buffet.&lt;br /&gt;12.30am - catch the last train back home.&lt;br /&gt;1.30am - enjoy a good nights rest. you deserve it for celebrating the National Day with the whole of Singapore, except for those who stayed at home and did nothing at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10/08/2005 (wednesday/ school holiday)&lt;br /&gt;spend this time to catch up with your studies that you have missed because you were trying to a patriotic Singaporean yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11/05/2005 ( thursday/ school day)&lt;br /&gt;remember to wake up early and drag your feet to school, and of course remember to tell be about your experience during the National Day, that is if you people went out without inviting me lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ciao.&lt;br /&gt;enjoy your holidays people.&lt;br /&gt;Happy National Day, Singapore!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6815810-112299468101045364?l=king-pin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815810/posts/default/112299468101045364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815810/posts/default/112299468101045364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://king-pin.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112299468101045364' title=''/><author><name>weejie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09424185237205506593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815810.post-112246116934862219</id><published>2005-07-27T18:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-27T18:46:09.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>what the fuck.. my mp3 really screwed up liao lah.. spoil liao lah.. i want ipod mini.. i want ipod mini..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okok.. cut to the chase.. no time to talk nonsense..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am here to curse and curse..&lt;br /&gt;*#%&amp;$@%^!%$%^$%&amp;amp;%&amp;%*&amp;amp;((&lt;a href="mailto:#%^@^@#$%@#%^$^$%&amp;#$%*@!^#$"&gt;#%^@^@#$%@#%^$^$%&amp;amp;#$%*@!^#$&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyday make us go back to school for night studies.. the next day still want to give us class test.... #$^#%^$%&amp;#&amp;amp;#!$%#!.. than.. still want to scold us for sleeping in school.. &lt;a href="mailto:#$^#$&amp;$%*&amp;amp;@$"&gt;#$^#$&amp;$%*&amp;amp;@$&lt;/a&gt;!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; u let us off from school at 4pm.. 2hrs later night studies start.. 3hrs later night studies end.. still wan to gif so muck hmwk.. 9pm go home leh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we taking bus leh.. bus leh.. not private vehical leh.. u know how slow it is or not.. by the time we get home latest also got 10pm lor.. thn.. go bath.. go eat.. 11pm liao.. wtf lor..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@!#$^$&amp;%*#%^@#$%^#!.. okok.. i'm done cursing and screaming..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw.. people rmb tml taking class photo.. rmb ur sch ties.. ciao&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6815810-112246116934862219?l=king-pin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815810/posts/default/112246116934862219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815810/posts/default/112246116934862219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://king-pin.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112246116934862219' title=''/><author><name>weejie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09424185237205506593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815810.post-112219189751853832</id><published>2005-07-24T15:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-24T15:59:53.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm sorry it had to come to this.. but dont let it get the best of us ok..&lt;br /&gt;hmmz.. vote weejie for mr joker of the year.. muahahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6815810-112219189751853832?l=king-pin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815810/posts/default/112219189751853832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815810/posts/default/112219189751853832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://king-pin.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112219189751853832' title=''/><author><name>weejie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09424185237205506593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815810.post-112202863686276001</id><published>2005-07-22T18:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-22T18:37:16.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ladies and gentlemen,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for your information, i have broken up with dolly, because i want her to concentrate on her studies and other personal reasons, which you do not need to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please do not go kajiao her or spiking her with your relationship or other things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;however you are most welcomed to be nice to her and be friends with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and, please dont try to get us together, because it will just make things worst.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you have anyother questions about this, feel free to email me with your questions to &lt;a href="mailto:psycho.prankster@gmail.com"&gt;psycho.prankster@gmail.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if the question is not stupid or nonsensical, i will reply your email. however, if that email is full of nonsense, be prepared to recieve a msg full of nonsense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks for your attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weejie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6815810-112202863686276001?l=king-pin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815810/posts/default/112202863686276001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815810/posts/default/112202863686276001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://king-pin.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112202863686276001' title=''/><author><name>weejie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09424185237205506593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815810.post-112143338416716465</id><published>2005-07-15T20:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-15T21:16:24.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the long awaited speech day pics.. some of the pic are missing because of the wierd programme.. anyway.. here it is.. enjoy&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3291/388/1600/DSC005162.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3291/388/320/DSC005162.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3291/388/1600/DSC005172.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3291/388/320/DSC005172.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3291/388/1600/DSC005181.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3291/388/320/DSC005181.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3291/388/1600/DSC005191.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3291/388/320/DSC005191.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3291/388/1600/DSC005201.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3291/388/320/DSC005201.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3291/388/1600/DSC00521.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3291/388/320/DSC00521.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3291/388/1600/DSC00529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3291/388/320/DSC00529.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3291/388/1600/DSC00530.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3291/388/320/DSC00530.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3291/388/1600/DSC00531.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3291/388/320/DSC00531.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a 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href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3291/388/1600/DSC00586.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3291/388/320/DSC00586.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3291/388/1600/DSC005881.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3291/388/320/DSC005881.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3291/388/1600/DSC00587.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3291/388/320/DSC00587.jpg" 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/6815810-112143338416716465?l=king-pin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815810/posts/default/112143338416716465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815810/posts/default/112143338416716465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://king-pin.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112143338416716465' title=''/><author><name>weejie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09424185237205506593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815810.post-112097993272958532</id><published>2005-07-10T14:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-10T15:18:52.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wazzup.. peeps... haiz.. like no one visit my blog like that leh.. haha.. whatever lah.. i'm gonna create a private blog.. good luck searching for it.. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all right, down to business(i seriously need to learn how to spell this word)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what shall i talk about today??&lt;br /&gt;i think i shall talk about children nowadays.. it this a good topic to talk about??? i think so. actually, i dont really care what you think. and i'm still going to write about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;children nowadays.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i personally feel that children nowadays are nothing like us. i mean, how many of us got to eat Mac and kfc every time we feel like it, its only when we are out with our parents and when they are in good mood than we are allowed to eat such 'delicalies'. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and how often do you see kids say thank you to the cleaner who clears their tables when they eat at 'kopitiam'. i have never seen or heard them say a word of thanks to those cleaners who makes our day better by cleaning our tables up. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;tell me, how many over weight kids do you see when u board a train or bus?? 5/10/15?? i didnt really count, but, its alot. i'm not sure if it's the parents fault or the kids fault. is it the parents who pamper their child so much that their child is too lazy to excerise or is it the kids fault for not taking the initiative to drag their big butt out of the house and play some outdoor games like, catching and hide and seek.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i also kind of blame the media for the causing the nation's future to be like that. the kind of tv programme that the kids watch nowadays are, NOT education nor helpful to the child's mental development, at all. cartoons are showing everything but reaility. is there harry porter in this world?? i dont think so. ever watching the cartoon "martin mystery"? can someone please tell me wad is the educational value of that show. i mean, that show does not make sense, it does not show the child about the reaility of life.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;back to what i was saying about pampering children, i find that parents are not doing there job well. STOP SPOILING YOUR CHILD for crying out loud. they dont raise kids the way they used to. PARENTS, think of the fun times you had playing with sand, climbing monkey bars, inverting yourself on the money bar and singing songs out loudly, remember the kid who played catching with you, you tried all year to catch him, but he was too fast?? please, parents, please let your child go out and play, go out to the playground enjoy the sun, the dirt and the sweat. this can be a bonding time between you and your child before they leave you for their own family in the near future. do you want your child to grow up being a citizen who has no friends outside his/her workplace? or do you want a child who grows up with very good interpersonal skills, capable to talking to anyone he/she meets? you cannot keep them locked up in your house forever. they will end up depending on you for a lifetime, accomplishing nothing in life.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i think i should stop here before i hurt anymore people. i hope that this post goes out to the intended group of people. again, i shall say it once more, please stop pampering your children, it does no good but harm. its not healthy physically and mentally. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;signing out.&lt;br /&gt;bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6815810-112097993272958532?l=king-pin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815810/posts/default/112097993272958532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815810/posts/default/112097993272958532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://king-pin.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112097993272958532' title=''/><author><name>weejie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09424185237205506593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815810.post-112023364256530239</id><published>2005-07-01T23:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-02T00:14:48.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Three Names You Go By:&lt;br /&gt;1) weewee&lt;br /&gt;2) oei&lt;br /&gt;3) eh.. weejie ah!!&lt;br /&gt;Three screen names i've had:&lt;br /&gt;1) weeman&lt;br /&gt;2) prankster&lt;br /&gt;3) kingpin&lt;br /&gt;Three physical things you like about yourself:&lt;br /&gt;1) me&lt;br /&gt;2) myself&lt;br /&gt;3) me and myself lor&lt;br /&gt;Three physical things you don't like about yourself:&lt;br /&gt;1) maybe nothing&lt;br /&gt;2) should be nothing&lt;br /&gt;3) i still think there's nothing&lt;br /&gt;Three things that scares me most:&lt;br /&gt;1) nothing&lt;br /&gt;2) i think there's nothing&lt;br /&gt;3) confirm got nothing.. die die also got nothing&lt;br /&gt;Three things you are wearing right now:&lt;br /&gt;1) my underwear.. i go check wad colour... ok.. im done.. my colour is.. i dun tell u leh&lt;br /&gt;2) my shirt.. its a pri 5 camp t-shirt.. hehe.. i so small size.. muaahaahahha&lt;br /&gt;3) my pants.. no comments =D&lt;br /&gt;Three of your favourite bands or music artistes:&lt;br /&gt;1) the weemans'&lt;br /&gt;2)pranksterssss&lt;br /&gt;3) weeman and pranksters united&lt;br /&gt;Three of your favourite songs:&lt;br /&gt;1) curse the school&lt;br /&gt;2) you happy, i happy&lt;br /&gt;3) shut up, you asshole!!!&lt;br /&gt;Three things you want in a relationship:&lt;br /&gt;1) those who know me, should know that i dont talk abt such things.. hehe&lt;br /&gt;2) " "&lt;br /&gt;3) " "&lt;br /&gt;Two truths and a lie in no particular order:&lt;br /&gt;1) i am handsome&lt;br /&gt;2) i am not handsome&lt;br /&gt;3) i am still handsome.. hehe&lt;br /&gt;Three physical things about the opposite sex that appeal to you:&lt;br /&gt;deep eyes&lt;br /&gt;1) sex appeal.. heheheheh&lt;br /&gt;2) communications&lt;br /&gt;3) personalitity lor&lt;br /&gt;Three of your favourite hobbies:&lt;br /&gt;1) kajiao people&lt;br /&gt;2) make people's life miserable&lt;br /&gt;3) making a living nightmare out of other people's life&lt;br /&gt;Three things you really badly want to do right now:&lt;br /&gt;1) study&lt;br /&gt;2) sleep&lt;br /&gt;3) nothing&lt;br /&gt;Three careers you've considered/are considering:&lt;br /&gt;1) photographer&lt;br /&gt;2) lawyer&lt;br /&gt;3) air force pilot&lt;br /&gt;Three places you want to go on vacation:&lt;br /&gt;1) new zealand&lt;br /&gt;2) austrialla&lt;br /&gt;3) singapore (of course i'm kidding lah!!!!)&lt;br /&gt;Three kid's names you like:&lt;br /&gt;1) jason&lt;br /&gt;2) alan&lt;br /&gt;3) weejie&lt;br /&gt;Three things you want to do before you die:&lt;br /&gt;1) lay a curse on the whole world&lt;br /&gt;2) assainate some assholes&lt;br /&gt;3) eh.. make a scene on tv with international broadcast =D&lt;br /&gt;Three ways you are stereotypically a boy:&lt;br /&gt;1) i am macho&lt;br /&gt;2) i am irritating&lt;br /&gt;3) i am sensitve... lyk no link leh.. hehe&lt;br /&gt;Three ways you are stereotypically a chick:&lt;br /&gt;1) i once wore 'boobs' and paraded for the whole sec 3 to see&lt;br /&gt;2) i can be 'niang' bt i hate doing tt&lt;br /&gt;3) i can be vvvvvvvvvv irritating... hehehehehe&lt;br /&gt;Three people I would like see take this quiz now:&lt;br /&gt;1) george bush&lt;br /&gt;2) osama bin ladin&lt;br /&gt;3) sadam hussien&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tis is for the siao za boh who asked me to do on 17 june 4:18pm.. hehe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6815810-112023364256530239?l=king-pin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815810/posts/default/112023364256530239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815810/posts/default/112023364256530239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://king-pin.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112023364256530239' title=''/><author><name>weejie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09424185237205506593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815810.post-112023290594105274</id><published>2005-07-01T23:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-01T23:48:25.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wooohoooooo... new blog layout!!! muahahahaha... hehe... er.. so.. few days ago, i &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;THINK&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;that&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;mrs sng or mr yew said something about needing to write more so that we can improve our english.. so.. i'm going to write more.. i am going to write at least 3 articles a week, but i need your help.. i need help thinking of topics to write about.. so.. if there is any topic you are interested in me writing about, please feel free to tag me and write something like, "eh.. cn u write something about the singapore opening a casino." i would get down to writing the article and publish it here.. on my blog.. ok.. so.. tts it for now.. i'm gonna do something which jin en has requested me to do since june 16 or 17.. i didnt realised abt tt until today =D.. peace out peeps&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6815810-112023290594105274?l=king-pin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815810/posts/default/112023290594105274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815810/posts/default/112023290594105274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://king-pin.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112023290594105274' title=''/><author><name>weejie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09424185237205506593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815810.post-111106008710811635</id><published>2005-03-17T19:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-17T19:48:07.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>finally... back from filming... hmmz... wad abt thee filming.. hmmz.. well.. me, white boy and black ass were the actors, cheographers, directors, make-up artist and creative directors.. hehe.. nth much la... hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haiz.. ytd hor.. i went 2 far east to get the fake blood for mr yew.. thn ar.. i was very tired mah.. so i slpt in the mrt la... tn hor.. when i woke up ar.. i saw an old lady.. and i really mean old lady.. she was standing on the moving train and those sitting were all young and fit people leh... haiz.. thn i stood up and offered my seat la.. yeah.. tts rite.. me.. weejie.. usm.. the godfather.. offered a seat to an old lady... u didnt hear wrong.. u didnt read wrong.. i DID offer my seat to the old lady.. bt la... she said tt she was alighting at the nxt stop... haiz.. i feel abit malu leh... bt thn she said thanks alot la.. so.. i guess it ok lor.. a gd deed tis year.. hehe.. hmmz.. wad is wrong wif the socity now... all they care about is themself and no one else unless it concerns them.. haiz.. this sux man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and... i juz realised 1 thing.. i haf a problem wif old people smoking... esp.. the type tt is old and dying and still has tt stench of cigg smell on their body... hmmz.. and usually, i dont offer my seat to them... coz.. personally, i feel that.. if they are capable to lighting a cigg up and smoking it.. thn they suffer and die early.. coz they are polluting the minds of the young ones and of coz, the environment..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i haf said my piece of mind.. so... chao, peeps.. god bless&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6815810-111106008710811635?l=king-pin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815810/posts/default/111106008710811635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815810/posts/default/111106008710811635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://king-pin.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111106008710811635' title=''/><author><name>weejie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09424185237205506593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815810.post-110976950186072906</id><published>2005-03-02T21:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-02T21:18:21.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yo... wat up godfather... i'm back... finally rite?? bt he.. i'm a buzy man... so wad the hell man... haiz... 2dae is wednesday... we had ncc training today... after our speech day reharsal, mr ong talked to all the contigent I/C... told me tt 3 guys were talking in the front row of the platoon... so after the meeting... i went to the range and talked to the three... haiz... i cn see tt they are starting to hate me... sometimes, i really feel lyk quiting my job... they are trying to mix friendship wif responsibility... and its nt very pleasing for me... its getting into me... trying to sufforcate me and kill me... slowly and painfully... haiz... cant wait till i step dwn... cn finally get away from all this responsibility.... when cn i ever be lyk b4... be free and ez... dun haf to take care of sooooo many people, and care abt wad type of image i am presenting to others....&lt;br /&gt;for those of u who r wondering... our school... has gotten into the finals of the geochallenge... yeah... and, i haf been choosen to represent he entire west district to recite the ncc pledge during the affirmation ceremony,... i'll get to wear the ceremonial no. 1 uniform again... yeahhh... well tts the end for today's ''talk''&lt;br /&gt;gtg... bye... peace&lt;br /&gt;chao&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6815810-110976950186072906?l=king-pin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815810/posts/default/110976950186072906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815810/posts/default/110976950186072906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://king-pin.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#110976950186072906' title=''/><author><name>weejie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09424185237205506593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815810.post-110777329310818041</id><published>2005-02-07T18:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-07T18:48:13.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>muhahahahahaha.... today HQ NCC called me at 5.04pm to tell me that i haf been selected to a ncc supernumerary... muhahahaha.... i am the first in jurongville to be an ncc supernumerary.... muhahahahahaahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6815810-110777329310818041?l=king-pin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815810/posts/default/110777329310818041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815810/posts/default/110777329310818041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://king-pin.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110777329310818041' title=''/><author><name>weejie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09424185237205506593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815810.post-110752046198166613</id><published>2005-02-04T19:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-04T20:34:21.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>2dae is the day i am supppose to get my supernumerary result... hehe... for the benefit of the doubt.... supernumerary is 1 of the highest achivements in ncc... and our sch, jurongville, has never had a supernumerary before... at all... and i might juz be the first... provided they send me my result.... i haf been waiting for a week already... and i am still waiting... haiz... so slow sia... hehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2dae when we were line-ing up at the parade square for the flag rising... first this mrs heng... for the benefit of the doubt... mrs heng is the sec 4 level head hor... went to jasmine lee to tell her tt the class was not sitting in a straight line... thn she told jas to stand up and look at the class and thn tell them to sit properly... thn ar... stupid sia... since i was toking to azahar... she decided to put the blame on me that all the sec 4 students are not sitting properly and in staright line... her reason... becoz i was toking to azahar... i was not sitting properly, so the person sitting behind me will oso not sit properly... causingthe whole of the sec 4 and 5 to be sitting out of line... thn ar... to me la... obviously, not my fault rite... can be the person sitting behind me fault mah... so i argue wif her lor... thn ar... the stupid thing is tt ar... instead of helping me... all the sec 4 express people were laughing at me and mrs heng's argument leh... for some reason they find it amusing... haiz... wad has the world gone to this days men... hehe... thn i go tell mr yew... thn she go tell mrs alfred tt it was my fault tt her class was not sitting properly... thn mr yew and mrs alfred use the weird weird eyes to glare at me... hehe... haiz... thn finally, she walked away... hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thn 2dae i oso had the CIP.. for the benefir of the doubt... CIP=community involvement programme.. and... oh, yah... before i went for my CIP at the blue cross home... and... for the benefit of the doubt... it is a home for people who are slower mentally... i was in school... doing wad i do best... making a nusiunes of myself... as usual... thn for some reason la... i manage to hit nigel in his brother-hood and kicked sebestian in his brother-hood too... hehe... thn ar... this 2 idoits double attack me... and raped me in class leh.. the worst thing is that... no one came to help... sob sob... they juz stood there and laugh... so bad rite... haiz... wad has the world gone to this day...haiz... [shake head]... hehe... okok... enuf of this rape incident...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thn 2.20pm came le... went to concourse to wait for mr yew... to go to the blue cross home... hmmz... nth much over here la.. juz tt we kept saying the place is so near yet it seemed so far[foreboding.. hehe]... thn while crossing the road... this jurong pri sch students were running across the road, so as a good citizen... i told them not to run... but walk quickly instead... thn this stupid pri sch people replied me,''shut up la... siao!!!'' haiz... again... wad has the world gone to this day... hehe... even pri sch students oso act like they very big... haiz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thn we reached the blue cross home... hehe.. when the front gate was opening... it was like going to jail sia.. hehe... the gate was like... tat tat tat tat... slowly opening...hehe... thn the girls were like... ahhh ahhh ahh... hehe... so scared... the amazing thing is that... pasti was afraid too... hehe... thn we had this briefing wif this mr gan... the progamme officer for the blue cross home... his briefing ar... lyk missing alot of info lyk tt leh... hhe.. i nid to ask qn in order to understand sia.. heheh... thn will he was doing his briefing, his residents starting cumming in from their tea break... thn while he was toking ... they came to us and shake our hand and ka jiao the briefing sia.. hehe... thn the briefing overle... we went around ''playing'' wif the residents.... er.. thn gt tis sia zai bo... she will grab u and thn tok 2 u leh... thn ar... she grabbed me a few times during the 2hr at the home... during which... she molested me once and kissed me on the cheek twice... all 3 different occasion... haiz... thn ar... gt another sia zai bo... hehe... so bad sia... she came to ''dance'' wif me la... thn ar during the dance... she tried to put her hand into my pocket leh... EEEeeeeee..... and she did the same to pasti and yik qi.. hehe... she tried to put her hand into ther breast pocket... haha... the clever thing is tt... we all stopped her b4 she did anything obscene... hehe... thn during the ''dance sessin'' we had 1 guy who took off all his clothes and grabbed his penis and juz pee-ed in the hall... thn ar... we had 2 ladies who shitted in their pants... EEEeeee.... haiz.... thn ar... during the ''games session'' i saw an indian guy fondling wif his penis leh... we were sitting down... playing the blocks... thn i saw tt indian,put his hands into his penis and fondled wif it for a while... haiz.. so er xin... btw, she lady who tried to put her hands in my pocket... she was playing wif her shirt la... thn ar... she accidentally showed her breasts leh... EEEeeee... haiz... thn finally the 2hrs at there was over... yeah!!!! had a de-brief wif the mr gan... thn went back to sch... on the way back... mr yew treated us wif drinks... hehe... so good... thn after tt... i chiong back home to check my result... and until nw... i have been waiting for it... haiz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;faster send me my result leh... i kan jiong liao la&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6815810-110752046198166613?l=king-pin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815810/posts/default/110752046198166613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815810/posts/default/110752046198166613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://king-pin.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110752046198166613' title=''/><author><name>weejie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09424185237205506593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815810.post-110665241730087017</id><published>2005-01-25T19:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-25T19:26:57.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey!! waz zup god-father... i haf some issues to talk abt 2dae... hehe... nt some thing i do often rite... bt... ehy... i am only human... hehe&lt;br /&gt;yup.. abt these issues i haf..&lt;br /&gt;this few months... i have seen tis old man near my hse... he is abt 70 to 80 year old... hmmz... its nt his age tt is bothering me... hehe... it is the fact that he is homeless and he is wearing tatter and torn clothes... and als the fact tt he is drinking water tt is from the drain and from puddles of water by the road side after a rain... and also tt... after i saw him.. i started to think... wad if 1 dae i becum lyk him... a homeless old man... dinking water from the drain and eating from the garbage bin... wad if i was him... haiz... if i were 2 becum lyk him... i dun think i would even haf the will to life anymore.... haiz... hw... hw... hw... hehe... i am nt done yet... still haf... so relax.... hehe..&lt;br /&gt;another thing tt is bothering me is the fact tt, nobody is listening to me... watever i say, nobody listens... sob sob... nt even the teachers lor... tis geography lesson... the stupid mr lee... i ask him qn he dun wan 2 hiew me lor.. i really wanted 2 noe the answer lor... stupid sia... nt only in geo lesson... even in english lesson lor.... the mrs sng... farker leh... i ask her qn and ans her qn... she oso dun wan 2 hiew me lor... stupid farker.... even maths lesson oso... ask mrs chan qn... she oso dun wan 2 hiew me.... fark lor... thn 2dae onwards.... all the lesson will be boring le...  teacher ask qn... i wont reply.... watever they say... the claz will be farking quiet.... FARK YOU!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;hmmmz.... i am more or less thn for 2dae... hehe....&lt;br /&gt;hey.. got to go..... peace out man... bye god-father&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6815810-110665241730087017?l=king-pin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815810/posts/default/110665241730087017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815810/posts/default/110665241730087017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://king-pin.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110665241730087017' title=''/><author><name>weejie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09424185237205506593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815810.post-110578066813592843</id><published>2005-01-15T17:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-15T17:17:48.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>" Friends. A simple word isn't it? It's uttered everyday to almost every person imaginable. Who are your friends? I used to think that friends were the people that you could laugh and talk to. Now I know that friends aren't that, they're the people that touch your heart. You could spend hours with them doing nothing at all and it can be the best time of your life, just because it was with them. They're the people you can share your secrets with, cry with, laugh with, and just have fun with. They don't judge you or make you change. They accept you exactly as you are. They look at you and they see a great person, one they love spending time with. You all share something in common and are tied together by memories, tears, laughs and smiles. You're tied together by love for the other. Friendship is the strangest but greatest thing in the world. I find my time with my friends, the best times of my life. My friends are my heart, my soul, my fun, my laughter, tears, love and my life."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6815810-110578066813592843?l=king-pin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815810/posts/default/110578066813592843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815810/posts/default/110578066813592843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://king-pin.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110578066813592843' title=''/><author><name>weejie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09424185237205506593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815810.post-110508426779462591</id><published>2005-01-07T15:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-07T15:51:07.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;QUOTE OF THE DAY:-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;an eye for an eye will indeed leave us all blind&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;by &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;gandi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6815810-110508426779462591?l=king-pin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815810/posts/default/110508426779462591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815810/posts/default/110508426779462591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://king-pin.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110508426779462591' title=''/><author><name>weejie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09424185237205506593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815810.post-110466564906341425</id><published>2005-01-02T19:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-02T19:34:09.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>quote of the dae:&lt;br /&gt;i rather have 15minutes of pleasure than a life time of misery&lt;br /&gt;think about it =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6815810-110466564906341425?l=king-pin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815810/posts/default/110466564906341425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815810/posts/default/110466564906341425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://king-pin.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110466564906341425' title=''/><author><name>weejie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09424185237205506593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815810.post-110466374188239082</id><published>2005-01-02T19:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-02T19:02:21.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>woooohoooooo!!!!!! CHECK OUT MUA NEW BLOG!!!! AINT IT A BEAUTY!!! HAHAHAAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;peace out, bros&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6815810-110466374188239082?l=king-pin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815810/posts/default/110466374188239082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815810/posts/default/110466374188239082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://king-pin.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110466374188239082' title=''/><author><name>weejie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09424185237205506593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815810.post-108816347443834288</id><published>2004-06-25T19:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-25T19:38:46.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>People are unreasonable, illogical &lt;br /&gt;and self centered.&lt;br /&gt;Love them anyway.&lt;br /&gt;If you do good, people will accuse &lt;br /&gt;you selfish, ulterior motive.&lt;br /&gt;Do good anyway.&lt;br /&gt;If you are successful, you will win &lt;br /&gt;false friends and true enemies.&lt;br /&gt;Succeed anyway.&lt;br /&gt;The kindness you show today will be &lt;br /&gt;forgotten tommorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Be kind anyway&lt;br /&gt;The biggest person with the biggest idea can be &lt;br /&gt;shot down by the smallest person with the smallest mind.&lt;br /&gt;Think big anyway.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6815810-108816347443834288?l=king-pin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815810/posts/default/108816347443834288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815810/posts/default/108816347443834288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://king-pin.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108816347443834288' title=''/><author><name>weejie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09424185237205506593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815810.post-108816042263512721</id><published>2004-06-25T18:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-25T18:47:32.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;i pulled this of some website&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;wordz of the day&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flakie; (flay..key)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Glasgow expression meaning to become demonstrably angry. As in "(the bampot's aboot tae) pull a flakie". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weejie; (wee...jee) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Derogatory term applied by Edinburgh people to the natives of Glasgow &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bampots; (bam...poats) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People of less than average sanity, generally inclined towards violence &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rammy; (rah...may) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A noisy fight or brawl involving two or more groups of people, most commonly bampots. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forfochen; (for..foCH...en) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worn out, exhausted. "Completely forfochen!" Like, after a rammy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peep; (peep)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lowest level at which a gas flame can be set without going out. The essence of Scottish cooking, especially the famous broths, which must always be cooked over several hours, if not days, on the peep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boak, or boke; (bow..k) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vomit &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dry boak, or boke; (dry..bow..k) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Retching without vomital issue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pump; (pump) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To break wind, uninhibitedly As in, The wee bastard pumped a shitey ming enough tae make us dry-boak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sweetiewife; (sweety-wife) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A gossip, either female or male. A term derived from street-vendors of confectionery, the sandwich bars of their day, who were renowned for their open eyes and loose tongues, and whose information could literally be bought for sweeties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6815810-108816042263512721?l=king-pin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815810/posts/default/108816042263512721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815810/posts/default/108816042263512721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://king-pin.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108816042263512721' title=''/><author><name>weejie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09424185237205506593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815810.post-108791441434261083</id><published>2004-06-22T22:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-22T22:26:54.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>IMPORTANT INFORMATION:&lt;br /&gt;Please read before entering the site&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking Cock: A local Singaporean term meaning either to talk nonsense or to engage in idle banter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TALKINGCOCK.com aims to provide you with news and features that are always tongue-in-cheek, sometimes foot-in-mouth, and most of the time, finger-in-nose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We wish to emphasize that the following important elements:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; journalistic integrity, &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; currency and reliability of information, &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; serious analysis and treatment of issues, &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; cutting-edge web-design, and &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; sound e-commerce strategies &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;are things to be found in other publications and websites. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOME THINGS TO NOTE: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. WE MAKE STUFF UP.  We do not engage in rumour, we indulge in humour and fiction.  Do not believe what we write! If you do, you're even more cock than us! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. WE ARE NOT A POLITICAL SITE. For all the kaypohs and muckrakers out there, we have completely no political agenda whatsoever. Our main aim is to celebrate all the nonsensical parts of Singaporean life.  We make fun of people in every sector, strata and profession in a completely democratic way.  (If you feel that you or people you know have not been made fun of, please let us know so that we can address the oversight.)  Anyway, the good people in Parliament have already deemed us to be a non-political site. So there!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. WE USE SOME STRONG LANGUAGE. We have employed in certain parts of this site language which might be upsetting to some and which some consider unsuitable for children. (Even though most kids would not only be manifestly familiar with the language used here, they're probably more comfortable with and adept at using the terms than you.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. IF YOU DON'T BELIEVE IN FREE EXPRESSION OR OPINION, GO SOMEWHERE ELSE. There are some among us who do not comprehend the value of satire or freedom of expression or even that other people are entitled to different opinions. There may even be some who do not even understand what satire is, and interpret everything at face value, and are the type given to filing or supporting defamation suits merely to avoid or quell criticism. If any of these descriptions fit you, please go and surf another site. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are therefore easily offended or outraged by strong language or biting, pointed and premeditated attacks on people and erstwhile values and mores, please SIAM now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6815810-108791441434261083?l=king-pin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815810/posts/default/108791441434261083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815810/posts/default/108791441434261083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://king-pin.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108791441434261083' title=''/><author><name>weejie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09424185237205506593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815810.post-108774330395822432</id><published>2004-06-20T22:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-20T22:55:03.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;hope that you will read this&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;it will help you one day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Historically, the popular understanding of torture has helped to maintain a gender-biased image of the torture victim: it is the male who pervades the political and public sphere and thus it is the male who is likely to be targeted by state violence and repression. Such an image, however, neglects women’s experiences as victims and survivors of torture. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until recently, women’s human rights organizations often did not pursue women’s issues within the framework of the mainstream human rights treaties but instead concentrated on CEDAW. While this tendency is logical––CEDAW is an important and effective instrument for ensuring specifically women’s rights––it is equally important to draw on the strengths of other human rights tools. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By concentrating on other human rights mechanisms, the World Organisation Against Torture (OMCT), a network of worldwide human rights NGOs, hopes to take women’s issues off the periphery and into the mainstream, where they may receive more attention. OMCT is committed to addressing violence against women in our struggle against torture, summary executions, forced disappearances, and other forms of ill-treatment. Our work did not specifically address gender issues until shortly after the 1993 Vienna World Conference on Human Rights and the 1995 Fourth World Conference on Women in Beijing, both of which highlighted the importance of recognizing women’s rights within the ambit of human rights. Inspired by these events, we formed a program on violence against women to work toward integrating a gender perspective––“mainstreaming”––into the work of the United Nations human rights treaty-monitoring bodies. A special focus of our work is the Convention against Torture and its monitoring committee. Our work also involves mainstreaming the gender perspective into the work of the various UN Special Rapporteurs, particularly the UN Special Rapporteur on Torture. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a powerful, well-respected treaty-monitoring body, the Committee against Torture is an important mechanism for pressuring states to exercise due diligence in preventing, investigating, prosecuting, and punishing violence against women. There is no international legally binding instrument specifically concerning violence against women; thus, the Convention against Torture has the possibility of filling one aspect of this gap. Furthermore, the jus cogens status of the prohibition of torture—which means that all states are bound by this prohibition regardless of circumstances or the treaties they have ratified—helps to give additional merit to the concept that violence against women is a fundamental violation of human rights prohibited under international law. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite this potential usefulness, the Committee against Torture has adopted a “traditional” reading of torture, which is defined in Article 1 of the convention as an act of severe pain and suffering intentionally inflicted by or with the consent or acquiescence of a public official for the purpose of obtaining information, a confession, or for any other reason based on discrimination. As a result of its narrow reading of torture, the committee has made less progress on integrating a gender perspective into its work when compared with other human rights treaty-monitoring bodies. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The major obstacle to bringing violence against women within the consideration of the committee is the traditional public/private divide. Much violence against women takes place in the private sphere—domestic violence, rape, trafficking, violence in the name of honor, and female genital mutilation, for example. In the past, a strict judicial interpretation made states responsible only for actions committed by state agents, and not those by private individuals. Today, however, a developing corpus of international law has led to the recognition of state responsibility to address the acts of private individuals. In particular, the Velásquez Rodriguez Case of the Inter-American Court of Human Rights articulated the standard of due diligence to prevent and respond to violence committed by nonstate actors (in that case, death squads). Increasingly, women’s rights activists have built on the Velásquez decision to draw parallels between private violence and torture, and specifically to bring certain grave forms of violence against women within the definition of torture where the state has failed to exercise due diligence regarding such acts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example, recent work by women’s rights activists has demonstrated how domestic violence in many cases conforms to the definition of torture in the convention. Domestic violence commonly involves severe pain or suffering, and is purposeful and intentional behavior intended to bring about a desired effect, such as punishment and/or control of a woman’s sexuality. The state’s unwillingness to take all possible measures to prevent domestic violence and to protect women from such violence suggests official consent or acquiescence to torture under Article 1 of the convention. In obtaining asylum status for women fleeing privately inflicted violence such as female genital mutilation, women’s rights activists have also successfully used at the national level Article 3 of the convention, which prohibits the extradition of a person to a country where he or she will likely be subjected to torture. Thus, while not all violence against women can be qualified as torture within the meaning of the convention, the mere fact that the perpetrator is a private individual should not automatically lead to the exclusion of such violence from the scope of Article 1. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is also problematic that the Committee against Torture seems to receive little information on violence against women. Being based in Geneva, OMCT is present at most committee sessions—and we have not observed many other organizations submitting specific information on violence against women. Lack of resources as well as the committee’s general tendency not to address gender-specific violence may prevent or discourage some organizations from doing so. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In attempting to fill this void we have adopted the gender mainstreaming approach. Our core activities include circulating urgent appeals, lobbying at major human rights conferences, and, in collaboration with local NGOs, submitting reports to UN human rights treaty-monitoring bodies. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our urgent appeals are based on information provided by the members of OMCT’s SOS-Torture network, comprised of human rights NGOs from around the world. We send these appeals to bodies that have considerable influence in the field of protection and promotion of human rights, including Special Rapporteurs of the United Nations and of regional mechanisms. Our lobbying efforts involve intervening before the UN Commission on Human Rights and the UN Sub-Commission on the Promotion and Protection of Human Rights, as well as major human rights conferences. With respect to OMCT’s work with the treaty-monitoring bodies, we submit alternative reports with specific emphasis on the Committee against Torture. These reports contain alternative information for each committee to consider when examining a country’s official report on its implementation of the relevant treaty, and are written in consultation with members of the SOS-Torture network or other reliable national women’s human rights organisations. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMCT has played a part in the significant evolution of how the gender-neutral human rights mechanisms tackle violence against women. While for years the Committee against Torture did not take gender-specific violence into consideration, in 2001 it expressed concern with respect to four countries in its Concluding Observations about violence against women committed by private individuals, specifically trafficking in women and domestic violence. OMCT had submitted alternative reports on violence against women concerning three of the four countries where these concerns were raised. Nevertheless, these positive steps are far from the regular practice of the committee and much remains to be done. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our work has also had a positive effect on the other traditional human rights NGOs with whom we work. Typically, NGOs in the SOS-Torture network had rarely addressed the issue of gender-specific violence. Since OMCT has started to issue urgent appeals on violence against women and to remind the SOS-Torture network of this activity, there has been a perceptible increase in the gender sensitivity of the information produced by the network. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMCT hopes to contribute to the eradication of violence against women, including torture, by promoting the optimal use of all conventional and nonconventional regional and international mechanisms for the prevention of torture. Mainstreaming gender across all UN structures is central to this goal. In our collaboration with local organizations, we highlight the gender mainstreaming approach in order to broaden the ranks of actors dedicated to this campaign. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6815810-108774330395822432?l=king-pin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815810/posts/default/108774330395822432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815810/posts/default/108774330395822432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://king-pin.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108774330395822432' title=''/><author><name>weejie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09424185237205506593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815810.post-108755706012243580</id><published>2004-06-18T19:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-18T19:11:00.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;What is Death?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The term ‘death’ is ambiguous. Undergoing a disease that undermines the ability to live is one thing, the ending of life is a second, and the condition of having life over is a third. The first of these is a process, the second an event, while the third is a state or condition. ‘Death’ can refer to any or all of the three, and it is particularly easy to run the last two together. To avoid confusion, it helps to use the term death (or dying) for the event of life's ending, the term being dead for the state in which life has ended, and neither for the process of physiological decline that (unless halted) undermines life and leads to death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Death’ is also unclear in at least two ways. First, the concept of life is not entirely clear, and to the extent that we are puzzled about what life entails, we will be puzzled about what is entailed by the ending of life, that is, death (Feldman 1992). Second, it seems somewhat indeterminate whether a temporary absence of life suffices for death, or whether death entails a permanent loss of life. For practical purposes, whenever a creature loses life, or becomes nonexistent, the condition is permanent; so ‘death’, as commonly used, need not be sensitive to the distinction between temporary nonexistence and permanent nonexistence. But in thought experiments we can imagine the temporary loss of life and existence. Suppose, for example, that I were frozen and later revived, as is sometimes done to simple organisms: it is tempting to say that I cease to be alive, and cease to exist, while frozen in a state of suspended animation. Or imagine a futuristic device that reduces me to disconnected atoms which it stores and later reassembles just as they were before. Many of us will say that I would survive—my life would continue—after the reassembly, but it is quite clear that I would not exist during intervals when my atoms are stacked in storage. In these cases, our linguistic intuitions give no definitive verdict concerning the applicability of ‘death’. On the one hand, it seems appropriate to say that I die when my body is completely frozen or my atoms are disconnected, since the term ‘death’ seems applicable when a creature's life ceases. On the other hand it seems correct to deny that I die, since the cessation of my existence is only temporary given that my life is eventually restored, and ‘death’ seems applicable only when a creature is made permanently nonexistent. Nonetheless, once we allow our competing intuitions to work themselves out, we are likely to conclude that permanent nonexistence more fully captures what we mean by ‘death’; hence in what follows we may as well assume that death entails permanent nonexistence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to some religious traditions, people need not permanently cease to exist when their bodies break down. There are perhaps two main competing ideas about how an afterlife is possible. First, our physical demise could be merely temporary, since God might resurrect our bodies (restoring our mental life in doing so). Second, we might avoid even temporary nonexistence, assuming we are immaterial (nonphysical) souls who survive the demise of the body. Proponents of the first idea of the afterlife sometimes apply ‘death’ to the breakdown of bodies, and proponents of the second sometimes apply it to the soul's departure from the body, but both groups presumably will also acknowledge that ‘death’ would apply to our permanent nonexistence (even though they would deny that such death is inevitable).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6815810-108755706012243580?l=king-pin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815810/posts/default/108755706012243580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815810/posts/default/108755706012243580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://king-pin.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108755706012243580' title=''/><author><name>weejie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09424185237205506593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815810.post-108728997982378135</id><published>2004-06-15T16:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-15T16:59:39.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>haiz... now is 4.53pm, i have not slept for 32 hrs le... hahaha... now at home starting to feel tired le, starting to have heavy eye lids and slow breathing. so i think i go to go to sleep very soon. so bye bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6815810-108728997982378135?l=king-pin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815810/posts/default/108728997982378135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815810/posts/default/108728997982378135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://king-pin.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108728997982378135' title=''/><author><name>weejie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09424185237205506593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815810.post-108717811071288152</id><published>2004-06-14T09:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-14T09:55:10.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;~Think about it...~ &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if.....&lt;br /&gt;GOD took away Sunday...&lt;br /&gt;because we failed to&lt;br /&gt;recognize it as His day?&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;What if.....&lt;br /&gt;GOD took away the Bible...&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow because we &lt;br /&gt;would not read today? &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;What if.....&lt;br /&gt;GOD took away His message...&lt;br /&gt;because we failed to listen&lt;br /&gt;to the messenger? &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;What if.....&lt;br /&gt;GOD didn't send His only &lt;br /&gt;begotten Son...because&lt;br /&gt;He wanted us to be prepared&lt;br /&gt;to pay the price for sin?&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;What if.....&lt;br /&gt;the door of the church&lt;br /&gt;was closed... because&lt;br /&gt;we did not open the&lt;br /&gt;door of our heart? &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;What if.....&lt;br /&gt;GOD stopped loving and&lt;br /&gt;caring for us...because&lt;br /&gt;we failed to love and&lt;br /&gt;care for others?&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;What if.....&lt;br /&gt;GOD would not hear us&lt;br /&gt;today.....because we&lt;br /&gt;would not listen to Him?&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;What if.....&lt;br /&gt;GOD answered our prayers...&lt;br /&gt;the way we answer His call&lt;br /&gt;to service?&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;What if.....&lt;br /&gt;GOD met our needs....the&lt;br /&gt;way we give Him our lives???&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;What if.....&lt;br /&gt;GOD showed us the light.....&lt;br /&gt;the way we shine a light&lt;br /&gt;for others???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6815810-108717811071288152?l=king-pin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815810/posts/default/108717811071288152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815810/posts/default/108717811071288152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://king-pin.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108717811071288152' title=''/><author><name>weejie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09424185237205506593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815810.post-108695854057266765</id><published>2004-06-11T20:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-11T21:20:46.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;"F.U.R.B. (F U Right Back)"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh&lt;br /&gt;Oooh&lt;br /&gt;No no no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(You know there is two sides to every story)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See I don't know why you cryin' like a bitch&lt;br /&gt;Talkin' shit like a snitch &lt;br /&gt;Why you write a song 'bout me&lt;br /&gt;If you really didn't care&lt;br /&gt;You wouldn't wanna share&lt;br /&gt;Tellin' everybody just how you feel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck what I did was your fault somehow &lt;br /&gt;Fuck the presents, I threw all that shit out&lt;br /&gt;Fuck all the cryin' it didn't mean jack&lt;br /&gt;Well guess what yo, fuck you right back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck what I did was your fault somehow &lt;br /&gt;Fuck the presents, I threw all that shit out&lt;br /&gt;Fuck all the cryin' it didn't mean jack&lt;br /&gt;Well guess what yo, fuck you right back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You thought you could really make me moan&lt;br /&gt;I had better sex all alone (ha ha ha ha)&lt;br /&gt;I had to turn to your friend&lt;br /&gt;Now you want me to come back&lt;br /&gt;You must be smokin' crack&lt;br /&gt;Im goin' else where and thats a fact&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck all those nights I moaned real loud&lt;br /&gt;Fuck it, I faked it, aren't you proud&lt;br /&gt;Fuck all those nights you thought you broke my back&lt;br /&gt;Well guess what yo, your sex was wack&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck all those nights I moaned real loud&lt;br /&gt;Fuck it, I faked it, aren't you proud&lt;br /&gt;Fuck all those nights you thought you broke my back&lt;br /&gt;Well guess what yo, your sex was wack&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoa whoa&lt;br /&gt;Uh uh yea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoa whoa&lt;br /&gt;Uh uh yea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoa whoa&lt;br /&gt;Uh uh yea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoa whoa&lt;br /&gt;Uh uh yea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You questioned did I care &lt;br /&gt;Maybe I would have if you woulda gone down there&lt;br /&gt;Now it's over&lt;br /&gt;But I do admit i'm glad I didn't catch your crabs&lt;br /&gt;I can't sweat that cause I got to go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck what I did was your fault somehow &lt;br /&gt;Fuck the presents, I threw all that shit out&lt;br /&gt;Fuck all the cryin' it didn't mean jack&lt;br /&gt;Well guess what yo, fuck you right back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh oh &lt;br /&gt;uh uh yea&lt;br /&gt;oh oh &lt;br /&gt;uh uh yea&lt;br /&gt;oh oh &lt;br /&gt;uh uh yea&lt;br /&gt;oh oh&lt;br /&gt;uh uh yea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You made me do this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6815810-108695854057266765?l=king-pin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815810/posts/default/108695854057266765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815810/posts/default/108695854057266765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://king-pin.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108695854057266765' title=''/><author><name>weejie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09424185237205506593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815810.post-108695819725473263</id><published>2004-06-11T20:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-11T20:49:57.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i think i suffering from mood swing again. haiz... i have been thinking about death again for today... dont know why kept thinking about death? i wonder if i died today will anybody remember me tommorrow, if i died today will anybody miss me, will anybody reailsed that i am died.... haiz. starting to become a sadist already. of all thing i can thing about i thought about death.&lt;br /&gt;would it be nice to die right now, be away from all worried of life and be away from all the problems. wouldn't it be nice to be in paradise now and be enjoying your after lif, if there is such a thing. wouldn't i t be nice to feel what it is like to have your soul lifting up and moving away from your body and towards the sky and descend with the angels from heaven. ow i wish i was dead right now. it seems so approprieate to die right now and leave tis world behind. i will have no worries, no emotions and no feelings.&lt;br /&gt;something must be terribly wrong with me. at this time to think about death and to be seeking for paradise. ha... only one conculsion for me, i am sick. &lt;br /&gt;whatever man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THERE IS NO DEMOCRACY, THIS IS DICTATORSHIP. I AM THE LAW!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6815810-108695819725473263?l=king-pin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815810/posts/default/108695819725473263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815810/posts/default/108695819725473263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://king-pin.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108695819725473263' title=''/><author><name>weejie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09424185237205506593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815810.post-108683756247876211</id><published>2004-06-10T11:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-10T11:19:22.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today is 10th june 2004, time now is 10 59am. i am feeling kinda moody today for some reason. i dont noe the reason and i dont noe the cause. its like one of those day where you just dont feel ling doing anything but just stare at the sky, with no thoughts, with noe feeling, its like you are foreboding death, like death is coming near and trying to take away your life. i am feeling just like that now. i am just not in the mood to do anything, but to stare at the sky and not think. maybe i just woke up on the wrong side of the bed, who knows? &lt;br /&gt;well, life just sucks, one minute you are having the best time of your life and the next you are lying dead, not knowing what had happened, not knowing where you are. &lt;br /&gt;haiz... three years is a long time, three years people can change alot but they can also remain the same. alot of my primary school friends have changed alot. i dont mind changes but i would prefer positive changes rather than negative changes. alot of my primary school friends have changed for the worst. they have pierced ears, tongue for all i know and worst some of them have began to smoke. i dont know if i still wan this people to be my friend, i dont noe if i still want to be related to this people anymore. i dont feel like being related to the hooligans. i just want to be away from them.&lt;br /&gt;so most likely i am going to lock them out of my life, and hope that this people will change for the better, its only time thats keeping them from getting involved with the law, so hope that this people will change in time.&lt;br /&gt;chao peepz&lt;br /&gt;p.s its time you people change for the better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6815810-108683756247876211?l=king-pin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815810/posts/default/108683756247876211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815810/posts/default/108683756247876211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://king-pin.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108683756247876211' title=''/><author><name>weejie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09424185237205506593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815810.post-108653020293424459</id><published>2004-06-06T21:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-06T21:56:42.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>maybe i will change the song lor... haha... but only change to national day songs... haha... so here are the choices u all have&lt;br /&gt;1)a place in my heart&lt;br /&gt;2)we will get there&lt;br /&gt;3)where i belong&lt;br /&gt;4)we will get there&lt;br /&gt;5)shine on me&lt;br /&gt;6)home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;those are the choices... vote for it&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6815810-108653020293424459?l=king-pin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815810/posts/default/108653020293424459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815810/posts/default/108653020293424459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://king-pin.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108653020293424459' title=''/><author><name>weejie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09424185237205506593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815810.post-108634432577137206</id><published>2004-06-04T18:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-04T18:18:45.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;the national anthem lyrics&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;learn it well and sing to the music&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAJULAH SINGAPURA&lt;br /&gt;Mari kita rakyat Singapura&lt;br /&gt;Sama-sama menuju bahagia&lt;br /&gt;Cita-cita kita yang mulia&lt;br /&gt;Berjaya Singapura&lt;br /&gt;Marilah kita bersatu&lt;br /&gt;Dengan semangat yang baru&lt;br /&gt;Semua kita berseru&lt;br /&gt;Majulah Singapura&lt;br /&gt;Majulah Singapura &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ONWARD SINGAPORE (English Translation)&lt;br /&gt;Come, fellow Singaporeans &lt;br /&gt;Let us progress towards happiness together &lt;br /&gt;May our noble aspiration bring &lt;br /&gt;Singapore success &lt;br /&gt;Come, let us unite &lt;br /&gt;In a new spirit &lt;br /&gt;Let our voices soar as one &lt;br /&gt;Onward Singapore &lt;br /&gt;Onward Singapore &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/6815810-108634432577137206?l=king-pin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815810/posts/default/108634432577137206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815810/posts/default/108634432577137206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://king-pin.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108634432577137206' title=''/><author><name>weejie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09424185237205506593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815810.post-108632673215063722</id><published>2004-06-04T13:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-04T13:25:32.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hahahahahhaah.... i have the national anthem on my blog... hahahhah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6815810-108632673215063722?l=king-pin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815810/posts/default/108632673215063722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815810/posts/default/108632673215063722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://king-pin.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108632673215063722' title=''/><author><name>weejie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09424185237205506593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815810.post-108556664230103417</id><published>2004-05-26T17:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-26T18:17:22.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>here's somethings i have to say. in life there are 2 ways of handling problems, they are (1) ignore them and (2) face them head on. wat our school is doing is to ignore the root of all problems. they just think tt it is the students that are causing the problems but little did they know that it is hardy our problem, it is their problem. it has always been that way. everytime someone cause some trouble and it is the kind of people who just would not change, but do the teachers reflect on wat it is that causes those students to rebel again and again, the persistant type. why is it that the teachers are not able to relise that it is their part to stop doing wat they are doing and to adopt a new method of controlling the students and make us conform to the school rules, by now the teachers should have known that the hard way is not the way to control us and that the soft approach is also not the way for all the students. wat i feel is that the teachers should try to get to know us personally and feel wat we feel, know wat we are thinking and wat we are going through. this way the teachers will learn through the hard way that we are usually made to do things against our wishes. or maybe they should just shut the hell up and listen to us and relax the school rules to our liking so that we can be more willing to comform the school rules and compromise to suit the school. both the school and the students should practice the habit "give and take". tis way our learning environment will suit more to our liking and we can achive better results and to do our school proud. sadly, none of this will be hear by our school, or we would have gladly sat down with the teachers and discuss about the school rules and other school stuff that will affect us, the students, directly or indirectly.&lt;br /&gt;so teachers it's time you all shut up and reflect on what you have done wrong and change for the better, it's not always the students fault. remember that!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6815810-108556664230103417?l=king-pin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815810/posts/default/108556664230103417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815810/posts/default/108556664230103417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://king-pin.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108556664230103417' title=''/><author><name>weejie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09424185237205506593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815810.post-108547382418153546</id><published>2004-05-25T16:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-25T16:30:24.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>think tt 2dae is one of the worst day ever. i guess its true to say tt how ur day starts its how ur dae's gonna end. well, i woke up late tis morning but i rush like hell to bath, brush teeth and eat just so i could get to school on time... than later during school run around like siao than this and tt, this and tt, and finally school's over... dead tired man, but because of hot request, i came here to update my blog. watever it is la... just peace out and chill... chao&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6815810-108547382418153546?l=king-pin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815810/posts/default/108547382418153546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815810/posts/default/108547382418153546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://king-pin.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108547382418153546' title=''/><author><name>weejie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09424185237205506593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815810.post-108534831031986434</id><published>2004-05-24T05:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-24T05:38:30.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>just to make an update. tts all for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6815810-108534831031986434?l=king-pin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815810/posts/default/108534831031986434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815810/posts/default/108534831031986434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://king-pin.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108534831031986434' title=''/><author><name>weejie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09424185237205506593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815810.post-108469168479093587</id><published>2004-05-16T15:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-16T15:14:44.790+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>how come my tag board got problem than nobody tell me wan ar??? wad is this man??? nvm la... i clear the problem liao... haiz... still got 3 more papers to go... must tahan... gtg... must go study&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6815810-108469168479093587?l=king-pin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815810/posts/default/108469168479093587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815810/posts/default/108469168479093587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://king-pin.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108469168479093587' title=''/><author><name>weejie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09424185237205506593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815810.post-108341022981464914</id><published>2004-05-01T18:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-01T19:21:52.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>waz zup peeps... peace out y'all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;morning&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i must be nuts man, woke up at 6.30 on a public holiday. just to go to orchard to study, wake up early still ok leh but wan me to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;try to study with haiqal and gang, haha, tis must be the joke of the century... than around 7.15 haiqal mum called me to confirm weather are we really going to study, some people just dont get enough freedom la... haiz... his mama ask me some qn than i ans lor... oso did somethings to help him la... than 7.30 met haiqal at mrt control station to go orchard together than he say tt he really wan to study but not at orchard cause he will be tempted to go skate so he didnt go to orchard instead he went to woodlands to study lor... than i went to orchard to find nigel and gang... when i reached somerset mrt station bout 8.15 , i saw azahar walking out of the mrt station towards youth park so i went up to him lor, he said tt he woke up late so now than reached orchard, so we walked there together lor, not much conversation here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;at youth park&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meet nigel, denson and bear bear there skating... than we emptied azahar's bag to use the spray paint, i did some grafities on the floor on youth park, the skulls and i also did something to make the plants there nicer, kinda bad leh, but who cares rite... than nigel ke kiang go do 50 50 on the fun box, than got imjured on his back lor... watever la... than we all gathered to try to decide weathr wan to go to woodlands to meet haiqal or not... in the end we went lor, another 45 min wasted just to go there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;at woodlands&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reached woodlands at bout 10am i think... went to the macdonalds to find him than instead he came out to find us... siao wan la him... but he really was studying there... so we all went to the table where he was studying lor, so cramped, so warm... we stayed there to eat abit and to read up abit on chem and phy... than for some reason we all decided to go play lan cause we want to use the liabrary which will only open at 12pm on public holiday... so never mind la, i also want to relax for a while. so we went into the shopping mall to play lan lor, by rite is to play for 1 hr but the addiction nigel and bear had was too great to stop them from playing, ended up play for about 2.5 hrs. another 2hr 30min wasted, actually is kinda pissed off liao cause the whole day didnt study, but if now go home i can still make use to the time to study de but than nigel managed to persuade me and bear to go to his house to study lor... so we wasted another 45 min going to his house to study lor, at least in the train got discuss about chem and phy so i'm ok with it... than finally reached his house liao, i think it was about 1pm like tt, we went straight to the study room to study lor. we managed to study.than azahar and haiqal came in to the condo study room to ask nigel to let them study inside oso but nigel chased them away cause he thinks tt they will be a nuisaunce to those in the room, so they went to find somewhere quite to study, unbelievably the guards didnt come to chase them away... so we went back to study, after sometime i started to have a weird feeling on my stomach, so we went to grab some snacks to eat lor... than haiqal and azahar were still in there... after eating we went back to the study room to study lor... than nigel told bear to morise those common chemical symbols, while bear was morising, nigel was doing some chem paper tt mr yew gave, than i oso did some paper which his class was given lor... finally understand mole liao... haha... around 3 pm we went home cause my stomach is doing something to me which i dont noe lor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;at home&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally got home liao... feeling kinda tired and no longer in mood to study liao, so i went to watch forest glump on my computer, not bad la the show, should go and watch someday... so now i'm writing my blog lor... so sian, not sure later i can still study or not... haiz... later go try my luck again, to go study again... but than 7.30 got nice show leh... arghhh!!! watever la, see first la, maybe study while watching tv lor... hopefully it can work lor....&lt;br /&gt;tts bout it lor for today... trying to write something very long, like fun ar... watever it is just keep it cool rite. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;peace out y'all, adiyos amigos &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6815810-108341022981464914?l=king-pin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815810/posts/default/108341022981464914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815810/posts/default/108341022981464914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://king-pin.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108341022981464914' title=''/><author><name>weejie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09424185237205506593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815810.post-108289791435801310</id><published>2004-04-25T20:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-25T21:02:45.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>haiz.... com got problem again... now using kazza lite to write, pathetic rite??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; today&lt;br /&gt;sign... anther day wasted again, actually today wan to study de, but ended up taking photos of my bdae present, the pics actually turned up quite nice... haha.... got potential to be photographer but no money to buy good cam.... too bad lor... haiz... mid-year got problem liao lor... how??? still no mood to study leh... help!! my mother surely scream at me wan, if i screw up at this mid-year exam. so hopefully i can at least pass in my exams lor... haiz... than oso actually can post some of the pics i took today but my com got problem so i some other time than put it up on my blog lor... watever la ar... cant be bother any less.&lt;br /&gt;haha... huiting jealous of my blog song ar... but nvm la... i gave her a nice song fot her blog... watever it is lar ar... gtg liao... bye... peace out y'all &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6815810-108289791435801310?l=king-pin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815810/posts/default/108289791435801310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815810/posts/default/108289791435801310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://king-pin.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108289791435801310' title=''/><author><name>weejie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09424185237205506593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815810.post-108282371507919882</id><published>2004-04-25T00:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-25T00:26:05.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A poem not written by me " Friends. A simple word isn't it? It's uttered everyday to almost every person imaginable. Who are your friends? I used to think that friends were the people that you could laugh and talk to. Now I know that friends aren't that, they're the people that touch your heart. You could spend hours with them doing nothing at all and it can be the best time of your life, just because it was with them. They're the people you can share your secrets with, cry with, laugh with, and just have fun with. They don't judge you or make you change. They accept you exactly as you are. They look at you and they see a great person, one they love spending time with. You all share something in common and are tied together by memories, tears, laughs and smiles. You're tied together by love for the other. Friendship is the strangest but greatest thing in the world. I find my time with my friends, the best times of my life. My friends are my heart, my soul, my fun, my laughter, tears, love and my life."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6815810-108282371507919882?l=king-pin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815810/posts/default/108282371507919882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815810/posts/default/108282371507919882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://king-pin.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108282371507919882' title=''/><author><name>weejie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09424185237205506593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
