<?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-9871034</id><updated>2011-04-22T05:13:44.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'>take your tears and put them on ice.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untouchable10.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9871034/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untouchable10.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9871034/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>koonann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05412641406727202041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>143</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9871034.post-3198222314148525187</id><published>2008-08-18T02:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T02:16:16.925+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The grass is greener on the other side</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://differentnameforthesamething.wordpress.com"&gt;differentnameforthesamething.wordpress.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;thank you very much&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9871034-3198222314148525187?l=untouchable10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9871034/posts/default/3198222314148525187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9871034/posts/default/3198222314148525187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untouchable10.blogspot.com/2008/08/grass-is-greener-on-other-side.html' title='The grass is greener on the other side'/><author><name>koonann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05412641406727202041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-9871034.post-3701400936228715701</id><published>2008-06-30T00:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T01:33:43.057+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Memories are just where you laid them</title><content type='html'>You know sometimes thing move so fast that it is so disgusting to digest? Totally like constipation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't get any big ideas&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;They're not gonna happen&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You paint yourself white&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And fill up with noise&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But there'll be something missing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now that you've found it, it's gone&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now that you feel it, you don't&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You've gone off the rails&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So don't get any big ideas&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;They're not gonna happen&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You'll go to hell for what your dirty mind is thinking&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&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/9871034-3701400936228715701?l=untouchable10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9871034/posts/default/3701400936228715701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9871034/posts/default/3701400936228715701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untouchable10.blogspot.com/2008/06/memories-are-just-where-you-laid-them.html' title='Memories are just where you laid them'/><author><name>koonann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05412641406727202041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-9871034.post-4848249910648044754</id><published>2008-05-05T09:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T09:49:17.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Damm, You think you cool, you think im not you think you tough&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Damm, you think you hard, you think im soft, you think you rough&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Damm,You talkin shit, betta close your lips, you need to hush&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Before the end of the night im gunna have to take your ass to church&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9871034-4848249910648044754?l=untouchable10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9871034/posts/default/4848249910648044754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9871034/posts/default/4848249910648044754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untouchable10.blogspot.com/2008/05/damm-you-think-you-cool-you-think-im.html' title=''/><author><name>koonann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05412641406727202041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-9871034.post-53694291266479253</id><published>2008-04-21T22:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T00:06:31.255+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry seems to be the hardest word</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So goodbye, these days are gone&lt;br /&gt;And we can't keep holding on&lt;br /&gt;When all we need is some relief&lt;br /&gt;Through these times&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe i had been too umsympathetic and callous recently, severly lacking in humane qualities.&lt;br /&gt;Everything happens for a reason and yes, come&amp;amp;go is a pair of couple that will never separate. Not you&amp;amp;me.&lt;br /&gt;I wished i could just shrugged it off my shoulders, feign ignorance and wave goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;But you deserve respect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Promises is synonyms with emptiness&lt;br /&gt;Nothing ever comes out right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, thoughts are meant to keep to oneself.&lt;br /&gt;I havent regret anything, and do move on with life.&lt;br /&gt;Rest assured times with you is worthwhile and enjoyable.&lt;br /&gt;Time dont stop and life goes on.&lt;br /&gt;You deserve better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;This time I think I'm to blame&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's harder to get through the days&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;We get older and blame turns to shame&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Cause everything inside it never comes out right&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9871034-53694291266479253?l=untouchable10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9871034/posts/default/53694291266479253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9871034/posts/default/53694291266479253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untouchable10.blogspot.com/2008/04/sorry-seems-to-be-hardest-word.html' title='Sorry seems to be the hardest word'/><author><name>koonann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05412641406727202041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-9871034.post-1522738970660056953</id><published>2008-04-17T00:04:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T22:22:20.418+08:00</updated><title type='text'>And When It Rains...</title><content type='html'>You know i really hate growing up, like waking up every morning and realising you are yet another day older. Really really stinky, like monkey shit that kind of stink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because the older you grow, the more you see, and the more you see, the higher probability of you chancing upon obnoxious happening, and i can tell you people, it is not very healthyyy. If i can gorge my own eyes out, dettol-ed it and put it back, i might grumble less now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean seriously, life is so ironical and ambiguous. When we are young and little, still chewing on our little lollipops and little finger. We aspire to grow up, be a man and talk about our big bullish dream, to be a doctor, a lawyer, the president and blahblahblah big guns. Then we fumble around in school, thinking that civil &amp;amp; moral education lesson is actually a good period to catch forty winks. Then along the way, still pretty ignorant of how the society is like and still somewhat clinging on to the aspiration you've made during your younger childhood, you wish to get out of the government shithole, pop into the workforce and earn bigbucks.&lt;br /&gt;Then then then, you grow older and start to get in touch with puberty and everyday without fail, you will peep secretly to your left to see how your classmates mammary gland is measuring up to. Ahhhh, then this is where it all change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead of talking about your lifelong everchanging ambition, boys' conversation topic will forever be gaming la, soccer la, whose manhood is bigger and stronger la, whose dreamgirl is the hottest la, how that girl will look naked la, this and that, that and this, dont forget to throw a shitload of vulgarities between everyword.&lt;br /&gt;Girls' conversation would most likely be ( im assuming, i dont know because i got phobia for girl) about their 28 days menstrual cycle and whether anyone have some kotek to spare, how cute that guy from that class look, how bitchy jane sound when she speaks, mary keep singing and whining abot her little lamb and maybe trying to fabricate lies that they dont know guys actually ejaculate white substances call semen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not yet done, at this stage, we probably sick and tired of studying and all we want to do is have fun, late night out, no curfew and probably instead of fulfilling your doctor dream, you dream about what colour your hair should look like after you graduated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, not entirely my life story, but pretty much yours. Hah. And now when we starts to work our shit off everyday, waking up only to find our boss face on the dartboard. We look back and starts to recaptured our long lost ambition and then wonder why we are still bumming around as a underpaid lowest commanding lifeform.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty sucks to have to be bothered by how drastic rice and commodities prices are rising, have to think of way to catch mas selamat so as to be handsomely reward, doing charity to Singapore pools hoping for the million dollar jackpot, sucidal thoughts popping through your head every now and then, how the government makes everyone think they love their people by giving them money once or twice a year, but actually they suck more than to puke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is so hectic that its pissing everyone off, that people have to train for olympic runs during the interchanging of train, that we have to take quick bathe and still manage to squeeze in time for a quick jack off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really sucks sucks sucks, sucks so much that i start to suck cheap thrills. Aye, cheap thrill isnt very cheap after allllllll, see, you get my point!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright i have been spending way too little time with my lover recently and she grumbling for me now along with my pillow children, Here i come Beddy. Nights you obnoxious asswipesssss.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9871034-1522738970660056953?l=untouchable10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9871034/posts/default/1522738970660056953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9871034/posts/default/1522738970660056953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untouchable10.blogspot.com/2008/04/you-know-i-really-hate-growing-up-like.html' title='And When It Rains...'/><author><name>koonann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05412641406727202041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-9871034.post-8868005957989068458</id><published>2008-03-10T23:51:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T00:13:54.598+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cause she's gonna find me here</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I guess i havent been totally honest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;The hardest thing to get and to give is to understand. Its doesnt really get through to anyone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I hate struggling with my own conscience, not knowing what i want, not seeing whats right there, not appreciating, not giving an answer to your questions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I hate being so kept up, if only the walls have ears, if only the floor can speak, if only the bed can hug one to sleep, if the fan can blow away every unanswered question and if, if only the morning sunray can instill another piece of hope back into you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;If only if is so powerful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;That's what you get when you let your heart win.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Give me something that's gonna last.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;If we're gonna make this work&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;You gotta let me inside even though it hurts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Don't hide the broken parts that I need to see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Like it or not it's the way it's gotta be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;You gotta love yourself if you can ever love me"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9871034-8868005957989068458?l=untouchable10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9871034/posts/default/8868005957989068458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9871034/posts/default/8868005957989068458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untouchable10.blogspot.com/2008/03/cause-shes-gonna-find-me-here.html' title='Cause she&apos;s gonna find me here'/><author><name>koonann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05412641406727202041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-9871034.post-9110696204330985360</id><published>2008-03-06T23:29:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T01:06:15.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Learn you inside out</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;In the silence you stare at the world&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your eyes are screaming to be heard&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I want to learn you inside out&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something that ASSW said during one of our random smoking dates that i cant help but agree. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;There are 2 kinds of silence. One's the awkward one when both parties don't have anything to say, the other type of silence is when you both feel comfortable sitting together, knowing that nothing needs to be said.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Saying nothing..... sometimes mean saying the most. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So, keep quiet, embrace the tanquil and serene of silence. I might get through to you afterall. Keep the faith.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Someday I'm gonna find it&lt;br /&gt;Wish I knew what I was looking for&lt;br /&gt;Inside the disarray&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9871034-9110696204330985360?l=untouchable10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9871034/posts/default/9110696204330985360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9871034/posts/default/9110696204330985360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untouchable10.blogspot.com/2008/03/in-silence-you-stare-at-world-your-eyes.html' title='Learn you inside out'/><author><name>koonann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05412641406727202041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-9871034.post-241377464620048171</id><published>2008-02-18T01:54:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-18T02:18:59.064+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Ballad of Micheal Valentine</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;In a few hours time, im going to start my life as a pathetic, no life, miserably underpaid attachment trainee. Im so not prepared to give up my service captain status and 400dollar a week pay! Can someone please please clap for me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Yes yes, i hear you now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Butterflies seems to be twizling in my stomach now, like a bit too soon. I C A N T W A I T. like yeahhhhhh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;I can even imagine myself saying 'HI, im the new boy attached to your company and im here to start work.' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Thanks god i have vikesh with me. If not super shy me is gonna die from those glances that they shoot me wondering if im a alien or robot. Yippie again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;OUT. Global Maritime and Port Services Pte Ltd, HERE I COME &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Because heaven sends and heaven takes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Crashing cars in his brain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Keep him tied up to a dream &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;And only she can set him free&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Kill me now, kill me now, kill me now, kill me now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Kill me now, kill me now, kill me now, kill me now&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9871034-241377464620048171?l=untouchable10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9871034/posts/default/241377464620048171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9871034/posts/default/241377464620048171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untouchable10.blogspot.com/2008/02/ballad-of-micheal-valentine.html' title='The Ballad of Micheal Valentine'/><author><name>koonann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05412641406727202041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-9871034.post-641856775106319855</id><published>2008-01-26T03:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-05T04:59:25.745+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Leave the bourbon on the shelf</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Kick the can, kick the can, skip and blackjack&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Steal a car and ring a round-rosey, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Rock and roll, candyland, boogeyman, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Run away and give me your sneakers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9871034-641856775106319855?l=untouchable10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9871034/posts/default/641856775106319855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9871034/posts/default/641856775106319855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untouchable10.blogspot.com/2008/01/leave-bourbon-on-shelf.html' title='Leave the bourbon on the shelf'/><author><name>koonann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05412641406727202041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-9871034.post-20588279504291861</id><published>2008-01-19T04:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-19T04:44:32.065+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Squirtle</title><content type='html'>GAWD. Nothing taste as sweet as freedom.&lt;br /&gt;Papers are over and it the much anticipated hall-lee-day!&lt;br /&gt;but... internship is gonna start real soon and the i still cant forget how much i wanna stab tong for the god damn bloody seamanship theory paper. Fucking good for nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn, im still high from all the alcohol, partying really doesnt include many dancing today. Me wanna puke so badly now. Drats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the alcohol went up to my head, and i cant think right now, damn, since when have this blog turn into my daily life update?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out! work in two hour timewith avery tipsy turvy- wobbly koon ann. Marvelous!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9871034-20588279504291861?l=untouchable10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9871034/posts/default/20588279504291861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9871034/posts/default/20588279504291861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untouchable10.blogspot.com/2008/01/squirtle.html' title='Squirtle'/><author><name>koonann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05412641406727202041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-9871034.post-5693598883913622198</id><published>2008-01-08T23:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T23:36:17.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shine on</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Am studying my ass off in MacD now and i have no idea why i have the urge to blog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The radio suddenly played Shine On by those Aussie chaps, Jet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;After so long, that song still never fails to pull my emotions down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;My oh my.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I wanna tear now, its juss sttt soooooooo soooooo sssa aa dddd.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;LOL. OFF!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9871034-5693598883913622198?l=untouchable10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9871034/posts/default/5693598883913622198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9871034/posts/default/5693598883913622198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untouchable10.blogspot.com/2008/01/shine-on.html' title='Shine on'/><author><name>koonann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05412641406727202041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-9871034.post-7246556633664750977</id><published>2007-12-24T04:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-24T04:58:39.789+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Disenchanted lullaby</title><content type='html'>Is everything that ambiguous as we really thought it is?&lt;br /&gt;A friend once asked me why is it that there's so many flaws in another to rant about but when you are with that person, every complain seems to be abolish to the back of the mind and doesnt matter anymore. Is this what they call hypocrisy?&lt;br /&gt;It really made me thought for awhile. But rather, i would take this issue as another classic case of ambiguity instead of hypocrisy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think about this,&lt;br /&gt;You read a novel in which the hero or the anti-hero, the one you like, or simply the one whose progress you like to follow, well, this character commits a crime, say. a violent act. Who do you feel sorry for? You should feel sorry for the victim of the crime but you dont. why dont you? In your normal life you condemn violence of any kind yet you dont condemn this act of violence, even though its brutal. Perhaps you dislike the victim. Or perhaps you dont actually dislike the victim but you dont actively like him either. So where will your sympathies lie? Who will you feel sorry for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its never easy to get everybody to see you in the same light as the way you wanted them to see you. A very dishearterning and distressing fact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Digressing, Its Christmas eve morning and im still up at this hour. To make things worse, i need to make my way to SP to meet up for projects later. Total drats, project on Christmas eve?! The dumbest thing in the whole wide world! On a lighter note, its yuetyong's birthday tomorrow and i get to meet up with the guys after that. Something worth cheering for after all. LOL&lt;br /&gt;AND..&lt;br /&gt;If today is Christmas eve, it means that tomorrow is Christmas and the day after is the day after Christmas! HAHAHA. Nights earthlings!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I don't want a lot for Christmas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;There is just one thing I need&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I don't care about the presents&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Underneath the Christmas tree&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I just want you for my own&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;More than you could ever know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Make my wish come true, baby all I want for christmas is you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I don't want a lot for Christmas there is just one thing I need&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;And I don't care about the presents underneath the Christmas tree&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I don't need to hang my stocking, way above the fireplace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Santa Clause won't make me happy with a toy on christmas day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;just want you for my own&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;More than you could ever know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Make my wish come true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;All I want for Christmas is you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Is you, you, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;p.s: Santa, wont you bring me the one i really need?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9871034-7246556633664750977?l=untouchable10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9871034/posts/default/7246556633664750977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9871034/posts/default/7246556633664750977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untouchable10.blogspot.com/2007/12/is-everything-that-ambiguous-as-we.html' title='Disenchanted lullaby'/><author><name>koonann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05412641406727202041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-9871034.post-710704367856074908</id><published>2007-12-04T01:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-04T01:16:03.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Balls to the walls.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;See I was thinking that I lost my mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;But it’s been getting to me all this time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;And it don’t stop dragging me down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont think i need to give much explanation&lt;br /&gt;because idiocy never gets a new name.&lt;br /&gt;grow up, get a new life and go fuck the wall.&lt;br /&gt;very much appreciated and thanks for your time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9871034-710704367856074908?l=untouchable10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9871034/posts/default/710704367856074908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9871034/posts/default/710704367856074908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untouchable10.blogspot.com/2007/12/balls-to-walls.html' title='Balls to the walls.'/><author><name>koonann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05412641406727202041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-9871034.post-8724111297562739243</id><published>2007-11-29T22:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-29T23:18:26.487+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Emotions are not skilled workers</title><content type='html'>Ever experience this feeling when no matter how hard you try to cling on to something with all that you've got, but whatever you throw in just cant seems to relay the message the way you wanted it to be directed to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time after time, the disappointment lingers around you like the smell of burnt toast. You made the toast, you looked forward to it, you even enjoyed making it, but it burnt. what were you doing? Was it your fault? It doesnt really matter anymore anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then you open the window, but only the very top layer of the smell goes away,the rest remains on you. It's on the wall, you leave the room but its on your clothes. You change your clothes but it's in your hair, it's on the thin skin on the tops of your hand, and in the morning, its still on you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hit the spot, didn't I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Communication is just a sucker in everybody's life. How many things are there for an average person to face everyday? In the midst of putting the record straight, making things right, how many other things are then left in the dust, as if leaving them outstretching their arms in distress motion, with a i-need-your-attention signboard hanging from the neck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bet i hit another spot on you again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again. it did not take long for us to blame ourselves, we spend our time watching things like this happen in other people's lives and attempting to divine what it is they have done to bring in on themselves, what is it that we would never do. So when it happen in our life, we were ready to accept that we had brought it on ourselvs but we didnt know how we had done it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, love may be the greatest ever sensation one may ever experience, maybe losing to having an orgasm by a wee bit. But still, voluntarily stranding yourself in the whirlpool of love is just plain ignorant. &lt;em&gt;Sour grapes? &lt;/em&gt;Taste bitter though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one say its easy, but its almost easy to pull out one after another note of comfort, just for the sake of, erm, replying. With these bottles of empty promises filled to the brim, how many more are there to come?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopes are fading, even the blessed virgins cant do much help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There will never be a moment like before. What will &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;you you&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; possibly know?&lt;br /&gt;It will just be another bolts of utter disappointment behind the glittering facade.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9871034-8724111297562739243?l=untouchable10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9871034/posts/default/8724111297562739243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9871034/posts/default/8724111297562739243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untouchable10.blogspot.com/2007/11/emotions-are-not-skilled-workers.html' title='Emotions are not skilled workers'/><author><name>koonann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05412641406727202041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-9871034.post-1044770009137599729</id><published>2007-11-12T23:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-12T23:33:17.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How worthy are you?</title><content type='html'>Mood: tyrannical&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mood says its all, and the feeling isnt right.&lt;br /&gt;Its worst than egg in the face.&lt;br /&gt;It's like stepping on a pile of hot poop and before you can even shout "OH CRA..." the other leg goes crushing momentarily on another pile of misplaced property.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhh, i want to rant so much but i dont know where to start.&lt;br /&gt;So nights world. BAH.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9871034-1044770009137599729?l=untouchable10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9871034/posts/default/1044770009137599729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9871034/posts/default/1044770009137599729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untouchable10.blogspot.com/2007/11/how-worthy-are-you.html' title='How worthy are you?'/><author><name>koonann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05412641406727202041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-9871034.post-7700991180296892759</id><published>2007-09-28T23:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-29T00:13:22.052+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Girls All The Bad Guys Want</title><content type='html'>So many useless crap in the that exist just to irritate you.&lt;br /&gt;Just to name a few lame thing, like totally....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Drizzle:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its not heavy enough to bother you with a jacket, never mind a brolly, yet by the time you reach your destination you're soaked to the skin and hav got hitler hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Alarm Clocks:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last thing you want to hear at the last time you want to hear it, everyday of your life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;King Tuger Prawns:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the time you've got to the edible bit, your fingers are caked in slime and you're left with a piece of food about the size of a baby's little finger. Worthless!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Pandas:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If they become extinct because they dont wanna have sex, it's their own problem. Like fat people - if they werent so fat, they would get laid more often!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Bras:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Designed so that they are almost impossible to remove in the dark, or when drunk, which, sadly are the most common circumstances in which we need to remove them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Your third ejaculation:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just about the most unimpressive thing you do that a girl will ever see. Like a baby albino slug emerging from the eyelet of a shoe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sexygirlsthatreallywanttosleepwithyou.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;www.sexygirlsthatreallywanttosleepwithyou.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fact that the website doesnt exist is so lame that it takes the shine off of the whole internet phenomenon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Digressing...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Finally saw her after 2months, and still i lose my balls yet again. Damn. On a more comfortable note, at least i know we are from the same school. My oh my. When is fate gonna call in again?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9871034-7700991180296892759?l=untouchable10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9871034/posts/default/7700991180296892759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9871034/posts/default/7700991180296892759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untouchable10.blogspot.com/2007/09/girls-all-bad-guys-want.html' title='Girls All The Bad Guys Want'/><author><name>koonann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05412641406727202041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-9871034.post-7109472605642745427</id><published>2007-08-17T02:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-17T03:50:36.414+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Makes Me Wonder</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;The world's got a funny way of turning 'round on you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Utterly disgusted by what’s going around. So many things that got me choke on my own puke. Grossly behaved people doing equally gross things, I can’t see any satisfaction they find in themselves.&lt;br /&gt;I too was sometimes buffered by how I end up behind my own false pretense unknowingly. Astonishing how people can turn 360degree to gain power uh.&lt;br /&gt;Why is it that people that don’t see eyes to eyes can always hide behind their own false pretense and take it that everything is perfectly fine then turn their back the next moment? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Stop pretending don't deny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it that I have so many things to say, but so little ears on?&lt;br /&gt;Does everyone need an invitation to know that someone wants to speak to you?&lt;br /&gt;Life could be so miserable at one point then suddenly it could be so colorful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;When is the painter coming to fill in mine?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;All that you’ve done is none comparable to what other did?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;I still don't have the reason and you don't have the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;What is joy without sorrow?&lt;br /&gt;What is power without sweat?&lt;br /&gt;What is love without fate?&lt;br /&gt;What are friends without foes?&lt;br /&gt;What is future without present?&lt;br /&gt;What is happiness without pain?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s the little littlest thing that can be a pain in the ass and the little bundle of joy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Seems like lately there's a whole lot of leavin' goin' on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These days, its, hard to have a heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;It doesn't matter where you come from, or who you think you are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;These days, it's hard just fitting in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Why does someone have to lose, for someone else to win&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;We're all looking for forgiveness, and someone we can trust&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;You can wrap your arms around the world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;It all comes down to us&lt;br /&gt;Makes no sense, its hard to understand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;When there's something that should fill you up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Keeps slipping through your hands&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;i wonder if it even makes a difference to try&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Why dont you look at me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Till we aint strangers anymore&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9871034-7109472605642745427?l=untouchable10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9871034/posts/default/7109472605642745427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9871034/posts/default/7109472605642745427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untouchable10.blogspot.com/2007/08/makes-me-wonder.html' title='Makes Me Wonder'/><author><name>koonann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05412641406727202041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-9871034.post-7629095159101814537</id><published>2007-07-25T00:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-25T01:07:03.849+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Before It's Too Late</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Sorry for the super long self proclaimed hiatus! Hah.&lt;br /&gt;Been rather busy with life or rather, been very busy with the lack of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a moment I couldn’t find anything constructive to rant about. It’s not too bad an idea to embrace the silence and serenity after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well then, this post goes out to those who yearned for love, to those who loved without being loved, to those who holds on to nothing but a thread of lies and false hopes, to those who think everything is just nothing, to those who paved the empty streets alone, to those who don’t want to fall asleep, to those who believe every lies that exist, to those who can’t be what he wanted to be, to those drown in their own desire, to those who watch life from 15 feet, to those who that take courage to survive, to those who sees everything that cannot be true, to those that are afraid, to those who lost everything to nothing, to those who never recover their souls, to those unappreciated, to those distance that is never reachable, to those who cry their heart out over every memories reminiscence, to those who are learning to breathe on their own, to those who never thought they were somebody, to those having a hell of a day, to the uncertainty that is always in the way, to the obscure, to everything good to give, to those who dreamt of being there, to those who never find greater comfort, to those who wish they were strong, to those who is always right, to those who just want to go home, to those who tries too hard to be someone they are not, to those who wish to be undressed, to those geeks, to all good people, to the science of the soul, to those who hurt but feel alive, to the parks, the trees and the leaves that never reach you, to those who bet on deceit, to those who think of beauty where everything’s complete, to the height of bad behavior and to the one last dance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh damn it, emo fever struck me too.&lt;br /&gt;Got to catch some winks already, before it’s too late.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;R-Rated&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/9871034-7629095159101814537?l=untouchable10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9871034/posts/default/7629095159101814537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9871034/posts/default/7629095159101814537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untouchable10.blogspot.com/2007/07/before-its-too-late.html' title='Before It&apos;s Too Late'/><author><name>koonann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05412641406727202041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-9871034.post-3324341367676853027</id><published>2007-05-24T00:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-24T00:58:17.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Pieces Dont Fit Anymore.</title><content type='html'>It’s been a long time since I felt like a total stranger to everyone around me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can’t put myself in their shoes neither could I read their mind like how I always thought I could. It sucks, you bet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friendship issues are bothering me a hell load. Maybe its being a friend that makes expectations such a bitch, which makes speaking up seems like conversation between a school principal and a student who just committed a crime. How do you know when to speak up to make another not feel offended?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that’s school are tying everyone up, work responsibilities, water polo training and soccer to add on to my many priorities, where do all my friends stand now?&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gone were the days when we meet up 2 or3 days a week at 121 the walking home, gone were the days when we could just sit anywhere for a heart to heart confinement with only a pack of Marlboro reds between us, gone were the days when one whole group of us playing our hearts out at sentosa, then screaming in pain because of the sunburns suffered, gone were the day when meeting up in a whole big group is as easy as sending one text message, gone were the day when I actually surprise you with a bouquet of flowers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know what im thinking, what he is thinking and what she is thinking? We know nuts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crisps and crumbs of ranting from a bloody annoying guy with nothing better to do but desperately seeking for attention shouldn’t blow you off, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I really think ignorance is bliss….&lt;br /&gt;Nights bitches, hello projects.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9871034-3324341367676853027?l=untouchable10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9871034/posts/default/3324341367676853027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9871034/posts/default/3324341367676853027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untouchable10.blogspot.com/2007/05/pieces-dont-fit-anymore.html' title='The Pieces Dont Fit Anymore.'/><author><name>koonann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05412641406727202041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-9871034.post-3033549348846874793</id><published>2007-04-23T21:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-23T23:14:50.024+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just so you know.</title><content type='html'>to my dearest girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know when my words is gonna get straight into you ever. But its really fustrating when i see you getting all fucked up and crying yourself out of this never ending shit everynow and then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You always ask me what to do, how to be happy again. If its not tiring enough for me to repeat myself over and over again, don't you get worn out by the same advice evrybody else is giving you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For every wrong thing he done, you always find something special to cover it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what you want best and i believe you know what you are doing to yourself, what you really want in the end. You have everything others yearned for, understanding bunch of friends who are always behind you, a happy family, good looks, never ending queue of  suitors. You should be contented enough. I totally understand what you're going through. But what else do you get from clinging on beside getting yourself hurt more deeply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like i told you before. This is your own personal affair, no one else can tell you what to do.&lt;br /&gt;Move on, darling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for all i know, i'll still be there as your punching bag, for your ferocious bites of anger, for your hours of ranting. Just everything you need. You know that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now cheer up, and give me one of that famous magawatt smile again.&lt;br /&gt;Its not all love that makes life a pleasure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;loves, brother.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9871034-3033549348846874793?l=untouchable10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9871034/posts/default/3033549348846874793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9871034/posts/default/3033549348846874793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untouchable10.blogspot.com/2007/04/just-so-you-know.html' title='Just so you know.'/><author><name>koonann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05412641406727202041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-9871034.post-7085543998571080907</id><published>2007-04-06T22:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-07T00:30:40.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let the record play.</title><content type='html'>Ever take a walk down memory lane to see the many changes that take place in your life? How different everything is now. Do you still cling on to the memories of the past refusing to let go? And how stunning can a person character and personality changed so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its a little annoying when i couldnt relate something to someone as i wished to anymore. The days when everything could be talk under the sun are long gone, we are too busy with our own lifes that i feel we act more like strangers behind the mask of hypocrisy. We met again recently, and every conversation she initiate carries a string hint of shallowness of what she knows about me. I do hate myself for my dont-ask-so-much responds also, and i couldnt say i know alot about her now, anyway. We are just too busy moving on that we couldnt even bother to stop and make attempt of knowing each other all over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emptiness covers all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emmerson find it shocking that i have LEARNT smoking. (Note: learnt and pick up is two different thing) Same goes to the many other. It just life, everything changes, with a reason, foreseen or unforeseen. Dont link me to those that use reason like " I picked up smoking to relieve stress". Its purely smoking for the sake of smoking, i dont buy and i dont crave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its nothing to make a fuss out of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I missed secondary school days so much man, where we all think naively and childishly, with no general worries except for where to play after school. There's no need to talk much and we still know what each other are up to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smaking Junkai's head repeatedly, throwing weizhen into the dustbin, making fun of siahmong's monkey genes, kokhong's silly popcorn head, rakcent very unfriendly face, gibson entertaining himself always, aikchun fumbling everywhere for his worksheet, cheechai giving amelia famous amos cookies everyday sneakily, emmerson making a nuisance out of himself, kianloong with his many vocabulary and nicknames.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;simply nostalgic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, working in amara makes me see so much more. open my eyes on the different people in the society, who to trust and who not to. Mingling with those nepalese gave me a better understanding of other nationalities. But seems like everything is not gonna be the same anymore, people moving on. Damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vincent's farewell chalet yesterday was alright. Full of dramas, first is DanielEngWeePeng making a clown out of himself with his ricky martin songs and sinful confessions. Girls getting themselves piss drunk and taken advantage of.&lt;br /&gt;The mosqitoes feeding/talk session still made my day.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks becks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yawns, blogging makes one hungry. See ya people around. many loves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;You are the reason why i like you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9871034-7085543998571080907?l=untouchable10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9871034/posts/default/7085543998571080907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9871034/posts/default/7085543998571080907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untouchable10.blogspot.com/2007/04/let-record-play.html' title='Let the record play.'/><author><name>koonann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05412641406727202041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-9871034.post-7973522409619055354</id><published>2007-03-27T01:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-28T00:27:36.745+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Earth to Bella. (There and back again)</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;to un-explain&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love [n]:&lt;br /&gt;Warm liking or affection: affectionate devotion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;infatutated [adj]:&lt;br /&gt;filled with an intense but usually foolish love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, this pretty much sums up how puzzle im over my emotions, puzzled and clueless to the extend that i soughted a dictionary's advice. hah.&lt;br /&gt;and no doubt, the latter seems to say it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;long time since i got myself attracted to a girl. But happiness is short lived, somehow.&lt;br /&gt;we barely know each other for more than two days, and i cant say its liking. just kinda interested.&lt;br /&gt;before thing even progress, she broke out that she's attached.&lt;br /&gt;i dont know why disappointment came knocking, at least it was masked successfully by siily grins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not really considered a rejection right in the face. at least things got clarify before it goes haywire. i didnt know what to say exactly. just by assuring her that everything is cool.&lt;br /&gt;Who knows what will happen in the future, i may have got myself a life-long friend, a close bud or anywhere further one can imagine. who really knows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;contentment is knowing her, period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;silly post, been a really long time since i blogged or even talks about my emotions openly. its not a post of some dumb lovesick desperate. Emphasise again, we barely knew each other well enough, let alone talk about liking. just that i have learn that there's no point keeping everything to myself, showing care and concern in the dark is just a futile effort. no appreciation would be shown. Something i have learnt for the past three years or so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let my heart leads the way once again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Where would we be now,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;If we found each other first&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;What would you do now&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;If I said these simple words&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'll wait, I'll wait&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;As long as you want&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;                                                             &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;                               -Good Charlotte&lt;/em&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/9871034-7973522409619055354?l=untouchable10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9871034/posts/default/7973522409619055354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9871034/posts/default/7973522409619055354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untouchable10.blogspot.com/2007/03/earth-to-bella-there-and-back-again.html' title='Earth to Bella. (There and back again)'/><author><name>koonann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05412641406727202041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-9871034.post-1628376653895416956</id><published>2007-02-25T00:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-25T01:15:46.095+08:00</updated><title type='text'>so much for until the end of time.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;And I knew that the lights of the city were too heavy for me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Though I carried karats for everyone to see.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;And I saw God cry in the reflection of my enemies,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;And all the lovers with no time for me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;And all the mothers raise their babies to stay away from me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;How cruel is the golden rule, When the lives we lived are only golden plated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what will happened if i suddenly just disappeared.&lt;br /&gt;will someone even bother to give two hoots? when they are busy burying their heads in their own business, own fustrations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i blew my mind again today. so much that i really hate myself for failing to conquer my own emotions. i just blew it, like 'fuuufff'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if i only have two choice between&lt;br /&gt;A) living with another person's attitude&lt;br /&gt;B) eating dung bugs and maggots&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i would rather give fear factor a run for their money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im stuck up, but so what?&lt;br /&gt;im just being me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;And without you is how I disappear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9871034-1628376653895416956?l=untouchable10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9871034/posts/default/1628376653895416956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9871034/posts/default/1628376653895416956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untouchable10.blogspot.com/2007/02/so-much-for-until-end-of-time.html' title='so much for until the end of time.'/><author><name>koonann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05412641406727202041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-9871034.post-5881422486254194351</id><published>2007-02-23T23:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-24T00:47:27.114+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just follow law</title><content type='html'>its been a long time since i last blogged my thoughts. i cant think of anythink to really rant about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, yesterday, while reading the papers, i saw this article on Joe Augustine(ex power 98 DJ) been issued a warning. all he did was making 'front' a bad word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's one paragraph from the article:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;According to MDA, the complainant wrote that a listener had called in to clarify with joe if a song which had been played, Coolio's Gangsta's Paradise, contained the four letter F word in its lyrics.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;joe clarified that the word was 'front'.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;however, the complainant was concerned that joe had jokingly suggested that listeners could use 'front' as a substitute expletive - as in 'front you' or 'front your mother'.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guessed that the complainant should be umemployed. because it seems like he has nothing better to do than writing e-mails, sabotaging others ' reputation and getting them into hot soup. its like DUH, since he stated that joe JOKINGLY SUGGESTED the idea, just fucking/fronting take its as a joke! Super no life, no sense of humour lor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont believe vulgarities or obscenity can influence thinking lor. why are they listed under 'bad' words. how bad is bad. Fuck stands for having sexual intercourse. what's wrong? isnt sex on everybody's mind?&lt;br /&gt;okay, but using 'screw' as a substitute, is it still a vulgarity? So dont blame me for landing a punch on anyone when he ask for a screwdriver.&lt;br /&gt;bah. super dumbness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the truth is, vulgarity is part and parcel of everyday life. something go wrong and you just feel like cursing out loud. our brain couldnt function fast enough to think of something not expletive. when someone scolds 'fuck you' to you.&lt;br /&gt;will you think that, oh, this guy is unhappy or oh! i should run, he wanna do me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i really couldnt stand singaporeans mentality of complaining, complaining and more complaining. so much to a extend of so many forums, customer service feedbacks, comments page being set up.&lt;br /&gt;this whole complain thing is just a waste of time, like why must people take time out just to crack their head, type out something and report to other people who have nothing to do with you about the unjustice you had been dealt with. then this whole meaningless system continue with the addresee of the complaint having to waste time to reply and bootlick that complainant again. if the amount of time wasted on complaining is used on something creative like creating solutions for penis and breast enlargement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just because the complainant is unhappy, all the faults are on the person who got the complain.&lt;br /&gt;all we have to do is just take a deep breath and tell ourselves that the world is a better place with me and walk off. life continues, its that simple!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i talk so much expressing my disagreement with people complaining, but here im, complaining and ranting. coolness. i cant explain why i rock so much. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im too tired to blog something more meaningful anyway. bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9871034-5881422486254194351?l=untouchable10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9871034/posts/default/5881422486254194351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9871034/posts/default/5881422486254194351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untouchable10.blogspot.com/2007/02/just-follow-law.html' title='Just follow law'/><author><name>koonann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05412641406727202041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-9871034.post-3791243497904680012</id><published>2007-01-27T00:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-27T01:03:13.798+08:00</updated><title type='text'>this jetset life is gonna kill you.</title><content type='html'>Just yesterday, some obnoxious ladies pissed me off badly.&lt;br /&gt;And thanks god, all in a day's period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;early in the morning, while my mind and body isnt functioning as properly as it is suppose to, and feeling so lethargic, this bitch of a lady was paying for some socks, note, its promotional item somemore. And she was like :" why is it that its like all open before one, is there any in proper condition" of course grinning to hide some bu shuang-ness. I was in the counter sorting out some document which have been giving me so many headache. and i look at her and replied " its all there m'am"&lt;br /&gt;Then i just step out of the counter and walk to the pile of stocks waiting for me. my colleague then get her a new proper one. As i was walking past her, she says sarcastically, why is it that she can find it for me? still grouchy from the lake of sleep, i completely ignored her and proceed to my stock, feigning ignorance to her question.&lt;br /&gt;Ah soh, by telling you its all there, im telling you to open your eyes wide wide and take yourself, not dont have leh. i think by not othering to even look at her, it pissed the shit out of her as she stormed out of the store. dumbwit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And by the way, the other two peabrain appeared in the afternoon and night. Machiam like daily meal like that. 3 times a day. Perk my entire day man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the second fucktard was also a auntie. she was acting like some wife of some minister. crossing arms, slanting lips look. her really kateh daughter was trying out some basketball shorts, mens one some more. her arrogant look turn me off, as i didnt bother to approach her. after trying, she wanted a new piece, so i went in and search, and between the search, she request that she want the black one instead of the white. and it took me a longer time to her request. My colleague told me after that that she was grumbling why i was taking such a long time. in the end, i couldnt get her a new one, so she will have to make do with the displap set, for your info, the white piece is completely in good condition, no loose treads, no common stains and stuff. she grumble again saying why no discount, so i told her about the condition, its in perfect condition what.&lt;br /&gt;she replied in some stuck up manner, " of course like that say lah, you are not the one buying the pants what."&lt;br /&gt;and i repeat that its in very PERFECT condition.&lt;br /&gt;and she replied "just the thoughts of people wearing in and out is very sickening right"&lt;br /&gt;HELLO! your daughter are one of those that try this piece also please.&lt;br /&gt;super dulan, i just keep quiet and say ohhh! argueing with another idiot pull down your intelligence what.&lt;br /&gt;i really feel like retorting back, "Mam, so you are trying to tell me you dont wash your pants at all la?"&lt;br /&gt;super dimwit man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, the most atrocious one, that pissed me off so badly.&lt;br /&gt;walking to the bus interchange with my assistant manager, i saw someone familiar, its this girl from secondary school, and she was waving at me, meaning hi la. she was with some not very appealing guy la, some luo zhi xiang or jay wannabe and they happened to be taking the same bus as me. So with no basic question i just casually asked her, eh, you still working here arh? yes, its rather idiotic.&lt;br /&gt;and her reply was in a very duh manner, ar thennn?&lt;br /&gt;i just say okayyy, and turned away.&lt;br /&gt;Please, i abhor girls that put on airs. dont think you look stunning when you're not even closed to it. its like she thinks im flirting her or something. or maybe she wants to be very 'cool' in front of another guy. but i dont wanna give another care.&lt;br /&gt;she's one of those girls that think pussy power is everything, and that man just cant leave without them. trying very hard to play hard to get.&lt;br /&gt;by argueing, i may give that guy some opportunity to be guai lan, or i may look so not gentlemenly. but nothing can describe the struggle to hold myself from landing a tight slap on her cheeks. dont be so firvolous please. i cant stand it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its uber annoying when you try to initate a conversation and completely got a snub or a very light hearted reply. totally make one look like a fool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watch your words, watch your mouth.&lt;br /&gt;bitches.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9871034-3791243497904680012?l=untouchable10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9871034/posts/default/3791243497904680012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9871034/posts/default/3791243497904680012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untouchable10.blogspot.com/2007/01/this-jetset-life-is-gonna-kill-you.html' title='this jetset life is gonna kill you.'/><author><name>koonann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05412641406727202041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-9871034.post-4292211005186647759</id><published>2007-01-23T23:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-24T00:13:26.799+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it's an goddamn arm race.</title><content type='html'>freedom     &lt;em&gt;n&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-condition of being free; state of not being a prisoner or slave&lt;br /&gt;-right to act, speak, etc as one pleases without interference&lt;br /&gt;-state of being unrestricted in one's actions; liberty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont understand why rules are made in the first place, why is there a cap and limit to everything one does. how can one attain total freedom, without having to listen to instruction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we goes older? yes, we may be free from the curfew of our parents. free from the education system, legally enable us to purchase cigarettes, alcohols. we can have our first intercourse. for fuck cant this be entitled to us in a young age? With this liberty, we exchanged for another, we have to pay income tax, because government say so, we have to contribute to CPF, becuase government is helping us to save for the future, we must face the unreasonable orders from our superiors at work, bacuase our father dont own the company.&lt;br /&gt;if these are really neccessary, why is it that so many people isn enjoying life like they wanted to? why is it that so many people are trying to break these rules and instill another equally manipulative orders?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;running away isnt necessary avoiding the reality.&lt;br /&gt;it puts you in a world of your own, your rules, your life, your everything.&lt;br /&gt;at least we wont be chasing the endless demands and needs, just our own rights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i really need to slow down my pace. stop trying too hard to grow older than what im actually.im just 17 going on 18. its should be the period of life in which im suppose to be bumping my head into new discoveries and lifestyle. where i should actually answer all the question my curiosity led me to. The depressive money making lifestyle shouldnt be one im suppose to be in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but...&lt;br /&gt;18 doesnt sound young, its like a milestone in life, one step closer to adulthood.&lt;br /&gt;fuck that please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe i should be like all the other guys in the group, get hooked and move on. love seems to be in the air for everyone uh. CATCH ME LEH. IM AVAILABLE. i wont be fussy people. i may consider junkai for the last resort. so people. GRAB ME, IM VERY ELIGIBLE. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dungball ending. fuck it man.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9871034-4292211005186647759?l=untouchable10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9871034/posts/default/4292211005186647759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9871034/posts/default/4292211005186647759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untouchable10.blogspot.com/2007/01/its-goddamn-arm-race.html' title='it&apos;s an goddamn arm race.'/><author><name>koonann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05412641406727202041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-9871034.post-53638117464930392</id><published>2007-01-15T01:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-15T02:18:38.434+08:00</updated><title type='text'>walking contradiction</title><content type='html'>is one having too much of character means he is hot-headed and impulsive?&lt;br /&gt;when two ego clash, how do you tell who's right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its a very disturbing subject when it comes to my temper. and i have explain myself like more than a trillion time.&lt;br /&gt;no one is to be shortchanged is this society.&lt;br /&gt;not you, not me, not anyone.&lt;br /&gt;when it comes to equality among status, its fucking difference from comparing your manhood to mine please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if your mother give birth to 12 babies in one shot, breaking maybe tonnes of whole record, appearing on the cover of every newspaper wholewide. you are still like every plain jane or average joe. this doesnt give you the immunity to be challenged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just by believing in this, believing that one for one, you take what you gives. im branded someone with a very serious attitude problem. fuck you bitches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just cant bring myself to stand there, heads down and listen to some john doe giving me a trashing because we are in a position of customers and retail staff. we are suppose to give in to what our customer demand, for christ sake, tell me by doing this i'll get a pay rise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when one dont gives another respect, is it worth to show him respect.&lt;br /&gt;someone told me by not showing any respect for that person, it shows that you are as inhuman as him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;walking contradiction?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont believe money means status, status means having the right to shortchange people, that a cobbler is not allow to fall in love with a princess, that white people are easier to be taken advantage, that blacks only mix around with the hommies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i believe that one should stick by one's thinking. just because zoe tay say by swallowing its healthy then i also must swallow. i simply have no regrtes in my action or whatever i do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its just not easy to be yourself..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i hate the ending myself, but it started with an alright scene.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9871034-53638117464930392?l=untouchable10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9871034/posts/default/53638117464930392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9871034/posts/default/53638117464930392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untouchable10.blogspot.com/2007/01/is-one-having-too-much-of-character.html' title='walking contradiction'/><author><name>koonann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05412641406727202041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-9871034.post-2296277695080595137</id><published>2007-01-02T00:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-02T01:55:11.044+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Disenchanted.</title><content type='html'>i couldnt think of anything better to start the new year with the cliche-ridden style of  blogging about my new year resolution. honestly, i couldnt think of any resolution for myself either. out with the 'i-want-to-be-a-better-person' bulls, be practical and straighforward like this,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I, GOH KOON ANN, wants to know more girls in 2007, if you wear skirt, you are very welcome to be my acquaintance. this statement is not liable for any responsibility if you are not very uh, glamorous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tell me guys, did i voice out that little secrets you been trying so hard to deny?&lt;br /&gt;dont shake your head la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, done with the crappy ranting.&lt;br /&gt;2006 wouldnt be occupying too much memory in me. i consider this a wasted year, really wasted, i missed schooling with all the guys, lagged one year and i havent swallowed this bitter fact. irritaing education system, tell me how useful mathematics will be to my future, like very much applicable to daily life.&lt;br /&gt;one year of working and my bank account balance seems like a carbon copy of the sum before i step into the hypocrite dominating society.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just one word to discribe. uneventful.&lt;br /&gt;and ugh to end 2006 off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friends, what is their worth to everyone of us? friends can be a person one knows and likes, but who is not in a relation or it could be a person being addressed in public. you met someone once but didnt have any conversation, the next time you met him again. you too addressed him as your friend. tell me how deep these word really means.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friends, im happy with my little bunch of trueful friends, who've been sticking up with me. i've lost some.&lt;br /&gt;we've always been asking each other, will we be like this 10 years down the roads? or when our friendship last as long as we want. the question is not about the future, instead just how much will you do to keep it going. i love and appreciate little thoughts and surprise from friends. just a msg makes me feel contended. nothing else plays a figure of paramount importance than them, as cliche as it may sound thou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i meant what i said if you ever doubt it.&lt;br /&gt;i couldnt think of any more stuff to make it inspiring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go people! strive for your own 2007!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;不想做你的好朋友&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/9871034-2296277695080595137?l=untouchable10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9871034/posts/default/2296277695080595137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9871034/posts/default/2296277695080595137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untouchable10.blogspot.com/2007/01/disenchanted.html' title='Disenchanted.'/><author><name>koonann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05412641406727202041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-9871034.post-5900113167383987359</id><published>2006-12-11T23:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-12T00:10:47.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dirty Business.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;While i was answering mother nature's call today, thoughts of being a toilet nuisance cross my mind. BUT, im a good boy, so thoughts are just thoughts....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;voice out your fustration of having to squeeze out your crap. Hold on your "NGGGGGG" as loudly as possible, machiam like pregnant. and in between, assure yourself by repeating 'push' 'push hardly' 'coming out' 'i see it'. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;use the toilet roll and wet it into a big lump of ball. then standing as far as possible, dunk the ball into the toilet bowl. the 'THOMP' sound will be of devastating effects. i always giggled to myself when someone from the next cubicle let off his crap, the 'thomp' turns me on thou. LOL&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;heave a loud sigh of relief. 'ahhhhhhhhhhhh'. then finish it with a shiok.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Play porn with your handphone. dont switch off the audio. try to make others think you are masturbating. dont ask me how, i never try before maybe you can tell me how.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;knock on the next cubicle and ask them if they mine to lend you some toilet paper. when they slot to you, wipe your ass and return them. you lend mar, lend must return what.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;fart repeatedly, then shout, 'eh, dont fart leh' &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;Every visit to the toilet can be really entertaining now. make your next experience enjoyable! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;i wish i was there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9871034-5900113167383987359?l=untouchable10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9871034/posts/default/5900113167383987359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9871034/posts/default/5900113167383987359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untouchable10.blogspot.com/2006/12/while-i-was-answering-mother-natures.html' title='Dirty Business.'/><author><name>koonann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05412641406727202041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-9871034.post-2562916131088507300</id><published>2006-12-01T01:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-01T02:02:47.112+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MIA</title><content type='html'>Im back working in amara recently and have been working in quite a number of weddings. to be honest, it really excite me and i always anticipate eagerly for the night.&lt;br /&gt;i love to observe the wedding ceremony. how interesting the video montage will be, what trick the groom will come out with to express how sincere he is and almost all the small little detail in the preparations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while waiting for the door to be open or when there is time for a breather, i dont know why, but i keep imagine myself as the groom. put myself in their shoe and try to imagine how the wedding will turn out. like who will be attending the wedding all this la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and just that day while having dinner with the two girls, they were talking about us gathering together for so and so's wedding. like whether it will still be that big group of us. its really fun to reminiscing and thinking forward at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;there was a question of a doubt whether our friendship will stay as strong as what we are maintaining now. i always think postive as i have te strongest faith in our brotherhood. definitely we will be there attending each other's wedding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but recently, its getting rather disturbing that MR TAY KOKHONG is showing signs of drifting from our group! where the fuck have you been messing around dickhead! soccer never see you, go out never see you. online you away from keyboard. DAMN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL. i think the ending have no link with the opening sia..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9871034-2562916131088507300?l=untouchable10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9871034/posts/default/2562916131088507300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9871034/posts/default/2562916131088507300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untouchable10.blogspot.com/2006/12/mia.html' title='MIA'/><author><name>koonann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05412641406727202041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-9871034.post-4750156120639773639</id><published>2006-11-24T00:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-25T00:36:57.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'>better than me?</title><content type='html'>nothing exciting happening in life right now except for work work and more work.. come on, be generous, entertain me. ASK ME OUT!(i might consider..) haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really hate ass licking muthafuckers. i mean seriously what do you get when you fight to complete all the god damn work. and then complain and whine how tiring it is to do everything with no help.&lt;br /&gt;no one is the noob, you are. bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;why'd you go and break what's already broken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i try to take a breath but im already choking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;how long till this go away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i try to remember to forget you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;but you creep into everything i do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;she said&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;she said&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;she said she's sorry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;she say she wants to be friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;with one finger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i said fuck that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;we never really had the closure, this cant be the end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;you deserve much better than me.&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/9871034-4750156120639773639?l=untouchable10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9871034/posts/default/4750156120639773639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9871034/posts/default/4750156120639773639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untouchable10.blogspot.com/2006/11/better-than-me_24.html' title='better than me?'/><author><name>koonann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05412641406727202041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-9871034.post-7166736015319087228</id><published>2006-11-15T20:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T20:43:23.509+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Karl Lagerfeld</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;i came across his rather interesting articles the other from a newspaper. its a vainty fair 'proust questionnaire' done by a famous designer Karl lagerfeld.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Q: What is your idea of perfect happiness?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: I am perfectly happy as long as i dont ask myself if i am happy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Q: What do you consider the most overrated virtue?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: Manipulative religious hypocrisy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Q: What do you dislike most about your appearance?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: I spend my life working on that subject.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Q: what do you consider your greatest achievement?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;A: It may sound strange: myself or what i did with myself - how i manipulate myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Q: What is your greatest regret?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: I have little regrets for wrongdoings of my past. just a little remorse...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Q: What do you regard as the lowest depth of misery?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;A: Health, unwanted loneliness, and to be honest- to be poor; or the three together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Q: how would you like to die?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: i hate the idea of death - i prefer to disappear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;witty aint he?! A true brainiac!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;ambivalent.ambivalent.ambivalent.ambivalent.ambivalent.ambivalent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;i dont know when i started to have this ambivalent attitude towards you.&lt;br /&gt;i dont know what you want or how to get inside of you. and i have never stop trying. does everything i do get straight to you? you ever understand my worth?&lt;br /&gt;it seems like you prefer to be hurt, that always attract you uh.&lt;br /&gt;for all this time you have never really let go, and im dumb enough to fall for it....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9871034-7166736015319087228?l=untouchable10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9871034/posts/default/7166736015319087228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9871034/posts/default/7166736015319087228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untouchable10.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-came-across-his-rather-interesting.html' title='Karl Lagerfeld'/><author><name>koonann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05412641406727202041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-9871034.post-116236574257787109</id><published>2006-11-01T15:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T20:14:29.771+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;in reality you are not so keen to show me anything, and i thought you like me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;all i wanted was some evidence, that your really like me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Maybe its all too much, how come we're so messed up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;maybe i'm just too much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;hey, show some love..&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/9871034-116236574257787109?l=untouchable10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9871034/posts/default/116236574257787109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9871034/posts/default/116236574257787109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untouchable10.blogspot.com/2006/11/in-reality-you-are-not-so-keen-to-show_01.html' title=''/><author><name>koonann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05412641406727202041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-9871034.post-116179695837766704</id><published>2006-10-26T01:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T20:14:29.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'>when things are meant to be right turn out wrong.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;i dont know what to post and whats up with the title. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;just here to waste some five minutes of my time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;that soon will turn into ten minutes, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then 1 hour&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then the night will pass,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and the same old damn routine starts all over again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and again,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;until the again become again and again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;well, i know you want to slap the hell out of me right now,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i dare you to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;KO-ed anyway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and i thought fatigue is pulling down me too much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but you add a mountain on my back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;dont get it wrong, im not implying brokeback,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and definitely not doing poetry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;just..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to say....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;what..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i dont know what i want to say.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;bah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and what could be worse than spending a lonely night alone,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;with paris hilton singing 'Do Ya Think Im Sexy' on the player.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;paris,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i think you are. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Amen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9871034-116179695837766704?l=untouchable10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9871034/posts/default/116179695837766704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9871034/posts/default/116179695837766704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untouchable10.blogspot.com/2006/10/when-things-are-meant-to-be-right-turn.html' title='when things are meant to be right turn out wrong.'/><author><name>koonann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05412641406727202041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-9871034.post-116050530639212497</id><published>2006-10-11T00:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T20:14:29.339+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the trouble with girl is...</title><content type='html'>i was wandering what really separates a male and a female. Beside the obvious differentiation in organs, what else?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be honest, i couldnt disagree more when i heard people talking about 'ladies first'. if this is so, why is it so hard for many to accept that many women are climbing up the rank in the office faster than men do. just another case of hypocrisy? it really make me wonder why a women will always be view in a different angle when they achieved something 'phenomenal'. like when this lady is a head chef in a reputable kitchen. very surprising meh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It peeves me so much when sexual discrimination sets in. its not im biaas towards my own gender. it really is so super irritating. and i have a classic example to back my opinion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just recently, last sunday, while i was on my way down to century square's outlet to relief, i was walking in a straight direction and there's this girl( dont know is malay or indian) walking in my opposite direction towards me. she saw me arh, to make it clear. so, after passing the newspaper kiosk, i was about to cut in my left. So i duly turn and she, walking in a fast pace and looking at the other direction collide with me. MY FAULT ARH? i said sorry and expecting a smile or what from her to indicate its alright. you know what greeted me? she looking at me slant eyed and breathing with the nostrils of a dragon. Machiam want eat me up like that. i just stare her back and walk off. then this passer by was looking at me like i killed someone. seriously, its not that she have to rush to be reincarnated or what, and she is suffering from anorexia nervosa, also nothing for me to take advantage of right. Machiam suffering from osterporosis, , bone very brittle like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and another day, i was out with i forget who. and then we were ordering something and when im about to pay, she also took out her money. the auntie took mine and said, 'the guy should pay'. well, i will be glad to make it my treat but the auntie is like speaking in a stereotypical manner that pissed me off. when we guys were talking about it, kianloong said:' tell the auntie, "auntie! nan nu ping deng (equality in gender)". LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chauvinistic men is also something hard for me to swallow. it irks me when i heard, aiyah, girls are not worth what you are doing la, just take the chance, screw them and dump them la. when a men behave like a prig, it really make me feel sad for their other partner. saying yes to their every endless unreasonable command. this is where i believe equality sets in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont know why, but i love this word call Unisex. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, and as what i was saying above. the difference between a men a women is their different idealogy of sex and sex appeal.&lt;br /&gt;women brand men treacherous when they gaze at women and their figure. i dont know why, but its just natural instinct. i believ its something to do with jealousy. maybe their are green with envy and another thing is there is nothing that really turn them on from a handsome guy's figure. i dont think you get arouse when looking at flat nipples and bulky underpart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And they think its stupid when men watch football match or play football. often refering to it as, 22 men chasing after one dead ball, just a waste of time. and the funny thing is they engage themselves in long hours of manicure, pedicure, make up sessions, hair saloon visit. and you know for what? just to look nice for a few hours when they go out. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its late, and i cant think of anything anymore, except trying to pull my sinking eyelid up. and to make things more fustrating, i have to work tomorrow! stock day some more.&lt;br /&gt;bye peeps!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;'Cos you give me something&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;That makes me scared, alright&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;And this could be nothing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;But I'm willing to give it a try&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Please give me something&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Cos someday I might know my heart&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/9871034-116050530639212497?l=untouchable10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9871034/posts/default/116050530639212497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9871034/posts/default/116050530639212497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untouchable10.blogspot.com/2006/10/trouble-with-girl-is.html' title='the trouble with girl is...'/><author><name>koonann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05412641406727202041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-9871034.post-115869220604399569</id><published>2006-09-20T02:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T20:14:28.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the difference between martyrdom and suicide is press coverage</title><content type='html'>ever wonder what's the best way to gauge one's maturity? no, its not about who speak the loudest, like being in the age of chivalry. empty vessels make the most noise. agree? you may have the mould and calibre of a commander, but its' just another big turn off when everything that came out just shows that you are a person with brain the size of a pea. (pea sounds big, maybe having it the size of lizard poo?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and not forgetting, action speaks louder than words. and this doesn't mean that throwing in punches and kicks in full strength signifies you are a man of great integrity. it links back to the brain, think before you do anything, even a light pat on the shoulder makes a big difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it peeves me when i have to read contends as rotten as trash, and worse as foully as 1000 corpse. and it peeves me more when everything make no sense but end up as just a case of hypersensitivity. maybe some people are born with fewer brain cells and have intellectual problems, that doesnt give them a very good excuse to show how unfortunate they are. (in any case, i hope it's not out to get some sympathy, but i will still give them the benefit of a doubt)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, blog more tomorrow, but to get the record straight, being the bravest doesnt mean you must have all those pecs and abs, its about the balls and the brain. daring is not a challenge, its just a opportunity for other to do what you cant do.&lt;br /&gt;kids, its time to get away from those monkey bars and see-saw. you can try to stuff more banana in your mouth, so as to not show your stupidity.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9871034-115869220604399569?l=untouchable10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9871034/posts/default/115869220604399569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9871034/posts/default/115869220604399569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untouchable10.blogspot.com/2006/09/difference-between-martyrdom-and.html' title='the difference between martyrdom and suicide is press coverage'/><author><name>koonann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05412641406727202041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-9871034.post-115713335330769650</id><published>2006-09-02T01:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T20:14:28.767+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the glam and not so glam....</title><content type='html'>i suddenly felt how shameful and so not glamorous it is to watch Singapore idol while catching my weekly Rock Star: Supernova. i just cant help to compare, how 'rock' paul twohill is compare to the true rockers of Rock Star: Supernova.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;evidence of how one of the contestant, and my favourite, Lukas Rossi beating Paul twohill hands down..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2272/738/1600/20060827_Episode209B_0038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 247px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 324px" height="320" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2272/738/320/20060827_Episode209B_0038.jpg" width="224" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LUKAS ROSSI&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;VS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PAUL TWOHILL&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2272/738/1600/Paul-Twohill2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 193px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 322px" height="319" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2272/738/320/Paul-Twohill2.jpg" width="101" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;and also women tennis is going a huge step forward with their evening gowns costumes. the women i have a crush on..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2272/738/1600/full.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 183px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 303px" height="302" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2272/738/320/full.0.jpg" width="201" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2272/738/1600/sharavopa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 158px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 301px" height="318" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2272/738/320/sharavopa.jpg" width="176" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;And, the not so glam.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 264px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 370px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="355" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2272/738/320/serena%20williams.jpg" width="250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;asian inspired outfit. gross. and also, something tasty under the armpit for you to crack about. i wonder what's that residue sia, lick andd try people. =D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9871034-115713335330769650?l=untouchable10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9871034/posts/default/115713335330769650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9871034/posts/default/115713335330769650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untouchable10.blogspot.com/2006/09/glam-and-not-so-glam.html' title='the glam and not so glam....'/><author><name>koonann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05412641406727202041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-9871034.post-115669488056895791</id><published>2006-08-28T00:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T20:14:28.582+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If life could be like that</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/HO4GSZCkN7w"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/HO4GSZCkN7w" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;simply awesome video, when life and death could be seen easily.&lt;br /&gt;argh, reality is a completely different thing. &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;em&gt;If everyone cared and nobody cried&lt;br /&gt;If everyone loved and nobody lied&lt;br /&gt;If everyone shared and swallowed their pride&lt;br /&gt;We'd see the day when nobody died&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9871034-115669488056895791?l=untouchable10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9871034/posts/default/115669488056895791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9871034/posts/default/115669488056895791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untouchable10.blogspot.com/2006/08/if-life-could-be-like-that_28.html' title='If life could be like that'/><author><name>koonann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05412641406727202041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-9871034.post-115643864630869996</id><published>2006-08-24T23:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T20:14:28.139+08:00</updated><title type='text'>if only...</title><content type='html'>A few articles in todays newspaper caught my attention, and it set me thinking, why cant there be one day without any commotion. when every article is about lifestyle instead of warfare, deaths, dispute, financial crisis.&lt;br /&gt;wont it be nice if one day you just switch on to news time and the newscaster says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, WE HAVE NO NEWS TODAY. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(completed with a peace hand sign and a retarded smile)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;reality check please, okay, back to the topic. well, the articles are about the parents, ambushing their children, bringing them up to court as beyond parental control cases. do this people see their children as their flesh and blood? or instead they see them as an accident of not practising safe sex. Even how hopeless and rebellious their children is, at the end of the day, they are still the product of them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;in my opinion, the parents instead should be sued. i am not saying this because i am trying to do a Eminem, but think, whose fault is it that the children get astray? no, not the bad influence, not the media. but the parents themselves for not reaching out to their children, not able to understand them, not able to spent quality time with them and maybe their many restictions. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;the least one can do is to encourage and stick with them, not giving up hope. also, restriction is not protection, restriction is mainly passed down as one's dislike and protection is a form of care. i may be biasd, but i believe in educating in a soft approach. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;a classic example, if a parents want to know what type of friends their children is hanging out with, simply just ask! you can do it in a different way by asking them over for sleepover, dinner or join the family in activities. isnt this a better idea then behaving surreptitiously? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;uh, easily said than done. HAHAHAHA.&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;so, now, the world really dont seems so picturesque afterall. so, me, with nothing better to do, actually thought of a purrr-fect idea to beautify it. that is..... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;HAHA, im gonna dragged it. have a introduction first. well, today's planet earth is advancing so fast in technologies, but i still find these new technologies rather brainless. yes, im talking about Adobe phtoshop. their are indeed cleaver to have such a wonderful programme to edit every photo until they appeared almost flawless. now, think about it, if they make use of Adobe photoshop and make it into a microchip to plant into everybody's head, wont it be awesome?! simply photoshop everything the way you want it in your mind and everything would simply be b-e-a-u-tiful! even Xu ChunMei could be picture as paris hilton. heeharha. i wonder why im such a genius. &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;and also, its scary to think how fast the technologies are advancing. who knows? maybe one day people can have their prayers and confession texted to be answered. no religious offence arh. hahahahaha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9871034-115643864630869996?l=untouchable10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9871034/posts/default/115643864630869996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9871034/posts/default/115643864630869996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untouchable10.blogspot.com/2006/08/if-only.html' title='if only...'/><author><name>koonann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05412641406727202041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-9871034.post-115626903718440157</id><published>2006-08-23T01:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T20:14:27.871+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the incredible sulk.</title><content type='html'>i think its a matter of time before i blow up, there's a limit to everybody's tolerance. i have a limit too, just that it seems incrediblely short. And someone is living on borrowed time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate to be greeted by someone with a stuck up manner, almost every single day. asking repeated question and find silent the only reply. so get a grip, dont fucking behave like a deaf or mute. simply you have a problem with me, just screw the wall, i dont need any 'i think we should sit down and talk of our problems'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know my fault better than you do. if you cant take nonsense, i cant see the point in you living in this planet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now screw off.&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;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;unlock yourself?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9871034-115626903718440157?l=untouchable10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9871034/posts/default/115626903718440157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9871034/posts/default/115626903718440157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untouchable10.blogspot.com/2006/08/incredible-sulk.html' title='the incredible sulk.'/><author><name>koonann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05412641406727202041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-9871034.post-115592344535872835</id><published>2006-08-19T01:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T20:14:27.597+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Men, maybe?</title><content type='html'>being a men often means you must be...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-gentle (im not too sure, i reckon it must be as men are always referred as gentlemen).&lt;br /&gt;-sometimes strong, tough and also steady.&lt;br /&gt;-a little bad, the way a women wants it.&lt;br /&gt;-able to remain calm and make acurate and precise decisions.&lt;br /&gt;-behave in a masculine way (dont rule out metrosexuals, being vain doesnt means feminine!)&lt;br /&gt;-united.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;being a man myself (im not a boy already), its hit my nerve when i see people of the same sex behaving in a rather disoriented way. seriously, be someone with a penis!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a few example that makes me wanna grab that guy by the nuts and squueze and turn till it turn blue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as i was making my way out of McDonald today, at the doorway, my eye caught this rather cute girl, big eye and rosy cheeks. she was coming in while i was going out. she was looking in my direction and so being me, i smiled at her and she smiled back. and then when i look towards her back, i was greeted with a rather sickening glare of one of her guy friend. giving me that se-what-see look. it ended when we pass each other.&lt;br /&gt;i wonder if he's jealous that i didnt smile at him or that he's just annoyed that im looking at his friend. come on, dont so stingy lar, must share. LOL. i mean, if im with some pretty girl ad people were like looking at her, at least not in a pervertic way like staring at the bosom or trying to get some upskirt actions, i would too be happy, instead of giving a sickening look, i would instead twink my eyebrow, "dude, envy eh?" its more of a MAN thing lar. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and there's another similar incident, being the usual me, i was turning my head here and there and suddenly  this man was giving me the sickening face i was addressing up there. i was rather puzzled. i know him? then i realised he was with a women and thought that i was looking at her. the best thing is. i didnt even know whether his girlfriend looks like a cow or a goat!&lt;br /&gt;get a grip, you are not with some gorgeous babes that make head turn, i guess you are rather pressurize if you seems to be so paranoid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and there's this middle aged man, really crack me up. he was having some sort of a minor arguement with his wife, which is absolutely his fault. he left something in the car, i suppose, cant really remember and his wife was like so pissed, nagging and screaming at him. he argued backed. an then his wife asked. "who is the one who left the stuffs in the car?' and he return back with a nonchalet tone, "i dont know?" HAHAHAHA. you should see his wife face, fucking speechless and briming with fire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, men, when they turn 30 or something, their mind will always be car, soccer, sex and coffe khakis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and ladies, they have their faults too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like this girl i met, rather sensitive and like answering the question before she even asked. i dislike girls who always jump to silly conclusions. the msg goes like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: wanna have lunch later? i can go around 4.30.&lt;br /&gt;her: need accompany then find me, what a friend.&lt;br /&gt;me (wtf?) : hey, i just asked if you wanna eat and you tell me so many other thing, fine then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and she never did replied, till now. crazy bugger. as if my kind offer for a lunch date step on her tail, she turn around to step mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and girl who whine like fuck. turns me off. (look at yingting)&lt;br /&gt;no offence! hahahahahahahahaha. i just run out of ideas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye guys and gals. night time. off to slumberland.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9871034-115592344535872835?l=untouchable10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9871034/posts/default/115592344535872835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9871034/posts/default/115592344535872835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untouchable10.blogspot.com/2006/08/men-maybe.html' title='Men, maybe?'/><author><name>koonann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05412641406727202041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-9871034.post-115583373598291818</id><published>2006-08-18T00:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T20:14:27.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy birthday to kokhong (yesterday)</title><content type='html'>well, our guofeng have finally grow one year older. i hope he had a wonderful day yesterday with us, though i know you are absolutely delighted. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he in his birthday suit, ironically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2272/738/1600/16082006(003)-001.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 335px" height="335" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2272/738/320/16082006%28003%29-001.0.jpg" width="240" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, a rather fruitful day (&lt;em&gt;pizza&lt;/em&gt;full day to be exact) the good old meeting up days, talking trash, doing stun, what more could you asked for. gave him a&lt;br /&gt;rather eye-catching present, a globe-full one. hapy globe day to him anyway. heeheehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;caught click and we had our usual practice, drawing lots on who get to sit beside fart machine chia siah mong. well, i happen to strike lottery that day and to put icing on the cake, i earned myself a seat beside the ultimate farter.&lt;br /&gt;more to blog, but running out of brain juice,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;TO BE CONTINUED.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9871034-115583373598291818?l=untouchable10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9871034/posts/default/115583373598291818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9871034/posts/default/115583373598291818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untouchable10.blogspot.com/2006/08/happy-birthday-to-kokhong-yesterday.html' title='happy birthday to kokhong (yesterday)'/><author><name>koonann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05412641406727202041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-9871034.post-115539973557750034</id><published>2006-08-13T00:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T20:14:27.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a fever i cant sweat out</title><content type='html'>feeling rather not myself recently, fucking lethargic.&lt;br /&gt;and to add to this misery, im going to turn blind when all this shit starts appearing now and then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-fat women who pouts.&lt;br /&gt;-justice bao.&lt;br /&gt;-'arcade machine' whats up with all the arse crack!?&lt;br /&gt;and lastly, i have to face junkai's 'ng one-lump' hairstyle, which is is fucking fugly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2272/738/1600/08082006(003).0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 321px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" height="240" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2272/738/320/08082006%28003%29.0.jpg" width="433" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2272/738/1600/08082006(004).0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2272/738/320/08082006%28004%29.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;he can sway his hair better than paul twohill, of course with much charisma and style.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;our very own NG ONELUMP! the future lux-boy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oops. well, im not gonna continue unless i can think of something more witty than this.&lt;br /&gt;p.s. junkai, im sure this wont cause any dont-want-friend-you bust up again uh?&lt;br /&gt;disclaimer: sorry if i scare the shit out of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;your name is 'cheap', and you look like shit.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;talk to the mirror, choke back tears, and keep telling yourself,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"i'm a diva i'm a diva!"&lt;/em&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/9871034-115539973557750034?l=untouchable10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9871034/posts/default/115539973557750034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9871034/posts/default/115539973557750034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untouchable10.blogspot.com/2006/08/fever-i-cant-sweat-out_115539973557750034.html' title='a fever i cant sweat out'/><author><name>koonann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05412641406727202041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-9871034.post-115487670818447943</id><published>2006-08-06T22:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T20:14:26.471+08:00</updated><title type='text'>anger management.</title><content type='html'>here goes, the quote of the day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;you all can blog, i can block.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;-the man on super block mode.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;mr dont-mess-with-me-i-block seems to have a very big problem. and i bet it is hard to pronouce.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cant you be more magnanimous on the attention we have been giving you? okay, i have been thinking that we definitely had gone overboard with our jokes. you are a human after all. and we only have ourself to blame for you blocking us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and before i even had a chance to really apologise to you sincerely and treat you the way you deserve to be treated, with respect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but now, after what i have read and heard. you deserve nothing more than a ticket to hell. you fucking childish narrow-minded nutless brainless dickless faggot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate to fire insult after insult, what more does it do me good except for earning myself a journey to hell with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just when everything seems to be over, no one bringing up the weizhen saga. you brought out your overhype overrated case again. this time unblocking junkai and telling him some shits over friendship. you are totally behaving like a whining baby, or maybe some kindergarden kids. telling some kids who stole your toy,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;i dont want friend you le, hmph.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess you took our joke too seriously that you have been drove into depression. but i guess your self-steem that is so strong that you are hiding behind your own shadow. thinking that we considered you as inferior because you always happen to be the joke.&lt;br /&gt;now, thats what YOU think, bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and by teasing you, it means that we are intruding your freedom, now get a life, i doubt you even have one. please, come on, when you are suppose to use your brain, you dont, instead you think of all this crazy wild thoughts about breaking a friendship with those we tease you.&lt;br /&gt;to be serious, when did you ever see junkai ever so angry? we smacked his head, we challenged him to lame dares, we call him fat. did he ever get pissed off? why? because he know we still care about him at the end of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and by finding a profile done up for you offending, are you gonna kill the person who tell you straight in the face that you have a small penis, and that even vigra cant make it any visible?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after all your childish dont-want-friend-you bust up, i still see you as a friend, even if you dont see us as one. and you will always stay as the status of the biggest......... joke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now get a poke in the anal to wake you up from your depression. thats what you have been after all along, isnt it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9871034-115487670818447943?l=untouchable10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9871034/posts/default/115487670818447943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9871034/posts/default/115487670818447943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untouchable10.blogspot.com/2006/08/anger-management.html' title='anger management.'/><author><name>koonann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05412641406727202041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-9871034.post-115432337655331408</id><published>2006-07-31T13:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T20:14:26.344+08:00</updated><title type='text'>evolution</title><content type='html'>to all girls who are not proud of your assets. here's a helpful consolation to yourself.:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;A can become C, C can become G. small can become larger.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;-&lt;em&gt;quote from your saviour, jolin tsai.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;byebye, flat chest!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the magicianS of love seems to be overly agitated. he blocked me in MSN. LOL, how petty and humourless he is. i see no point in his every sentence he told fellow victim, junkai, and good samaritan gibson and pheng, he said, (to pheng and gibson who were not block):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you want me block you arhx?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whats the deal? i mean, seriously, do we get honoured?&lt;br /&gt;seriously, i cant believe out of 10,000 sperms, he was the quickest, man.&lt;br /&gt;sometimes, it dont really indicate there's a hole in your head if you do think with a open mind.&lt;br /&gt;i think you are suffering from constipation of the head, as i see that you dont digest my joke well enough, and also diarrhea of the mouth, as everywords you said stink like fuck.&lt;br /&gt;i hope you read this, you sick ass brain in the ass moron.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;well, you cant blame me for being mean, do you?&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/9871034-115432337655331408?l=untouchable10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9871034/posts/default/115432337655331408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9871034/posts/default/115432337655331408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untouchable10.blogspot.com/2006/07/evolution.html' title='evolution'/><author><name>koonann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05412641406727202041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-9871034.post-115418997599037668</id><published>2006-07-30T00:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T20:14:26.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unsaid things.</title><content type='html'>I tend to have this really sickening problem of not speaking out my emotions.&lt;br /&gt;I cant helped it, too many chance lost, no experience gained.&lt;br /&gt;I came across this blog at friendster of someone I havent being contacting for as long as I can remember. I dont know why we lost contact, I still remembered her saying that she had this feeling we would lost contact one day. And yeah, it came true.&lt;br /&gt;after reading one of the blog entry, I really want to slap myself hard. I totally didnt know what she's feeling, I didnt know all the things I done mean so much to her. and maybe, how much she dont want everything to end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im lost of words, dont think she will be reading this, but still, apologies may not be much of a concern to her anymore le.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the post was up recently, she still remember everything so clearly while i have to search for all the memories hiding under the closet at the other corner of my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im such a big retard......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9871034-115418997599037668?l=untouchable10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9871034/posts/default/115418997599037668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9871034/posts/default/115418997599037668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untouchable10.blogspot.com/2006/07/unsaid-things.html' title='Unsaid things.'/><author><name>koonann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05412641406727202041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-9871034.post-115409832785747959</id><published>2006-07-28T22:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T20:14:25.995+08:00</updated><title type='text'>departures.</title><content type='html'>i almost do a zidane on my computer screen when the story of the day of soccernet.com caught my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;RUUD'S REAL DEAL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ruud Van Nistelrooy, my all time favourite striker signed for real madrid. wahlao eh, first beckham, now nistelrooy. alex ferguson is always so stupid to sell away his prized asset. for a cheap deal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;first, look at beckham, although a 25m pound deal is considered high, how's what manchester united missed out:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;less income on jerseys expenditures.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;on the endorsement deal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;more fans.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;poor delivery on the right wing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2 premier league titles.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;lack of van nistelrooy's goal (which i believe lead to his poor form)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&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;yes, his replacement, cristiano ronaldo is doing a good job too. but they are players of two different calibre. many says beckham is overrated, i think they are just bunch of idiots who think that supporting beckham means they have shallow knowledge of football. or maybe they want to be different. im not his biggest fan, i dont scream his name everywhere he goes, but i dont deny that his actually a dream player in a team. why, for his's simply the best deliverer. look at his contribution to real madrid last season, even though they didnt win the la liga, stats tells all, he is the most consistent player. he provided all most of the assists, no doubt. &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;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;then, now cristiano ronaldo, signed under the many request of united's top star. players with immerse potential, rising star. after a startling debut, everyone thought he's bigger than beckham. i thought so too. his skills and technique are mesmerising, he's a pretty face too. he too contributed to united in a huge way. he scored goals, his run create opportunity. but he is selfish and showy. you cant deny it. i always curse him when he cant get good cross in and slowly it turn to a normal sight. LOL, his cross are really poor, but his still a good player i must say. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;lay back styled beckham and gung ho attacker ronaldo. two different player. so this explain why i said alex ferguson didnt sign someone to fill in beckham's boot. he did however produce a new breed of player good enough to fill in ryan giggs instead. &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;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;so, now with van nistelrooy joining the already galaxies of stars in madrid, who is united going to partner with Rooney? Saha never prove to be a good signing to me, Rossi? still growing and not a clinical striker like Nistelrooy. Smith is one i think having the striker quality, he's agressive, he's brave, but not a fox-in-the box type player van the man is. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i was rather looking forward to the arrival of fernando torres from athletic madrid, but he instead pledge loyalty to the club, and also luca toni's move remain a rumour. cursed luck. LOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;also, only with newly to-be-unveiled new signing micheal carrick as the sole signing, im worried for manchester united. carrick is a big player capable of feeling in keane's boots. but i would prefer gennaro guttuso instead, or andrea pirlo. these italian guys are better experience and reliable. &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;more effort on the transfer is what's neccessay to a new campaign.&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;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;however, with ruud joining real, i hope they better win the la liga. but i think they havent done enough. no signing in midfield, except for emerson, filling in makelele space instead of zidane's. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;ruud arrival add to their big name up front of ronaldo, raul, baptista, robinho. how to fight?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;cannavaro signing is a masterstroke, now they have a good central defender. and appointment of fabio cappello may be crucial too. he is a worthy manager. after juventus last two impressive season under him. &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;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;fingers cross. manchester united and real madrid better get more silvereware in the cupboard. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9871034-115409832785747959?l=untouchable10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9871034/posts/default/115409832785747959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9871034/posts/default/115409832785747959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untouchable10.blogspot.com/2006/07/departures.html' title='departures.'/><author><name>koonann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05412641406727202041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-9871034.post-115401145835758954</id><published>2006-07-27T22:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T20:14:25.792+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the magician of love.</title><content type='html'>i cant thought of any 17 years old with the nickname 'magician of love' except weizhen or weizheng. (no difference to me anyway).&lt;br /&gt;its been so long ago that i di siao him in msn, jokes wont be funny if you tell it everyday, and sometimes, i sympatise him for having to bear thru my nonsense.&lt;br /&gt;but i almost die of laughter when i saw him put, 'im the love magician' as his nick. HAHAHAHAHA. &lt;em&gt;ai qing mo shu shi&lt;/em&gt; seh.&lt;br /&gt;so me, being that asshole i always am, started to chat with him, and guess what, he told me he got girlfriend liao. and she is, *hold your breathe*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;LIN YI CHENG&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i reincarnated and died of laughing again. oh my fucking god, i cant believe he's one of those guys that put some taiwanese drama actress on their display pic and go gaagaa over them. claiming his magic only work on him and her. my friend sia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;even though he still act like what he always used to be, he's still my friend lar, we must sympatise him for being a late bloomer. HAHAHAHAHA. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;hiyah, actually thought of doing a entry on friends around me and all those thoughts got pollutef, by weizhen's lame language. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;nevertheless, yesterday's soccer session was a joyous one. me pheng junkai gibson really linked up well. been a long time since we last played smooth passing, im really glad to be back playing soccer with you guys sia. hiccup of squabbles in between though didnt spoil the session. argh, im still thinking about the nice play sia. note to junkai, i know its not that yesterday we played well, its that im always not there okay! LOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;cheers!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i almost die the third time after i went back to the conversation with weizhen. realised that he actually put, 'I aM ThE MAGICiANS Of LovE!' magicianS sia. he actually can mutiply into alot sia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;speaking about the 7th month. *slap mouth* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;he just told me those 'friends' are his &lt;em&gt;xiong di.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;mwahahahahaha&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9871034-115401145835758954?l=untouchable10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9871034/posts/default/115401145835758954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9871034/posts/default/115401145835758954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untouchable10.blogspot.com/2006/07/magician-of-love.html' title='the magician of love.'/><author><name>koonann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05412641406727202041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-9871034.post-115332790923546037</id><published>2006-07-20T00:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T20:14:25.575+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the perfect me.</title><content type='html'>imagine god giving you a mannequin. placed right in front of you. how you imagine and design it, it will changed you completely, to the actual duplicate of the mannequin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, how are you going to design it, to be the perfect you?&lt;br /&gt;i have gave much thoughts to what will be the perfect me...........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here goes;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;brain&lt;br /&gt;professor xavier-X's.&lt;br /&gt;for his' simply the ture brainiac. who else can manipulate thoughts and read them effortlessly as he can?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;face&lt;br /&gt;cross breeds of kaka, brad pitt, jude law and orlando bloom.&lt;br /&gt;today's world's most famous face. their plastic surgery like features will then bring me in millions from endorsment. sometimes its fine to want the better of both world, or rather many world.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;voice&lt;br /&gt;ronan keating or jason mraz's.&lt;br /&gt;i think they got sexy voices thou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;body&lt;br /&gt;who else but superman's?&lt;br /&gt;LOL, my all time idol. hey. man of steel leh. mai siao siao. that to die for figure, pecs and chest. awww. super macho curvy washboard figure is the main attraction for more women and endorsment deal. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right arm&lt;br /&gt;maradona's&lt;br /&gt;he's the 'hand of god' afterall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;left arm&lt;br /&gt;cant find any famous left handed.&lt;br /&gt;maybe make it wolverine's. haha. one with claws made from adamantine, the strongest metal.&lt;br /&gt;cool hur. dont need any chopper or knife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fingers.&lt;br /&gt;those of the great da vinci. delivering masterstrokes to his magnificent art piece.&lt;br /&gt;or maybe some great musician? playing a piano is cool. to me la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;testicles&lt;br /&gt;definitely not lance armstrong's. beckham's?&lt;br /&gt;he's the 'goldenball' afterall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right leg.&lt;br /&gt;also beckham's.&lt;br /&gt;he can curl a ball like nobody's business. he can cross a ball without any effort. and that leg is worth millions of dollars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;left leg.&lt;br /&gt;roberto carlos!&lt;br /&gt;i want a canon at my feet. hehehehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tadah, the perfect me, i think will be a total weirdo if there really is one person like this.&lt;br /&gt;the best thing isif you can change someone's look as easy as you wish to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like, for instant.&lt;br /&gt;someone with a very fugly face disturb you. you can move his ass to his face to let everyone know how asshole this person is. cool eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is even better than havng genie! AHAHAHAHA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9871034-115332790923546037?l=untouchable10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9871034/posts/default/115332790923546037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9871034/posts/default/115332790923546037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untouchable10.blogspot.com/2006/07/perfect-me.html' title='the perfect me.'/><author><name>koonann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05412641406727202041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-9871034.post-115306781306533679</id><published>2006-07-17T00:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T20:14:25.387+08:00</updated><title type='text'>obnoxious</title><content type='html'>today, i was asked a rather mind-boggling question. it goes like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(holding on to a purple puma shoe)&lt;br /&gt;women: this one only got one colour arh?&lt;br /&gt;me: yes, mam'&lt;br /&gt;women: got other colours?&lt;br /&gt;me: no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;only then i realise that the women is one master at synthesis transformation. and how much i regret i never gave her a cold hard stare, replying:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think its not neccesary for me to give you another answer for the same question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when people asked question just for the sake of asking, how much does it irrtates you?&lt;br /&gt;it have a huge impact on me thou. because of another redundant question, i have to;&lt;br /&gt;kill my brain cells to think of answering in a different way, if not, a sarcastic way of hitting back to her that how dumb can she be.&lt;br /&gt;move my lips, use my vocal cord, waste some saliva to reply her.&lt;br /&gt;and lastly, to pray that she dont give you another similar question in a different way again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and there's this really funny uncle, he always come to collect our trash.&lt;br /&gt;while waiting for my colleague to pick up the carton, he came to me saying, (in chinese),&lt;br /&gt;friend, i dont have time, make it fast. my time is my money, i cannot waste so many time here. you know time is money? time very precious one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if this is so, i have robbed him of a few dollars, since he spend quite a few seconds talking some sense to me. so, why is he wasting so many money on me? i dont get it leh.&lt;br /&gt;i find him cute rather than irritating, at least he's dilligent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes, it's best to think before you speak. same as applying to those who make promises just to appease someone else. it irks me as much as ill-mannered people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fucking no brainer, make and forget, while the other party just wait wait and wait for you to really relinquished it. if there's no intention to what you say, it always seems better to shut up. because actions always speak louder than words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hiyah, im too bored to continue. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;so, it seems like im a vivtim of some quiz, kill time too, here goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seven random facts about me:&lt;br /&gt;1. i have gold hairs&lt;br /&gt;2. i love my figure.&lt;br /&gt;3. im pathetically poor.&lt;br /&gt;4. im not gay.&lt;br /&gt;5. im very hardworking.&lt;br /&gt;6. i dont tell lie.&lt;br /&gt;7. im drop dead gorgeous. ( thats a fact!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seven things that scare me:&lt;br /&gt;1. needles and injection.&lt;br /&gt;2. monster.&lt;br /&gt;3. ugly girls with sexy backview.&lt;br /&gt;4. whining.&lt;br /&gt;5. jun kai's hair.&lt;br /&gt;6. tan aihua.&lt;br /&gt;7. transvestite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seven songs at the moment:&lt;br /&gt;1. fall out boys- a little less sixteen candles, a little more 'touch me'&lt;br /&gt;2. hoobastank- inside of you.&lt;br /&gt;3. nick lachey- did i ever tell you.&lt;br /&gt;4. lost prophet- rooftop.&lt;br /&gt;5. nelly furtado feat.timberland- promiscuous.&lt;br /&gt;6. goo goo dolls- iris.&lt;br /&gt;7. AFI- miss murder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seven things i like:&lt;br /&gt;1. ladies/ girls/ women.&lt;br /&gt;2. soccer.&lt;br /&gt;3. my friends.&lt;br /&gt;4. hard rock music.&lt;br /&gt;5. myself.&lt;br /&gt;6. heavenly delicacies.&lt;br /&gt;7. her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seven bad habits:&lt;br /&gt;1. temperamental.&lt;br /&gt;2. carelessness/ forgetful.&lt;br /&gt;3. spending lots of time looking into the mirror.&lt;br /&gt;4. keeping my hair long.&lt;br /&gt;5. sarcastic.&lt;br /&gt;6. mean.&lt;br /&gt;7. sleep late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seven victims.&lt;br /&gt;1. you&lt;br /&gt;2.you&lt;br /&gt;3.you&lt;br /&gt;4.you&lt;br /&gt;5.you&lt;br /&gt;6.you&lt;br /&gt;7. need me to say more?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9871034-115306781306533679?l=untouchable10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9871034/posts/default/115306781306533679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9871034/posts/default/115306781306533679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untouchable10.blogspot.com/2006/07/obnoxious.html' title='obnoxious'/><author><name>koonann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05412641406727202041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-9871034.post-115289051592200280</id><published>2006-07-14T23:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T20:14:25.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Joga Bonito.</title><content type='html'>i finally put on my neglected soccer boots and got down to play some soccer. the last time it came into good use was like months ago. the first kick was rather awkward or i must say the whole evening was pass awkwardly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the guy who use to think that soccer is everything, that soccer is larger than life seems to be gone, like a soul leaving its body. HOW CAN?! i want to dance with the ball at my feet again, i want to score goals, like i never did. but these thoughts seems so distant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it dont seem as interesting as it use to be anymore. WHY.&lt;br /&gt;people change, i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe ten years down the road, you would see me mastering golf, a game which i thought is boring, till now. i dont understand the rule, the playing and the beauty in it. BAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my entries are post just for the sake of posting. its so meaningless nowadays, nothing interesting im thinking about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blaeahhfgiadhuasgcbaoifchaogdigjfbdsbfkshf;iuagf;euicbliageghf duoifyudgfdgkjlksjfpjrwpfhwfip sips oihfwoi wofih weihwoiyhw fow iwpi hiwr gfiuwegfiuwgef9 lame iqefqepuiogfq q98 er3q289yr987te fdsajbckajdlbcalu auigf quwigdquidqaidj;ahui;egdg;aku piece tfb;a nwefwiuegfewqp qouyh fwqeiufqi pgquifgqei fgqeuifqeuyfeqi gh of qpiueg qeupof qiugifufcd auawi0qoalkjfu iqyeg ao pq;qiue feg q;qoiq fqeuoiguiuqegqiufg quoifqeu crap q foiq fqohq oqo h fo8 qeoph qefhy;pyoqefh ieq ;pf q ;foiuqeqoihf;euf qfhqo;ifqe;fge bhjcvhbsjlgygc jnslafn fqgqui;f wegqf ;fg gui q.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;told ya im posting for the sake of posting. brighten up my day, girl.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9871034-115289051592200280?l=untouchable10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9871034/posts/default/115289051592200280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9871034/posts/default/115289051592200280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untouchable10.blogspot.com/2006/07/joga-bonito.html' title='Joga Bonito.'/><author><name>koonann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05412641406727202041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-9871034.post-115254566825453026</id><published>2006-07-10T23:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T20:14:24.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'>thanks alot lady luck.</title><content type='html'>can you believe it! my new 3250 which just turn 1 month 9 days old is stolen again! speak about deja vu. carelessness hit on me again, and this time i gifted someone a completely new phone again! wahlao eh, lady luck, did i own you anything my previous life, why cant you just smile at me, i promise i wont call you a grinning idiot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i totally suspect its my new colleague that stole my phone. not pointing fingers. but its just a strong sense. he was there where i misplaced my phone. he was behaving weirdly when i was making purchase. even though he's already abnormal since the first day he arrived, but can someone be so stupid as to not remembering his own colleague? ni ma ma la. &lt;em&gt;si gong kia.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;brought a new phone, the same old model immediately. i got new line. ask me in msn for the new number. or you can ask birthday girl amelia for it. she's the one who pick the number.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my birthday greetings for AMELIA SIM SOK WEI. as requested by her.&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY LOVE.&lt;br /&gt;happy 17th birthday to you, my best xiao meimei. there to share my joy and troubles. even though not always around, i know im always your best brother. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;hope you like the shoe, and the treat and being able to spend the day with me. LOL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9871034-115254566825453026?l=untouchable10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9871034/posts/default/115254566825453026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9871034/posts/default/115254566825453026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untouchable10.blogspot.com/2006/07/thanks-alot-lady-luck.html' title='thanks alot lady luck.'/><author><name>koonann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05412641406727202041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-9871034.post-115229528469894720</id><published>2006-07-08T01:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T20:14:24.634+08:00</updated><title type='text'>when the whole world are babies.</title><content type='html'>sorry for the procrastination.&lt;br /&gt;been quite busy or rather, REALLY busy.&lt;br /&gt;computer broke down too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;work is killing me, my sleep, and my time for world cup matches!&lt;br /&gt;german organiser, why put all the matches so late in the afternoon! kns.&lt;br /&gt;great, i can only watch highlights and newspaper review for results.&lt;br /&gt;bu the AZZURI are in the finals! old man france, go eat your french loaf and make love under the eiffel tower or whatever way you spell it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes, its really amazing to see how someone change so much in just a blink of an eye.&lt;br /&gt;yes, i have transform, i rather not use change. in taste, preference and also character.&lt;br /&gt;my choice of music change in genres, from old cheesy pop songs of westlife and britney spears to the loud screaming, psychotic hard rock of hoobastank and korn, just to name a few.&lt;br /&gt;i suddenly find older working women more appealing compared to young schoolgirls in uniform who go gaagaa over puppy romance.&lt;br /&gt;when time passed, when society is the only thing you faced eveyday, you tend to look back, thinking, oh, i used to be like this.&lt;br /&gt;few days ago, i was telling how irritating it is when some small toothless children ran up to me asking 'may i ask you if you carry the nike squeeze waterbottle?' complete with a cold innocent hard stare. i also find myself in a bastard situation, not replying, just shking my head and then turn and walk away.&lt;br /&gt;my mother replied me saying that i find them irritating now but you were like that before too, imagine what the guy approach would be thinking too. i smiled.&lt;br /&gt;i wasnt that well off before okay. i brought some plastic recycled coca cola bottle to school instead of the 14.70bucks nike squeeze bottle okay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people always had this mistake of not realising that you are growing in bliss when all you do is lament. or they would treasure this thing so much when its all yours but hate and curse it when you cant have it anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sickening to be in this spotisnt it? how ugly is it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but yeah, there's always a time when you dont agree with another person, even if he or she is someone close to you. nobody thinks alike, not even great minds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i was blog surfing, i came across someone's blog, it's not the way its suppose to be. not he way i know that person even though i cant say i know that person very well, typical teenager, complaining about the scars and knocks of life, love to be exact. and then all of the opposite in another post, talking bout how blissful life is with sweet stuffs. ironical? thats the way you see it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont wish to comment too much,&lt;br /&gt;i just want the number of the ISETAN GIRL!&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha, not chee hong, expanding my social circle.&lt;br /&gt;=D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9871034-115229528469894720?l=untouchable10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9871034/posts/default/115229528469894720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9871034/posts/default/115229528469894720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untouchable10.blogspot.com/2006/07/when-whole-world-are-babies_08.html' title='when the whole world are babies.'/><author><name>koonann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05412641406727202041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-9871034.post-115125413411694995</id><published>2006-06-25T23:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T20:14:24.341+08:00</updated><title type='text'>just my luck.</title><content type='html'>before the earth come to an end where global warming turn so serious that there's no more antartica, singapore would collaspe due to low birth rate.&lt;br /&gt;bacause something is really wrong! its not the couple that is not copulating, its not that all the women suffered from cervical problems and its not that mens' sperm duct are too low. but because of all our mentality which is totally opposite to what's right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;men, dress like a women, drawing their eyebrows, speaking in a squeaky voice, holding hands with mens is just so so so common nowadays. dont believe? drop by the fox outlet at tampines mall and you will be greeted with this welcoming sight. and what the hell is wrong with you sissy, homosexual, cross dresser or whatever you call yourself. is it that exciting that you have to be different? yes, your fashion taste ,may be more feminie, put make up for what!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, its wrong for me to criticise and codemn them, they have feelings too. ohh, so sorry, uhh, BUT WHY DO YOU HAVE TO CROSS MY PATH! DO I LOOK LIKE A GAY TO YOU, MUTHAFUCKERS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate to kill my brain cells thinking about a person's sexuality, should i refer to that person as a him or a her. my colleaugues always tell me, go and touch and you will know liao.&lt;br /&gt;today while talking about some lame stuff with my colleague, we saw this uhh, he/she. i dont know. we were like, ni na bei, ta bo, char bo? this person have rather long hair, and looks like a man but a women at the same time, maybe is because of the light make up. so i peeked to the chest to see if it was growing outward, eh, not leacherous hor, just to answer my question. so this person here is a man, because he have chest, quite muscular to make it look like breast. not well built thou and he was wearing a singlet, these black sleeveless that female always wear. so i didnt bother about him but was brought back to the subject when he speaks, its high pitch! and i turn over to look at him again. he was speaking like a women on purpose can tell. eeyyer. i was delighted when he got my colleague to serve him. but that idiot run away after he went into the fitting room. and he came out coming to me instead! knn, lottery also not so lucky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'where is that guy arh? he said he will help me search, but he never get back to me, i waited for him soooo long in the fitting room but he didnt come'so me, being nice, served him. i couldnt find the black colour running shorts he wanted but did manage to get a blue one so now this guy is .&lt;br /&gt;comtemplating whether to buy the black one which is bigger or the blue one which is exactly is nice but not his liking.he just stand there and i keep asking me what he should do. suddenly this awkward silence just fell between us. and he looked at me and say 'mind cracking uh?' yar, i thought, your sexuality is indeed mind cracking. HAHA. and who knows, he want me to judge for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'i put on, you wait outside the fitting room to see. i dont want to buy for the sake of buying.'&lt;br /&gt;oh great! im indeed very lucky. so, i waited for him to change and out he comes with the xl black one which is too big for him.&lt;br /&gt;''look like a mini skirt right? so awful, its so puffy at the side' as you know running shorts are very very short, way above the tight and it indeed likes big so i say yar, too big on you, i dont think you should get this. he continue ranting, yarlor, i dont want to buy for the sake of buying. and this time he quart down with both wrist in the air, up down up down. knn, and he suddenly pull up the back of the shorts and say. 'do my ass like big in it, uh, like very big leh, but i like' wahlao, i really cannot stand it, but i just reply to his evry question and rather obsence movement. god, this guy is so hard to please. and off he went to change to the other pair, and he wants me to stay outside the fitting room and not moving away. kaos. he came out do, the same squarting thing and i just entertain him lor, keep telling him its nice, will match other colours. and he finally decide to get that one. 'thanks for convincing me arh' psychotic smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, no matter how hard i tried to shove him off, he just cling to me, even after he came out of the fitting room, he still ask me about the colour match. say it dont goes well. i lied, saying it looks good on him. and you know what! he want to buy it to sleep, so whats the point of the colour matching anot! nobody see okay! fucking joker, my heart was beating so fast throughout the 10 mins conversation you know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he went off with leaning his body forward at the counter saying a gentle thank you to be and a flirtatious byebye. argh. i smiled back. whats your problem of saying so much thank you sia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you cross dress, i provide good service. with my suggestions lar, dirty minds, you think what. blowjobs?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9871034-115125413411694995?l=untouchable10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9871034/posts/default/115125413411694995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9871034/posts/default/115125413411694995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untouchable10.blogspot.com/2006/06/just-my-luck.html' title='just my luck.'/><author><name>koonann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05412641406727202041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-9871034.post-115091310640021649</id><published>2006-06-22T01:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T20:14:24.189+08:00</updated><title type='text'>to trash with these craps.</title><content type='html'>supposedly on mc today, but i still struggle to pull my aching body out of my cosy nest to prepare for another busy day at work. movement seems a little awkward, numbness in my stomach and also suffering from mutiple cramp, stupid irregular sleeping postures of mine.&lt;br /&gt;uh, this intro seems to be abit long uh. its not suppose to be the topic of my post!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today, i met my  fair share of really unreasonable customers. after enduring loads of craps last weekend, another pile of shit was dumped right to where i am. after so many months working in retail line, i still hate customers who talk craps.&lt;br /&gt;they can come up to you with a pair of shoe and ask for the price.&lt;br /&gt;siao eh: how much after discount?&lt;br /&gt;me: uh. $112 sir&lt;br /&gt;siao eh: huh, i no money leh.&lt;br /&gt;IS IT MY PROBLEM THAT YOU HAVE NO MONEY MATHAFUCKER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so trys to be friendly....&lt;br /&gt;mr-funny: whaw your hair very cool hor. *moving hand in a up-down movement* like qi-long-zhu(dragonball) hor? -insert 'tsu tsu tsu' sound effect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the most typical nonsense from a indian. (pheng's favourite line)&lt;br /&gt;mudball: shoooow me the best shoe that is the cheapest. shoooow me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sadly to say, these are just some of the eye rollers. customers tend to have this habit of asking the obvious. why this one no discount? i thought great singapore sales? favourite phrase of gung ho shoppers. siao lian eh, singapore sales means everything must got discount lar? you go geylang find prostitute you ask them can give discount anot la, singapore sales what. i bet they wont give even 5% lor. they will tell you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;'uncle, singapore got sales, china got bird flu leh'&lt;/div&gt;truth is, no matter how excellent a service staff provides their service, consumer will never be satisfied, when you are good, people want to see the best. when you are the best people expects the excellent, there is absolutely no level of achievement for alll tthe ass wiping we have done.&lt;br /&gt;yes, ass wiping, retail saleman are now known as the &lt;em&gt;bao ka liao.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we are expected to shoulder everything, take all the blame and when the customer's right we have to clean their ass. then, we have to clear up all the craps they shit and then dumped it for them. its like an atomatic flushing toilet bowl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so what if you came all the way from another part of singapore to pick up your shoe and realise its defective? and before you get facts clear, you gave a trashing to the saleman saying how pisse and disappointed you are? while you were complaining and complaining, did you offence the innocent salesperson? did you care? and then you turn around and say that one sentence from the salesperson offended you? a simple, 'its okay if you dont want to take it' it make it sound like she said it nonchalently, but while hurling your complaints at her, you were right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, no wonder you pout like a pig, look like a sow and somehow grow like one too.&lt;br /&gt;these son and daughters of a bitch totally dont deserve much more of my time. to hell with your craps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;you never knew how much i want to be in you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9871034-115091310640021649?l=untouchable10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9871034/posts/default/115091310640021649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9871034/posts/default/115091310640021649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untouchable10.blogspot.com/2006/06/to-trash-with-these-craps.html' title='to trash with these craps.'/><author><name>koonann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05412641406727202041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-9871034.post-115056365639461129</id><published>2006-06-18T00:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T20:14:24.038+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im starting to get pissed off with myself, i never seems to ever learn.&lt;br /&gt;maybe i have been rather weary after so many days of works, but sometimes when my temper get the better of me, it aways put me in a fuck up situation.&lt;br /&gt;i hate myself for having such a fiery temper, for being not able to control myself when fuck up situations arise. i dont like to see things going against the way i wanted it. and i dont want to be remember as that temperamental freak. i know i didnt win many fans with this sickening temper of mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;take yesterday for example, we were climbing out of the school gates to get some food as we were really famished. on the way thru our illegal activity, we saw a group of current stuck up student of manjusri. walking like they have got testicles the size of a rambutan, emitting a foul stench of bad breathe from all that nicotine. (obviously underage smokers). we didnt really pay much attention to them and stood there to wait for huixian and siahmong to squeeze their way thru a small opening by the side. then, this guy trys to be funny, he point to the direction of siahmong who was stuggling to get out, then with his finger raised high up, he walked past kokhong, brushing past his hair with that dirty finger and also a slight nudge. i wasnt really amuse by his childish antics. for fuck sake, the path is not that narrow that you have to purposely get so close to my friend, the space is big enough for your fucking body to even lie down lor. so what if you manage to nudge my friend? does that gave you a very big sense of satisfation and accomplishment?&lt;br /&gt;i know this nobody is trying to get us to start a fight, and he may be expecting us to be as immature and senseless as him. kokhong kept his cool and i didnt see a reason for me to blast at him. since we have much more meaningful stuff awaiting us than to get into a scuffle with these childeren.&lt;br /&gt;so while we were having our meal at mac, we were told from a friend in school that those nonsense people climb into the school and got caught by the school caretaker, now, all the acess to the band room were locked. fucking good news sia. those monkeys got us stranded. tell me how not to be pissed?&lt;br /&gt;but i admit i wasnt thinking and shout at someone who was totally not to blame thru the phone. thats my fault and i did hate myself for that.&lt;br /&gt;but.. i didnt want to emphasise too much. i know it will cause quite a stir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to you: YOU GOT IT ALL WRONG.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9871034-115056365639461129?l=untouchable10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9871034/posts/default/115056365639461129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9871034/posts/default/115056365639461129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untouchable10.blogspot.com/2006/06/im-starting-to-get-pissed-off-with.html' title=''/><author><name>koonann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05412641406727202041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-9871034.post-114943885803649754</id><published>2006-06-05T00:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T20:14:23.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'>screwed,</title><content type='html'>ever encounter a day when you just feel completely remote to your surrounding? when you are feeling depressed over something you cant make up? your mind just run wild, fantasising over some things you wished will come true and the next moment, you thought of the opposite. crashing the smile of your face with a cruel hit of reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCK UP isnt it? to want something and nothing at the same times.&lt;br /&gt;to have a long walk home alone facing the grounds thinking you have nothing but just a piece of crap life not worth having?&lt;br /&gt;to sit on the ledge of the some building with mind of suicide? but smack yourselves out of the idea thinking that suicide is something only a 15th years old small ignorant girl would have thought of?&lt;br /&gt;to act like a man of steel when what you actually feel like is just bursting out into tears on someone's shoulder?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe i had been hiding in my shadows all along, bluffing myself that im the man i thought i am. reaching for something that obviously is not what belongs to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if i never try, i would never know. even when its pointless.&lt;br /&gt;no matter what, the joke is always on me, being the fool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;and i dont want the world to see me, bacause i dont think they'd understand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;When everything's made to be broken, i just want you to know who i am.&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/9871034-114943885803649754?l=untouchable10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9871034/posts/default/114943885803649754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9871034/posts/default/114943885803649754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untouchable10.blogspot.com/2006/06/screwed.html' title='screwed,'/><author><name>koonann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05412641406727202041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-9871034.post-114935408981783801</id><published>2006-06-03T23:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T20:14:23.612+08:00</updated><title type='text'>boys and girls.</title><content type='html'>sorry people, here's the most procrastinated post!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a few day back, while i was walking alongside some pillars of tampines mall building, i chance upon the x-men movie posters. there were these quotes showing the two meaning of one person, like on the angel's poster, it shows 'alienated/liberated' while professor charles xavier shows ' teacher/manipulator' and phoenix (jeanGrey), it shows, 'tormented/powerful'. and it makes me wonder what is the opinion of different people on me. we are often viewed from different angle. the good and the bad. let's use a classic example from the x-men's show. to many people, the mutants are gifted to have their extraordinary powers, but to themselves, it may be a curse, something they wish they never have. why is it that everybody cant have the same view towards somebody or something. maybe its inevitable that we recieved critics and admirations throughtout our life. no matter how successful and commercialised one is, there will always be a bucket of cold water really to drop upon you. think david beckham, the most recognised footballer in modern world, with dashing looks, good football techniques, loads of money and never ending attention, why is it that despite all his achievement, there are always critical remark of how overrated he is? the higher you are, the greater the fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people always see each other on the superfical. often, we dont put ourselves into another's position. or should i we were often blinded by prejudice? different people have different view, and we always stood strong to our own thinking. thats why different idealogy clashes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;recently at work, i had a bust up with one of my philippines colleague. bust up sounds more like a overstatement, but thats why my other colleagues think. 'why you go and quarrel with maddie?' didnt want to correct them, i just kept silent. it all started that she, having saw one cute baby gets all too excited. she was like saying she's gonna give birth to a baby this cute too, and we were like disturbing her who is she going to give birth with. and i just remarked casually (obviously joking), what makes you think that the baby will be as cute as that?' harmless isnt it. but i dont understand that why does she have to take it so seriously? she just retorted back, you are so mean., and got pissed off. well, that dont really bother me, cuase we all know that she gets angry easily. and when i tried to asked her a question about the apparels in the wagon, she gave me this dont bother me attitude. yeah, its wrong for me to interrupt when she was talking to my colleague, but i asked her before she even gets into a converstion. my colleague said she didnt answer me because she was talking to him. and why i have to get pissed off when she didnt answer me. that is what i call judging from the outside. if she didnt want to be interrupt, does she have to sulk and shoo me off by waving her hands like swatting some flies? im not being unreasonable or immature to understand, her body language says it off. i have been trying to keep my temper down, i dont want to be known as temperamental. i just throw the shirt back angrily. is this considered a quarrel? no spike in it, and she completely got pissed off by that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today, my manager approached me, and asked 'you are reallly not going to talk to her?' and i say why must i? since there is no necessity, i might as well stop flaming the fire. and thats the point to start a conversation when all i get is facing a sulk wih face as long as a bittergourd and blacker than the black pearls of the carribean?and he replied in a way, which makes me really feel that i've been wrong, 'you make her angry what' i mean what the hell did i even do? i didnt shout at her nor did i attack her. 'she is a girl what'. being a girl makes her have the right to be over sensible to a small causal joke? being a girl means i have to to take all the blames? been a girl, a women to be exact makes me a boy of immaturity? seriously, im born with maybe a more wicked sense of humour, if you really cant take my joke, then fuck off. not rude or what, or here to pin point whose right and whose wrong, or to shift all the blames away from me. im wrong in some way i admit. but that doesnt mean im the only villian. i just dislike the way people judge thing from the outside and by sexuality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no offence, you girl or women, so what? i have always place ladies in a very respectable place. sometimes, it just get too irritating for me to really give way. its not a matter of&lt;br /&gt;pride or that im chauvinistic, its just a matter of principles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hate me if you want.&lt;br /&gt;i always dont get what i want.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9871034-114935408981783801?l=untouchable10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9871034/posts/default/114935408981783801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9871034/posts/default/114935408981783801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untouchable10.blogspot.com/2006/06/boys-and-girls.html' title='boys and girls.'/><author><name>koonann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05412641406727202041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-9871034.post-114874999277052249</id><published>2006-05-28T00:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T20:14:23.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fucked.</title><content type='html'>FUCK fatigue.&lt;br /&gt;FUCK this bias society.&lt;br /&gt;FUCK big mouth peoples.&lt;br /&gt;FUCK money for its paramount importance.&lt;br /&gt;FUCK you for your endless empty promises.&lt;br /&gt;FUCK pride.&lt;br /&gt;FUCK insensibility.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCK everything people, when it all goes wrong.&lt;br /&gt;make earth into a messy cum ball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;you never know how helpless im when i cant hold on to you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9871034-114874999277052249?l=untouchable10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9871034/posts/default/114874999277052249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9871034/posts/default/114874999277052249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untouchable10.blogspot.com/2006/05/fucked.html' title='fucked.'/><author><name>koonann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05412641406727202041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-9871034.post-114840158585884744</id><published>2006-05-24T00:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T20:14:23.242+08:00</updated><title type='text'>im no angel.</title><content type='html'>I have failed terribly in my duty as a son. it's my MOTHER's birthday yesterday! yeah, i remember only from the prompt of my manager.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;manager: tomorrow your mother birthday right?&lt;br /&gt;me: huh? is it. *look at watch for date* i think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;slap me people, hard in my cheek. and the worst thing is to know what my mother received from her colleagues, in any word, my colleagues. they brought a birthday cake for her, the most essential item to make a birthday a birthday. her son, or sons, didnt gave her that. the ops manager treated her to lunch at crystal jade restaurant. her twins failed that too. and today, when i got home from a movie. she asked me to send msges to her colleagues to thanks them for the wonderful gifts. and when i asked to see what she received, the content of it just makes me wiliing to go hell. they gave her a lacoste polo tee that cost near to hundred, a burbery purse&lt;br /&gt;with more cash in it and a handbag. whaw!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what did i give her sia.&lt;br /&gt;let me think, my endless unreasonable tantrum?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or i should say what i didnt give her.&lt;br /&gt;a heartwarming birthday msg, a birthday cake, a birthday present, money, good life and&lt;br /&gt;perhaps less problems to deal with?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;instead she was the one who still,&lt;br /&gt;wakes me up for work on her birthday, give me some allowance, give in to my whining.&lt;br /&gt;so now, i realise my mother is THAT great. to think that i came to this realisation after 17 year of existence. and here im blogging my feeling here, a place where she wont be able to read. me, being some straighforward and direct couldnt being myself to shout a happy birthday at her face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im not fit to be son. kick me in the guts now. real hard. or maybe not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im having a sore troat now, must be too much wu xiang and fried food. today's 3 amingo baked rice and wild side desert from NYDC add to my sins up there. mummy. i want more money. opps.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9871034-114840158585884744?l=untouchable10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9871034/posts/default/114840158585884744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9871034/posts/default/114840158585884744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untouchable10.blogspot.com/2006/05/im-no-angel.html' title='im no angel.'/><author><name>koonann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05412641406727202041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-9871034.post-114822922139104249</id><published>2006-05-21T23:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T20:14:23.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'>buety tahan.</title><content type='html'>guess the worst thing that could happen to spoil our day is undoubtedly encoutering turn offs. its either lady luck isnt smiling at me or that these turn off are clearly increasing in the society. one thing i know for sure, its not healthy for our eyes and our mind. i guess i should consult my optician soon, i have been encountering too much uncensored content.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the most common turn offs always happen to be the looks. the best way to differentiate a singaporean women from others is that Singaporeans women tends to have backview that makes all guys hasten their footstep to overtake them or walk beside them. but.. needless to say, their front view will always be atrocious. yeah, the &lt;em&gt;bei duo fen&lt;/em&gt;. HAHA. wahlao, that day i saw this girl facing my shop's counter, her back looks rather appealing, and when i wanted to get a closer view of her, she turned sideway, to my horror,(yes, its that horrible) i took a few step back and murmur a rather loud 'FUCK' wahlao, i really got so badly shock kay, to think i was carrying so much hope and its all dash by her sausauge mouth. i cant helped but think of what me guys always scream in school. 'AHHH, MY VIRGIN EYES!' i would tell you look prettier even if you have a mammoth mole by your nose or you happened to be a &lt;em&gt;bo ghay&lt;/em&gt; lor. i cant stand thick lips. i know im really a jerk lar. but imagine lar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then there's this man, looking rather ordinary and is ordinary who came into the shop, the focus is not about him lar, but his friend, a suave handsome tall guy with the perfect hairstyle i wished i had. he have eyes with mesmerism power lor. &lt;em&gt;eh, im not gay lar. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT, there's always the but, when he speaks, you suddenly feeling like strangling him sia. his voice havent break! &lt;em&gt;think weizhen&lt;/em&gt;. he was speaking cantonese with this squeaky voice with a really irritating way by ending every sentence with a wor. i have nothing against his voice that sounds like he inhaled a tank full of helium but to make thing worse, he talk with his wrist flying around, machiam like singing oprah. wahlao, sissy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;other turn offs include seeing a couple showing behaving intimately in public, nothing wrong, but the guys is short and fat. wheras the girl is taller than him and appear to be slimer than the guy lar. the sight is like seeing a koala bear hugging onto a tree. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;and this really bastardy thing my manager did to me. we were chatting halfway and suddenly he stopped me and say. 'eh. taliak' and i was like huh? he asked me to inhale heavily. not aware of anything, i did as told, and still i was unaware. he then asked me, 'nice hor?' and that moment, a strong scent of his fart caught my nose. nabei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but this still have to take the cake. something i would not forget and definitely kianloong. we were at the river ang bao during this year's chinese new year, when we walked past this stall, a china lady's promoting her cuttlefish caught our attention because she was rather loud lar, when i turned to look at her, she was wearing sleeveless, and i saw some batch of dark bush sticking out from her underarm. needless to say, you all should guess what it is thou. me and kianloong just stood there, looking at each other wide eyed and questioning each other. ' DID YOU SEE THAT!?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i should be send to hell lar, for laughing at people, for being such  jerk, hee~ no offence. just for laugh. dont curse me leh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9871034-114822922139104249?l=untouchable10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9871034/posts/default/114822922139104249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9871034/posts/default/114822922139104249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untouchable10.blogspot.com/2006/05/buety-tahan.html' title='buety tahan.'/><author><name>koonann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05412641406727202041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-9871034.post-114805885363002601</id><published>2006-05-20T00:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T20:14:22.851+08:00</updated><title type='text'>GenieGenie.</title><content type='html'>Ever heard of the story of Aladdin? this fairytale was read to me about ten years ago, when im still in primary school, spotting the infamous ugly centre parting hairstyle which i thought was cool then. God, lucky i lost my EZ-link, i would have choked at the sight of the horrendous fringe i had before. anyway, back to the story, yeah, the lead is Aladdin, and perhaps the magical carpet that Aladdin ride on singing A whole new world. HAHA. but i love the Genie (even though he's not the most adorable and chic) , or i should say i love him because he fulfilled wish! wishes to be exact, 3 wishes at his command. who knows what Aladdin wished for, since he's already buried alive in the cobwebs and dust in the corner of my mind. what i remembered clearly was that he set the genie free with the third wish, damn, if he hasnt been so retarded, he could have saved himself from been buried with his third wish. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only i have 3 wishes from Genie now, i had been killing my brain cells for ten years on what top wish for, finally i have come to a satisfying conclusion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wish 1 -&lt;em&gt;' GENIE, MAKE ME SUPERMAN'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt; HAHA. everybody have a superhero in themselves. mine is superman, why? Other superheros are not as perfect as they appeared. Wolfverine is hairy, cyclops is blind and go around with a sunglasses (think weilian), spiderman have to go around covering his face, thats will mess up my hair, hulk is too ugly. batman? always around with robin, too gay. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;why do i want to be superman? not because im too style to create a strong fashion statement in wearing S size thight fitting shirt when i should be wearing XL or wearing my red lucky briefs inside out. HAHA. its because, superman is suave, superman makes people go ' it's a bird, it's a plane' no it's SUPERMAN!' being superman, saving the earth, those in help not only make me accumulate karma, ensure my place in heaven and make girls go gaa-gaa over me.in this way, it better than being a celebrity!&lt;br /&gt;its not easy being me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wish 2 - &lt;em&gt;'LET ME HAVE THE POWER OF READING PEOPLES MIND AND MANIPULEATE THEM' &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a penny for your thoughts? no need penny now! i have always wanted to understand people the way they want to be understood, sometimes, been not able to read them makes me really feel lousy. at least problems i could help, i could share your joy and i could tell whether you masturbate today and who turns you on. heehee. evil.&lt;br /&gt;i could tell your impressions of me. like if you thinking, 'WOW, koonann's hot.' i canthen send a wave  like telepath radioactive message to your brain saying, 'of course im hot, you feeling me eh?' and thus no old school style of asking for telephone number to be friend =D aint i smart? and if you thinking, 'this guy sucks big time' then i could manipulate you to strip yourself naked, fist yourself in the ass, and run around shouting' FUCK ME PARIS!'&lt;br /&gt;oh, i cant stand the devil thats in me, its clearly beating the angel down and out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wish 3 - &lt;em&gt;'GENIE GENIE, GIVE ME ANOTHER 3 MORE WISHES PRETTY PLEASE?'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, its as simple, now i can wish for everything i want! wealth, health, world peace and fame. =D this is genius okay, not shrewd. then i can enjoy myself busking under the sunny sun in a sandy beach with a dozen of paris hilton look alike surrounding me, messaging everybody parts of mine. &lt;em&gt;ahhh, another blowjob please.&lt;/em&gt; =D oh, im getting more and more sick, and dirty now. sorry for the disgraceful content. even heros have the right to dream kay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;i just wish to be normal now, clean and cute. =D&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;anyway, end her, brother is shouting his lungs out. i wish i could shut him up. nights dudes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;all i wish is you, i dont need genie.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9871034-114805885363002601?l=untouchable10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9871034/posts/default/114805885363002601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9871034/posts/default/114805885363002601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untouchable10.blogspot.com/2006/05/geniegenie_20.html' title='GenieGenie.'/><author><name>koonann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05412641406727202041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-9871034.post-114797281412455815</id><published>2006-05-19T01:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T20:14:22.458+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FUCK LAR. MIGHT AS WELL DONT ANSWER.</title><content type='html'>CHEEBYE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9871034-114797281412455815?l=untouchable10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9871034/posts/default/114797281412455815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9871034/posts/default/114797281412455815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untouchable10.blogspot.com/2006/05/fuck-lar-might-as-well-dont-answer_19.html' title='FUCK LAR. MIGHT AS WELL DONT ANSWER.'/><author><name>koonann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05412641406727202041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-9871034.post-114787660443955606</id><published>2006-05-17T21:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T20:14:18.947+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cash machine.</title><content type='html'>THERE'S A HOLE IN MY POCKET!&lt;br /&gt;two days, i spent quite alot already, cannot, must save. i must stay at home and face the four wall from today till early may. and feel free to ask me put after i brought my phone. =D kay ask me out anytime now also lar, as long as i dont need to flip open my wallet and pull out any cash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to the new cineplex yesterday with xiangrong. the whole mall is so empty. havent start business yet, sure will be a good shopper's choice after its opening ba, i assume. the whole cinema area is so chic, its like almost entirely computerised. caught Poseidon, im rather impressed with the show, enough actions and trills to my liking. no mushy mushy 'you jump i jump' script. no love affairs of leonardo Dicarprio and kate winslet. 9 out of 10 rating i give, it would be 10 out of 10 if im in josh lucas's role. HAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;chill around in town after that, xiangrong's craps are too much for me to handle. HAHA. finally settled down for dinner at some hainanese coffeeshop at far east. chicken rice tatse much more nicer when silver ang sits right in front of you. HAHA, pretty babe! *whistles*night was still young so we went to catch another movie, a anyhow choice. chose the naked avengers in the end, didnt know what show, but that movie was the best time lar. haha, sow started with me wondering if we entered the correct theatre, there were this pole dancing part with the women stripping to their lingerie. HAHA, nothing much, just some female professional killers actio dramas with some horny scene. not a bad show thou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today, i realiesed how badly i sucks at pool, havent been playing is a bad excuse. Soon huixian show me the correct way to play by trashing me 3-1. i ought to be ashamed. HAHA. had dinner at pastamania after that, she had baked rice and me, the not so nice Fusili Al Funghi. taste wasnt that good after eating for long. brought some ear studs and met yonghan for dinner at mos. we had beancurd! shopped around with her and her silliness. -.-" sorry guys for not being with you arh. i watched the show before le. hee~ its not because for girl kay dude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i wish it could be this simple.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9871034-114787660443955606?l=untouchable10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9871034/posts/default/114787660443955606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9871034/posts/default/114787660443955606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untouchable10.blogspot.com/2006/05/cash-machine.html' title='cash machine.'/><author><name>koonann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05412641406727202041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-9871034.post-114771000964703183</id><published>2006-05-15T23:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T20:14:18.774+08:00</updated><title type='text'>saving 'me.</title><content type='html'>end of work, time to relax, got a long 3 days off. cool, anyway, im available on wednesday and thursday, anyone who is also available can date me. =D first come first serve arh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, rather stuck up with some thoughts recently. was left contemplating what really start this mystical affectionate devotion called love. talked to some people over this subjects and i realise how different each people chose their partners. from my previous post, i talked about the boobs size, and my colleague mistook it that i judge girls by their body and figure. HAHAHA. i mean, yeah, figure is defintely a key must-have in every guys mind. it makes a guy go 'ooohh' and 'aahhhh'. but to me and maybe some of you guys, its just a added bonus. so what if let say my girlfriend have mammary glands of sufficiently large size to arouse other mens to chew carpets? she may not be a good partner, no chemistry, no understading and cant perform good sex. eh, the sex part is just for illusory purpose. then i might as well turn gay or become a flagellant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some also set some sort of expectation for their future partners or partner, like, he must own a lamborghini, have a huge sum of money, must be how tall, how heavy and stuffs. even if you found this guy, he might not like you. end up you will still be the one suffering, deceiving yourself he's the mr right.&lt;br /&gt;sylvia actually mind the age gaps, maybe thats a girls preference for guys to be older than them, maybe because of maturity problem. i dont really sees it as a big factor thou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling is defintely the most important to me. no doubt. no need for much explanation, its just a must to me lar. this kind of thing also cannot explain de, it just come to you all if a sudden and stay there. what more can i say. no feeling you wont even be sure he/she would be the one for you. you cant stop it or force yourself to have it, its nature's work. got feeling, copulating is much more easier, eh, those dirty thoughts again. -shoo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;argh, love affairs are a pain in the neck, silly wild thoughts that just keep lingering in your mind even if you pushed it to the corner of your mind. here i go hallucinating again. nothing beats the misery of not being able to shout out loud that you have finally found somthing worth reaching for, nothing beats the disappointment of realising that all the sweets wild thought turn out to be nothing more than self appeasment. and nothing defeat the pain of being just friend. aww, these caged up feeling aint have no love for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe being gay is still the best idea, who cares to join me in my brokeback adventure? =D&lt;br /&gt;wihth love please. *slap myself repeatedly*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9871034-114771000964703183?l=untouchable10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9871034/posts/default/114771000964703183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9871034/posts/default/114771000964703183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untouchable10.blogspot.com/2006/05/saving-me.html' title='saving &apos;me.'/><author><name>koonann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05412641406727202041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-9871034.post-114737207052053197</id><published>2006-05-12T02:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T20:14:18.588+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fatigue</title><content type='html'>age must be catching up with me lar, i feel  so tired after a day only at amara, and mind you, i didnt even do OT! and my leg cramp while i was bisecting the god damn fish. but i wonder how age could catch up this fast, two months absence in the banquet scene and i feel 10 years older. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went back with jeanette Aow to manjusri to collect my o'level cert, and i was told i own the school 13dollars. what the fuck? i may be poor but i will never do something so disgraceful to cheat the school of school fee lor, and the clerk told me she cant find the reason why i own 13dollars. joy to the ear sia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, tired le. nights peeps, and tang kaiwen my no.1 fan. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;MY EYES COULDNT SEE, BUT I WOULD NOT LET EVERYONE BULLY THE GIRL I LOVE MOST.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9871034-114737207052053197?l=untouchable10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9871034/posts/default/114737207052053197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9871034/posts/default/114737207052053197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untouchable10.blogspot.com/2006/05/fatigue.html' title='fatigue'/><author><name>koonann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05412641406727202041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-9871034.post-114727310769302039</id><published>2006-05-10T22:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T20:14:18.451+08:00</updated><title type='text'>kids will always be kids.</title><content type='html'>yesterday while at work i came across these family. there was these two little girl running around the place, and i was stoning there, feeling rather bored. i looked at the two girl beside me and made some face, trying to intimidate them. or should i say cure my boredom. haha, anyway, i gave the pufferfish face and then i growl at them (please dont say im acting cute, im ALWAYS cute. =D). the younger girl was so scare lar, shouting for her mummy, haha. then the older one run over to her parent and says, ' &lt;em&gt;ma, henna scare of that man, heena scare of that man, he actually very kind, he just looks scary&lt;/em&gt;!'&lt;br /&gt;i almost choked while trying not to burst out laughing loudly. her parents then turn over to me also laughing. dont you just love them!? saying things out of their free mind, why we the grown up or people like us find it so difficult to free our mind sometimes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today, went out with some irresponsible stick creature, or i should say dinosaur. haha, she got a scratch on my watch screen! how great can it be?So i made her download and send me unlimited songs as a penance. caught mission impossible 3. the show was very good, full of actions and also, eye candies! not tom cruise, but maggie Q. she's so hot hot HOT. lol. i want to be a secret agent! cause being in the IMF  sounds cool. in case you are wondering, IMF stand for impossible mission force. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, made a pact with my manager, he asked me if there are two women after me. one is very pretty but flat chested, and the other is average but bosom are huge which one would i prefer. i said the good looking but flat girl. and he laugh it of, saying i would change my preference after i hit 30. and i keep arguing i wont. and he make me put it here, so that i would remember it, and those reading it will be the 'witness'. So, if you are bosomy, stay away from me. =D but feeling this kind of thing where got say see figure only, got feeling more important what! good figure is also a plus lar. HAHAHA. anyway. nothing serious here, dont bother about me. =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9871034-114727310769302039?l=untouchable10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9871034/posts/default/114727310769302039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9871034/posts/default/114727310769302039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untouchable10.blogspot.com/2006/05/kids-will-always-be-kids.html' title='kids will always be kids.'/><author><name>koonann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05412641406727202041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-9871034.post-114710452943319501</id><published>2006-05-08T23:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T20:14:18.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'>geek.</title><content type='html'>i seriously need to start my revision very soon, in fact should have done so in april. after my birthday chalet and stuff. and now here im again, blogging when i dont have the mood to do so. need motivation to bury my head in those books all over again.&lt;br /&gt;got a really good wake up call yesterday, do really make sense. cant possibly waste my money and time when i actually can do well, dont want to regret and taste the feeling of a wasted moment again. been there, through it, and make a mistake again is the stupidest thing one can do. now im with no guidance, no constant revision like the schooldays, and its a even tough test than o'level. its a challenge to beat myself and my 17 years of succesive failure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you, you know who you are. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;you are the one mistake i really didnt mind.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9871034-114710452943319501?l=untouchable10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9871034/posts/default/114710452943319501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9871034/posts/default/114710452943319501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untouchable10.blogspot.com/2006/05/geek.html' title='geek.'/><author><name>koonann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05412641406727202041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-9871034.post-114699605330221125</id><published>2006-05-07T18:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T20:14:18.182+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ugly.</title><content type='html'>before i start my entry, here's a teaser. what do you get when a dinosaur bites you? (the answer is at the end of the entry)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;recently i made a huge realisation, that fuck up people are all pathetically ugly. yes, its true, they either have oversized nostrils, bigger than their ego or have children that suffer from spasm. i m not laughing at them or what lar, but during my 5 day streak at work this week, i seem a notorious bunch of ugly peoples, or lets named them, &lt;em&gt;monsters&lt;/em&gt;, every single day at work.&lt;br /&gt;im deeply saddened by this plight in singapore, like an epidemic disease, everybody seems to be catching it. what happened exactly to the olden days singapore, where everybody is singing the irritating courtesy song. where it was the people from the service industry ruling the roost. now singapore consumers have money, lots of them. so why is it so hard for them to at least get a bottle of listerine to rinse their filthy mouth? and if possible, get a face job, at least i will be happpier to let a sexy gorgeous lady to be screaming at me.&lt;br /&gt;modern era, fuck up peoples, singaporean have totally forgot the virtues of being polite and considerate. they simply hold on to this mindsep that money is everything. 'i have money, that makes me jesus'. stupid arrogant ignorant eyeball-in-nostrils people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;share with you guys two incident that clearly demonstrated how these monster behave.&lt;br /&gt;first, there is these indian men with a spastic son beside him. he ask me to bring him the most expensive shoe for his son to try, and also bring along a shoe scale. just for his information, i inform him that the scale is not very accurate, but he still insist on me bringing him. so i get back to him again and he wants me to measure the length of his son, it reads 9 after a thumb space. but him, being mr know-it-all correct me saying its 8. and i explain to him its 9, but looks like mr-know-it-all is not interested. so i save the explaination and my salivia. then his spastic son put on the shoe clumsily, and he ask for a shoe horn which our shop dont have. and he replied in the most fuck up way, which make my blood boil, 'what kind of shop is this?'. every shoe shop i have been to dont provide me with shoe horn when im trying their shoe also lor. so i say, 'not all shop have also' and he continued with some indian accented english, like trying to say i bullshit with him. no money want talk big sia, in the end never buy, faster run away. no wonder i hate indians. so stongly that it could masked the smell of all the coconut oil smell emitted from all the indian in little india.&lt;br /&gt;another one is this chinese man, with a really bright balding spot at the front. he walked into our shop during our closing time asking for a exchange for a $1 coin for his son to play those music aeroplane outside the shop where you can ride on. my colleague replied politely that we were also in shortage of $1 coin and apologised. he raised his voice saying '$1 also alot!' and strom out. the fact is we have only 6 $1 coin left in the cash register abnd it is very hard to chenge with the bank as they too are always in shortage. so why cant he understand? he got it from charles and keith in the end and there he is, taking photo of his son on the joyride. disgusting people do disgusting thing. why didnt the plane jerked so hard that his son fly out over the railing then downstair. and then that man die from grief. after a tiring day still spoil my colleague's day. how worse can it be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so now, whenever im offended by someone, i will tell myself this. ' nevermind, they are so fucking ugly and i shall not be bothered with them, they should wish they look just like me' hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, there this new singer name shayne ward that sings pretty well, and he looks quite handsome too, so check him out. before you leave, here's the answer for the corny teaser.&lt;br /&gt;you get a dinoSORE. corny isnt it, but my manager still manage to make me laugh. hahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9871034-114699605330221125?l=untouchable10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9871034/posts/default/114699605330221125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9871034/posts/default/114699605330221125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untouchable10.blogspot.com/2006/05/ugly.html' title='ugly.'/><author><name>koonann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05412641406727202041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-9871034.post-114667451325127965</id><published>2006-05-03T23:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T20:14:18.052+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the man vs the women.</title><content type='html'>first of all HAPPY BIRTHDAY YINGTING.  own her a birthday present which she keep bugging me about. the guys no time to buy what! anyway, its a new year and a new start, don think about the rest. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont know whether i have become annoying or just to bored. had this really irritating conversation with  dearest mr. aow weizhen. or what we always call him. gay zhen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: AOW WEIZHEN&lt;br /&gt;        U JOIN DRAGON BOAT ARH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;him: wat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: HAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;       DONT MAKE ME LAUGH LEH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;him: no lah go their training onli&lt;br /&gt;         wat i a strong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: YAR YAR, YOU SHOULD JOIN SOMETHING LIKE CHESS CLUB.&lt;br /&gt;       suits you more.&lt;br /&gt;        LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;him: f u&lt;br /&gt;         i dont know wat to join la&lt;br /&gt;        go their training test test lor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: you so weak sure cannot stand de lar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;him: wat&lt;br /&gt;        but i not joining lah&lt;br /&gt;        i joining band&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: that suits you, at least you will stay gay.&lt;br /&gt;        =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;him: .........&lt;br /&gt;       i dun tok to f*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: LOL, nobody ask you to.&lt;br /&gt;       who is that fucker?&lt;br /&gt;       where?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;him: .........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: wah, name so special sia.&lt;br /&gt;       whose his parents?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;him: ...........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: woah, parent name also so special sia.&lt;br /&gt;       somemore same same one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;him: i tok to u i sian half liao lah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: haha. why, i so fun to talk to.&lt;br /&gt;       how can you liddat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;him: ............&lt;br /&gt;        i now sian half liao&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: like i got ask you you sian half or sian full.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;him: ............&lt;br /&gt;         i noting to say liao u win&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: why i win?&lt;br /&gt;       why you so weak, why you concede.&lt;br /&gt;       why.&lt;br /&gt;       why.&lt;br /&gt;       WHY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;him: u win u win&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: never ask you i win anot, i ask you why you lose.&lt;br /&gt;       AOW WEIZHEN. ANSWER ME.&lt;br /&gt;       you have just send a nudge!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;him: ..............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: is this what you call a answer!&lt;br /&gt;        HUH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;him: yap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: no wonder you lose.&lt;br /&gt;       cant you just be strong?&lt;br /&gt;       i feel sad for you, for being so weak.&lt;br /&gt;       HAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;him: ..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: why you keep telling me the fucker's name.&lt;br /&gt;       and his parents name also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;him: i dun tok to u liao&lt;br /&gt;         i busy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: busy with what.&lt;br /&gt;       whats more important than me.&lt;br /&gt;       huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;him:  alot lor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: issit.&lt;br /&gt;       name them.&lt;br /&gt;       at least 20.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;him: dun wan lah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: that shows im important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;him: ..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: so you should talk to me.,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;him: ...............&lt;br /&gt;        i giv u time tok to your gal&lt;br /&gt;        i such a gd frenz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: yea right. you are my girl what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;him: .............&lt;br /&gt;         i a a guy a strong strong and fit fit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: LOL, ARE YOU SURE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;him: after today training got 6 pact alot of uscle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: HOW FIT IS FIT.&lt;br /&gt;        LOL. ONE TRAINING YOU GOT 6 PACK AND MUSCLE.&lt;br /&gt;        SO WEAK, I DIDNT TRAIN I ALREADY HAVE.&lt;br /&gt;        KAOS, YOU ARE SUCH A JOKE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;him: ..........&lt;br /&gt;        tis type training confir will hav&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: I THINK YOU SHOULD jUST REMAIN GAY, SO I CAN LOVE YOU LAR.&lt;br /&gt;       HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;him: ..........&lt;br /&gt;        yuck&lt;br /&gt;        so long liao u still so disgusting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: OMG, I WHERE GOT DIGUSTING?&lt;br /&gt;        boy cannot like girl meh?&lt;br /&gt;        normal what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;him: dun normal wat leh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: normal what.&lt;br /&gt;       why you so sensitive to it, your boyfriend's name arh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;him: i onli like gal&lt;br /&gt;        gtg&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9871034-114667451325127965?l=untouchable10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9871034/posts/default/114667451325127965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9871034/posts/default/114667451325127965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untouchable10.blogspot.com/2006/05/man-vs-women.html' title='the man vs the women.'/><author><name>koonann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05412641406727202041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-9871034.post-114649934951832246</id><published>2006-05-01T23:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T20:14:17.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'>brokeback. haha</title><content type='html'>kind rakcent treat us to a (not so) sumptuous meal at fisherman village today to celebrate him getting his first pay. as usual, the guys meet up one hour pass the original meeting time. had our catching up section standing in the middle of whitesand shopping mall while waiting for tp(tua pai) gibson.&lt;br /&gt;while on the way to fisherman village, our topics were like so mostly on gay relations and politics. i dont know why but i seems to be so interested in fighting for gay rights in singapore. HAHAHA. brokeback is the new name we gave to gayism.&lt;br /&gt;well, i agree its kinda disgusting to see two men handing each other hands. but why do we think its rather normal when a women holds another women, even though they are doing this in the name of friends? according to gibson, singapore dont approve homosexual marriage base on a rather illogical reasoning. like for example, there are 100 men and 100 women. so if there two men intend to get married, 2 women would be left out and the competition level for the remaining men would be different. instead of one have one, 100 would be fighting for 98 men. get it? so, i was thinking. why cant this two women turn to nun? then it would be fair. =Dand another reason for disapprovement of gayism is because of religion, i think is because muslim dont appove to that ba. but whose business is it when the gays have nothing to do with the muslims? all right, its getting sick with all these brokeback.&lt;br /&gt;well, back to the dinner, after a really long walk in pasir ris park(and flashback of our schooldays of 2.4) we reach the place. we had the most unpleasent shock of our life after we ordered the drinks. a startling$18! and there were only 9 people! mind you, the drinks are in cups, those you see in any coffee shop, and it cost $2 for one CUP, not CAN. finished within 5 silps. had &lt;em&gt;zhu chao.&lt;/em&gt; ordered cereal prawns, thai style chicken, black pepper deer meat and kangkong. rather nice and the bill looks nice also. $104 dollars. we, as brothers, shared the bill. =D we were talking so loud during the meal that got quite a number of stares from the other table. but, like what gibson say, they only see us once in thier life, so its okay to lose face la. hahaha. kianloong couldnt spell birthday! hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;went to swensen to slack after that. with only 6 of us left. banana split was nice! and after much catching up, we went home. was really nice to have us together. even though its not the usual big lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gonna end here. sleep well guys.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9871034-114649934951832246?l=untouchable10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9871034/posts/default/114649934951832246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9871034/posts/default/114649934951832246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untouchable10.blogspot.com/2006/05/brokeback-haha.html' title='brokeback. haha'/><author><name>koonann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05412641406727202041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-9871034.post-114624579033961811</id><published>2006-04-29T01:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T20:14:17.729+08:00</updated><title type='text'>call to the wild!</title><content type='html'>being so long ago since i last caught a movie with G rating. haha. well, feel kinda childish today so went to catch 'the wild' with xiangrong. nothing cool showing in cinema now leh, eagerly anticipating mission impossible 3 to launch, and also X-men, poseidon and pirates of the carribean! the show was rather hilarious and irritating, with this toddler screeching everynow and then behind us thus providing sound effect that totally didnt match the atmosphere. to make matter worse, this little brat was like peeking between the gap between our two seats from behind, extending his little arm to touch xiangrong's hair. so disturbing lar. actually, its nothing different from those animal show, the plot is shallow and there seems not to have any climax.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was rather sinful watching movie with her, suppose to study with her, but i wasnt totally in the mood to bring out a book to set my head at it, and that idiot with mid year approaching suggest that we should catch a flick. and yeah, we are guilty. supper at macdonald after that. was so full from my dinner at popeyes lar. stuffing 1 big piece of chicken breast is like eating a 100 drumsticks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;miss out a outing with the guys today again, they met and i wasnt there. sorry guys! and the gathering is like so small, only 4 people, where are the rest!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. nothing much to blog, like getting so bored. fuck, life is so uninteresting now lar. i miss schooldays. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AC MILAN ARE NOT IN THE FINAL! ARGH. SCREWED UP CHAMPION LEAGUE SEASON.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9871034-114624579033961811?l=untouchable10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9871034/posts/default/114624579033961811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9871034/posts/default/114624579033961811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untouchable10.blogspot.com/2006/04/call-to-wild.html' title='call to the wild!'/><author><name>koonann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05412641406727202041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-9871034.post-114606560469388682</id><published>2006-04-26T23:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T20:14:17.411+08:00</updated><title type='text'>vanquished.</title><content type='html'>just like villarreal, im foiled too. damn lehmann for saving that spot kick, damn juan roman riquelme for shooting that predictable kick. wahlao, arsenal got into the final. NOOOOOOO!&lt;br /&gt;must be jose mari's dive lar, then got karma. damn it damn it damn it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 days streak at work ends today. the same old hackneyed ranting again, IM SO TIRED. and to make matter worse. im suffering from insomnia these few days! my eyes couldnt even open le and im still flipping around in bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everybody is in school, i miss the guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i dont know why and i know i shouldnt, but you kept coming into my mind. i hate it when i thought of you, because i know i cant have you. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i want to understand.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9871034-114606560469388682?l=untouchable10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9871034/posts/default/114606560469388682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9871034/posts/default/114606560469388682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untouchable10.blogspot.com/2006/04/vanquished.html' title='vanquished.'/><author><name>koonann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05412641406727202041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-9871034.post-114580822182949423</id><published>2006-04-23T23:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T20:14:17.272+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what's left of me.</title><content type='html'>well, actually, nothing much left. except a few pathtic hundred left in my miserable bank account. im like a man without an identification lor, that day went to POSBank to make a replacement for my atm card, i couldnt apply for a debit card! because i dont have a IC and my passport is expired. tmd. just my luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, i dont want to dwell too much on my misfortune, but i simply couldnt put my mind at rest! that son of a bitch send me a empty envelop. i guess its singapore post's fault ba, must be someone tamper with it or something. guess like its fated to be lost. argh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, this weekend have been rather busy, work work and more work 3 more days to make it 6 straight days of work! tiring leh. but i must think of my handphone! more money more money! hahahaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really need something to shock me back to life lar, i cant seems to concentrate on the simplest thing nowadays. i can stare into space while serving a customer and completely ignore his needs. tmd. dont know what my fuck brain is thinking, always bit and pieces of thoughts. i hope i can find someone to talk to now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im very hungry now, stay off. i may bite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;nothing taste as sweet as what i cant have&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9871034-114580822182949423?l=untouchable10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9871034/posts/default/114580822182949423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9871034/posts/default/114580822182949423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untouchable10.blogspot.com/2006/04/whats-left-of-me.html' title='what&apos;s left of me.'/><author><name>koonann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05412641406727202041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-9871034.post-114550971716931704</id><published>2006-04-20T12:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T20:14:17.119+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lucky day</title><content type='html'>i am so lucky today that i lost my wallet and handphone. three cheers for carelessness and stupidity. to think that i realise i forget i left my wallet and handphone in the toilet after 30 minutes later made me feel even more retarded.&lt;br /&gt;and thanks a lot to the guy who took it without trying to locate me, and also congratulation to you for the unexpected fortune you encounter (from me) after taking a leak. bless you with mushroom growing all over your genitals and bleed whenever you try to pee. and thats not all, i wished your arse rot so much that you cant sit on the toilet bowl seat and thus making you shit all over the place and you drop your phone onto some pile of shit you pooed.&lt;br /&gt;like so mean hur, is my fault to misplace it what. so no hard feelings, i take back my words. bless him with something kinder, that he got his testicals stuck in his anal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wahlao, so troublesome now, need to find back all my contacts, make police report, make a new IC and ezlink. and its all about money! *pull hairs* there goes my fream of a new camera. =/ great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i wanna be the papa, you can be the mom.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9871034-114550971716931704?l=untouchable10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9871034/posts/default/114550971716931704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9871034/posts/default/114550971716931704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untouchable10.blogspot.com/2006/04/lucky-day.html' title='lucky day'/><author><name>koonann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05412641406727202041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-9871034.post-114536902636436390</id><published>2006-04-18T20:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T20:14:16.962+08:00</updated><title type='text'>grow or change</title><content type='html'>yesterday, this friend whom i havent been contacting for quite some time approach me in msn. she said that i changed, i do think so, but when i ask how much i did changed, she replied this:&lt;br /&gt;cold, dao, fierce, strays away  and oblivious&lt;br /&gt;i cant help but laugh coldly. obviously she dont know me THAT well. well, she's a good friend of mine in secondary two days. and to be exact we were rather close. my secondary 2 class then thinking back was rather childish. they have this stupid thing between the girls where they separate themselves into different groups, going against one another. or what they claim 'backstab'. yeah, i cant believe i was once in that class. after the sec 3 streaming, i was the only person to get into my then 3I class. it was a whole new experience, that when i met my group of buddies now. yeah, i am happy to be with them, to mix with them. they are no goody goody. yes. our results may be poor and we make a hell load of noise wherever we go. but we are never indecent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then she starts to bring up the whole sec 2 thing, saying i am not the old me, im not that good to her anymore, how she wish she never grew up, what i use to do to hold 2G together. but this aint important anymore, i dont cherish those  'memories'. yes, i still regard her as a friend but who cares about 2g. not me not anyone but her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think she have this misconception of me like what every other faggots out there think like. that me being a typical&lt;em&gt; ah beng.&lt;/em&gt; yes, i have long golden hair, i have two piercing on my ear, so what. i dont smoke, i dont gamble, i dont drink(except in the chalet) and i dont go around fucking any prostitute i see in geylang. oh ya, singaporean bengs are just people who walk in a way where they keep brushing their own butt , spit everywhere they go and bunch of losers. im different. =D im not targetting her but those with this misconception of me.&lt;br /&gt;she also added that im not that 'koonanny', eh, anyone understand? tell me how you describe this term leh. tag it in my tag board. =D please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to you, this post is not to abuse you or what, just to blog out some of my thoughts, no offence in it. but i think i have to say i admire you for holding on to the past, yeah, there were memories, but to me now, the future and what i have now is what i really want to hold on. you dont have to think so much, i know you will. i think why you think this way is because we havent met up for so long. everything's fine. we just have our own way of living our life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;im gonna muster every ounces of confidence i have&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cannonball into the water&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;im gonna muster every ounces of confidence i have&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;for you i will, for you i will&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9871034-114536902636436390?l=untouchable10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9871034/posts/default/114536902636436390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9871034/posts/default/114536902636436390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untouchable10.blogspot.com/2006/04/grow-or-change.html' title='grow or change'/><author><name>koonann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05412641406727202041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-9871034.post-114526508442896323</id><published>2006-04-17T16:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T20:14:16.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'>so lonely inside, so busy out there</title><content type='html'>seriously, i miss school so much now. at least there is something to do everyday! good for those people whose poly life have started or starting soon. i still have to work my life away. awww.&lt;br /&gt;anyway, for those retaking o'level or taking o'level this year, if you are keen to study together, call me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, recently, my manager told me that i know what i am doing but i dont know what i want. then i realise how indecisive i have been all along. Making a decision is never easy for me. my choices are always both to my liking. i hate to take the wrong step and i never like to be rush. but hey, nothing is smooth sailing thou, you just have to make it right. but im too lazy to think all this out la. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. what starts a relationship? is it love and trust or what a friend told me. some brainwash? and the most ridiculous of all 'you didnt message me for so long and i thought you dont like me le, so i am now in a relationship with another guy'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;end this entry with this song. which is singing in my head over and over agian.&lt;br /&gt;mary J.blige - be without you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chemistry was crazy from the get-go&lt;br /&gt;Neither one of us knew why&lt;br /&gt;We didn't deal nothing overnight, cuz a love like this takes some time&lt;br /&gt;People start off as a phase&lt;br /&gt;Said we can't see that&lt;br /&gt;Now from top to bottom&lt;br /&gt;They see that we did that (yes)&lt;br /&gt;It's so true that (yes)&lt;br /&gt;We've been through it (yes)&lt;br /&gt;We got real shit (yes)&lt;br /&gt;See baby we've been....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too strong for too long (and I can't be without you baby)&lt;br /&gt;And I'll be waiting up until you get home (cuz I can't sleep without you baby)&lt;br /&gt;Anybody who's ever loved, ya know just what I feel&lt;br /&gt;Too hard to fake it, nothing can replace it&lt;br /&gt;Call the radio if you just can't be without your baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a question for ya&lt;br /&gt;See I already know the answer&lt;br /&gt;But I still wanna ask&lt;br /&gt;Would you lie? (no)&lt;br /&gt;Make me cry? (no)&lt;br /&gt;Do somethin' behind my back and then try to cover it up?&lt;br /&gt;Well, neither would I baby&lt;br /&gt;My love is only your love (yes)&lt;br /&gt;I'll be faithful (yes)I&lt;br /&gt;'m for real (yes)&lt;br /&gt;And with us you'll always know the deal&lt;br /&gt;We've been......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;too strong for too long (and i cant be without you baby)&lt;br /&gt;and i'll be staying up till you get home (cuz i cant sleep without you baby)&lt;br /&gt;anyone who's ever loved, ya know just what i feel&lt;br /&gt;too hard to fake it, nothing can replace it&lt;br /&gt;call the radio if you just can be without your baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See this is real talkI'm always stay (no matter what)&lt;br /&gt;Good or bad (thick and thin)&lt;br /&gt;Right or Wrong (all day everyday)&lt;br /&gt;Now if you're down on love or don't believe&lt;br /&gt;This ain't for you (no, this ain't for you)&lt;br /&gt;And if you got it deep in your heart&lt;br /&gt;And deep down you know that it's true (comeon, come on, come on)&lt;br /&gt;Well, let me see you put your hands up(hands up)&lt;br /&gt;Fellas tell your lady she's the one (fellas tellyour lady she's the one, oh)&lt;br /&gt;Put your hands up (hands up)&lt;br /&gt;Ladies let him know he's got your love&lt;br /&gt;look him right in his eyes and tell him&lt;br /&gt;We've been....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;too strong for too long (you know i can be without you baby)&lt;br /&gt;and i'll be staying up till you get home(cuz i cant sleep without you baby)&lt;br /&gt;anyone who's ever loved, ya know just what i feel&lt;br /&gt;to hard to fake it, nothing can replace it&lt;br /&gt;call the radio if you just cant be without your baby&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9871034-114526508442896323?l=untouchable10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9871034/posts/default/114526508442896323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9871034/posts/default/114526508442896323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untouchable10.blogspot.com/2006/04/so-lonely-inside-so-busy-out-there.html' title='so lonely inside, so busy out there'/><author><name>koonann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05412641406727202041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-9871034.post-114015662739998526</id><published>2006-02-17T12:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T20:14:16.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'>costomer service.</title><content type='html'>well, i had been back after another long stint. was busy with work, or rather, been REALLY busy with work. im juggling two jobs now, as they are two wonderful workplace.(and i want more income) anyway, apart from the tirednesss of work, its a rather wonderful experience for me to see the many faces of singaporeans and also, pick up more friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with nothing much exactly to post, i shall share the kind of costomers i have seen that will make you wanna pull down your pants and pee-ed right at their face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. the what-is-this-what-is-that type.&lt;br /&gt;these people are the most common irritants, mainly indian.( no racist remark) they seems to think that the salesman knows &lt;em&gt;everything.&lt;/em&gt; yah, as a retail salesman, you got to know your products! the problem is after you advice them on the recommended shoes, which they ask you for. they will always return to the earlier question and ask their repertoire of question again. this will ask question like' why is this so expensive and that so cheap' and after your explaination. they will just keep quiet, or, they will yell 'rubbish, you dont know anything!' what the hell, as if they know, know le still ask. these people will usually end up buying the cheapest one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. the cheapos'&lt;br /&gt;these group of people have only one thing on their mind. DISCOUNTS! first line they will say after approaching the salesman with the shoe in hand, 'this one got discount anot arh?' reply will always be typical. when you say yes. they will say 'can help me get size ---?' when no, reply will be a short 'why?' as if i know, my father dont own the shop. once, i was serving this middle 40 lady, everywhere she go, she will point out to shirts she is interested and ask ' got discount anot' and when most of the item dont have, she left. you want discount go pasar malam lar, shopping centre all fixed price.&lt;br /&gt;another group of cheapos i encounter in banquet are far more disgraceful, once, in this buffet dinner recently, it was towards the end of the night, when everybody left and left only a table of commitee just starting their dinner. throughout the dinner, while i was clearing the coffee stall alone, i heard constant praising of the food and desert, and when i was smugging on tonight's good meal(the leftover's), i heard somrthing that shattered everything. 'can i &lt;em&gt;da bao&lt;/em&gt;?' noooooooo! i moan to myself. my manager gave the green light to their request and this women who was so much in love with the chocolate truffle cake grab the remaining half of itand stuff it into the box, saying it will be for tommorrow's breakfast. my heart is crying now, the truffle cake is my favourite also! and happily, the women approach me, and ask 'the kitchen still have anot?' tmd. machiam the seven month ghost like that. havent shit out thinking what to stuff inside her stomach liao. what surprise me was she look so young and rather pretty, but behave like a old women. totally disgusted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. women&lt;br /&gt;the most difficult to serve and satisfied. especially those with hushand. there is these two experience which i saw my manager encounted. it was at closing, and these couple walk in, see see look look, then the men who really want to buy a racket ask my manager for recomendations. the man was rather okay with everything, but the women bombared so many question. and when the man wanted to get the racket already, the women will say she prefer another one. taking their own sweet time to chose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. the chee byes.&lt;br /&gt;me and my colleague alway brand the most fuck up costomer under this group.  those that have alot of problems. recently, which is two days ago, there is these two girls, buying a reebok bag, which cost about 30 plus, about a few more hours later, they came back, saying they intended to buy the cheaper one, and wanted to changwe and also a cash refund. but our policy clearly stated no refund. then the girl's friend started to talk in a attitude way. saying her friend has no money to eat. our fault arh? this kind of shameless thing she also got the cheek to say out sia. my manager, already no mood because of another chee bye he's is handling also, just gave them back the money. now, the chee bye he is handling is far more atrocious, a indian man, demanding a change for his what looks like a shoe picked up from the rubbish dump. he claimed he brought it two month ago, at our shoe, and now the air rubber has expand, my manager check the production date and it was produced in 2002. which our shop open in 2005 dont carry, its a very old shoe and is brought from the previous tenant, sportslink. the man insist he is right that its brought from here and wanted a change immediately. so after calling the costomer service and stuff, he finally admit he brought it in 2004. he dont give a damn to what my manger say claim we are wasting his time. who's talking now? in the end the poor old man went home with the old pair of shoe, wasting one hour with us. dumb guy, want change new shoe also dont need like that mar.&lt;br /&gt;and yesterday, i was serving this indian again, he helped himself to all the shirt, took it out, go to the changing room try, and throw it everywhere. i so damn pissed lor, i thought he buy liao, and when i turned around he took another bundle of clothes in the fitting room, came out not wanting any again. knn, i piled up all the shirt and he tried a total of 20 over pieces.! when his taking another run in the store. my manger recommended some and he try and took one piece in the end. because of this bastard, he overturn the shop and make me spend so much time hanging back everything and he end up buying one piece! argh. dont try hen you cannot buy lar. also not handsome, nobody will see also mar. arent they chee byes?&lt;br /&gt;my another colleague was more unlucky, got a trashing. this man who wanted to buy a shin guard handed my friend the money, my friend just politely say, please pay at the counter and that chee bye trashed him saying 'what kind of service is this?' ridiculous? if he say this to me, i will definitely tell him ' self service sir' not happy complaint me lor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these are just a few of the ridiculous costomer i have entertained and seen, singaporens keep saying what costomer service is poor, but they themselves never thought that if thay at least treat us salespeople and waiter as proper human, you will at least walk away happier. a simple smile will make me serve you well, just dont be overdemanding. i very practical one, you look friendly, i serve you with a smile. you yaya, use finger summon me to you, i give you lan jiao service. haha. spare a thought lar. you not happy you scold us, we not happy scold who? you got some money you come and big fuck, so good, dont work for people lor, open your own company, command people. that is when you have the right to act. yesterday, encounted so many shit ass people, at least one make me smile. i called this man, saying the reebok resistance tube he was searching for is out of stock. he replied that he had already got one from his friend and praise me for puting in my efforts to search for it and called to inform him, saying' this is what i call good costomer service' haha. true, i ended up telling him sorry that we couldnt find it and he instead say not to worry, he dont mind. i so happy can. see, just be gracious,  &lt;em&gt;qing chai jiu hao.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9871034-114015662739998526?l=untouchable10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9871034/posts/default/114015662739998526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9871034/posts/default/114015662739998526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untouchable10.blogspot.com/2006/02/costomer-service.html' title='costomer service.'/><author><name>koonann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05412641406727202041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-9871034.post-113747455120799974</id><published>2006-01-17T12:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T20:14:16.231+08:00</updated><title type='text'>rants</title><content type='html'>well, after a month's break, i finally decide to blog! haha. mapling for quite awhile and cant find a time nor a topic to begin a entry. i heard whine from the other side! "who ask you maple? maple maple maple" all of a sudden. i feel playing maple story is a sin, a very big one. taking junkai for example. hw made a really bizarre hari raya wish that all people in the world would stop mapling. haha. thats crap. enough of mapling, what should i begin my entry with is still a problem. new year resolution sounds abit late. nothing interesting in life recently in life too. oh yes, no schooling for us now! hahas. heard from some people that manjusri is getting more and more absurd. fancy getting them all back to the hall to check whether they brought books home and stuff. cool. and attire and grooming will definitely go against me. i even got complaints about my grooming for going back as a graduate. whats wrong with getting holes around andlong hair. get alife dude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. seriously, i have nothing more to rant. but i promise i'll be back soon. with a better entry.. hahas. ciaos now to be back with cheechai with the conversation about ass.. hahas. good ridance.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9871034-113747455120799974?l=untouchable10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9871034/posts/default/113747455120799974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9871034/posts/default/113747455120799974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untouchable10.blogspot.com/2006/01/rants.html' title='rants'/><author><name>koonann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05412641406727202041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-9871034.post-113448142441653905</id><published>2005-12-13T21:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T20:14:16.047+08:00</updated><title type='text'>now this is for you</title><content type='html'>this post is simply you, yeo jieyuan.. what make you so sure the previous entry is for you..? if not for your guilty conscience.. well, im really not happy.. thats the fact.. i rather talk here than see you..&lt;br /&gt;i know waht you have been unhappy about.. no commitment, lousy attitude, think im star player, and blah blah.. to take my stand.. you dont deserve to comment on me, the truth is you are not bias, you just love to pick on me and maybe my brother.. dont deny.. how can i show commitment to a team that have so many goody two shoes..? to a team that think in a way that is never to our advantage.. double-side people and stuffs..as for my attitude..im happy with it.. i dont think im someone who flare up easily.. i know my temper needs some teaching.. but i only flares up to your craps and balls.. dont try to teach me temper when you yourself is another example.. i have never say im a star player.. did i..? if so.. list where you hear it from.. you think im star player then say lar.. dont stuff word inside my mouth..&lt;br /&gt;if you really want drop because of one training, i dont mind.. but the fucking problem is, why only me..? dont say i miss alot lars.. o'level break is who say de..? after o'level miss one because of work you make noise.. and another thing, what is your status in the team to make noise..? i dont see why i must be drop and not junkai.. dont come and crap about commitment and what captaincy.. i dont give a shit.. show me how commited you are.. and how you rate my commitment and why..?&lt;br /&gt;and yes, its not up to you to decide to drop who.. its the coach and THEM.. its always other and not you.. the them you refer to really are those with team spirit..? you have your side and do you know how many people else is not happy with the management..? stop being childish with working and training..&lt;br /&gt;let everybody decide what to chose.. 1) work and slack and be paid.. or 2) run your ass off and pay people.. i bet with my dick everybody will chose 1..&lt;br /&gt;im not blogging because im trying to let people knowhow bad our team is.. is to voice our my opinion.. anything unhappy, just keep you to yourself, dont disturb people around me to curse and swear..&lt;br /&gt;whatever it is, i stand totally to my entry.. no offence, be sensitive if you want.. quit the team if you really dont give a damn anymore, tell you what, let me be the one to quit if im the start of all unhappiness.. or the unhappiness you evoke..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9871034-113448142441653905?l=untouchable10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9871034/posts/default/113448142441653905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9871034/posts/default/113448142441653905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untouchable10.blogspot.com/2005/12/now-this-is-for-you.html' title='now this is for you'/><author><name>koonann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05412641406727202041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-9871034.post-113447628331416252</id><published>2005-12-13T20:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T20:14:15.882+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fuck up shit people..</title><content type='html'>to some fuck up dickhead who is trying to be lame.. if you really think the team can survive with dickheads like you.. please cont to think that way.. i dont give a shit in this fuck up team.. you really think you that great.. stop deceiving yourself..&lt;br /&gt;want to drop us go ahead.. anything unhappy just talk directly.. dont talk balls behind us.. be practical.. between work and foottball.. you dont tell me you will stick with football.. missing a training means i'll be drop.. cool.. why not you give me 36 bucks and i go training..? think lars.. why i dont hear junkai's name being drop when he miss a training.. you want come and give me all this fuck, go ahead..&lt;br /&gt;not im trying to show my temper or be unreasonable.. i have enough of all the shit you have been giving.. just use your brain.. i dont deserve to be drop even if i dont go training.. just match performance prove everything..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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type='text'>o'level 's end</title><content type='html'>hey!  im back! hahas.. after about dont know how many months' absence! i bet you all miss me.. hahas.. well.. dont know where i should begin.. hahas.. so many things to recall.. hmm.. graduated from mjr finally.. like i said earlier.. mixed feelings.. now life havent really change much.. still the same, study and study and study and still study! hahas.. frankly speaking, i couldnt live each day without studying now.. had the macdonald's clan's company everyday.. namely - kaiwen, sweeyim, huixian tingxuan, sunny, amelia, yonghan.. hahas.. one crazy group full of craps like birdie wen.. hahas.. now with the o's finally getting to an end, there is time for relaxation.. ahhhh.. but my main worry now is to get a job!!!! i want to be employed!!!! need money arh.. want buy this want buy that.. =(&lt;br /&gt;welll, o'level had been rather easy going.. except for my maths paper 2 and english paper 1.. think there isnt any big problem in other papers.. science can say is rather easy peasy.. hope the coming mcq can do well and at least get a distinction.. now havent thought of getting into which poly and what course.. see my result ba... maybe go left right left liaos.. hahas.. liberation is within a glimpse in 2 days time.. then we will start our sentosa camp! at the very day of the last paper.. woohoo~ that is at least better than we playing soccer as a form of celebration.. hahas.. soccer until quite sian.. heard from weihwang club trail very hard to get in.. wah.. sian half.. full force physical training soon!&lt;br /&gt;hmm. althought busy mugging these few months.. caught many movies.. caught the myth, into the blue, flightplan, legend of zorro, transporters 2 and the latest the exorcism of emily rose.. all had been rather enjoyable.. hahas.. soon will be catching harry potter and the goblet of fire, tom yum goong.. enjoy time.. =P&lt;br /&gt;i guess its too late now for my graduation post.. feelings dont feel the same, and not that enthu anymore.. hahas.. sorry.. but graduation day has been rather memorable for me and i bet every graduating members.. do take care everyone! and thanks for being my best buds..&lt;br /&gt;anyway, my internet connection is still not back... so would be back so soon for the next entry.. hahas.. but be sure of more fun when i returuned!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll love you, always&lt;br /&gt;till the star dont shine and the heaven burst&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9871034-113231309129289581?l=untouchable10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9871034/posts/default/113231309129289581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9871034/posts/default/113231309129289581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untouchable10.blogspot.com/2005/11/olevel-s-end.html' title='o&apos;level &apos;s end'/><author><name>koonann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05412641406727202041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-9871034.post-112685275768847835</id><published>2005-09-16T14:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T20:14:15.505+08:00</updated><title type='text'>half way through the prelims</title><content type='html'>today is the first week of prelims.. important subjects almost finished except for physics.. o'level 40+ days more.. fast.. prelim was alright.. humans come out the is those that i learned.. quite a breeze.. maths.. is a total disaster.. miss neo mass kill sia.. paper fucking hard.. do until damn pek chek..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we will be out of manjusri soon.. mixed feeling still.. i have grown up alot here.. everything seem so fast now.. life is almost perfect for me.. except for exams stress.. have good friends around me.. quite satisfied thou..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watch 3 movies in the past two week.. incrediblely.. all 3 are comedy..! lolx.. 1st one was with the band ex member.. watch drink drank drunk.. nice and romantic.. 2nd was with the sec 4 brudders.. one more chance.. its damn hilarious.. we were laughing our socks off.. its a funny and sad sorry.. almost moved to tears can..! give convicts a chance..! thats the morale.. hahas.. third one was watched with rakcent.. two guys going to marina.. watching movie together.. hahas.. watch the longest yard.. its the best out of the 3.. its a movie on football(american football, mind you) hahas.. and the convicts must compete with the guard.. convict was lead by adam sadler.. he rocks! the gays in the prison almost eject me out of my seat.. &lt;em&gt;give me a D! give me a I ! give me a C! give me a K!&lt;/em&gt; lolx.. nelly also appear in the show.. lolx.. but i dont like him.. he acts rather well thou..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;havent been playing match for two weeks? no time.. but did play soccer lars.. in school.. and some immature and arrogant ass wanna find trouble.. and they think i will be so stupid to fight with them.. i still want to take my o'level okay.. come talk to me when you are grown up okay.. dont know anything about soccer just keep your mouth shut and watch.. save your comments to yourself.. want say people better accept people's comment too.. ass..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bored now.. 2morow celebrating darren's birthday.. happy birthday brudder before hand! hahas.. grow up liao.. quit smoking lars.. study hard too..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks amelia for the photo! hahas.. at least im remembered.. congrats to you too.. hahas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;man utd got two disappointing draw these week.. argh.. but van der sar caught my attention.. he's good man.. van nistelrooy.. score quite a few goals le.. hahas.. good.. i find him really trouble making.. hahas.. but i still like him.. lalala~ rooney got his first red in man utd colour.. hahas.. sportscentre got this heading : rooneyism: stupidity or youth.. lolx.. that guy seems to be wasting his talent.. clapping sacastically at the refree for showing a yellow card to him and then got himself send off.. lolx.. thats stupidity.. looney!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9871034-112685275768847835?l=untouchable10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9871034/posts/default/112685275768847835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9871034/posts/default/112685275768847835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untouchable10.blogspot.com/2005/09/half-way-through-prelims.html' title='half way through the prelims'/><author><name>koonann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05412641406727202041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-9871034.post-112522567835405634</id><published>2005-08-28T18:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T20:14:15.377+08:00</updated><title type='text'>folio folio! argh!!!</title><content type='html'>again at rakcent house.. suppose to do folio.. but felt hand drawn look nicer.. ( before i came to rakcent house, i thought computer work is better).. not much product done.. felt so scare when i saw rakcent one almost done! argh.. gonna go home and chiong.. if not 2morow bring to poa to do.. heehee.. this folio thingy is really driving me nuts..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;match 2morow and wednesday.. 2morow vs sec 3 express = a few normal guys.. (cause some gays chicken out).. still carrying slight knocks on my left ankle.. oh ya.. havent elabarate how i got it.. was trying to tip a loose ball into goal.. but th problem is the goal is too far.. and i try my luck by slidding.. and my left leg was on the ground and skin came off and got a really nice sprain.. wed match is the teachers' day match.. some sort of testimonial match.. good chance to show off ba.. hahas.. hope can perform ba.. hectic..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eh.. nothing much to say.. in a rush now.. gotta go.. back next time.. ciaos..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9871034-112522567835405634?l=untouchable10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9871034/posts/default/112522567835405634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9871034/posts/default/112522567835405634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untouchable10.blogspot.com/2005/08/folio-folio-argh.html' title='folio folio! argh!!!'/><author><name>koonann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05412641406727202041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-9871034.post-112478331517696283</id><published>2005-08-23T15:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T20:14:15.212+08:00</updated><title type='text'>10 days to prelims!</title><content type='html'>Am back at rakcent's house to do folio again.. just realise the deadline is next wednesday i think.. i think i just manage to complete around 5 pieces already.. i am starting to count the sleepless nights coming! i doubt anyone will be kind enough to help me with some of it lars..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have already started on revision.. which is a good sign.. was greeted with a rather unwelcoming sight early in the morning.. notice board in besides the staircase reads ' 10 days to prelim '.. and many were like huh..? so fast..? *pull hairs* its really fast thou.. but to be exact.. friday is the start.. practical coming.. and i hope everything will be rather smooth sailing..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life now is all about studying and studying.. and still. studying.. 69 days to o'level.. REN! hahas.. but now we were all dying for the o'level to end.. and then we dont even have to step back to manjusri again.. but on second thoughts.. after leaving.. we would rather we stay in there again..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;soccer next week..! monday and wednesday.. i wonder if i have the fitness.. =/ one against sec 3 express (90% confirm) and another for the teachers day one.. thats gonna be the last.. ( if i could resist the temptation of it) hahas..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everything seems to be brighter when you are looking on the brightside and getting rid of people off my back.. affection are rather hard to figure out these days.. just let it be.. whoever wants to guide me will always be there..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im irritated..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9871034-112478331517696283?l=untouchable10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9871034/posts/default/112478331517696283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9871034/posts/default/112478331517696283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untouchable10.blogspot.com/2005/08/10-days-to-prelims.html' title='10 days to prelims!'/><author><name>koonann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05412641406727202041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-9871034.post-112427169079883903</id><published>2005-08-17T17:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T20:14:15.065+08:00</updated><title type='text'>stronger than ever</title><content type='html'>here im once again.. back to blogging after a long time disapperance.. i dont think any one cares too.. the o's is coming.. approaching fast.. i think in about 70 over days.. i cant wait for it! to end.. am rather stress up after i saw my block test result.. must start to work hard.. which i have i have been telling myself since the start of the 100 days countdown to o'level.. school seems to be fun when there you are listening to lessons.. these period seems to have many problems.. which i rather dont wanna think about it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my o'level chinese got a 3.. which im not happy about(except that i get to choose whether to attend chan's lesson).. although many say"3 good what" but tell that to my mother.. i dont know why her expectation for my chinese is so high.. and i wish i met her expectations..&lt;br /&gt;o'level d&amp;amp;t artefact is finally complete.. or rather almost.. proud of the efforts i put in..&lt;br /&gt;and its the o'level english oral today.. which i cock up at the conversation.. i turn soft when the chio bu examiner smile at me.. dumb me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last saturday played a match.. seriously lacking in match fitness.. i scored one when the penalty spot.. pheng got a red card! that temperamental ass.. ended up with bruises everywhere.. =/ anyway.. i think we played badly.. period..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;many things seems to happen around me.. but not one is what i really expect.. and ended up happily.. life is definitely duller without you.. i learnt to cope with it.. i want you to be there with me.. and ya.. thats a dream..&lt;br /&gt;and im rather unconcerned to some matters.. which i dont really want to speak up.. i prefer the way everything is in now.. if anyone is not happy with me.. its your problem.. you can curse and swear and talk beind my back.. since thats the way you are when you never treat anyone as your friend.. hate me if you really do..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now.. off to do my folio.. have less than a month time.. gotta rush now.. ciaos~&lt;br /&gt;i meant what i say.. and i will always stand by it..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9871034-112427169079883903?l=untouchable10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9871034/posts/default/112427169079883903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9871034/posts/default/112427169079883903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untouchable10.blogspot.com/2005/08/stronger-than-ever.html' title='stronger than ever'/><author><name>koonann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05412641406727202041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-9871034.post-112142467512573530</id><published>2005-07-15T18:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T20:14:14.914+08:00</updated><title type='text'>everybody's changing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i finally laid my fingers onto the keyboard and do some typing which i havent been doin for about a month..? am at my buddy rakcent's house.. with weizhen.. the two little boy at playing some games that shots.. lolx.. and weizhen sounds so excited with everything.. there's seriously tpp much to blog after such a long time absence.. blogging seems so.. strange now.. been looking through all the blog's.. everyone seems to have a different lifestyle now.. i dont understand what im feeling now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school was still bored as usual.. but its seems so much fun than before.. study is now on everybody's mind.. remedial everyday.. and i actually pay attention in class.. feels good to study thou.. must thanks the teachers thou.. they make study fun for me.. stayed back every tuesday to do homework.. misstay keep accusing us for playing when we aint not.. some bitches talk craps to her.. and she believes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;soocer.. havent been playing that much anymore.. kick around.. last match at ubi field we won.. scored one assist one.. good performance.. i felt my dribbling improve.. but i think still can do better.. first touch is better and of course vision.. i seriously hope weizhen can improve which he obviously aint doing now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;band have been practising for the anniversary.. the practice was long.. but their standards is improving i hope.. and i believe they will.. goodluck guys for anniversary..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm.. since school reopened.. i dont know.. everyone seems busy.. and i dont really feel like talking much.. and thats because i dont feel like talking to YOU..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;carrot is a new game invented... which is really fun with all the staking and stuffs.. and im gonna make it clear.. if someone is gonna get injured.. it would have happen long ago.. this is not childish or anything.. see it whatever you want.. and mind you.. siah mong's injured leg was his own doing.. carroting have nothing to do with it.. if nobody is complaining.. just shut the fuck up.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;you are not the person i once knew&lt;br /&gt;there is so much a distance between us now&lt;br /&gt;you are so completely confided to yourselves&lt;br /&gt;there's no time for others&lt;br /&gt;there's nothing i can see in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;but i can see tears in mine&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/9871034-112142467512573530?l=untouchable10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9871034/posts/default/112142467512573530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9871034/posts/default/112142467512573530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untouchable10.blogspot.com/2005/07/everybodys-changing.html' title='everybody&apos;s changing'/><author><name>koonann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05412641406727202041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-9871034.post-111963529357083928</id><published>2005-06-25T01:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T20:14:14.779+08:00</updated><title type='text'>concert boreds</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;woke up with the sun shining over dont know where.. at 4pm! and i thought it was still 11.. lolx.. maybe that explains how tired i am.. i really am.. message crystal to ask are they going anywhere and she told me about the concert and that she cant make up her mind whether or not to go.. lolx.. in the end spent about 2 hours and finally decides to go.. immping and jenny included..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met up with immping and was almost 15 mins late le.. lolx.. the concert is nanyang polytechnic and nanyang technological university combined one.. free sitting and stuffs.. reached there bout 1 hour late.. crystal wasnt around.. her stepmom dont let i think.. went to nyp at yio chu kang.. reached there 10mins late and the concert had already began.. the songs selection was rather boring thou.. feel like a lullaby to me.. lolx.. hynotising effects.. sneaked off during the intermission.. with jenny immping and yuetyong.. the lovebirds(jenny and yong) were so loving la.. lolx.. the rest went to mac at nyp and we went to toa payoh for dinner.. cant decide what to eat and finally stopped at the food court.. had japanese food which was rather nice and was in large quantity.. lolx.. had old chang kee curry puff after that! yumyum.. im getting fatter by the day.. nvm.. i love it thou.. lolx.. went home after that..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my parents were not so lovable lately.. my mom keeps grumbling about me having a haircut that dont look like one.. -.-" i should hav bald head to pleased her i guess.. and my mountain bill which i admit is a little bit out of hand.. but dont need to make so much noise right.. forget it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;match tomorrow. pray hard that there will be no objection from them.. thats gonna be my last one.. i promise.. o'level is next...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stay in me - dont go away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9871034-111963529357083928?l=untouchable10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9871034/posts/default/111963529357083928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9871034/posts/default/111963529357083928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untouchable10.blogspot.com/2005/06/concert-boreds.html' title='concert boreds'/><author><name>koonann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05412641406727202041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-9871034.post-111945151973205197</id><published>2005-06-22T22:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T20:14:14.534+08:00</updated><title type='text'>gotta catch em all!</title><content type='html'>social studies retest today.. kinda scrap through it again(like any other test of course!).. i was feeling so much like sleeping and i saw kokhong skeeping so happily beside me and im still stuck on source base.. decide to scribble some illegible handwriting down.. and answer the essay with stupid answer that is completely irrelevant to the subject.. hahas.. and i slept happily ever after.. lolx.. after went to eat mac again.. which is the 3rd consecutive day! had hotcakes and we did stuff that gross us up.. we mix bbq sauce, packets of honey.. tonnes of sugar and coffee mates salt, ice, butter, and a little piece of hashbrown from kianloong together.. and oh ya! we tore the tea bags and took the tea eaves in too.. lolx.. its so slimy and umm.. gross..? seriously it look like umm.. rotten disgusted.. koko krunch! cool! and we left it in the drain.. heehee~&lt;br /&gt;crap our way to geylang west! for my favourite! soccer! or rather to be roasted.. the weather is still so hot.. we are beijing ducks! quack quack.. played match.. so many people face got ramed! bunbun(derrick) got the cutest reaction when got hit.. hahas.. and yingqian rolled  down when he was about to get inside the court.. his shoe got stuck in the net and he flew over the wall.. hahas.. humpty dumpty.. then they were playing with their handphone.. pokemon! lolx.. went home.. pheng got yingqian's phone home.. and i was playing the pokemon happily.. hahas.. decided to look for my gameboy the cartridge.. and realise m dad gave to my cousin my gameboy and all the game! argh.. i want to catch em all one leh.. ass sia.. pikachuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu~ lalala~&lt;br /&gt;didn't know what to say now.. gotta go.. ciaos~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9871034-111945151973205197?l=untouchable10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9871034/posts/default/111945151973205197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9871034/posts/default/111945151973205197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untouchable10.blogspot.com/2005/06/gotta-catch-em-all.html' title='gotta catch em all!'/><author><name>koonann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05412641406727202041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-9871034.post-111936861218003871</id><published>2005-06-21T23:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T20:14:14.362+08:00</updated><title type='text'>blabber blabber</title><content type='html'>dont know whats there to write now.. im total moodless.. still brooding over some stuffs and.. my brother get to change his phone and im still stuck with some unusual but worthless retarded phone! although i love that phone alot.. but i want a new one!&lt;br /&gt;they seems reluctant to let me get a new one.. i have already lower my vision to those pretty cheap ones.. and whats there for me to follow the trend! im not asking for 3G..! its a normal.. polyphonic and camera phone!&lt;br /&gt;the world dont seems like a wonderful place to me anymore. will i even have any chance for redemption..? to get this puny me to attention? @#$%^&amp;amp;*&lt;br /&gt;today revison exam is another flop.. i didnt study(as expected) .. and my ass is still on the chair in front of the computer happily blogging away while 2morow is social studies exam.. yay! and more good things.. internet would be off after saturday.. no more bullshit posts and maybe an eyesore to the msn..&lt;br /&gt;i feel like singing here without you now.. dont know why..?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;tonight its only you and me-&lt;/em&gt;yea &lt;em&gt;-&lt;/em&gt;when will that night ever come&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9871034-111936861218003871?l=untouchable10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9871034/posts/default/111936861218003871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9871034/posts/default/111936861218003871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untouchable10.blogspot.com/2005/06/blabber-blabber.html' title='blabber blabber'/><author><name>koonann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05412641406727202041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-9871034.post-111927875530656711</id><published>2005-06-20T22:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T20:14:14.172+08:00</updated><title type='text'>=\</title><content type='html'>something's amiss this few days.. i cant figure it out..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today went to school for revision test.. which was total crap.. seriously i think minnie cheong have nothing better to do to make english revision test compulsory.. DUH! and whats more.. sleeping is also not allowed.. -_-" i dont see whats wrong with that..? scrap my way through by writing a hell loads of craps with my eyes half closed.. maths next.. and i actually manage to find it easy.. provided that i have learnt(of course).. couldn't finished it.. im startin to love maths thou.. credits to mr fahmy..  he really motivates me lars.. kinda talk along well with him..&lt;br /&gt;talk craps at the canteen.. funny lars.. 'quarter pounder' and seetoh.. i love crapping!&lt;br /&gt;went to mac for lunch with them and fahmy included.. saw bunch of people playing soccer.. went to met them after our meal.. the whether sucks big time.. its so damn hot.. felt like barbeque beijing ducks..? lolx.. i was the keeper but i conceded quite a number of goals. =\ got my palm hurt.. ouch.. nothing much.. then go home le.. science test 2morow.. oh great.. i havent even caught a glance of anything..! happy failing! but i dont want to disappoint godma.. =\ i promise i will study once the chalet is over.. hais.. failure am i..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks to yingting and amelia all this while..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;do i ever feature in your mind even once..?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9871034-111927875530656711?l=untouchable10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9871034/posts/default/111927875530656711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9871034/posts/default/111927875530656711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untouchable10.blogspot.com/2005/06/blog-post.html' title='=\'/><author><name>koonann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05412641406727202041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-9871034.post-111920048761845334</id><published>2005-06-20T00:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T20:14:13.977+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Almost  - Bowling For Soup</title><content type='html'>I almost got drunk at school at 14&lt;br /&gt;Where I almost made out with the homecoming queen&lt;br /&gt;Who almost went on to be Miss. Texas&lt;br /&gt;But lost to a slut with much bigger breastes&lt;br /&gt;I almost dropped out to move to L.A.&lt;br /&gt;Where I was almost famous for almost a day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I almost had you&lt;br /&gt;But I guess that doesn't cut it&lt;br /&gt;Almost loved you&lt;br /&gt;I almost wished you woulda loved me too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I almost held up a grocery store&lt;br /&gt;Where I almost did 5 years and then 7 more&lt;br /&gt;Cuz I almost got popped for a fight with a thug&lt;br /&gt;Cuz he almost made off with a buncha the drugs&lt;br /&gt;That I almost got hooked on cuz you ran away&lt;br /&gt;And I wished I woulda had the nerve to ask you to stay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I almost had you&lt;br /&gt;But I guess that doesn't cut it&lt;br /&gt;Almost loved you&lt;br /&gt;And I didn't even know it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You kept me guessin'&lt;br /&gt;And now I'm destined&lt;br /&gt;To spend my time missin' you&lt;br /&gt;I almost wished you woulda loved me too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I go thinkin' about all the things I could have done&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna need a forklift cuz all the baggage weighs a ton&lt;br /&gt;I know we've had our problems.&lt;br /&gt;I can't remember one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I almost forgot to say something else&lt;br /&gt;And if I can't fit it in I'll keep it all to myself&lt;br /&gt;I almost wrote a song about you today&lt;br /&gt;But I tore it all up and then I threw it away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I almost had you&lt;br /&gt;But I guess that doesn't cut it&lt;br /&gt;Almost loved you&lt;br /&gt;And I didn't even know it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You kept me guessin' And now I'm destined&lt;br /&gt;To spend my time missin' you&lt;br /&gt;I almost wished you woulda loved me too(4x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I almost wished you woulda loved me too&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/9871034-111920048761845334?l=untouchable10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9871034/posts/default/111920048761845334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9871034/posts/default/111920048761845334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untouchable10.blogspot.com/2005/06/almost-bowling-for-soup.html' title='Almost  - Bowling For Soup'/><author><name>koonann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05412641406727202041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-9871034.post-111911826699121706</id><published>2005-06-19T01:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T20:14:13.807+08:00</updated><title type='text'>. . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;feeling rather inferior these few days..&lt;br /&gt;i cant compare myself with others..&lt;br /&gt;i realised im not that perfect that i always think i was..&lt;br /&gt;i dont know what aroused these feeling..&lt;br /&gt;nor do i know who will understand..&lt;br /&gt;where have everybody been?&lt;br /&gt;and where are YOU..?&lt;br /&gt;and maybe..&lt;br /&gt;im really that not important to everybody..&lt;br /&gt;or rather.. i dont even exist..&lt;br /&gt;oh GREAT! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;you make me feel like an idiot&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9871034-111911826699121706?l=untouchable10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9871034/posts/default/111911826699121706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9871034/posts/default/111911826699121706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untouchable10.blogspot.com/2005/06/blog-post_19.html' title='. . .'/><author><name>koonann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05412641406727202041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-9871034.post-111883016964655214</id><published>2005-06-15T17:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T20:14:13.652+08:00</updated><title type='text'>4i'o5 rocks (only some)</title><content type='html'>back from the class chalet.. didn't know whether its fun or boring.. i think both..? hahas.. but 4i'05 seriously rocks now.. not all althought.. but at least there are lovable eole in our class.. hahas.. weizhen rakcent yingting aikchun junkai kokhong - u all rocks.. and also thanks to those who came for the bbq! minting zhiyan bryan hubert jingjing mstay mrgui and mr fahmy! hahas.. and also lecia for the fried rice! hahas..&lt;br /&gt;first day was alright lars.. good morning as i was wearing my beloved van nistelrroy new shirt! lalala~ met yingting and accompanied her for dental appointment at outram.. rob me off my sleep..! waited awhile and set off to my home to take my stuffs and we set off to costa sand.. woot~ had a problem begging for strangers to help us booked in.. singaporeans are so not helpful lars.. scare this scare that.. eeyer.. saw one lady sitting outside.. look pretty mature.. tried our luck as she looks quite helpful.. lolx.. she agreed and we got the key lo.. not much ppl.. only aikchun.. then  came rakcent and junkai.. wif the drinks..! den laze.. andy came and we left soon.. for swensen! met kokhong there.. the main dish cost a bomb and we decided to have swensen fir deserts.. just as we were about to leave.. they served us drinks le.. bobian.. try something new.. have our deserts before dinner.. and we got two earthquakes! crapping around making fun of kok and andy.. they look so much like gays! after that went foodcourt for dinner.. and went back.. yuetyong darren pheng and jianloong already dere le.. they pop by.. hahas.. weizhen came after they leave.. and alcohol time! lolx.. pathetic 5 ppl staying overnight.. me aikchun kok weizhen and yingting.. lolx.. had absolut vodka.. was really strong lars.. me ank aikchun had our full.. i gulped down like about 8 cups(vodka with soft drinks) and aikchun had 9.. 2 drankard in the hse screaming at each other.. remembered some.. head was so pain and stomach is so sick.. aikchun made a joke of himself with all his secrets all blunted out..! lolx.. then the rest i forget le.. i remembered i wake up and puke.. awww.. sucks..&lt;br /&gt;woke up next morning wif rakcent and junkai joining us.. went over to giant at parkway.. shopping for bbq stuffs..! lolx.. brought quite alot then went over to lecia's place for her fried rice.. real heavy but its good.. lalala~ i was the first to taste it! lolx.. the guys came back if the stuffs and weizhen joined us.. bbq! yay - made our own pit wif aluminium trays wif some fire starting experts.. food was ready soon and started lors.. eat halfway and the teachers came.. forget to ask more.. only 3.. fahmy have a fun time i suppose.. talk with mstay.. they left soon.. pheng jianloong weizhen rakcent aikchun cont wif their alcohol.. i went to sleep.. hahas.. was really tired.. oh ya.. did i mention that i can be the most desirable neighbour..? lolx.. while pheng they all were busy hunting for chicks.. chicks came to me..! lolx.. our neighbour.. althought not very pretty but im still approach.. lolx.. they wanted to buy our leftover chickens.. but i gave it all to them for free..! lolx.. one whole mountain plate.. lolx.. so paiseh.. cause we didn;t marinate the chicken.. and dont taste really good las.. but they dont mind and insist to pay me.. lolx.. and we gave them alot things too.. charcoals.. selfmade bbq pit.. leftover drinks brushes and food.. lolx.. we are good neighbours.. =) their chalet was broken in.. they didn't lock the doors.. poor thing.. but phen they all say the guys all sucks.. very childish and act cute.. lolx.. but the girls get along well with us leh.. played soccer wif them at night.. lolx.. i was sleeping lars..&lt;br /&gt;today.. woke up early to checked out.. cleared our things.. crapped with our neighbours.. and left to have our breakfast.. lolx.. den decided to go wildwild wet.. but yingting got girls problem.. and we also not very interested.. so decided to catch movies.. mr and mrs smith..! lolx.. left me jianloong yingting and pheng only.. cool show.. really must watch.. very cool and hilarious..&lt;br /&gt;and now im back..! home dont seems a desirable place to me.. parents nagging now.. =\ im starting to miss the chalet.. lolx..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9871034-111883016964655214?l=untouchable10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9871034/posts/default/111883016964655214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9871034/posts/default/111883016964655214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untouchable10.blogspot.com/2005/06/4io5-rocks-only-some.html' title='4i&apos;o5 rocks (only some)'/><author><name>koonann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05412641406727202041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-9871034.post-111855195917447670</id><published>2005-06-12T12:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T20:14:13.437+08:00</updated><title type='text'>use your fucking brain lar</title><content type='html'>yucks training yesterday.. weihwang our coach was late.. lalala~ anyway the warm u was tough.. the training was screwed u.. heck.. im just a minor.. who cares about my complaint.. there are so many little angels and saints flying around.. go.. worship them..&lt;br /&gt;the training match is always what i look out for only.. and im in a fucked up position.. at least there is pheng and weihwang dere..&lt;br /&gt;i can see kianloong and weizhen putting in alot of efforts.. training can do them no good.. and with these type of training.. i don't think they will even improve.. im not trying to say training sucks.. but they are in no positions to cross balls and wadever shit.. basics is impt.. come on lars.. they are not retard for us to shout at..&lt;br /&gt;went kfc and then to mong hse.. quite fun(of course it was).. nice nice junkai went back all the way to field to look for my almost lost again wallet.. and i meant run! hahas.. thanks bro~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;im sick and tired of everything u claim to be in mind and wadever fucked up shit antics.. come on and get alife.. do everything with what you think is right.. and i seriously think you shd try doing what is wrong.. because wrong always turn up right for you.. enuff of the bullshits.. just come straight to my face and tell me im not in.. okay? and before you make any analysis.. please open up ur fucking eyes wide and judge me.. craps and all craps.. and just stop complaining.. its none of ur business anyway..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*entry might be subjected to vulgarities. parental guidance is strongly advised.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9871034-111855195917447670?l=untouchable10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9871034/posts/default/111855195917447670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9871034/posts/default/111855195917447670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untouchable10.blogspot.com/2005/06/use-your-fucking-brain-lar.html' title='use your fucking brain lar'/><author><name>koonann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05412641406727202041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-9871034.post-111839228152523704</id><published>2005-06-10T16:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T20:14:13.257+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Backstreet Boys - Incomplete</title><content type='html'>Empty spaces fill me up with holes&lt;br /&gt; Distant faces with no place left to go&lt;br /&gt;Without you within me I can’t find no rest&lt;br /&gt;Where I’m going is anybody’s guess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve tried to go on like I never knew you&lt;br /&gt;I’m awake but my world is half asleep&lt;br /&gt;I pray for this heart to be unbroken&lt;br /&gt;But without you all I’m going to be is incomplete&lt;br /&gt;Voices tell me I should carry on&lt;br /&gt;But I am swimming in an ocean all alone&lt;br /&gt;Baby, my baby&lt;br /&gt;It’s written on your face&lt;br /&gt;You still wonder if we made a big mistake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve tried to go on like I never knew you&lt;br /&gt;I’m awake but my world is half asleep&lt;br /&gt;I pray for this heart to be unbroken&lt;br /&gt;But without you all I’m going to be is incomplete&lt;br /&gt;I don’t mean to drag it on, but I can’t seem to let you go&lt;br /&gt;I don’t wanna make you face this world alone&lt;br /&gt;I wanna let you go (alone)&lt;br /&gt;I’ve tried to go on like I never knew you&lt;br /&gt; I’m awake but my world is half asleep&lt;br /&gt;I pray for this heart to be unbroken&lt;br /&gt;But without you all&lt;br /&gt;I’m going to be is incomplete&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Incomplete&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9871034-111839228152523704?l=untouchable10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9871034/posts/default/111839228152523704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9871034/posts/default/111839228152523704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untouchable10.blogspot.com/2005/06/backstreet-boys-incomplete.html' title='Backstreet Boys - Incomplete'/><author><name>koonann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05412641406727202041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-9871034.post-111831432925604012</id><published>2005-06-09T18:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T20:14:13.069+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ouch!</title><content type='html'>today wake up early for d&amp;amp;t.. didn't feel like waking up.. wait for time to pass.. lolx.. mtv shows nice video.. and i so left watching until its almost 8 and drag my half dead body out of the house.. reached the workshop to find tat there were no ppl and to think that i was half an hour late! asman make noise bout my attire.. i wore my denim bermudas.. lolx.. no pants le mar.. dont care him and went to work! alone..&lt;br /&gt;went i have done finish my facing for tat redo-pulley.. going to losen the headstock.. the metal thing(dunnoe what its call) .. sumthing tat looks like a crucifix la.. when i was trying to turn that bloody thing.. it flew out.. my hand was still on it.. and it hits the side of the lathe machine.. wif my little 4th finger from my right hand sandwich between the crucifix-look-alike and the machine.. wah.. pain sia.. and i looked at it.. got one red patch on the finger.. i think the blood vessel was damaged lar.. den the flesh under the nail also crack.. whole finger swelled up.. purple colour de.. i finally realise wad pain is.. so pain tat i couldn't hear and see anything and losing my balance.. almost blackout sia.. i can imagine im myself as elisha in house of wax.. gross.. now gently touch also pain sia.. boohoo.. completed all my pulleys and facing for all 4 are also done.. yeah..! wanted to have breakfast at mac but thanks to weizhen who take 3 hours to reach school ruin my plan! tat ass..&lt;br /&gt;den went over to desmond house wif weizhen and junkai.. they went over to darren tan's house and i went home.. boring day again.. think 2morow maybe watching madagascar wif them.. i think so only..&lt;br /&gt;oh great! i have a swollen toe and a swolen finger..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;i cant dream of another dream without you beside me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9871034-111831432925604012?l=untouchable10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9871034/posts/default/111831432925604012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9871034/posts/default/111831432925604012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untouchable10.blogspot.com/2005/06/ouch.html' title='ouch!'/><author><name>koonann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05412641406727202041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-9871034.post-111823473543178683</id><published>2005-06-08T20:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T20:14:12.922+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lifestyle of the dumb and bored</title><content type='html'>back for updates.. cant really remember.. hahas.. anyway start from balloon hat festival.. met the guys at aljunied at 11.. many were late.. including me.. =x den set off to sentosa.. was quite fast.. yunxi mei msg me when im in the mrt.. say the concert starts at 1210.. left bout 25mins.. tried to rush.. but we mountain turtles lost our way from habourfront mrt! we were at the gateway.. standing under the big sign 'welcome to sentosa' and we were still frantically looking for SENTOSA! lolx. run around the roads.. and finally one kind soul told us to purchase the ticket from a women opposite the road.. and we run like rats over the road again.. tat girl is really chek ark la.. she said 'u all not tired ar..? i saw u all run here run dere but dun wan call u all'.. we wah her and purchase the ticket.. yeah.. went wwe tot we are reaching soon.. we are wrong! the oad is still far and its uphill! we run in like it was a training.. lolx.. retarded.. found our way to siloso beach and look for sappire hall.. we miss the concert! god.. sry guys.. the moment they saw us.. crystal and jenny they all grab me by the arms and harassed me to buy the balloon tat cause 5bucks! brought one after much coaxing from them.. a angel wing and a halo.. lolx. accumilating good karma by helping charity.. lolx..&lt;br /&gt;then we followed them back to their tent.. they have their lunch.. and we went to have ours.. planned to have sakae.. but didn't realise we passed it.. went all the way to arrival centre dere to have burger king.. but was so fustrated tat i almost tear down it.. EQUIPMENT BREAK DOWN! wth.. we went all the way dere and its closed till 5..! had anderson ice cream.. the stuff dere really expensive lars.. double the price from mainland.. daylight robbery.. went back to delifrance to stuff myself with bread.. junkai brought a baguette..!&lt;br /&gt;went back.. was told mr foo went crazy.. they were rushing already.. helped them with the balloons.. their hat was tat of a design of mickey mouse and had tail behind.. and they drew whiskers..! hilarious lars.. den the parade.. was helping with the pumping of balloons to repaor the burst hat.. lolx.. the party was good lars.. they performed alright only.. i think with the help of ex member.. sec 1 simply dunnoe anything! they should just wake up the idea.. and start to be serious.. attitude sux and only good at complaining.. the 4 leaders are doing a good job.. at least.. but all fall on deaf ears.. we were having fun tio-ing all the way.. lolx.. and we won the percussion battle against northland sec.. hahaa! went back.. pour water on darren and weizhen and went back school.. was tired and went for dinner and went home le..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;monday - went to school.. for remedial.. and watch downfall after tat.. not a bad show.. quite boring ba.. unless u understand.. but i still enjoy.. realise how powerful hitler was and enjoying all the suicide sence.. wee~ cool show.. saw mrchew.. he watched second time.. lolx.. den saw huixian amelia they all.. huixian lost her fone.. right in the toilet where all all friends are at.. tat bitch sux lars.. ans the call but simply refuse to tol.. ass sia.. we serch for it lo.. but to no avail.. do hope she cheerup now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tuesday - last day of remedial.. run off aihua's period.. and she chat wif junkai they all.. and we waited 2 hours! she came down.. saw us and gave us a toking.. i appreciated it for the first time.. she wanted to help us help ourselves.. lolx.. tok awhile and she went off.. went home and went out with dino.. bored thou.. hahas..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today.. went school at 8.. for d&amp;amp;t.. even thou not compulsory.. still went.. pon too many days le.. completed all my pulleys. but one was so disgusting la.. i decided to redo! lolx.. 2morow going back again.. i smell of grease.. yucks.. i hate cleaning up.. so troublesome.. they went for olevel seminar.. i lost the ticket and decided not to go.. went out wif zuhui.. nvr see her for along time.. tok alot.. bout band.. lolx.. den went home le..go play fm le.. bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9871034-111823473543178683?l=untouchable10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9871034/posts/default/111823473543178683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9871034/posts/default/111823473543178683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untouchable10.blogspot.com/2005/06/lifestyle-of-dumb-and-bored.html' title='lifestyle of the dumb and bored'/><author><name>koonann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05412641406727202041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-9871034.post-111789052362802878</id><published>2005-06-04T20:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T20:14:12.744+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my toe!</title><content type='html'>back after yucks' training.. headed by weihwang.. was late for like 45 mins.. saw jackie on the bus.. didn't intend to go mars.. my toe hurts.. left leg big toe.. mus be karma.. laugh at junkai dislocated deformed big toe.. hahas.. now when  i walk or wadever thing.. got sharp pain at the joint dere.. ouch.. but still go in the end.. the team needs me.. =x heehee~&lt;br /&gt;the training is alright lars.. at least we are having proper training now.. but the team like not very serious.. summore the fitness of all is very low.. played team.. enjoyed.. but my team lose.. buck up weizhen! u can do it..&lt;br /&gt;den went to eat le lor.. now at home so bored.. 2morow is balloon hat festival.. good luck to all the peeps performing..! we will be dere to support u all! u all can do it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;y cant u tell the love i have for u..?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;-i really do&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9871034-111789052362802878?l=untouchable10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9871034/posts/default/111789052362802878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9871034/posts/default/111789052362802878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untouchable10.blogspot.com/2005/06/my-toe.html' title='my toe!'/><author><name>koonann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05412641406727202041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-9871034.post-111763414316380170</id><published>2005-06-01T21:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T20:14:12.591+08:00</updated><title type='text'>kenny roger!!!</title><content type='html'>back~&lt;br /&gt;remedial have started.. total boredom..&lt;br /&gt;really tired.. hypnotise by mr srenni physis lesson.. have ne quiz ytd.. i top the class! wif the help of alot of ppl.. hahas.. hapyhappy..&lt;br /&gt;today went school.. after that lay a while soccer.. i score a hattrick.. yeah.. althou its among our class de lar.. feel good to be able to play.. yeah.. after tat went singapore polytechnic.. for the open hse.. was late for an hour.. lolx.. reach dere the video no more le.. lolx.. have buffet..! ame at the right time.. i was starving den.. was lookin for chicks.. =x but to no avail.. lolx.. after tat suppose to go to course D on engineering... but kokhong tat asshole say there no chicks.. wan go creative media designing de.. lolx.. got one girl wear until very hot.. and we decided to stay dere.. regret sia.. the presentation was really stupid.. and boring.. me and junkai regret until like hell.. and kokhong was saying 'its or ur own good' lolx.. went to learn how to animate after tat.. was alright.. den we went for dinner..&lt;br /&gt;was deciding what to have.. gelare nooch or thai express.. wanted to pamper ourselves.. be the king.. lolx.. walk walk.. and saw kenny roger.. lolx.. and decide to have it.. lolx.. and we didn't regret.. even though the total bill of us 3 add up to 55 bucks.. lolx.. had a 2 person meal wif junkai.. i think its call luchile or wadever.. had half a pork rib.. 1/4 of a chicken.. a potato salad.. cole slaw.. whip potato and cheese macoroni.. hahas.. feel like im two months pregnant after tat.. lolx.. so full.. and our crap started.. lolx.. the 18 dollar shit.. was smell it the whole day.. 18 dollar burp.. the 18 dollar fart and stuff.. laughing my ass off.. lolx..&lt;br /&gt;den now.. im home.. gonna sleep soon.. so tired.. lolx.. ciaos..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9871034-111763414316380170?l=untouchable10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9871034/posts/default/111763414316380170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9871034/posts/default/111763414316380170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untouchable10.blogspot.com/2005/06/kenny-roger.html' title='kenny roger!!!'/><author><name>koonann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05412641406727202041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>
