<?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-17396148</id><updated>2012-01-20T13:49:38.199+08:00</updated><title type='text'>leon (:</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohleon.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17396148/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohleon.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17396148/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Ayaka Keiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02359269450838063495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>259</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17396148.post-5938686186123199340</id><published>2007-11-25T22:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-25T23:13:14.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Lxz074S-QnY/R0mHg9IvTlI/AAAAAAAABNA/kjDVGk1ZW5Q/s1600-h/pr07075dy2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Lxz074S-QnY/R0mHg9IvTlI/AAAAAAAABNA/kjDVGk1ZW5Q/s320/pr07075dy2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136785850229542482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SUP. This is a dry season for blogging once again at my blog (not like I care much about blog views unlike in the past when blogging was damn hot) but don't worry I'll still shower this black blog with my warm affectionate love and sweat :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been damn busy nowadays so I have like no free time to blog at all (because I don't feel like blogging very late at night after coming home) but since I'm tuning into HappyHardcore's radio (you know, they play those hot pounding 193754632587 BPM music that invoke an overwhelming joy in any party animal) I shall blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what's been going on?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good question:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole holidays it's about going out, out, out and there isn't any time for a LONGGGGG rest (although long rests sucks).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First up of course we had the Grad Night and I'll share with you this beloved picture that I fished up amongst the sea of grad night pics (I'm still waiting for pics with Victoria and Xiang Yu btw):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Lxz074S-QnY/R0mEFtIvTkI/AAAAAAAABM4/cbLY4m-ZP-I/s1600-h/IMG_0331.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Lxz074S-QnY/R0mEFtIvTkI/AAAAAAAABM4/cbLY4m-ZP-I/s320/IMG_0331.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136782083543223874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah dude look at that pic and stare damn hard because you might not get to see dear Zackary next time because he's going to die of breast cancer (he has a B cup breast btw)! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: If you are deeply troubled by this calamity and would like to lend a rotting hand please write a check to Leon's Charity Organisation For Unfortunate GS (gay sluts) Who Have Breast Cancer Pte Ltd, minimum donation: $500&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PSS: The highly INexpensive donation is used to cover the emotional trauma of our doctors in having to operate on gay sluts who have chests as hairy as amazon rainforests.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, moving on, I went to Amirul's chalet and I stayed over despite having to attend the PAE briefing at 9am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I have come to a divine conclusion in what makes a stayover-in-chalet fun:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PLAYING TWISTER THEN GATHER AND TALKING ABOUT SEX (not crude talk though, more of a.. HONEST DISCUSSION)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And no, those who stayed over are not a bunch of horny MALES with bursting sex drive only, there are girls as well ;) okay, and apparently 1 elephant (inside joke ASDASFGFHDFBV)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img205.imageshack.us/img205/7396/s640x480ok9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://img205.imageshack.us/img205/7396/s640x480ok9.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img405.imageshack.us/img405/791/s640x4802jw3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://img405.imageshack.us/img405/791/s640x4802jw3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img405.imageshack.us/img405/7411/s640x4804pt4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://img405.imageshack.us/img405/7411/s640x4804pt4.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img405.imageshack.us/img405/3263/s640x4803kd7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://img405.imageshack.us/img405/3263/s640x4803kd7.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures with the courtesy of Amirul ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW, this is TWISTER so if somehow you happen to be a government agent please don't arrest me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singapore's law on homosexuality:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Any male person who, in public or private, commits, or abets the commission of, or procures or attempts to procure the commission by any male person of, any act of gross indecency with another male person, shall be punished with imprisonment for a term which may extend to 2 years.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAMN STRICT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah and here's somebody's view on what to do when you having nothing to do in chalets:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Lxz074S-QnY/R0mI3tIvTmI/AAAAAAAABNI/eRtjoRGL4lw/s1600-h/balls.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Lxz074S-QnY/R0mI3tIvTmI/AAAAAAAABNI/eRtjoRGL4lw/s320/balls.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136787340583194210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this I bet you never knew:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The scent of male perspiration boosts a woman's hormonal levels by a phenomenal 200% and increases their heart rate, blood pressure and breathing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE NEXT MAJOR EVENT: Class chalet! It was pretty messy (bad organising on my part but I tried) and no pictures because it was at Sentosa and I didn't want to carry my phone around because it was sports sports sports (volleyball, swimming, frisbee and stuff) the whole day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND I GOT TO LEARN ANOTHER LESSON: NEVER BOOK COASTA SANDS CHALET AT SENTOSA BECAUSE IT IS F*CKING SMALL AND YOU GET IRRITATED BY SOME F*CK BANGLA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not trying to be racist here, but that's what happen, we got chased by this Indian out of the chalet (around 12 midnight) but I wouldn't elaborate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, much thanks to those who came (AND paid) and much appreciation to those stayed overnight (yes I know the room was small!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Special thanks to (not in any particular order of importance) Weirong (but this girl was DAMN  important though, without her = no food) , Imee,  Abby, Cherie, Wei Jie, Chang Sheng, Jian Yang and those who helped to cook the BBQ (yes including those who marinaded the sausages like TOURISTS AH LIAN SERENA AND MISS ANG MOH GRACE CHIN CHOW EN EN)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try playing the card game bridge for 2+ hours in the wee hours and I swear you'll get addicted to it (yah, not get tired of it).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We should form a bridge club and have bridge gatherings every week ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MOVING ON WE HAVE LEBRON'S (DARREN) BIRTHDAY WHICH WAS YESTERDAY SO THE MEMORIES ARE STILL AS FRESH AS PEEL FRESH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Lxz074S-QnY/R0mQUNIvTpI/AAAAAAAABNg/pV4UFscrED8/s1600-h/DSC00013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Lxz074S-QnY/R0mQUNIvTpI/AAAAAAAABNg/pV4UFscrED8/s320/DSC00013.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136795526790860434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had lunch at Marina Square's Pizza Hut and dining with my homies means 3 things:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Calling waitresses a slut (LOL, I know, that was soooooo innocent of us)&lt;br /&gt;- Complimenting the couple sitting near us as BORING&lt;br /&gt;- Getting served by the birthday boy, the Best Hongkee Waiter of 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to elaborate on the couple part:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was this couple that was sitting like one table away from us lah, meaning there was empty table in between our table and theirs, then there was this damn INTERESTING guy that was dressed in a green top and had spiky hair (wow!) and a girl who you can picture as those sort of Bugis ahlians but abit more class one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what they were doing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They didn't even talk for 10 minutes ok, the guy was playing his PSP and the girl was looking around obviously damn bored I mean like WTF MY DATE IS BRINGING ME OUT TO AN IDIOTIC RESTAURANT AND HE DARES TO LET HIS STINKING ROTTEN FAT ASS SIT ON THAT CHAIR AND START CARESSING THAT MACHINE BUTTONS BUT DON'T GIVE A DAMN ABOUT ME? that type of look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.mikelothar.com/random_images/nerd_girl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.mikelothar.com/random_images/nerd_girl.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup, I'm really serious. Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So obviously we had to do something because we are like really damn nice people so we started discussing a game plan and we ended up playing "Potential Breakup Song" by Aly &amp;amp; AJ at max volume and giving a LOL I DONT GIVE A DAMN look while slurring BOOOOOOOOOOORING&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-474.friendster.com/e1/photos/47/47/7037474/861277399l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://photos-474.friendster.com/e1/photos/47/47/7037474/861277399l.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND IT HELPED!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girl started to lead the guy in conversation (I know, you girls out there probably want to castrate that guy so hard right now) and she was talking like 90% of the time ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blimey ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fast forwarding all the way to the night, we found ourselves being intrigued by catching snails having a threesome red handed:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Lxz074S-QnY/R0mPrNIvTnI/AAAAAAAABNQ/aByKqeYrXgA/s1600-h/DSC00015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Lxz074S-QnY/R0mPrNIvTnI/AAAAAAAABNQ/aByKqeYrXgA/s320/DSC00015.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136794822416223858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Lxz074S-QnY/R0mPrtIvToI/AAAAAAAABNY/2TX1tItkJTY/s1600-h/DSC00016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Lxz074S-QnY/R0mPrtIvToI/AAAAAAAABNY/2TX1tItkJTY/s320/DSC00016.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136794831006158466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Completely random crap: The chances of squashing a toad/frog while cycling at Bedok Reservoir at night is as high as 89%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another random banana horse manure: Darren's house was built on an ex-cemetery O_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK I LAZY BLOG ALREADY SO I'LL SHARE MORE NEXT TIME SO CIAO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: WILL BE AT FAMOSA RESORT, MALAYSIA FROM TUESDAY TO THURSDAY&lt;br /&gt;PSS: WHO WANT GO KAYAKING ON WEEKEND? (UNISEX OUTING, CURRENTLY THOSE WHO ARE ON: MELON, ZACK, DARREN, YI FENG)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17396148-5938686186123199340?l=ohleon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohleon.blogspot.com/feeds/5938686186123199340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17396148&amp;postID=5938686186123199340' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17396148/posts/default/5938686186123199340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17396148/posts/default/5938686186123199340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohleon.blogspot.com/2007/11/sup.html' title=''/><author><name>Ayaka Keiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02359269450838063495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Lxz074S-QnY/R0mHg9IvTlI/AAAAAAAABNA/kjDVGk1ZW5Q/s72-c/pr07075dy2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17396148.post-3091122594217857789</id><published>2007-11-19T20:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-19T21:10:46.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.letsgodigital.org/images/artikelen/13/w910i.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.letsgodigital.org/images/artikelen/13/w910i.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY NEW MISTRESS, W910I HAS FINALLY REPLACED ITS DYING LOVE RIVAL, THE W810I, WITH MORE FEATURES LIKE BEING ABLE TO SHAKE ITS BOOTY AND LUBRICATING ITS BODY (SLIDING).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye good ole' w810i who was dying of Unchargeablenia, a disease whereby when you plug in the charger and it doesn't charge but instead gives you an innocent "Preparing for File Transfer" screen. Sorry dear but you have reached menopause and the in out in out action doesn't feel as CHARGED up as before :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.alibaba.com/photo/11471633/Sony_Ericsson_W810i_Walkman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://img.alibaba.com/photo/11471633/Sony_Ericsson_W810i_Walkman.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However the new phone's keypad is EXTREMELY tough to type (ok I admit I exaggerated)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And okay, I underestimated Badminton as an easy sport, whereby you just hit flying cocks here and there but there's really a lot of skill needed for it (not to mention physique).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and before I forget to mention, Century Square's new Ramen shop is a rip-off just like Ajisen and Kbox Marina. CHEERS :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17396148-3091122594217857789?l=ohleon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohleon.blogspot.com/feeds/3091122594217857789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17396148&amp;postID=3091122594217857789' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17396148/posts/default/3091122594217857789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17396148/posts/default/3091122594217857789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohleon.blogspot.com/2007/11/my-new-mistress-w910i-has-finally.html' title=''/><author><name>Ayaka Keiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02359269450838063495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17396148.post-323389573187231584</id><published>2007-11-16T17:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-17T16:42:14.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OK it's like extremely crazy and tough to compile like 1000 photos (estimated) into an internet photo album so here are some album links that I know currently for viewing pleasure:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/MadCrazyStupidLol/GraduationNight2007JingYiAndWootNickPics"&gt;Jie Rong's Album 1&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/MadCrazyStupidLol/GraduationNight2007Glitz"&gt;Jie Rong's Album 2&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/34354167@N00/sets/72157603182688086/"&gt;Atiqah's Album&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://fadin-memoriex.blogspot.com/"&gt;Syjia's Blog&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://mrroddy.multiply.com/photos/album/9/Graduation_Night"&gt;Roderick's Album&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://eternity-words.blogspot.com/"&gt;Shaun's Imba Big Albums&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://littlehouseofvillains.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wan Fong's Blog&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vodkalisque.livejournal.com/28937.html?view=129801#t129801"&gt;Abigail's Blog&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://darthdodo.wordpress.com/"&gt;Amirul's Blog&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay these are the albums I found so far, if you have any other albums do tag my blog with the link and I'll edit this post for everyone's referrence :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently waiting for people to upload/send:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;Amirul&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;Abigail&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's some of the personal pictures I'm waiting for someone to send me (hehe thick skin!):&lt;br /&gt;With Sara Lee&lt;br /&gt;With Xiang Yu&lt;br /&gt;With Victoria&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;With Gladys&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;With Abigail&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: I know, a bit sexist but... YOU KNOW :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17396148-323389573187231584?l=ohleon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohleon.blogspot.com/feeds/323389573187231584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17396148&amp;postID=323389573187231584' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17396148/posts/default/323389573187231584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17396148/posts/default/323389573187231584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohleon.blogspot.com/2007/11/ok-its-like-extremely-crazy-and-tough.html' title=''/><author><name>Ayaka Keiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02359269450838063495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17396148.post-3459025152386470242</id><published>2007-11-15T00:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-15T00:42:56.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>GRAD NIGHT WAS UBER FUN, ALTHOUGH THERE WERE A BIT COCKUPS HERE AND THERE BUT HEY IT'S THAT THAT MAKE THINGS FUN ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE ONLY BAD THING IS THAT MY PHONE BATT DIED AFTER I LEFT HOUSE (WOW SO NICE) SO I CAN ONLY DEPEND ON OTHER PEOPLE TO POST PICS OF THE GRAD NIGHT SOOOOOOOOOO HERE'S WHAT I AM GOING TO DO:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm going to make a compilation of grad night photos so I need everyone's help by sending me the photos they have taken.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Here's the email: sentinel_of_emotions@hotmail.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK? ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for the co-operation! (yes I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;will credit&lt;/span&gt; the photos, which means I will put "taken by so and so" below the pictures)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17396148-3459025152386470242?l=ohleon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohleon.blogspot.com/feeds/3459025152386470242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17396148&amp;postID=3459025152386470242' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17396148/posts/default/3459025152386470242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17396148/posts/default/3459025152386470242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohleon.blogspot.com/2007/11/grad-night-was-uber-fun-although-there.html' title=''/><author><name>Ayaka Keiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02359269450838063495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17396148.post-501821205670134598</id><published>2007-11-14T16:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-14T16:28:36.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;LEON'S HOLIDAY SALES!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BORED DURING THE HOLIDAYS? HERE ARE SOME STUFF TO KEEP YOU OCCUPIED (OTHER THAN WORK):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Lxz074S-QnY/Rzqt7j9KG7I/AAAAAAAABMg/cF7xi72I1So/s1600-h/DSC02693.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Lxz074S-QnY/Rzqt7j9KG7I/AAAAAAAABMg/cF7xi72I1So/s320/DSC02693.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132605964117744562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Battlefield 2:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sell &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;$40&lt;/span&gt; for both, outside sell ~&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;$50-60&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Lxz074S-QnY/Rzqv6T9KG8I/AAAAAAAABMo/iDTAVQkIVH8/s1600-h/DSC02694.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Lxz074S-QnY/Rzqv6T9KG8I/AAAAAAAABMo/iDTAVQkIVH8/s320/DSC02694.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132608141666163650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Celestial Zone (Black and White) Volume 1 to 25:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sell &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;$175&lt;/span&gt; for the whole set (preferrably you buy this than 1 volume), &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;$7&lt;/span&gt; for each volume.&lt;br /&gt;Outside sell &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;$7.70&lt;/span&gt; for each volume!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(The comics are in English, don't worry!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Lxz074S-QnY/RzqxQz9KG9I/AAAAAAAABMw/IErnPCsV_aE/s1600-h/DSC02697.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Lxz074S-QnY/RzqxQz9KG9I/AAAAAAAABMw/IErnPCsV_aE/s320/DSC02697.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132609627724848082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eagle back skateboard:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sell &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;$50&lt;/span&gt;, outside sell skateboards at around &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;$80&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K. Time to get ready for grad night! ;D Ciao!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17396148-501821205670134598?l=ohleon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohleon.blogspot.com/feeds/501821205670134598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17396148&amp;postID=501821205670134598' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17396148/posts/default/501821205670134598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17396148/posts/default/501821205670134598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohleon.blogspot.com/2007/11/leons-holiday-sales-bored-during.html' title=''/><author><name>Ayaka Keiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02359269450838063495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Lxz074S-QnY/Rzqt7j9KG7I/AAAAAAAABMg/cF7xi72I1So/s72-c/DSC02693.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17396148.post-121753381930491382</id><published>2007-11-09T10:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-09T10:50:59.805+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Lxz074S-QnY/RzPEcNNh0II/AAAAAAAABL8/RqGaeyEVhfo/s1600-h/DSC02675.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Lxz074S-QnY/RzPEcNNh0II/AAAAAAAABL8/RqGaeyEVhfo/s320/DSC02675.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130660389366911106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LEON is an extremely good boy today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look, he woke up 8.30 am when he have no school despite his room's curtains courageously blocking out all the harmful UV rays that may toast his butt hot red. What was he doing so early you ask? To be a voyeur and watch some lao ah pek change from a distance?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HMM, maybe I'll do that when I retire (retirement very boring one okay, every day stay at home watch TV like my grandmother).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so Leon stretched his overly strained bionical thighs (from yesterday's 5 hour shopping) and cycled his Rihanna looking sister to school. I can't believe my sis is darker than me WTFBBQ this is not happening (she is in volleyball) but for now I can't be bothered to get a tan because those evil UV rays will hit my face like asteroids landing at 103984mph causing catastrophic damage and cause red hot volcanoes to form (if you know what I mean).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I MUST, discipline myself to stay at home and apply my dermalogist cream so that these active volcanoes will become extinct and get weathered into a desert (see what O level geography do to people?!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After "ferrying" sis to school I went to the market with grandmother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear, grandma was a Market Superstar. Walking around with her means getting bombarded with questions from aunties of all different ages and shopowners like "Wow, that's your grandson?", "Your grandson so big now", "Very long never see your grandson already".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YA lah, sorry lah laozharbors, it's been awhile, the last time I visited the market was 4000BC and surprisingly (and expected) there's no one of my age in the market.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH and guess what I found today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found how effective Singapore is in implementing the 2 children at most policy back in the past because even Chinese Medicine Shops sell Durex Condom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www3.iath.virginia.edu/sixties/Graphics/Track16/make_love_not_war.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www3.iath.virginia.edu/sixties/Graphics/Track16/make_love_not_war.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU CAN GET SAFE SEX EVERYWHERE MAN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't mind me, I've been watching Desperate Housewives lately ;D It's quite a great show to watch when you don't feel like sleeping early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, here's a little secret: I got my Fedora yesterday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Lxz074S-QnY/RzPIitNh0JI/AAAAAAAABME/C6z6RDOAP7s/s1600-h/DSC02679.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Lxz074S-QnY/RzPIitNh0JI/AAAAAAAABME/C6z6RDOAP7s/s320/DSC02679.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130664899082571922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEXY BESSI YEXI STYLE wearing my Fedora. Poor guy went one day without sleep and still have to come shopping with us (not to mention 5km of walking!). See lah, that's the result of playing too much WoW. Reminds me of the South Park video:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/XnQx-1yyw1A&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/XnQx-1yyw1A&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: They dont have the original video clip anymore, f*cking copyright idiots!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, it's good that we Singaporeans don't have so much singers because the music industry is slowing getting pwned by something called Bittorent. Just think about it. I remember there is a song, if I'm not wrong, "Gimme More" by Britney Spears, leaked into the internet before even the album was released!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OWNED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PSS: My laptop is too nub to play Hellgate London T.T so I must settle for WoW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay here's a sneak preview of what I bought yesterday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Lxz074S-QnY/RzPKjNNh0KI/AAAAAAAABMM/M9vIknxc7Ag/s1600-h/DSC02685.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Lxz074S-QnY/RzPKjNNh0KI/AAAAAAAABMM/M9vIknxc7Ag/s320/DSC02685.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130667106695762082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry I can't reveal what we're going to wear although I took pictures of it (well, GRAD NIGHT is all about the element of surprise right?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you can admire this picture I took longgggggg ago:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Lxz074S-QnY/RzPK5NNh0MI/AAAAAAAABMY/2gUG--yBpKE/s1600-h/DSC02640.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Lxz074S-QnY/RzPK5NNh0MI/AAAAAAAABMY/2gUG--yBpKE/s320/DSC02640.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130667484652884162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See Cynthia there emo-ing with her handphone. She's playing Happy Tree Friends. F*CKING SADIST!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay gotta go starch my collars bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17396148-121753381930491382?l=ohleon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohleon.blogspot.com/feeds/121753381930491382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17396148&amp;postID=121753381930491382' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17396148/posts/default/121753381930491382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17396148/posts/default/121753381930491382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohleon.blogspot.com/2007/11/leon-is-extremely-good-boy-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Ayaka Keiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02359269450838063495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Lxz074S-QnY/RzPEcNNh0II/AAAAAAAABL8/RqGaeyEVhfo/s72-c/DSC02675.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17396148.post-3027223599755835025</id><published>2007-11-04T21:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-04T22:22:27.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Here's my two cents for tomorrow's Social Studies paper: I'm just going in to whack. I've studied (yes&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; only&lt;/span&gt; for History and Social Studies for this whole exam ;D) Sri Lanka, Northern Ireland (which is a 1% chance of coming out tomorrow) and Good Governance (maybe coming out).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fail or not, the result doesn't matter to me because I'm using Pure Geography as humans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;OKAY LET'S SKIP THE ACADEMIC TALK.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a big break from Geography to Chemistry MCQ exam (4 days) and I'm using this time to buy clothes plus accesories (headgear, necklace, cologne stuff like that) I will need after my O' Levels. So basically these are the places to visit:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Marina Square&lt;/span&gt; (lots of clothes there ranging from high end clothes to budget clothes)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Paragon&lt;/span&gt; (Maybe buying a Fedora there, f*king big blow on the pocket there)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;New Urban Male&lt;/span&gt; (yes I know, not a shopping centre, need it for chalet clothes)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Queensway&lt;/span&gt; (;D you might be wondering why. Here's why: IMBA CHEAP accessories there! Big range too!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Bugis&lt;/span&gt; (in case Queensway is not enough)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who's ON? Thinking of getting Melon, Darren, Gavin (LOL, I know :) ). Should be on the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8th&lt;/span&gt; (Thursday)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Melon, Darren, Yexi, Ivor, we still owe the Fresco uncle another meal @#%$*@$@. MAYBE WE SHOULD TRASH HIM IN MONOPOLY..HMM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a random fact:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;24.3%&lt;/span&gt; lower levels of sperm from men whose mother ate beef treated with anabolic steroids at least 7 times a week during pregnancy" - Men's Health&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, show you something damn imba:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Lxz074S-QnY/Ry3S3GJiukI/AAAAAAAABLc/dxLyt96v2AM/s1600-h/Siao.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Lxz074S-QnY/Ry3S3GJiukI/AAAAAAAABLc/dxLyt96v2AM/s320/Siao.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128987394630138434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Lxz074S-QnY/Ry3TCmJiulI/AAAAAAAABLk/qbv_m1GVJCk/s1600-h/Siao1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Lxz074S-QnY/Ry3TCmJiulI/AAAAAAAABLk/qbv_m1GVJCk/s320/Siao1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128987592198634066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Lxz074S-QnY/Ry3TJGJiumI/AAAAAAAABLs/HaiQDaEAA58/s1600-h/Siao2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Lxz074S-QnY/Ry3TJGJiumI/AAAAAAAABLs/HaiQDaEAA58/s320/Siao2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128987703867783778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are not my rounds of mahjong of course (not that hardcore MJ), it's Gavin's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reminder to self: Don't play MJ when Gavin is playing during class chalet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;PS: 4D PEOPLE, CLASS CHALET IS AT SENTOSA ON 22ND NOV.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check this convo out by the way:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Lxz074S-QnY/Ry3T92JiunI/AAAAAAAABL0/4N5V6t2-iO8/s1600-h/LOLGAVIN.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Lxz074S-QnY/Ry3T92JiunI/AAAAAAAABL0/4N5V6t2-iO8/s320/LOLGAVIN.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128988610105883250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay before I end this blog post here's an announcement:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THERE'S AN UNDERAGE PARTY (no idea about the age range though) AT ATTICA AFTER O LEVELS. Okay here's the whole information extract:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="MsgBodyText"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="MsgBodyText"&gt;# N.L.E presents:&lt;br /&gt;ULEASH @ATTICA&lt;br /&gt;13 NOVEMBER  2007&lt;br /&gt;doors open @ 9pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who would miss the 1st MIXED PARTY  after&lt;br /&gt;EXAMS?&lt;br /&gt;Dress elegantly,seductively.Bewitch us!&lt;br /&gt;1st 50 GIRLS  2&lt;br /&gt;captivate us will get a mystery gift!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the world of BLACK N  WHITE,&lt;br /&gt;lite sticks r meant 2 guide u,&lt;br /&gt;however that memorable  night,&lt;br /&gt;lite sticks will b given 2 guide u 2 e&lt;br /&gt;dance floor,&lt;br /&gt;so  BABES/HUNKS come in whatever&lt;br /&gt;combination of black n white,&lt;br /&gt;UNLEASH  yourself,get high,n FOLLOW R LITE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meet new people n widen yr  social&lt;br /&gt;circle!shy 2 approach any BABES/HUNKS,&lt;br /&gt;tags will b given 2 write yr  infos..&lt;br /&gt;just rip it off n pas 2 him/her&lt;br /&gt;u know they sure will cal u&lt;br /&gt;No  ones going to walk off alone that&lt;br /&gt;night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ATTICA provide u 2 dance  floor..its TWO!!!,&lt;br /&gt;BeST RNB/REGGAE @ATTICA TOO with DJ&lt;br /&gt;FUNKEY  MONKEY!!!&lt;br /&gt;have enough of RNB?get down 2 ATTICA ONE 4&lt;br /&gt;more trance/techno  remix!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Organized by e people who brought u&lt;br /&gt;great parties @DXO, PLUSH  n Zouk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOR TICKETS RESERVATIONS&lt;br /&gt;CONTACT: JOANNA @ &lt;a href="mailto:ditzyj.7@hotmail.com" target="_blank"&gt;ditzyj.7@hotmail.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEE YOU THERE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good luck for MCQ people!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17396148-3027223599755835025?l=ohleon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohleon.blogspot.com/feeds/3027223599755835025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17396148&amp;postID=3027223599755835025' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17396148/posts/default/3027223599755835025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17396148/posts/default/3027223599755835025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohleon.blogspot.com/2007/11/heres-my-two-cents-for-tomorrows-social.html' title=''/><author><name>Ayaka Keiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02359269450838063495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Lxz074S-QnY/Ry3S3GJiukI/AAAAAAAABLc/dxLyt96v2AM/s72-c/Siao.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17396148.post-6613524468927615826</id><published>2007-10-31T17:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-31T18:12:04.891+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>LOL CHECK OUT THIS VIDEO (don't watch it when mum's around):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/HbtD_y_X3SU"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/HbtD_y_X3SU" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spiderman finally got over Mary Jane and her candy cane and pwns girls with FATALITY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now don't try it out on Singapore girls unless they are SPGs. Only try it on dumb blondes you hear me?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace out ;D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17396148-6613524468927615826?l=ohleon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohleon.blogspot.com/feeds/6613524468927615826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17396148&amp;postID=6613524468927615826' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17396148/posts/default/6613524468927615826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17396148/posts/default/6613524468927615826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohleon.blogspot.com/2007/10/lol-check-out-this-video-dont-watch-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Ayaka Keiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02359269450838063495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17396148.post-5939314132125183168</id><published>2007-10-29T21:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-29T22:03:10.322+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wah kao eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The more I friendster hop the more weird people I meet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First I must admit that all the profiles stated below all comes from Wan Zhuo's profile (I know what you guys are thinking! DON'T worry she is not my type)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EDIT: the open inverted and close inverted comments have links to their profiles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CASE #1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://profiles.friendster.com/48113563"&gt;"hAvE wEaR gLaSsEs Is Me"&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-563.friendster.com/e1/photos/36/53/48113563/1_337599589l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://photos-563.friendster.com/e1/photos/36/53/48113563/1_337599589l.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow. Really ah, I swear he looks damn hip with those specs NO HAVE WEAR GLASSES IS ME, CHEERS!  HE definitely got the potential to be the next Campus Superstar. I swear, LEON NO LIE ONE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CASE #2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://profiles.friendster.com/user.php?statpos=bc&amp;amp;uid=37511785"&gt;"WheN LoneLy .J iN heLL  n FeeL cRy CrY Sad...who can SaVe HiM...nO...No OnE...&gt;_&lt;"&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-785.friendster.com/e1/photos/58/71/37511785/1_794240872l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://photos-785.friendster.com/e1/photos/58/71/37511785/1_794240872l.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi there baby. Dont feel sad and cry and wet all over your pants my dear, please, you are even in HELL. Ok la. OK LA I SAVE YOU LA. YOU NEED TO DIG YOUR NOSE THAT BAD RIGHT. EAT MY MIDDLE FINGER HARBINGER OF DOOM AND DESTRUCTION IN YOUR MOIST DAMP NOSTRIL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.jupiterimages.com/common/detail/88/96/22579688.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://images.jupiterimages.com/common/detail/88/96/22579688.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CASE #3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://profiles.friendster.com/user.php?statpos=bc&amp;amp;uid=15386348"&gt;"Life Is Full Of Darkness&lt;br /&gt;anyone wan chatting can add me in msn messenger...&lt;br /&gt;msn = Azumi_loy@hotmail.com&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos.friendster.com/photos/84/36/15386348/1_771536789l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://photos.friendster.com/photos/84/36/15386348/1_771536789l.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES. His eyes are so nice I can't help but to wan chatting with him, f*ck, someone help me please, his eyes are making my life full of darkness OHH YEAH BABY HIT IT HARD! LOOK AT ME WITH THOSE EYES OH YES THOSE BURNING DARK EYES SO GOOD, I SEE YOUR TRUE COLORS SHINING THROUGH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Case #4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="somsg"&gt;&lt;a href="http://profiles.friendster.com/user.php?statpos=bc&amp;amp;uid=50576787"&gt;"&lt;span id="shoutouttxt" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"&gt;add  me yuuaaaccchhhhh!!!!! Oo.. iya.. g pnya yahoo msg.. add me.. hen_phenz.. oc!!!  daa..&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/a&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                             try {                                 var shout = document.getElementById('shoutouttxt');                                 shout.innerHTML = shout.innerHTML.wordcut(20, ' ');                             } finally {}                         &lt;/script&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos.friendster.com/photos/78/76/50576787/1_416707735l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://photos.friendster.com/photos/78/76/50576787/1_416707735l.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't get enough of half naked guys adding girls ;D Hello, curry chicken house? Yes, yes.. Let me repeat your order, 1 spicy chicken, 1 what-the-hell-are-you-talking-about and 1 check-out-my-matching-pipes? Okay, your address puhlease? Pontianak (check his profile)?! IS THAT A SUBURB? NO? Yes you sure look like one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Case #5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://profiles.friendster.com/user.php?statpos=bc&amp;amp;uid=37248141"&gt;"i love eat....&lt;br /&gt;de most i lov to eat is nasi lemak, maggie goreng, roti cania,  rice chicken..... n cao guai diao"&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-141.friendster.com/e1/photos/14/18/37248141/1_720697869l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://photos-141.friendster.com/e1/photos/14/18/37248141/1_720697869l.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CAO GUAI DIAO? WHAT IN THE MORE BIRD MORE LUCK IN THE FREAKING AMERICAN MATHEMATICIAN IS THAT? But nevertheless he wins the most interesting profile award. I mean, come on look at his eyes, aren't they seductive?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just look... look deeper... deeper.... harder.... stronger!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K that's it I feel like eating nasi lemak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay that's enough profile bashing for now ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should just get my ass over to facebook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Hope you like the salmon dance!&lt;br /&gt;PSS: I'm gay I slept with Michael Jackson HOLY SHIT are you going to break my nose&lt;br /&gt;PSSS: Good luck sec4s for the remaining Os!&lt;br /&gt;PSSSS: HERE'S A SONG FOR YOU! (no not another salmon dance)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loads like a motherchiot but...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOLD ON - JONAH BROTHERS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="325"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/v/YyI5-inyoa/aus=false/pv=2"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/v/YyI5-inyoa/aus=false/pv=2" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="400" height="325" allowFullScreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17396148-5939314132125183168?l=ohleon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohleon.blogspot.com/feeds/5939314132125183168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17396148&amp;postID=5939314132125183168' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17396148/posts/default/5939314132125183168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17396148/posts/default/5939314132125183168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohleon.blogspot.com/2007/10/wah-kao-eh.html' title=''/><author><name>Ayaka Keiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02359269450838063495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17396148.post-2007187337183778854</id><published>2007-10-28T21:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-28T21:07:28.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OH YEAH BABY CALL ME MAD! &lt;--- THE SERIOUS CONSEQUENCES OF O LEVEL EXAMINATIONS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/OK5Nm3RpqS4&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/OK5Nm3RpqS4&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: I'M NOT GAY&lt;br /&gt;PSS: NO SALMONS ARE HURT IN THE PROCESS&lt;br /&gt;PSSS: I DANCE BETTER THAN THAT COME ON&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17396148-2007187337183778854?l=ohleon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohleon.blogspot.com/feeds/2007187337183778854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17396148&amp;postID=2007187337183778854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17396148/posts/default/2007187337183778854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17396148/posts/default/2007187337183778854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohleon.blogspot.com/2007/10/oh-yeah-baby-call-me-mad.html' title=''/><author><name>Ayaka Keiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02359269450838063495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17396148.post-5028369936335109287</id><published>2007-10-27T16:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-27T21:26:36.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HI. FOR THOSE WHO ARE TAKING THE O LEVEL SOON (well, this means I'm speaking to the other levels) HERE'S A BLOG YOU MIGHT BE INTERESTED IN:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.exampaper.com.sg/"&gt;http://www.exampaper.com.sg/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THANKS TO YUWEN PM I happened to chance upon this website and I'm sure you'd get an A1 for maths if you read her blog SO GO READ NOW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: How hard is it to find a female tuition teacher that listens to techno music in Singapore?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW CHECK OUT THIS VIDEO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Chemical Brothers - The Salmon Dance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/kJEacTZmd7I&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/kJEacTZmd7I&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PLUS this song if you haven't heard it before:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will.i.am - I got it from my Mama&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wha94W0R-3E&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wha94W0R-3E&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;ABBY WHERE'D YOU GET YOUR STRAIGHT HAIR FROM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17396148-5028369936335109287?l=ohleon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohleon.blogspot.com/feeds/5028369936335109287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17396148&amp;postID=5028369936335109287' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17396148/posts/default/5028369936335109287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17396148/posts/default/5028369936335109287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohleon.blogspot.com/2007/10/hi.html' title=''/><author><name>Ayaka Keiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02359269450838063495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17396148.post-6763483592541687811</id><published>2007-10-23T19:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-27T14:41:08.657+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HMM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far so good, 'O' Levels aren't so hard after all the tedious preparation that the school has put us through. BUT, I have come to reflect upon a major decision that will affect my life:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THAT IS, TO GO POLYTECHNIC OR JUNIOR COLLEGE? (or quit school and look after my grandmother in case she give birth)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a very sensitive subject but let's lay them out and analyse the pros and cons:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FIRST, let's begin with polytechnic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously, the first benefit is that of an EASIER L1R5 to hit to enter but let's skip that and let's talk about SPACE. Polytechnics tend to be big ass whopping big and that's not just the buildings itself (actually the biggest and the nicest is still ITE SIMEI *drools*) but also the population.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WITH more people you can widen your social circle until it's bigger than the milky way, plus you get to dress up the way you want to, dye your hair and play DotA/CS or okay fine, battleon if you insist, in school (laptop).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In addition, you get to taste the hands-on job for the future career you want to embark on (but of course, that is if you know what you want to do already) so you'll be filled with much more experience than JC people (in terms of real life working).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, the bad side of this paradise pathway is that of the longer year courses (3 years compared to Jc's 2 years) but that can be countered by getting into the top 10% of the exams (I think) to get into the 2nd year of university which means in order to balance out the time taken to finish your education with your JC friends you have to work hard and play hard also!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's all about balancing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's move on to JC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First off, when you tell people you're in so and so JC the employers tend to have a better perception of you compared to when you tell the employers you come from so and so poly, but that is not the case if both you and your poly friends go to university lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second pros for of going to JC is of course the length, 2 years of whacking your brain with irrelevant subjects that hs nothing to do with your career (well, that is in my case. I mean, who the hell uses Chemistry for DJ-ing?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe many of us here taking the big Os have this dilemma. SOME. Some already made up their mind to get married after their Os (hint hint!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'll consider going poly :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.nicefunnyjokes.com/images/visual-jokes/animal/happy-monkey-cefjfhimbdgibdgi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.nicefunnyjokes.com/images/visual-jokes/animal/happy-monkey-cefjfhimbdgibdgi.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday was the last day of school for Secondary 1 to 3 and it is definitely significant for the Sec 2s and the Sec 4s. The former will be splitting with their class while the latter will not see the other levels in school uniform (emphasis!) until probably in February when we get our O level results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. If questioned whether I am emo over that fact and that whether I will miss my Sec 4 class the answer is no. Come on, we haven't die right? Sure, we'll be further apart compared to currently but still we have each other on MSN what!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: The following please add me on msn thanks!&lt;br /&gt;- Serena&lt;br /&gt;- Jian Yang&lt;br /&gt;- Sarah&lt;br /&gt;- Hizam&lt;br /&gt;- Peng Jin&lt;br /&gt;- Kai Liang (yah I don't have this crazy ass's email $@#$)&lt;br /&gt;- Nicholas&lt;br /&gt;- Tsz Pui&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so here's the list of people who will be missed (Sec1s to Sec3s)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Juvena and clique (lmao, these are the only Sec1s I know)&lt;br /&gt;- Joshua's (AH BENG SIOLLLLLL) soccer clique (Parvesh bro, Farhan, Nazri ETC)&lt;br /&gt;- Sec2 NCC Landers (well I took you guys and grew pretty close (gosh this sounds gay) so all the best people!)&lt;br /&gt;- Sec3 NCC Landers (lmao, I took you guys before too so yeah, rock on!)&lt;br /&gt;- All the Justins, the Sec2 and the Sec3 (Mr Lim, you better work hard next year or else I'm going to rip off your shirt :) and Mr Khaw is it so hard just to shrink?! ;D)&lt;br /&gt;- 2A (alamak, make bubble tea never blend for me @#$@#$)&lt;br /&gt;- 2G (PICK ME PICK ME)&lt;br /&gt;- Sec2 Netballers (remember those days we stay after school just to play? SHIT. Why the weather nowadays so COLD. SNOWING!)&lt;br /&gt;- Sec3 Netballers (well, not very close but still.. GOOD LUCK FOR NEXT YEAR)&lt;br /&gt;- 2E 2006 (it was nice taking you guys, dont mind me for being too harsh, just doing what I had to do ;D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good luck people for your future endeavours! OK GTG BB&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17396148-6763483592541687811?l=ohleon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohleon.blogspot.com/feeds/6763483592541687811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17396148&amp;postID=6763483592541687811' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17396148/posts/default/6763483592541687811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17396148/posts/default/6763483592541687811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohleon.blogspot.com/2007/10/hmm.html' title=''/><author><name>Ayaka Keiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02359269450838063495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17396148.post-1433880236346416918</id><published>2007-10-18T18:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-18T18:36:14.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Pr1ju6GoCsY"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Pr1ju6GoCsY" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHECK THIS OUT!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17396148-1433880236346416918?l=ohleon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohleon.blogspot.com/feeds/1433880236346416918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17396148&amp;postID=1433880236346416918' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17396148/posts/default/1433880236346416918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17396148/posts/default/1433880236346416918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohleon.blogspot.com/2007/10/check-this-out.html' title=''/><author><name>Ayaka Keiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02359269450838063495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17396148.post-6594144885296057447</id><published>2007-10-18T16:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-18T17:41:16.845+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WHAT A LONG TIME SINCE I'VE BLOGGED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems that I can't keep up with this commitment of blogging like I could a year back ago but HEY that doesn't mean I don't have commitment for girls (well, that is if they have something other than looks to attract me that is!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like a nub in Facebook. I soooooo prefer Friendster!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Lxz074S-QnY/RxcdEjZYVCI/AAAAAAAABLU/88pxROm9RkU/s1600-h/facebooknub.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Lxz074S-QnY/RxcdEjZYVCI/AAAAAAAABLU/88pxROm9RkU/s320/facebooknub.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122595065215603746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have people in there trying to bite my ass and tossing hot potatos at me OMG. That is so not happening (say it like a bimbo!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This whole week have been a totally wasted week because when I'm supposed to study for my big Os which are coming so near to get me soon I end up playing basketball and chatting with people like crazy (not to mention the occassional gaming nights).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it dudes, I'm going ITE! Or maybe Australia for overseas education (chicks there way fun dude).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.stickergirl.com/images/264.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.stickergirl.com/images/264.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Nostalgia. The last day of school was a blast but it didn’t give me the feel that I used to have back in primary school days.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Sure, there were tears in my class (no lah I’m not one of them ;D) and of course lots of camwhoring action going on in the corridor (along with Amirul hanging from a tree branch WTF!). Each class has their own personality, take 4A for example, we’ve got the studious powerhouse people there who is probably going to grow up and work as NASA workers or invent some kind of levitating suit, then we have 4C, the guys are probably going to grow up as NBA teammates and then 4D, the class known for playing bottle soccer during each recess (omg!).&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;It dawned onto me yesterday that I haven’t been spending much time bonding with my classmates these two years of my life and it was regretful but I had to move on.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Forget regrets, look forward to the future where the bright light shines (philosophy SIOL!)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Here’s the prelims results (after moderation):&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;English – B3&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Chinese – A2&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;A Math – A1&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; E Math - A1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geography - A1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chemistry - A1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Physics - A1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Combined Humanities (SS,History) - C6 (wah lao, KENA DEMODERATION, -2 grades)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not trying to ego or anything but I'm not the type who can stand sitting (sounds like an oxymoron here) on a chair reading through tons of notes and textbooks while my buttock atoms are vibrating in a fixed position (DON'T THINK SICK LA THIS IS CHEM) and are exerting a 500N (weight = Mass * Gravitational Force) on the damn chair as it absorbs heat energy through conduction...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, whatever! Anything!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey 4D people, I have booked the class chalet to be at Sentosa 21st. Actually there are 3 days and 2 nights but I don't think people will be in such a HIONG party mood to party for 2 nights right? If you are game for 2 nights do tell me though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Don't be disappointed, Aloha supporters! Sentosa will do fine - volleyball (plus beach chicks/babes), carting (yeah there are carting at Sentosa), mahjong, BBQ, night walk at the beach (game or not?) got time can go VIVO some more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.zanyvideos.com/uploads/fat_woman_in_bikinis.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.zanyvideos.com/uploads/fat_woman_in_bikinis.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why so &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NOT&lt;/span&gt; fun?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seems like retailers are getting more and more advanced in their "Awareness of fashion" already. You get to see nub clothes stores like Giordano and Bossini upgrading their childish looking stocks into vintage shirts nowadays!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Samuel and Kelvin (I don't think they are nub though) have cleared their stocks and are now selling vintage jeans/shirt already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks like vintage is IN now. So expect to see lots of 80s and 70s clothings out there on the streets! Oh yeah for the benefit of those who don't know what vintage means:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="me"&gt;vin·tage&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="pronset"&gt;  &lt;img class="luna-Img" src="http://cache.lexico.com/dictionary/graphics/luna/thinsp.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="show_ipapr" style="display: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="prondelim"&gt;/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="pron"&gt;ˈvɪn&lt;img class="luna-Img" src="http://cache.lexico.com/dictionary/graphics/luna/thinsp.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;tɪdʒ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="prondelim"&gt;/&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a class="pronlink" onclick="pk = window.open('/help/luna/IPA_pron_key.html', 'PronunciationKey','height=700,width=560,left=0,top=0,resizable,scrollbars');if(pk){pk.focus();}" onmouseout="status='';return true;" onmouseover="status='Click for pronunciation key';return true;" title="Click for pronunciation key"&gt;Pronunciation Key&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="pron_toggle" style="display: inline;"&gt;&lt;span class="prondelim"&gt; - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="pronlink" onclick="javascript:show_sp()" onmouseout="status='';return true;" onmouseover="status='Click to toggle pronunciation';return true;" title="Click to show spelled pronunciation"&gt;Show Spelled Pronunciatio&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="pg"&gt;–noun  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;table class="luna-Ent"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="dn" valign="top"&gt;1.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;the wine from a particular harvest or crop. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;  &lt;table class="luna-Ent"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="dn" valign="top"&gt;2.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;the annual produce of the grape harvest, esp. with reference to the wine obtained. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;  &lt;table class="luna-Ent"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="dn" valign="top"&gt;3.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;an exceptionally fine wine from the crop of a good year. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;  &lt;table class="luna-Ent"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="dn" valign="top"&gt;4.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;the time of gathering grapes, or of winemaking. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;  &lt;table class="luna-Ent"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="dn" valign="top"&gt;5.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;the act or process of producing wine; winemaking. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;  &lt;table class="luna-Ent"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="dn" valign="top"&gt;6.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;the class of a dated object with reference to era of production or use: &lt;span class="ital-inline"&gt;a hat of last year's vintage. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;  &lt;span class="pg"&gt;–adjective  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;table class="luna-Ent"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="dn" valign="top"&gt;7.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;of or pertaining to wines or winemaking. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;  &lt;table class="luna-Ent"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="dn" valign="top"&gt;8.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;being of a specified vintage: &lt;span class="ital-inline"&gt;Vintage wines are usually more expensive than nonvintage wines. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;  &lt;table class="luna-Ent"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="dn" valign="top"&gt;9.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;representing the high quality of a past time: &lt;span class="ital-inline"&gt;vintage cars; vintage movies. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;  &lt;table class="luna-Ent"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="dn" valign="top"&gt;10.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;old-fashioned or obsolete: &lt;span class="ital-inline"&gt;vintage jokes. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;  &lt;table class="luna-Ent"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="dn" valign="top"&gt;11.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;being the best of its kind: &lt;span class="ital-inline"&gt;They praised the play as vintage O'Neill.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously, the wine definitions are out - which means that vintage clothes = past/previous era clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And no, I don't expect to see multiple Elvis Presleys (well actually I prefer Michael to Elvis)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i.realone.com/assets/rn/img/1/2/9/6/9156921-9156924-slarge.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i.realone.com/assets/rn/img/1/2/9/6/9156921-9156924-slarge.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me share some of my philosophical Zen deep emo slit wrist suicidal (okay maybe not the latter) thoughts I had over this week:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are four groups of people in this world:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Average Joes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the people whom you perceive as normal, harmless innocent people whom when you hang out with there are always moments of uncomfortable silence and when they see attractive girls they go soft and their balls turn into mango pudding. They are the people who like everyone in the male population who have a wild fantasy of banging some hot chicks but could only hear "let's remain as friends" from that holyshitomfgownageimba object of sexual interest (actually this is is a very degrading term, my apologies!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are the one who bore hot chicks with emo conversations and uninteresting convo topics into cold chicks, chicks that give them the cold shoulder and don't reply their sms because they just can't be bothered to. They are the ones who say "Please give me a chance to be your BF w0rhxzxz" and "Please accept my lurbx lurbx nehxzxz".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's not good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Alpha Males&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is equivalent to the leaders of ancient prehistoric apes and the local school bully. They have authority, they have respect, they got backbones and people know them. They are not the needy people seeking for approval from people. They know when to be nice and when not to be OVER-nice. They know how to laugh at their mistakes confidently and move on, they are like the most complicated molecular formula ever known, made up of different type of atoms - good health, wealth, humour, knowledge etc. Sex is of secondary importance to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uber.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Average Janes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the not so chio ones (yah I know it's shallow to judge it this way) and are the ones who created the sentence "I wish one day I will find my Prince Charming". However do not be mistaken, they are nice people like the average Joes. They are the 6-8 out of 10 in the rating system.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They hardly know how to play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Players&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the 10/10 females, the people who constantly get bombarded by conversations the freaking minute they sign into MSN, in which the "Hello" in these conversations lies an ulterior motive of trying to get her into bed. They are the ones who know how to play, these are the people who will seek out for people who will resist them, for the average Joe do not want to screw up his chances by resisting her and instead, agree with her 24/7 which is truly annoying for the players.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before you flame me for any logical difference of opinion that I have with you, let me share some songs:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shayne Ward - No U Hang Up (actually right, Shayne looks a little like Justin Timberlake)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="325" width="400"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/v/d2Tl2ijfss/aus=false/pv=2"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/v/d2Tl2ijfss/aus=false/pv=2" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" height="325" width="400"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rihanna - Shut Up And Drive (currently my favourite)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="325"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/v/OoY6bum5tk/aus=false/pv=2"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/v/OoY6bum5tk/aus=false/pv=2" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="400" height="325" allowFullScreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you know what's the underlying meaning behind this song ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOOD LUCK FOR Os!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17396148-6594144885296057447?l=ohleon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohleon.blogspot.com/feeds/6594144885296057447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17396148&amp;postID=6594144885296057447' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17396148/posts/default/6594144885296057447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17396148/posts/default/6594144885296057447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohleon.blogspot.com/2007/10/what-long-time-since-ive-blogged.html' title=''/><author><name>Ayaka Keiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02359269450838063495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Lxz074S-QnY/RxcdEjZYVCI/AAAAAAAABLU/88pxROm9RkU/s72-c/facebooknub.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17396148.post-3388740114646834950</id><published>2007-10-08T20:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-08T20:29:35.027+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table width="400" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="5" rowspan="3" valign="top"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.spikedhumor.com/images/vcleft.gif" width="5" height="300"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="390" height="5" valign="top"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.spikedhumor.com/images/vctop.gif" width="390" height="5"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="5" rowspan="3" valign="top"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.spikedhumor.com/images/vcright.gif" width="5" height="300"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td height="273" valign="top"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.spikedhumor.com/player/vcplayer.swf?file=http://www.spikedhumor.com/videocodes/128389/data.xml&amp;auto_play=false" quality="high" scale="noscale" bgcolor="#000000" width="100%" height="100%" align="middle" allowScriptAccess="sameDomain" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" /&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td height="22" valign="top"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.spikedhumor.com/articles/128389/Hand_Vagina.html" target="_new"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.spikedhumor.com/images/vcbot.gif" width="390" height="22" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ENJOY. LOL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17396148-3388740114646834950?l=ohleon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohleon.blogspot.com/feeds/3388740114646834950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17396148&amp;postID=3388740114646834950' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17396148/posts/default/3388740114646834950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17396148/posts/default/3388740114646834950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohleon.blogspot.com/2007/10/enjoy.html' title=''/><author><name>Ayaka Keiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02359269450838063495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17396148.post-6356896711107674209</id><published>2007-10-07T22:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-07T22:35:18.022+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today is retail therapy at its best and WHO is there to thank for?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY MUM OF COURSE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks mum for my new prize :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I expose this holy prize let me tell you the amazing thing about pokemon (pokemon very in now ok!) . It can actually be used in studying physics, I swear! By applying the Law of Kee How (study smart not study hard) I have reduced my studying period for O levels to 2 weeks before the big Os.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me share this secret in learning the potential divider:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think about voltage passing through a wire as the HP of the pokemon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the resistance is very huge, it is like a very painful damage dealth to that pokemon (super effective!) thus it will have very little HP left after passing through that resistance!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vice versa, if the resistance is very low, it is like ant bite to that pokemon (not very effective!) thus it will still have hell lot of ass HP after passing through it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope it helps! Happened to remember this when I taught this to Charles (my class one) about that damn confusing potential divider. Oh YES you can apply it to half life/ count rate also!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;POKEMON HOW GOOD?! Okay so let's thank them by putting Ash's picture here..no wait I prefer Misty ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.gilbert.freeserve.co.uk/char_misty2.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.gilbert.freeserve.co.uk/char_misty2.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay are you done lusting over a cartoon character?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you have! Or else I'd be typing to nobody!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So back to the retail shit:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bought a freaking VAIO today, converse bag, SILKPRO shampoo, hair dryer, shit I freaking love mum for that dude!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That list of goodies amounted to about $3000 and I'm typing this post with the laptop on my lap with its radiation trying to detonate my sperms (okay that'll probably help me save cost if you know what I mean :)) and toasting my balls!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New stuff to come up: Turntables with mixer with big ass booming speakers, room REVAMP (new furnitures)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things to do after holidays (I can't help ranting on and on about this point LOL): Tennis and Sauna (yes, AND. Gonna play with Gavin that clique) , Clubbing, Sentosa, Work at Underwater World, first 3 weeks at VJC, practice DJ-ing, Amirul's Chalet, Grad Night, hang out every single day SHIT, this is mad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thinking about all these rather than my exams which is like, coming straight into my face in like 2 weeks time. Other than English, I have no other concerns on my other subjects, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English is the main anus hole that has drastically increased my expected L1R5 of 6 to 10.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll study in an Australia university.&lt;br /&gt;I'll get a car by 26.&lt;br /&gt;I'll start a business at 40.&lt;br /&gt;I'll play stock/property at 50.&lt;br /&gt;I'll be a pimp daddy O at 60 (LOL)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So right now, I have alot of social skills to work on which is so much more important than a certificate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what if you have a damn piece of paper that establish your FACTUAL knowledge? Yes you can know all that shit about how electricity works but if you can't work well with people and only piss people off please plug that switch up your ass and toast yourself to death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yah, it sounds harsh but without good social skills one can't go that far. In order to get promoted/enjoy life/get laid you need good social skills :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when's the exams for these skills? Everyday. Everytime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that I close today's sermon about "How Geeks Reduce To Shit".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOOD LUCKS FOR EXAMS/ PREPARATION FOR EXAMS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kambateh! ;D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17396148-6356896711107674209?l=ohleon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohleon.blogspot.com/feeds/6356896711107674209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17396148&amp;postID=6356896711107674209' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17396148/posts/default/6356896711107674209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17396148/posts/default/6356896711107674209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohleon.blogspot.com/2007/10/today-is-retail-therapy-at-its-best-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Ayaka Keiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02359269450838063495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17396148.post-6631485153614029681</id><published>2007-10-01T20:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-01T21:16:19.688+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>MORE BELATED HAPPY BIRTHDAYS! Thanks people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Jet&lt;/span&gt; (haha thanks, oh by the way, I STILL HAVE YOUR WEBCAM!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;- &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Boon Yee&lt;/span&gt; (thanks librarian!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Hui Jin&lt;/span&gt; (haha this came as a surprise as well as from the 3 people below! thanks fellow clothes hanger!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Jael&lt;/span&gt; (at first I didn't know you were the one who send me the message because I don't have your number (remember we say don't want each other number?! TSK! Secretly store my number SIOL!) but still, thanks tampines-barney's-sidekick!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;Meryl&lt;/span&gt; (long time no see dude, thanks!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Yi Jie&lt;/span&gt; (come on friend, more confidence, more confidence! Don't scared don't scared!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Boon May&lt;/span&gt; (you burning pok pole dancer #$&amp;amp;@#$ forget my birthday still want give me bao as present?! I make you into tou sa pao ah! BTW, do you know your nose wiggles when you laugh?! HAHAHA)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Cheryl&lt;/span&gt; (you horny mao mao how can you forget @#$&amp;amp;*@ that's it man you owe me all your horny lolipops from the candy shop SET deal or no deal only got deal! Someone stop this horny girl from studying please or else her pimples gonna pok all over the cheeks!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Clayton&lt;/span&gt; (hehe thanks ;D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Jian Yang&lt;/span&gt; (after sitting next to you for like 1 year your psychologist words have soothed my heart and I am proud to say I am turning gay so please becareful!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Peng Jin&lt;/span&gt; (ok this one is one HARDCORE GAY SEX ADDICT but still thanks ;D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Gavin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;(omg this is another horny pok once aroused considered HOLYSHITWTFBBQOWNING)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Darren&lt;/span&gt; (OK that's it my class is so anti-hongkee prepare to become hong kee mee! Thanks :) )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I forgot your name please pardon my limited memory. After all, a human uses like 10% of his brain at one time only!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Current in-thing for Leon: learning how to be ambidextrous, basketball, guitar (inspired by that emo suicidal Victoria @#$, and NO I am not writing emo songs about 'Oh I slit rugby balls Oh I slit my hand with shades Oh my hobby is to get knock down by cars :)' rest assured, I'M SOOOO CREEPY SIOL!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Future in-thing for Leon: tennis, soccer, learning how to pick lock, learn magic (yah, future DAVID COPPERFIELD SIOL!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok gtg bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17396148-6631485153614029681?l=ohleon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohleon.blogspot.com/feeds/6631485153614029681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17396148&amp;postID=6631485153614029681' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17396148/posts/default/6631485153614029681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17396148/posts/default/6631485153614029681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohleon.blogspot.com/2007/10/more-belated-happy-birthdays-thanks.html' title=''/><author><name>Ayaka Keiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02359269450838063495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17396148.post-4372299215941268778</id><published>2007-09-30T22:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-30T23:19:34.548+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I would like to thank the following people for making my special day err, special!&lt;br /&gt;(in chronological order):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Rachel Sim&lt;/span&gt; (yes girl, you're the FIRST! I'M PROUD OF YOU. 12.06 am ;D that's it man, 50 year free supply of puppy food, puppy lover!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Ee Sheen&lt;/span&gt; (I guess I have to apologize for some stuff on my part yeah? Soz!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Deborah&lt;/span&gt; (long time no see, acutally, haven't even see before!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Wan Swen&lt;/span&gt; (4 years of friendship, maybe extended to 6 and might be volleyball teamate! OMG!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Melson&lt;/span&gt; (this is my bro ;D the one who I have everything under the sun to talk about from pink sluts to white sluts... the one who have been through up and down with me, and the one who will SOON be going to FACIAL WITH ME! Ok, maybe not)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;Victoria&lt;/span&gt; (TKG. This is one emo girl. Want to learn how to slit wrist professionally and get a Master Degree in Self Mutilation please consult her, fees are cheap!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Lemuel&lt;/span&gt; (Boring girls are definitely not worth our time ;D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Fang Ning&lt;/span&gt; (another volleyball player who can cook 1 butter chicken, 1 spicy vilian and send it all the way to SINGAPORE. No, not a suburb! This is one siao char bor not to mention chao ta too!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Keita&lt;/span&gt; (freaking piano genius who is probably going to end up composing some great musical piece and end up becoming the modern Beethoven or something. She bites... don't let your ass be her victim like in my case!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Shi Xiang&lt;/span&gt; (this is a bro whom I always unconsciously disturb but bro if you're reading this, I HOPE YOU DON'T TAKE IT TO HEART! But here's my heart! &lt; 3 )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Yi Feng&lt;/span&gt; (one crazy dude who's probably going to bash my ass up tomorrow (!!). He's going to end up becoming Singapore team's goalkeeper.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Grace Chow&lt;/span&gt; (hahaha I have freaking hell lots of things to tease this girl with... from things like her freckles, her chubbiness, her hair, her RETRO specs, her INTERESTING lifestyle, her INTERESTING hobby, her whiteness...and MANY MANY MORE. She is most likely to end up setting a child care centre selling fried chicken stealing customers away from my LAN shop)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but not least I'd like to thank my family of course :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Especially mum. She's a really tough woman who's been through more shit then you could probably find in Boon May's toilet bowl :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me recount how I celebrate SWEET 16.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First let me start off with this really interesting email:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Lxz074S-QnY/Rv-60jZYVBI/AAAAAAAABLM/jW5-GDFXeUE/s1600-h/WTF.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Lxz074S-QnY/Rv-60jZYVBI/AAAAAAAABLM/jW5-GDFXeUE/s320/WTF.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116013113733829650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why so kind to ask me go gay guys chat? HAIZ, what to do, must be see my friendster pictures already that guy feel damn horny horny then invite me but aiya so sad, I only lurbx lurbx big fat women with hairy ass and saggy boobs so unfortunately for him I rejected his lovely invitation :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought of celebrating my SWEET 16 in a grand way or a glam way but I figured it out that since my birthday is just one day before Children Day (means cannot be paedophile and ask small boys out because they busy preparing for children day) and that it's near exams I just have to spend this SWEET 16 with my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Self pampered myself in the afternoon - it is called retail therapy with 2 blue notes given by mum and reflection. Bought 2 of the most important books in my life (no not textbooks or the Bible, silly ;D), a shirt and an accessory (for peacocking).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have also planned by grad night and my life:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On grad night I will be the center of attraction, I will enter the ballroom filled with confidence and charm, then I will approach groups by groups, communicating with them and building up the awareness that I'm the alpha male and win the Prom King title so that when I look back I will have no goddamn regrets at all ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I'm going all out HAVOC for prom :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Os if I'm feeling confident about my O-level performance I will try and appeal into VJC for the first three weeks to get loyalty points. If not, I will forgo the first three weeks and enter TJC. During the holidays I'd be probably working at Underwater World or having a work attachment at clubs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It'll also be the time where I'll get my turntables and revamp my whole room into some kind of holyshitownageitpwnzomgwtfisthat uber room :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After JC life and Uni life, I will work part time as IT (well, IT earns like a big ass load of cash) and part time as a DJ (this will be the prime of my social life, it's all about getting hooked up with different chicks every day here).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From JC life onward it will be flirting touch-and-go-play-only until I settle down in mid 20s whereby I'll then go on a honeymoon in Europe and Tokyo and Australia :D (provided got enough money lah)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK so that's about it.. I WILL CONTINUE IT ANOTHER DAY (don't want to bore you with so much details you see!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: GOOD LUCK TO THOSE WHO ARE TAKING EXAMS TOMORROW/SOON! MAY YOU PASS WITH FLYING COLORS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PSS: FORMAL TEE WITH TIE IS SO IN NOW, ALONG WITH EMO STRIPES TEE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PSSS: SHIT I'M GOING TO GET BDAY BASHED TML @%#$^$^%^$%&amp;amp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17396148-4372299215941268778?l=ohleon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohleon.blogspot.com/feeds/4372299215941268778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17396148&amp;postID=4372299215941268778' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17396148/posts/default/4372299215941268778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17396148/posts/default/4372299215941268778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohleon.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-would-like-to-thank-following-people.html' title=''/><author><name>Ayaka Keiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02359269450838063495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Lxz074S-QnY/Rv-60jZYVBI/AAAAAAAABLM/jW5-GDFXeUE/s72-c/WTF.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17396148.post-7892740691767794108</id><published>2007-09-14T12:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-14T12:39:32.369+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>YO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was using the computer for a short while (to watch Prince of Tennis hehe) and happened to chance upon this OMGWTFBBQHOLYSHITOWNING profile (friendster)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Lxz074S-QnY/RuoNvnLWD8I/AAAAAAAABLE/LVENR-WVszk/s1600-h/holyshit.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Lxz074S-QnY/RuoNvnLWD8I/AAAAAAAABLE/LVENR-WVszk/s200/holyshit.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109911838826827714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25646 comments/testimonials.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This guy must be mad, he probably like spend his time on the computer his eyes glued to the screen his fingers busy typing of testimonials/comments to like 22873498 people a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And how'd I know? Cause he added me, but of course I didn't accept lah! Show you his picture:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos.friendster.com/photos/34/81/14251843/468971196l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://photos.friendster.com/photos/34/81/14251843/468971196l.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOW HANDSOME SIOL~ NEXT CAMPUS SUPERSTAR SIOL! Ok bye :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17396148-7892740691767794108?l=ohleon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohleon.blogspot.com/feeds/7892740691767794108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17396148&amp;postID=7892740691767794108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17396148/posts/default/7892740691767794108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17396148/posts/default/7892740691767794108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohleon.blogspot.com/2007/09/yo.html' title=''/><author><name>Ayaka Keiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02359269450838063495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Lxz074S-QnY/RuoNvnLWD8I/AAAAAAAABLE/LVENR-WVszk/s72-c/holyshit.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17396148.post-4738595499051988654</id><published>2007-08-25T14:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-06T15:43:44.894+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>With a genuine gigantic gregarious (WOW SO MANY Gs siol!) smile I present to you the sweetest song:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/Hf1lk8_r2b/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/Hf1lk8_r2b/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all the lovely Secondary 4s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And so we talked all night about the rest of our lives&lt;br /&gt;Where we're gonna be when we turn 25&lt;br /&gt;I keep thinking times will never change&lt;br /&gt;Keep on thinking things will always be the same&lt;br /&gt;But when we leave this year we won't be coming back&lt;br /&gt;No more hanging out cause we're on a different track&lt;br /&gt;And if you got something that you need to say&lt;br /&gt;You better say it right now cause you don't have another day&lt;br /&gt;Cause we're moving on and we can't slow down&lt;br /&gt;These memories are playing like a film without sound&lt;br /&gt;And I keep thinking of that night in June&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know much of love&lt;br /&gt;But it came too soon&lt;br /&gt;And there was me and you&lt;br /&gt;And then we got real blue&lt;br /&gt;Stay at home talking on the telephone&lt;br /&gt;We would get so excited and we'd get so scared&lt;br /&gt;Laughing at ourselves thinking life's not fair&lt;br /&gt;And this is how it feels&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[1] - As we go on&lt;br /&gt;We remember&lt;br /&gt;All the times we&lt;br /&gt;Had together&lt;br /&gt;And as our lives change&lt;br /&gt;Come Whatever&lt;br /&gt;We will still be&lt;br /&gt;Friends Forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if we get the big jobs&lt;br /&gt;And we make the big money&lt;br /&gt;When we look back now&lt;br /&gt;Will our jokes still be funny?&lt;br /&gt;Will we still remember everything we learned in school?&lt;br /&gt;Still be trying to break every single rule&lt;br /&gt;Will little brainy Bobby be the stockbroker man?&lt;br /&gt;Can Heather find a job that won't interfere with her tan?&lt;br /&gt;I keep, I keep thinking that it's not goodbye&lt;br /&gt;Keep on thinking it's a time to fly&lt;br /&gt;And this is how it feels&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Repeat 1]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La, la, la, la:&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, yeah, yeah&lt;br /&gt;La, la, la, la:&lt;br /&gt;We will still be friends forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will we think about tomorrow like we think about now?&lt;br /&gt;Can we survive it out there?&lt;br /&gt;Can we make it somehow?&lt;br /&gt;I guess I thought that this would never end&lt;br /&gt;And suddenly it's like we're women and men&lt;br /&gt;Will the past be a shadow that will follow us 'round?&lt;br /&gt;Will these memories fade when I leave this town&lt;br /&gt;I keep, I keep thinking that it's not goodbye&lt;br /&gt;Keep on thinking it's a time to fly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's probably too early to appreciate this song in mid September but the time will come where we separate and embark on a new journey with new faces and new souls (omg I sound so emotional in this post! Rest assured I'm not sobbing and slitting wrists while looking through yearbooks! Even if I do I make sure I'll write my will first ^^)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry people for being so INACTIVE like a block of wood these past few months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DON'T SAD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your beloved blogger will be back in action after his O's. Right in time to post about his graduation night (where this song will then be genuinely appreciated) where he might be dressed in blazers (hehe let me ego abit lah).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So right now let's all place our focus on studies and walk through this huge obstacle with confidence and success!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a less drama note, I'm getting a PSP and NDS for my b'day (HEHE ego again! Sorry!). Thanks mum :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Female tennis players are SOOOOOOOOO hot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kay thx bai!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17396148-4738595499051988654?l=ohleon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohleon.blogspot.com/feeds/4738595499051988654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17396148&amp;postID=4738595499051988654' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17396148/posts/default/4738595499051988654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17396148/posts/default/4738595499051988654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohleon.blogspot.com/2007/08/with-genuine-gigantic-gregarious-wow-so.html' title=''/><author><name>Ayaka Keiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02359269450838063495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17396148.post-5862444188579871893</id><published>2007-07-01T20:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-01T20:18:54.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://media.movieweb.com/galleries/3311/2525/lo/transformers_conceptual_designs_36.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://media.movieweb.com/galleries/3311/2525/lo/transformers_conceptual_designs_36.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Transformers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Initially I thought that it was a childish movie and probably it's going to end up like some Superman movie but that thought immediately changed once I felt, tasted and seen some metallic love (oooooooh! :P)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thumbs up if you are thinking of watching this movie because it is a SUPERB movie (right now it's on top of the list of Leon's favourite movies list alongside with Blades of Glory and Jack Neo Movies and POTC Series, excluding the 3rd episode).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus, I can't stress enough about the girl in the movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://wallpapers.diq.ru/wallpapers/75/Megan_Fox,_Hope_and_Faith.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://wallpapers.diq.ru/wallpapers/75/Megan_Fox,_Hope_and_Faith.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's just this mysterious look about Megan Fox's eyes. Well, maybe they look cunning (her surname is fox!). She's named #68 in FHM magazine's "100 Sexiest Women in the World 2006" supplement and is ranked #18 on the Maxim magazine Hot 100 of 2007 list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going through a dry period of blogging (don't feel like blogging) and that explains why my posts are soooo uber short and dry nowadays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you, happy youth day ;D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17396148-5862444188579871893?l=ohleon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohleon.blogspot.com/feeds/5862444188579871893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17396148&amp;postID=5862444188579871893' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17396148/posts/default/5862444188579871893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17396148/posts/default/5862444188579871893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohleon.blogspot.com/2007/07/transformers-initially-i-thought-that.html' title=''/><author><name>Ayaka Keiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02359269450838063495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17396148.post-3649637499872522516</id><published>2007-06-28T21:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-28T21:34:22.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/pci3zK48cXU"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/pci3zK48cXU" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Do you know&lt;br /&gt;Do you know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know what it feels like loving someone that’s in a rush to throw you away.&lt;br /&gt;Do you know what it feels like to be the last one to know the lock on the door has changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If birds flying south is a sign of changes&lt;br /&gt;At least you can predict this every year.&lt;br /&gt;Love, you never know the minute it ends suddenly&lt;br /&gt;I can’t get it to speak&lt;br /&gt;Maybe finding all the things it took to save us&lt;br /&gt;I could fix the pain that bleeds inside of me&lt;br /&gt;Look in your eyes to see something about me&lt;br /&gt;I’m standing on the edge and I don’t know what else to give.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know what it feels like loving someone that’s in a rush to throw you away.&lt;br /&gt;Do you know what it feels like to be the last one to know the lock on the door has changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can I love you How can I love you How can I love you How can I love you . . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you just don’t talk to me, babe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I flow through my act&lt;br /&gt;The question is she needed&lt;br /&gt;And decide all the man I can ever be.&lt;br /&gt;Looking at the last 3 years like I did,&lt;br /&gt;I could never see us ending like this.&lt;br /&gt;Seeing your face no more on my pillow&lt;br /&gt;Is a scene that’s never happened to me.&lt;br /&gt;But after this episode I don’t see, you could never tell the next thing life could be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know what it feels like loving someone that’s in a rush to throw you away.&lt;br /&gt;Do you know what it feels like to be the last one to know the lock on the door has changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know what it feels like loving someone that’s in a rush to throw you away.&lt;br /&gt;Do you know what it feels like to be the last one to know the lock on the door has changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know,&lt;br /&gt;Do you know,&lt;br /&gt;Do you know,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know what it feels like loving someone that’s in a rush to throw you away.&lt;br /&gt;Do you know what it feels like to be the last one to know the lock on the door has changed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAMN. This song is so hot (well the voice AND the singer) but the lyric is quite a turn off because it's like a really poor guy who broke up with her girl friend singing with a melody backed up by ping pong ball sounds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://cache.umusic.com/images/local/500/e9cff2ce-9d56-4ce6-ae3f-9ef8870fb5aa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://cache.umusic.com/images/local/500/e9cff2ce-9d56-4ce6-ae3f-9ef8870fb5aa.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sharp nose, sharp chin and a gaze that emits a mysterious feel, (don't worry I'm not bisexual or gay haha I'm straight!) very nice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17396148-3649637499872522516?l=ohleon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohleon.blogspot.com/feeds/3649637499872522516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17396148&amp;postID=3649637499872522516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17396148/posts/default/3649637499872522516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17396148/posts/default/3649637499872522516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohleon.blogspot.com/2007/06/do-you-know-do-you-know-do-you-know.html' title=''/><author><name>Ayaka Keiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02359269450838063495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17396148.post-2009703894956045919</id><published>2007-06-27T17:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-27T18:18:43.195+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HELLO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a long time *blows off dust from blog* since I've blogged, okay, not really, it's only three days but... HAHA nevertheless here's my post!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School started and it wasn't that optimistic for me but I shall be optimistic and use what I've got to the very best! And in case you are wondering what I am talking about, here's enlightenment ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Lxz074S-QnY/RoIzylePu1I/AAAAAAAABK0/5txgRbdD-js/s1600-h/DSC02603.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Lxz074S-QnY/RoIzylePu1I/AAAAAAAABK0/5txgRbdD-js/s200/DSC02603.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080680273772788562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A picture taken during the holidays, ah beng hair (actually I'm just an ah beng in disguise cause I very guai one I don't smoke and I don't drink ;D) and perfectly beautiful golden brown hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got my super nice golden brown hair thanks to my mum who bought the wrong color from the cosmetic shop (she bought bleach color from Gatsby) and thus my hair turn into a horrible experiment subject without any safety precaution but as if luck had it, it turned out to become damn beautiful! (not to mention super obvious as well)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I went to school like this, thinking that I'd probably give it a shot and see whether I get busted or not (actually the possibility of getting away with this hair color is 0.00329849023477%).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And sure enough I got busted by sooooooooo many teachers and when the discipline mistress asked me about my hair I just said "Actually, I got scolded many times about my hair already" but nevertheless that sinister woman still wanted to reprimand me, oh well (sorry but I'm very irked with the school's discipline committee)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not to mention I got caught for my hair length as well (bloody hell I kept my fringe for like 6 months and now they went to cut it away!) so I had to visit the school's barber.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The barber's friendly but his scissors were definitely not - my back got sloped (which looks very primary school and makes my head looks like a ball from the side) and my fringe got trimmed till it looks like.. I don't know, just horrible!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dyed my hair black and the dying process was really.. dying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God knows where all the gloves has gone when I actually kept my latex gloves (for computer repair use) in my drawer so I just went heck, I'll use my hands to dye my hair (I tried plastic bag at first but it is realllllllllly difficult to spread the dye) and my right hand became an Indian hand.. the whole palm's black yesterday and it got much whiter today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However my nails are still looking very emo-ish and this definitely suits Mohammed ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Lxz074S-QnY/RoIzx1ePuyI/AAAAAAAABKc/Ip89-cxRj_w/s1600-h/DSC02632.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Lxz074S-QnY/RoIzx1ePuyI/AAAAAAAABKc/Ip89-cxRj_w/s200/DSC02632.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080680260887886626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The gothic/emo right hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Lxz074S-QnY/RoIzyFePuzI/AAAAAAAABKk/XYHuBqKK_YM/s1600-h/DSC02633.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Lxz074S-QnY/RoIzyFePuzI/AAAAAAAABKk/XYHuBqKK_YM/s200/DSC02633.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080680265182853938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cleaner left hand for comparison.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when you see me in school with black nails don't be surprised and DON'T think I am EMO because I cannot stand being an emo elmo thanks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried all sorts of stuff to get rid of the black dye stain on the whole palm, things like alcohol, spirit, baby oil, detergent, toothpaste, hand soap but I realised something in school worked better than all these items above (I won't say!)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Lxz074S-QnY/RoI3p1ePu2I/AAAAAAAABK8/IjVZzHHwhBI/s1600-h/DSC02635.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Lxz074S-QnY/RoI3p1ePu2I/AAAAAAAABK8/IjVZzHHwhBI/s200/DSC02635.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080684521495444322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my hair's back to black (actually it's SO black it looks unnatural and instead it looks a little blue) and I look like a freaking good boy nerd now which equates to a great loss in sex appeal SO I shall keep myself low profile now for the time being and go home early everyday until my hair grows back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SELF IMPROVEMENT:&lt;br /&gt;- Get a good tan&lt;br /&gt;- Get rid of pimples&lt;br /&gt;- Eat more (target weight: 60, I'm like, 45 now !@#*)&lt;br /&gt;- Get into the pink of health ;D (having fluuuuuu T.T)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Lxz074S-QnY/RoIzxVePuxI/AAAAAAAABKU/3ve2prRAFhw/s1600-h/DSC02630.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Lxz074S-QnY/RoIzxVePuxI/AAAAAAAABKU/3ve2prRAFhw/s200/DSC02630.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080680252297952018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm the weirdest guy around. I have a cosmetic drawer OMG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things inside:&lt;br /&gt;Cologne&lt;br /&gt;Deodorant&lt;br /&gt;Powder&lt;br /&gt;Hair Gel (I have a spray in the toilet)&lt;br /&gt;Hair Wax&lt;br /&gt;Toner&lt;br /&gt;Acne Treatment Creams&lt;br /&gt;Accessories; wrist and neck&lt;br /&gt;Sun Tan Lotion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA. Okay the CBOX is currently not working now so I'll reply tags on your blogs (if don't have blog I'll reply at tagboard)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17396148-2009703894956045919?l=ohleon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohleon.blogspot.com/feeds/2009703894956045919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17396148&amp;postID=2009703894956045919' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17396148/posts/default/2009703894956045919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17396148/posts/default/2009703894956045919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohleon.blogspot.com/2007/06/hello-its-been-long-time-blows-off-dust.html' title=''/><author><name>Ayaka Keiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02359269450838063495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Lxz074S-QnY/RoIzylePu1I/AAAAAAAABK0/5txgRbdD-js/s72-c/DSC02603.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17396148.post-2382821063774954141</id><published>2007-06-24T20:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-24T21:35:13.658+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;"Sunday is Monday Preparation Day"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;- Wan Fong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.arandaclub.org.sg/imgs/www.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.arandaclub.org.sg/imgs/www.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spent my Monday Preparation Day at Wild Wild Wet, really wild, really wet, and the ticket also really rad. About 12+ dollars for an adult admission fee (wah lao I bet Boon May and Wei Rong can pass off as children!), it's like 12 times the price of Jurong Swimming Complex, which facilities are just a little bad than WWW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went there with my family and I abhor family outings (please, I prefer going with friends but you know, I'm a broke ass now after going out too much. I owe some people money and tomorrow I have to become like a walking ATM machine ;D) because my dad's a huge turn off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alot of people say my dad's handsome (HEHE indirectly self praise ;D) but his natural looks doesn't compensate for his personality: the stubborn, critical, quiet, pessimistic, serious guy; the sort ladies won't have fun going out with so I wonder what made my mum married him in the first place (gosh! :S).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Probably the sharp nose and big eyes ;D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.mtmorris-il.org/images/sad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.mtmorris-il.org/images/sad.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Too bad I got my mum's nose (not to mention oily skin @#$&amp;@#$@&amp;amp;$) but hey I got my mum's intellect weeeeeeeeee! ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a dispute with my dad after he created a big fuss at WWW saying "Since everyone in the family hate me and don't want to be with me why don't I just go home" (in Chinese).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Normally I'd say in my heart "GO home lah HAHA I think like that more fun" but no this time round I felt a tingling sensation in my heart (no lah not falling in love with my dad, siao), I actually sympathise him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I did say this in his face "I hate talking to you because all you do is scold me".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bang. Point blank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.welshwriters.org.uk/ajdesmond/Pics/BigBangFront.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.welshwriters.org.uk/ajdesmond/Pics/BigBangFront.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess that simple sentence put across all the emotions I have kept for a long time; I have NEVER initiate a conversation with him for 4 years unless it's for money or other things necessary for the greater benefit of my existence. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that I gave him a pat on the back. (:S)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This trip has been fruitful; I've become more tanned and my hair still remains a very nice brown color which probably I will get busted tomorrow because of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't get it, what has the hair color or style got to do with studies? What, brown or golden hair makes you more dumb? IQ drop by 50? The capacity of information your brain can hold will drop by 50%? And what has keeping long fringe got to do with studies as well? Does it affect your eyesight because it keeps poking it? Easy solution: Hair clip. Long side burns and long backs are also lovely areas for the disciplinary committee to bust you on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I have the answer to one of the most hated school's rule amongst the male population, the "Hair must be neat and cleanly shaved" rule.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.vwtech.com/tropichunt/24/Pictures/24%20-%20Reputation.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.vwtech.com/tropichunt/24/Pictures/24%20-%20Reputation.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's reputation. Schools want face. They want to look good in this competitive world, because by looking good more people will want to enroll into that school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mock at this retarded mindset and let me tell you why: Imagine you are the principal of TuaPek Kong Secondary and your students have all sorts of hairstyle, goth hairstyle, afro hairstyle (we don't see much of this in Singapore do we?!), mohawk hairstyle, ah-beng hair style, whatever hairstyle you can find. Every morning assembly you see a colorful display of hair; black to brown, gold to red, and occasionally you see some brave hearts with pink or purple or green hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the outside world look at your students and they spit at your door gate, they laugh and throw money at your face (LOL actually quite good leh, free money!) but you tolerate all this humiliation and you decide "I'm going to get the last laugh" and then you train your students like rocket scientists and their O LEVEL RESULTS shock the whole nation with all subject of MSG 1.0! ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.mediabistro.com/unbeige/original/shock.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.mediabistro.com/unbeige/original/shock.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the outside world will drop their smelly jaws and they look at you in awe and whenever Tua Peck Kong Secondary School is mentioned they will think "wow, that school, students very hip, very cool, some more very smart, OK THATS IT my son/daughter will go there".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ISN'T THAT BETTER?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K thanks bye ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://legacy.orie.cornell.edu/%7Epeterr/marianna/STUDY%205/original/Bye-bye%21.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://legacy.orie.cornell.edu/%7Epeterr/marianna/STUDY%205/original/Bye-bye%21.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17396148-2382821063774954141?l=ohleon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohleon.blogspot.com/feeds/2382821063774954141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17396148&amp;postID=2382821063774954141' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17396148/posts/default/2382821063774954141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17396148/posts/default/2382821063774954141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohleon.blogspot.com/2007/06/sunday-is-monday-preparation-day-wan.html' title=''/><author><name>Ayaka Keiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02359269450838063495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17396148.post-7404108249996275768</id><published>2007-06-23T18:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-23T20:06:26.614+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.laffcmh.com/photos/faq.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.laffcmh.com/photos/faq.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HELLO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haven't been blogging for like don't know how many thousand years because I've been out for the past few days and it's so energy sapping, time consuming, fats burning such that the bed looks more tempting than the computer, hee, you can't blame me - the computer getting's realllllly boring. I hope I will manage to persuade my mum to buy me a whole DJ setup ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which is pretty costly, around 5 grands ;|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guilty C0nfession: I have almost spend up to half a grand going out this whole damn holiday (which is just a short 2 weeks) and this short holiday is going to end soon in like, less than 35 hours, damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good thing though, because when school starts I get weekly allowance (I have to ask my mum for money if I want to go out during the holidays but since she's always at work I have to result in asking my dad which is a stubborn old bull who doesn't want to give me money so I end up having to consult my savings for help, which is actually saved to buy things like, err, clothes :P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Target to save all the way until O-levels: $500, which is quite impossible because I still have to go out during schooldays do I?! (I can't be probably mugging all the way until October all year long, ewwww)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www1.istockphoto.com/file_thumbview_approve/2924567/2/istockphoto_2924567_boy_with_money.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www1.istockphoto.com/file_thumbview_approve/2924567/2/istockphoto_2924567_boy_with_money.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After O-levels it should be hallehlujah pork paradise (random). And it's going to be time for going out every single goddamn day (that's when the savings start kicking in). I shall try to organize an overseas trip with friends (that is if my mum allows).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUN. (what's living life for without fun, right?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random Sidenote: My right eye is weaker than my left eye and my computer resolution kills (1248*1024 on a 17" LCD monitor oh my God my poor eyes)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about fun, I'd like to thank the June babies for their awesome chalet ;D namely: Zackary, Nicole, Wan Fong. (PS: Yexi's a June baby too but his name is too sexy to be included)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Lxz074S-QnY/Rn0AS0HE1bI/AAAAAAAABJE/uPjw2qh4TYs/s1600-h/DSC02623.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Lxz074S-QnY/Rn0AS0HE1bI/AAAAAAAABJE/uPjw2qh4TYs/s200/DSC02623.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079216277969753522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The chalet was at Tanah Merah's Safra Resort, thank God it wasn't located in the creepy area of Changi (actually there's a optimistic side to it; which is we can disturb bapoks in the middle of the night for some gay fun).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sidetracking a bit, bapoks are transexuals if you don't know. I happened to see these 2 bapoks the other day at Bedok Market (was eating prata). Oh shit, they look like guys from far but look like females at close range. For your information, bapoks main stream of customers come from ang mohs (raises eyebrows).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://cache.deadspin.com/archives/rupaul%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://cache.deadspin.com/archives/rupaul%5D.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note: Do not mistake bapok with taupoks (or Taufiq)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.aromacookery.com/photos/uncategorized/sghv7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.aromacookery.com/photos/uncategorized/sghv7.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS, is taupok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually I sympathise bapoks, not that I like them lah, but you see, nothing in this world is perfect and so is some of our fellow human race friends who have abnormal chromosomes (that's the thing in our body which make up our character/gender etc) and thus have a natural obsession with the err, feminine side ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And how did they change sex? Through a pretty complicated process termed as "Sex reassignment surgery" (wonder where do all these doctors find the inspiration to term all these procedures ?@!#$@L#)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the link if you want to read up on it: &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sex_reassignment_surgery"&gt;The very friendly wikepedia know-it-all link&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: There's also a difference between transvestite and transexuals. Transvestites are those who like to dress like the opposite gender while transexuals are well, those who actually really changed their sex (or think that they are actually the other gender)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.cartoonstock.com/newscartoons/cartoonists/jlv/lowres/jlvn818l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.cartoonstock.com/newscartoons/cartoonists/jlv/lowres/jlvn818l.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay back to the chalet ;D (sidetracking is harmful hahaha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way here via taxi (because the damn resort is so isolated):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Lxz074S-QnY/Rnz78kHE1RI/AAAAAAAABH0/TWZED3Y72M8/s1600-h/DSC02610.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Lxz074S-QnY/Rnz78kHE1RI/AAAAAAAABH0/TWZED3Y72M8/s200/DSC02610.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079211497671152914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We saw a couple whose car broke down on their marriage day, oh my God, so suay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon reaching the chalet there were plenty of activities:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Lxz074S-QnY/Rnz780HE1SI/AAAAAAAABH8/Uh5n9VtwItg/s1600-h/DSC02611.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Lxz074S-QnY/Rnz780HE1SI/AAAAAAAABH8/Uh5n9VtwItg/s200/DSC02611.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079211501966120226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mahjong. (yes Amirul's playing too, racial harmony man!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Lxz074S-QnY/Rnz79kHE1UI/AAAAAAAABIM/h0u7K3LHxxQ/s1600-h/DSC02616.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Lxz074S-QnY/Rnz79kHE1UI/AAAAAAAABIM/h0u7K3LHxxQ/s200/DSC02616.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079211514851022146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poker. (shaker fries! haha inside joke sorry)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were police and thief (eh cannot blame, sometimes really nothing to do), bowling, billiard, watching MTV movie awards (oh my God the host is damn muscular), watching Guiness 9 ball tour, finger guessing game etc etc (and don't forget barbecue as well!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: No money and beer involved in the games above ^.^&lt;br /&gt;PSS: Ian and WanFong can play Mahjong, WOW!&lt;br /&gt;PSSS: Ian's back from China to tell you his adventures of inns and McDonald.&lt;br /&gt;PSSSS: Ian's lucky charm is the "Hong Zhong" in Mahjong because it contains the first character of China in Chinese! (sorry for being a little racist here HEHE)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.geocities.com/SiliconValley/7956/c7-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.geocities.com/SiliconValley/7956/c7-3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about MTV awards, I shall present to you the song that I'm currently addicted to now (yes for those in the chalet.. you GUESSED IT!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/X7bK4Vee36M"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/X7bK4Vee36M" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA. I was questioned by Izhaq whether I get a hard-on by watching the video and I told him a straight no, BUT I DID PROCEED TO use the umbrella in the chalet to do a pole dance HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lyrics is quite okay but the MTV is just plain weird, seriously. Especially the playing with the water part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: The video has 12 million views! I guess people are as fascinated over the chorus as me HAHAHA. Ella, ella, ella, eh eh eh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Lxz074S-QnY/Rnz79UHE1TI/AAAAAAAABIE/-4dA8LBFCEQ/s1600-h/DSC02613.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Lxz074S-QnY/Rnz79UHE1TI/AAAAAAAABIE/-4dA8LBFCEQ/s200/DSC02613.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079211510556054834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wan Fong's present. Damn cute. No more walking the dog, it's time to walk the &lt;s&gt;pussy&lt;/s&gt; hello kitty! (yes it actually walks and it can bounce too, damn fascinating man !@#@%$, and no I'm not a sick in the head hahaha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Lxz074S-QnY/Rnz9yUHE1WI/AAAAAAAABIc/g38Ddciyzb8/s1600-h/DSC02618.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Lxz074S-QnY/Rnz9yUHE1WI/AAAAAAAABIc/g38Ddciyzb8/s200/DSC02618.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079213520600749410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Lxz074S-QnY/Rnz9ykHE1XI/AAAAAAAABIk/d0LV6zGTAZg/s1600-h/DSC02619.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Lxz074S-QnY/Rnz9ykHE1XI/AAAAAAAABIk/d0LV6zGTAZg/s200/DSC02619.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079213524895716722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Lxz074S-QnY/Rnz9y0HE1YI/AAAAAAAABIs/c_7anT5RZok/s1600-h/DSC02620.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Lxz074S-QnY/Rnz9y0HE1YI/AAAAAAAABIs/c_7anT5RZok/s200/DSC02620.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079213529190684034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Lxz074S-QnY/Rnz9zEHE1ZI/AAAAAAAABI0/RAM-NAwQ2GM/s1600-h/DSC02621.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Lxz074S-QnY/Rnz9zEHE1ZI/AAAAAAAABI0/RAM-NAwQ2GM/s200/DSC02621.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079213533485651346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Lxz074S-QnY/Rnz9zUHE1aI/AAAAAAAABI8/ZUZrO7FvrBo/s1600-h/DSC02622.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Lxz074S-QnY/Rnz9zUHE1aI/AAAAAAAABI8/ZUZrO7FvrBo/s200/DSC02622.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079213537780618658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Lxz074S-QnY/Rn0ATUHE1cI/AAAAAAAABJM/i2uJjxoUtmM/s1600-h/DSC02624.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Lxz074S-QnY/Rn0ATUHE1cI/AAAAAAAABJM/i2uJjxoUtmM/s200/DSC02624.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079216286559688130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Lxz074S-QnY/Rn0ATkHE1dI/AAAAAAAABJU/KdSLHK8VPtU/s1600-h/DSC02625.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Lxz074S-QnY/Rn0ATkHE1dI/AAAAAAAABJU/KdSLHK8VPtU/s200/DSC02625.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079216290854655442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random shots:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Lxz074S-QnY/Rn0AUEHE1eI/AAAAAAAABJc/P3ioPhnS0gU/s1600-h/DSC02626.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Lxz074S-QnY/Rn0AUEHE1eI/AAAAAAAABJc/P3ioPhnS0gU/s200/DSC02626.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079216299444590050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AH BENG MELSON.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Lxz074S-QnY/Rn0AUUHE1fI/AAAAAAAABJk/R0mRP3lX1hQ/s1600-h/DSC02627.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Lxz074S-QnY/Rn0AUUHE1fI/AAAAAAAABJk/R0mRP3lX1hQ/s200/DSC02627.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079216303739557362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HORNY TERRENCE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Lxz074S-QnY/Rn0BmkHE1gI/AAAAAAAABJs/bz-NEQ2B-lA/s1600-h/DSC02628.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Lxz074S-QnY/Rn0BmkHE1gI/AAAAAAAABJs/bz-NEQ2B-lA/s200/DSC02628.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079217716783797762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UNGLAM SHOT ;P I'm going to become mutton curry if the sheep sees this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Lxz074S-QnY/Rn0Bm0HE1hI/AAAAAAAABJ0/qSendF2Vv2U/s1600-h/DSC02629.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Lxz074S-QnY/Rn0Bm0HE1hI/AAAAAAAABJ0/qSendF2Vv2U/s200/DSC02629.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079217721078765074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Lxz074S-QnY/Rn0BnEHE1iI/AAAAAAAABJ8/F-s74FyW1rM/s1600-h/FN%2BChalet3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Lxz074S-QnY/Rn0BnEHE1iI/AAAAAAAABJ8/F-s74FyW1rM/s200/FN%2BChalet3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079217725373732386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UNGLAM SHOT 2 ;D Look where the hand is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not to forget the "survivors" who were awake all the way until 6 am went to the nearby cycling track of East Coast, sat down like a cult and we had Kori our international ghost story teller to tell us about his family adventures in Malaysia (story about indian man, flying moth and pale green face (sure is not chlorine infested face?))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Lxz074S-QnY/Rn0BnEHE1jI/AAAAAAAABKE/da61VthM1wU/s1600-h/SSL20220.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Lxz074S-QnY/Rn0BnEHE1jI/AAAAAAAABKE/da61VthM1wU/s200/SSL20220.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079217725373732402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's quite interesting to note that a big muscular sheep like Fong can actually be scared of ghost stories (oops!) but luckily no apparitions were seen beside me, probably because the bright yellow crocs that Fong was wearing acted like a Taoist talisman which reflected all the ghosts away!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kori's damn good at telling ghost stories - there were once as he was talking, he suddenly turned around (there was nothing behind) which shook us pretty bad. Then there was once as he was telling another ghost story, there was a "vroooooooom" sound which actually sounded like chants but actually it was illegal racing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sidetrack: I have seen illegal racing before in the city area (they were doing lap racing)  and the police had to come in and spoil the show. WAH LAO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the government should allow illegal racing (that is making it legal lah haha) because they are normally held at unearthly hours of the day whereby no innocent passerby will be killed in the process so why bother wasting money deploying police to catch them?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides street racing is cheaper than Formula 1 racing. Of course, the one thing bad about street racing that the gahmen consider is that it doesn't bring any revenue while F1 racing brings in good money ;D (in the long run that is).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somemore Singapore trying to promote tourism; with illegal racing, you can attract Japan race fanatics like those in Initial D to come race in Changi (somemore got bapoks as audience, wah not bad ah), right right?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the topic ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After morning came and we PACK UP AND GO (inside joke), I slept for about 6 hours (yeahhhhh sleep is good!) before heading off for Zackary's steamboat at East Coast. Went to Kenneth's house after that (I'm still waiting for the group picture, Nicole!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I'm lazy to type any longer weeeeeee :D so good bye for now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: School reopening in 2 days, depressing!&lt;br /&gt;PSS: Monday got Chemistry test and I haven't study it (I left my book in school T.T)&lt;br /&gt;PSSS:My hair's going to get it on Monday&lt;br /&gt;PSSSS: I have new shirt to get through my Term 3 and 4! ;D&lt;br /&gt;PSSSSS: New timetable for term 3!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Lxz074S-QnY/Rn0MaUHE1kI/AAAAAAAABKM/Nl_UbkQy5bo/s1600-h/term3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Lxz074S-QnY/Rn0MaUHE1kI/AAAAAAAABKM/Nl_UbkQy5bo/s200/term3.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079229600958305858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote from&lt;a href="http://littlehouseofvillains.blogspot.com/"&gt; Wan Fong's&lt;/a&gt; blog:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Cori mentioned that he once saw how fake jade was made, and he said it looks and feels the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ohleon.blogspot.com/"&gt;Leon&lt;/a&gt; then said what's so bad about fake jade, since it looks the same and feels the same, so what's so bad about it, since it's cheaper anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then &lt;a href="http://www.irfatty.blogspot.com/"&gt;Melson&lt;/a&gt; (I think) said, "So you're saying you like fake boobs la?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lmfao.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17396148-7404108249996275768?l=ohleon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohleon.blogspot.com/feeds/7404108249996275768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17396148&amp;postID=7404108249996275768' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17396148/posts/default/7404108249996275768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17396148/posts/default/7404108249996275768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohleon.blogspot.com/2007/06/hello.html' title=''/><author><name>Ayaka Keiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02359269450838063495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Lxz074S-QnY/Rn0AS0HE1bI/AAAAAAAABJE/uPjw2qh4TYs/s72-c/DSC02623.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17396148.post-4190913868829429693</id><published>2007-06-18T00:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-18T02:04:26.661+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/Z-o65mGlk1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RED RAIN YESTERDAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In case you don't know what it is, it's a Christian concert, yeah LEON is getting so holy nowadays, I also don't know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went with Melson and Joshua, took hell lots of pictures of Joshua PURPOSELY because he don't like to be in the limelight, so I shall PURPOSELY post all his pictures ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Lxz074S-QnY/RnVj8EHE08I/AAAAAAAABFM/HNyjrTH55Bg/s1600-h/DSC02575.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Lxz074S-QnY/RnVj8EHE08I/AAAAAAAABFM/HNyjrTH55Bg/s200/DSC02575.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077074038476821442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA, DAO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Lxz074S-QnY/RnVj8EHE09I/AAAAAAAABFU/E9GiE_b-eQ8/s1600-h/DSC02577.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Lxz074S-QnY/RnVj8EHE09I/AAAAAAAABFU/E9GiE_b-eQ8/s200/DSC02577.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077074038476821458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UNGLAM SHOT 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Lxz074S-QnY/RnVj8UHE0-I/AAAAAAAABFc/5EpBGsox9l4/s1600-h/DSC02578.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Lxz074S-QnY/RnVj8UHE0-I/AAAAAAAABFc/5EpBGsox9l4/s200/DSC02578.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077074042771788770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UNGLAM SHOT 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Lxz074S-QnY/RnVj8UHE0_I/AAAAAAAABFk/RVogitA11eE/s1600-h/DSC02580.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Lxz074S-QnY/RnVj8UHE0_I/AAAAAAAABFk/RVogitA11eE/s200/DSC02580.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077074042771788786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woah, woah, crying already, alamak!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Lxz074S-QnY/RnVj80HE1AI/AAAAAAAABFs/GeiBMtAPYIE/s1600-h/DSC02581.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Lxz074S-QnY/RnVj80HE1AI/AAAAAAAABFs/GeiBMtAPYIE/s200/DSC02581.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077074051361723394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Josh's hair in this picture look like BK's. Wait, let me show you whose BK...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.idunnou.multiply.com/image/17/photos/18/orig/9/Bk.JPG?et=JZNbPbdtjoV5szTvc%2C0xPQ"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://images.idunnou.multiply.com/image/17/photos/18/orig/9/Bk.JPG?et=JZNbPbdtjoV5szTvc%2C0xPQ" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM EVIL. I like to post people's unglam pictures (OMG!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met alot of people like for example Sahai (damn he didn't shrink!), Mong (as "rock-starish" as ever), Kenneth (who looks way darn cool now) etc. Saw alot of people from the usher ministry as well but oh gosh was it cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The concert's intro was lacking in power, truthfully but this concert was indeed the direct opposite of Planetshaker's concert - this climax is now at the end, the altar call part; it was damn powerful such that I wept silently (not cry mother cry father ah).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was this part of the concert where they needed 4 people to go up to the stage to dance so under peer pressure (:P) I went up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CONFESSION: My dancing isn't good ;D because I dance like a crazy monkey high on drugs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless I got this shirt which I shall wear it tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Lxz074S-QnY/RnVmCUHE1DI/AAAAAAAABGE/1sgv01zHDzQ/s1600-h/DSC02584.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Lxz074S-QnY/RnVmCUHE1DI/AAAAAAAABGE/1sgv01zHDzQ/s200/DSC02584.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077076344874259506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meet Justin; the big breast monster:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Lxz074S-QnY/RnVmB0HE1BI/AAAAAAAABF0/o1AR6coDW14/s1600-h/DSC02582.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Lxz074S-QnY/RnVmB0HE1BI/AAAAAAAABF0/o1AR6coDW14/s200/DSC02582.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077076336284324882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picture self explanatory thanks ;) Mel and I call him China gigolo, LOL, so evil, okay Mel I guess we shouldn't disturb small kids or else later they cry :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Lxz074S-QnY/RnVmCEHE1CI/AAAAAAAABF8/OBhDYb1ye8g/s1600-h/DSC02583.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Lxz074S-QnY/RnVmCEHE1CI/AAAAAAAABF8/OBhDYb1ye8g/s200/DSC02583.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077076340579292194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These 2 look like brothers man, I swear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for dinner and pooled (is there such a word?!) with 5 Chinese and 1 Indian after the concert (go figure whose the Indian HEHE).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about Indians, let's sidetrack a little bit:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Don't sue me for making racism post if you feel offended because I have no intention on causing a racial riot in Singapore whereby Indians kill Chinese with poisoned murtabaks and concentrated acid in disguise pork curry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know about you but nowadays I see more and more Indians (actually I cannot tell the difference between Indian and Bangalah so I just term them indians for convenience) on the MRT; especially when the train passes by Aljunied, Eunos or Tanjong Pagar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it isn't a bad thing (MISCONCEPTION AMONG MANY: INDIANS HAVE A STRONG "ODOR") because I personally think Indian GUYS (must caps and bold just in case someone get wrong idea) are handsome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of them have&lt;br /&gt;1) Sharp nose&lt;br /&gt;2) Hairy moustache (very fun can stroke with it, HE HE, sounds wrong)&lt;br /&gt;3) Nice eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But most importantly they exlude some kind of charm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also notice the Indian guys like to touch the other Indian guy they are talking to when they converse, that is so unlike Chinese (okay fine maybe that's just for me because I don't really like to touch touch here touch touch there like some sex fanatic like that).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Oh yes there's an Indian movie coming up, and OH TALKING ABOUT INDIAN MOVIES (HEHE I'm side-side tracking) DON'T YOU NOTICE THEY ALWAYS SAVE SOME PARTS FOR SONGS AND DANCE!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.indiamike.com/photopost/data/504/3331Bollywood_Sign.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.indiamike.com/photopost/data/504/3331Bollywood_Sign.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bollywood's going to make it big man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on China, Hong Kong, Tai Wan and other Chinese filled countries, we need a Chollywood (CHOI! TOUCH WOOD!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PSS: Jack Neo's coming up with a movie called "Ah Beng Ltd" (or something like that, I forgot) that depicts the story of gang rivalry between Malaysia and Singapore. I'm a hardcore loyal supporter of director Jack Neo's movies because I think they are so damn filled with Singapore touch and humour and never fails to play with your feelings (unless your my dad of course, he stoned when he watched "Just Follow Law"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GO JACK NEO! ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, back to the topic of our dear friends whom skin color we always like to tease (omg I feel so bastard saying that, no hard feelings).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I was a girl (don't mistake me for one OKAY, I REPEAT DON'T MISTAKE ME FOR ONE @#$&amp;@#) I'd go for an Indian guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes there was this Indian guy I saw on the MRT who stared at this girl for like 2 minutes, which I thought was damn cool because it was as if he was shooting out laser to toast the girl into murtabak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me tell you what will most Chinese guys do when they see this super sizzling sambal chilli hot sex goddess coming towards them or standing near them:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They will take one quick glance at the girl, think to himself "oh my God that girl so hot I think I feel something moving between my legs" then goes into a complete pretend-the-girl-is-not-there state which is achieved by looking somewhere else and JUST NOT AT THE GIRL'S EYES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Serious man, yah, I'm very serioussss. *says it in the damn serious deep man bass voice*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also realised that different races have different general personalities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's say you are a very horny cheekopeh guy who wear boxers and sandal but luckily God give you this very charming sexy voice and beautiful face that every girl want to lick and that you come out to Bugis MRT Station, see a hot chick and goes up to her and say:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img2.timeinc.net/people/i/2006/specials/beauties06/mstbeautmen/brad_pitt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://img2.timeinc.net/people/i/2006/specials/beauties06/mstbeautmen/brad_pitt.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Heyyyyyyy..." in that teasing seductive bass voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And depending on which race the hot chick (lol hot chick hot chick makes the girl sound like KFC food, oops!) is there would be different responses:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinese - Gives you that awkward looking face and thinks to herself "siao, crazy guy" and run all the way to Boon Lay.&lt;br /&gt;Muslim - Probably give you a seductive eye contact session and a warm smile.&lt;br /&gt;Indian - Engages in a neckbreaking speed intellectual debate with you&lt;br /&gt;Blonde - Flirts outrageously with you and goes wild, probably goes out on a date with you even!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus in conclusion, I love Blondes. Blondes are hot (don't start on the dumb blondes thing LOL).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example, Jessica Alba:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://imagecache2.allposters.com/images/pic/153/1226091%7EFantastic-Four-Jessica-Alba-Posters.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://imagecache2.allposters.com/images/pic/153/1226091%7EFantastic-Four-Jessica-Alba-Posters.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.citypages.com/blogmedia/pscholtes/JessicaAlbaInvisibleWoman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://img.citypages.com/blogmedia/pscholtes/JessicaAlbaInvisibleWoman.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOLY SHIT OWNAGE. Her eyes are way too nice that it shocks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sad thing is, most blondes you come across are either fake (as in plastic surgery, breast implants, nose jobs whatever all sorts of surgical procedures) but not to say there are still a lot of beautiful "naturals".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tend to have this mindset that superstars look like crap without make up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went swimming today for the first time at Tampines Swimming Complex, haven't swam in a swimming pool for ages but it's quite sad that the complex doesn't have a sauna else it'd be perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I forget, I'd like to mention I saw Jeremiah (event manager for TKSS's 50th Anniversary) yesterday at Tampines, he'd like to send his regards to all TKSS 50th Anniversary's performers and those who helped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched Fantastic Four: Silver Surfer at late evening, this time with 3 Chinese, 1 Half Thai (YES, I did say Half Thai) and 1 bamboo/stick insect/hairy monster/chimpanzee/messyhair-siaocharbor/whatever/anything!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Bad hair day today, alamak, NOT GLAM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a whole, F4 (sounds gay :P) is a FANTASTIC movie which I give my thumbs up. Catch it if you like action packed movies with a little touch on humour and happy endings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MINI SPOILER: &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;There might be a 3rd F4 movie coming up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's quite short too, about 1 and a half hour I should say, so that's a huge change from POTC3 which is a boringgggggggggggg 3 hour long (too draggy in my opinion).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next time if you have nothing to do after watching a movie take this advice:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GO GIANT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Lxz074S-QnY/RnVmC0HE1FI/AAAAAAAABGU/y7wzrsnB3W0/s1600-h/DSC02587.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Lxz074S-QnY/RnVmC0HE1FI/AAAAAAAABGU/y7wzrsnB3W0/s200/DSC02587.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077076353464194130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Lxz074S-QnY/RnVx5kHE1GI/AAAAAAAABGc/SSAyY1eiWfE/s1600-h/DSC02588.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Lxz074S-QnY/RnVx5kHE1GI/AAAAAAAABGc/SSAyY1eiWfE/s200/DSC02588.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077089388689937506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Lxz074S-QnY/RnVx6UHE1HI/AAAAAAAABGk/pmn2RRI4KzA/s1600-h/DSC02589.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Lxz074S-QnY/RnVx6UHE1HI/AAAAAAAABGk/pmn2RRI4KzA/s200/DSC02589.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077089401574839410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Lxz074S-QnY/RnVx7EHE1II/AAAAAAAABGs/i0iDR_2YJkI/s1600-h/DSC02590.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Lxz074S-QnY/RnVx7EHE1II/AAAAAAAABGs/i0iDR_2YJkI/s200/DSC02590.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077089414459741314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's Boon May inside the tent, SHE'S SLEEPING THERE TONIGHT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Lxz074S-QnY/RnVx8EHE1JI/AAAAAAAABG0/_nJoeVPB15o/s1600-h/DSC02591.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Lxz074S-QnY/RnVx8EHE1JI/AAAAAAAABG0/_nJoeVPB15o/s200/DSC02591.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077089431639610514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People taking picture of the sleeping beast like they are going to the zoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Lxz074S-QnY/RnVx9EHE1KI/AAAAAAAABG8/gG8JkLAhWDc/s1600-h/DSC02592.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Lxz074S-QnY/RnVx9EHE1KI/AAAAAAAABG8/gG8JkLAhWDc/s200/DSC02592.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077089448819479714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sleeping beast (and farting and burping beast) can be bought for just $8.90, hell money currency thanks, no additional GST charged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Lxz074S-QnY/RnVmCkHE1EI/AAAAAAAABGM/RjobL1Wb8j8/s1600-h/DSC02585.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Lxz074S-QnY/RnVmCkHE1EI/AAAAAAAABGM/RjobL1Wb8j8/s200/DSC02585.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077076349169226818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Lxz074S-QnY/RnVy5EHE1LI/AAAAAAAABHE/_S8F0UKOl1o/s1600-h/DSC02593.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Lxz074S-QnY/RnVy5EHE1LI/AAAAAAAABHE/_S8F0UKOl1o/s200/DSC02593.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077090479611630770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Lxz074S-QnY/RnVy5UHE1MI/AAAAAAAABHM/MjTCodhIAKs/s1600-h/DSC02596.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Lxz074S-QnY/RnVy5UHE1MI/AAAAAAAABHM/MjTCodhIAKs/s200/DSC02596.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077090483906598082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Lxz074S-QnY/RnVy50HE1NI/AAAAAAAABHU/VClKjGLrirY/s1600-h/DSC02597.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Lxz074S-QnY/RnVy50HE1NI/AAAAAAAABHU/VClKjGLrirY/s200/DSC02597.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077090492496532690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shi Yun (the half thai) treated all of us to err.. bread (:P), that's very nice of her BUT good stuff don't last long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Lxz074S-QnY/RnVy50HE1OI/AAAAAAAABHc/lO10qbxg1SI/s1600-h/DSC02598.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Lxz074S-QnY/RnVy50HE1OI/AAAAAAAABHc/lO10qbxg1SI/s200/DSC02598.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077090492496532706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Lxz074S-QnY/RnVy6EHE1PI/AAAAAAAABHk/-Tw-MinAyJ4/s1600-h/DSC02599.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Lxz074S-QnY/RnVy6EHE1PI/AAAAAAAABHk/-Tw-MinAyJ4/s200/DSC02599.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077090496791500018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*AHEM. COUGH.* Where's my cough syrup?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Lxz074S-QnY/RnVzsUHE1QI/AAAAAAAABHs/7Iy9HdAnus0/s1600-h/DSC02600.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Lxz074S-QnY/RnVzsUHE1QI/AAAAAAAABHs/7Iy9HdAnus0/s200/DSC02600.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077091360079926530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Probably the bread's drugged because after eating the bread Shi Yun turn from a nice sweet girl in cuties dress and heels to a violent monster OMG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's okay, despite all the scratches, whack and kicks (this one most painful, sharp high heels @#$*@#) I still made it back in one piece.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PRAISE GOD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to go out with this half-thai again (:P) in case I cannot make it back in ONE PIECE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And speaking of half-thai, I'm going to do something phenomenal:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;I'm sorry Jennifer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay kay thanks bye! :D (reply tags next post, sorry ya, you can whack my lazy ass if you want ;D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Do what you feel makes you happy; and you'll be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17396148-4190913868829429693?l=ohleon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohleon.blogspot.com/feeds/4190913868829429693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17396148&amp;postID=4190913868829429693' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17396148/posts/default/4190913868829429693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17396148/posts/default/4190913868829429693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohleon.blogspot.com/2007/06/red-rain-yesterday-in-case-you-dont.html' title=''/><author><name>Ayaka Keiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02359269450838063495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Lxz074S-QnY/RnVj8EHE08I/AAAAAAAABFM/HNyjrTH55Bg/s72-c/DSC02575.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17396148.post-2786065914677136495</id><published>2007-06-16T01:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-16T02:12:31.794+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>TODAY WAS ELECTRONIC COURSE. Some felt it was very electrifying-ly exciting while it was deadly boring to some. Okay, fair enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up at 8.00 AM today when I actually set my alarm to 6.30AM because sleepy lazy ass Leon couldn't bear to get his lazy ass that is full of beautiful ass hair even though it is becoming barbecued buttocks over time due to the strong concentration of our beautiful sunlight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sidenote: Tragic thought, I think the end of the world is going to come in the form of global warming, the weather's going to turn so bad I tell you my pimples will start to melt (HALLEHLUJAH!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had to head all the way to Ngee Ann poly which is located in Clementi which is probably somewhere in India. Thanks Yu Wen for teaching me how to get there in the first place or else if not for you I'd probably be stuck at home whole day getting my butt burnt (my butt hair is going to have a forest fire!), and not to forget Gavin too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Lxz074S-QnY/RnLO1UHE0rI/AAAAAAAABDE/yMtCY-i-wko/s1600-h/DSC02557.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Lxz074S-QnY/RnLO1UHE0rI/AAAAAAAABDE/yMtCY-i-wko/s200/DSC02557.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076347145326744242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Lxz074S-QnY/RnLO1kHE0sI/AAAAAAAABDM/i72rWiy-LVA/s1600-h/DSC02558.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Lxz074S-QnY/RnLO1kHE0sI/AAAAAAAABDM/i72rWiy-LVA/s200/DSC02558.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076347149621711554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Lxz074S-QnY/RnLO2EHE0tI/AAAAAAAABDU/rXbhy527kPY/s1600-h/DSC02559.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Lxz074S-QnY/RnLO2EHE0tI/AAAAAAAABDU/rXbhy527kPY/s200/DSC02559.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076347158211646162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lold and behold I arrived just on time for the first tea break, I think I must have been pretty psychic or that I'm just dang lucky (wah lao, 4D not so lucky this type of thing lucky where got use #@Lold and behold I arrived just on time for the first tea break, I think I must have been pretty psychic or that I'm just dang lucky (wah lao, 4D not so lucky this type of thing lucky where got use #@Lold and behold I arrived just on time for the first tea break, I think I must have been pretty psychic or that I'm just dang lucky (wah lao, 4D not so lucky this type of thing lucky where got use #@Lold and behold I arrived just on time for the first tea break, I think I must have been pretty psychic or that I'm just dang lucky (wah lao, 4D not so lucky this type of thing lucky where got use #@$&amp;@#).&lt;br /&gt;amp;@#).&lt;br /&gt;amp;@#).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Learnt more about Logic Gates (something to do with computer chips) which is complete illogical but nevermind, it's fun because it feels like playing with lego anyway. (IF ONLY SCHOOL DAYS CAN BE SO FUN $@#$@@##^$^) HAHA, deprived childhood. Okay, maybe I should consider buying dollhouses and barbie dolls now (although they look freaky at night like they want to rape you like that)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second half of the course was much more fun though, it has something to do with the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cathode Ray Oscilloscope&lt;/span&gt; , yes I know, that's a very big fat homosexually retarded banana mix with mayonaise word. Don't blame me for slamming in such a chimology word that is so sexy because I trying to act wise HEHE (hey cannot is it, what's your problem!&amp;@!#&amp;amp;@!#).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically it's the thing that you see in hospital, the one you see in serial drama; you usually see them in the scene where people die and the very arousing "deeeeeeee" sounds start to play and the screens shows a straight line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Lxz074S-QnY/RnLO2UHE0uI/AAAAAAAABDc/dVj67pzaWEM/s1600-h/DSC02560.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Lxz074S-QnY/RnLO2UHE0uI/AAAAAAAABDc/dVj67pzaWEM/s200/DSC02560.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076347162506613474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Lxz074S-QnY/RnLO20HE0vI/AAAAAAAABDk/yLeZ1ZyTT_0/s1600-h/DSC02561.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Lxz074S-QnY/RnLO20HE0vI/AAAAAAAABDk/yLeZ1ZyTT_0/s200/DSC02561.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076347171096548082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA A CIRCLE! CAN YOU IMAGINE IF YOU SEE THAT IN A HOSPITAL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Lxz074S-QnY/RnLR6UHE0wI/AAAAAAAABDs/k-XDehTdOXc/s1600-h/DSC02562.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Lxz074S-QnY/RnLR6UHE0wI/AAAAAAAABDs/k-XDehTdOXc/s200/DSC02562.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076350529760973570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Lxz074S-QnY/RnLR6kHE0xI/AAAAAAAABD0/Gns9rIX5Zmg/s1600-h/DSC02563.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Lxz074S-QnY/RnLR6kHE0xI/AAAAAAAABD0/Gns9rIX5Zmg/s200/DSC02563.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076350534055940882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Lxz074S-QnY/RnLR60HE0yI/AAAAAAAABD8/b7ljUuHNb5U/s1600-h/DSC02564.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Lxz074S-QnY/RnLR60HE0yI/AAAAAAAABD8/b7ljUuHNb5U/s200/DSC02564.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076350538350908194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Lxz074S-QnY/RnLR7EHE0zI/AAAAAAAABEE/lXJiqjvry4g/s1600-h/DSC02565.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Lxz074S-QnY/RnLR7EHE0zI/AAAAAAAABEE/lXJiqjvry4g/s200/DSC02565.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076350542645875506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You might think this plain looking big bulky clumsy fat lard box is damn boring because all it does is tell whether people die or not (and whether the time to get the person's will has come or not) but let me tell you:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT HAS A POTENTIAL TO BE THE DJ'S FUTURE INSTRUMENT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forget turntable, look at this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/pnENKp7ZkNk"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/pnENKp7ZkNk" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do turn down the volume a little, lots of high frequency sound that might be sharp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It can do all these sounds:&lt;br /&gt;- Whistle&lt;br /&gt;- Scratch&lt;br /&gt;- The super annoying supersonic sound&lt;br /&gt;- The 56k dial up&lt;br /&gt;- Police Siren&lt;br /&gt;- Train hustling&lt;br /&gt;- Drilling&lt;br /&gt;- Motor engine start up&lt;br /&gt;- TV Spoil&lt;br /&gt;- Video game sounds&lt;br /&gt;- Computer System error sound&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PLUS IT GETS THE ADDITIONAL FEATURE OF irritating the hell out of teachers (the final part) and not to mention irritating innocent victims like IMEE who is at another room (yes the sound can travel all the way past a glass barrier to another room, see how efficient it is!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next time don't need machine gun in warfare, just use the CRO and burst the eardrums of your enemies ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went Planetshakers concert today, was a last minute invitation and I didn't know New Creation Church was involved in the concert. There was a goody bag given when you go in too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Lxz074S-QnY/RnLR70HE00I/AAAAAAAABEM/N8qDhfIK4lk/s1600-h/DSC02566.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Lxz074S-QnY/RnLR70HE00I/AAAAAAAABEM/N8qDhfIK4lk/s200/DSC02566.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076350555530777410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Lxz074S-QnY/RnLUV0HE01I/AAAAAAAABEU/k9AF90aGuKw/s1600-h/DSC02567.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Lxz074S-QnY/RnLUV0HE01I/AAAAAAAABEU/k9AF90aGuKw/s200/DSC02567.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076353201230631762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Lxz074S-QnY/RnLUWUHE02I/AAAAAAAABEc/059tOd_5VMM/s1600-h/DSC02568.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Lxz074S-QnY/RnLUWUHE02I/AAAAAAAABEc/059tOd_5VMM/s200/DSC02568.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076353209820566370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Lxz074S-QnY/RnLUWkHE03I/AAAAAAAABEk/DOkJj9-XyCA/s1600-h/DSC02569.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Lxz074S-QnY/RnLUWkHE03I/AAAAAAAABEk/DOkJj9-XyCA/s200/DSC02569.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076353214115533682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Lxz074S-QnY/RnLUXEHE04I/AAAAAAAABEs/to8bhSXNY_Q/s1600-h/DSC02570.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Lxz074S-QnY/RnLUXEHE04I/AAAAAAAABEs/to8bhSXNY_Q/s200/DSC02570.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076353222705468290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Lxz074S-QnY/RnLUXUHE05I/AAAAAAAABE0/1eYtNFL-u7g/s1600-h/DSC02571.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Lxz074S-QnY/RnLUXUHE05I/AAAAAAAABE0/1eYtNFL-u7g/s200/DSC02571.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076353227000435602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all here's the brief summary:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The introduction was terrific, the praise &amp; worship was average because the bass in the place was too high, along with the trebble oh my God I think my eardrums still hurt now, the sermon was engaging (by Joseph Prince) but was quite draggy and the final part of the sermon was I don't know.. anti-climax.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a whole, this concert's a 7/10.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope tomorrow's Red Rain will be a better concert (my throat still working!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Lxz074S-QnY/RnLVmkHE06I/AAAAAAAABE8/ppzI9iQtwXA/s1600-h/DSC02572.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Lxz074S-QnY/RnLVmkHE06I/AAAAAAAABE8/ppzI9iQtwXA/s200/DSC02572.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076354588505068450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Lxz074S-QnY/RnLVm0HE07I/AAAAAAAABFE/6hOMQ-su0lE/s1600-h/DSC02573.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Lxz074S-QnY/RnLVm0HE07I/AAAAAAAABFE/6hOMQ-su0lE/s200/DSC02573.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076354592800035762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Don't borrow money from me nowadays cause I'm pretty cash tight kay thanks bye :D&lt;br /&gt;PSS: DISTURB BAPOK, SOON!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Playing hard to get backfires; monogamy is unnatural (;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17396148-2786065914677136495?l=ohleon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohleon.blogspot.com/feeds/2786065914677136495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17396148&amp;postID=2786065914677136495' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17396148/posts/default/2786065914677136495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17396148/posts/default/2786065914677136495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohleon.blogspot.com/2007/06/today-was-electronic-course.html' title=''/><author><name>Ayaka Keiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02359269450838063495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Lxz074S-QnY/RnLO1UHE0rI/AAAAAAAABDE/yMtCY-i-wko/s72-c/DSC02557.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17396148.post-8737403535641014301</id><published>2007-06-13T16:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-14T18:26:43.538+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Lxz074S-QnY/Rm-mc0HE0jI/AAAAAAAABCE/LjUVFg9SYxg/s1600-h/DSC02536.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Lxz074S-QnY/Rm-mc0HE0jI/AAAAAAAABCE/LjUVFg9SYxg/s200/DSC02536.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075458319024706098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Lxz074S-QnY/Rm-mdEHE0kI/AAAAAAAABCM/wSVIvYza21U/s1600-h/DSC02537.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Lxz074S-QnY/Rm-mdEHE0kI/AAAAAAAABCM/wSVIvYza21U/s200/DSC02537.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075458323319673410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Above are pictures of the coolest corrector tape I've ever seen in my 15 years of living, Japanese are really creative people! And that's the reason why their technology industry is so big today and their economy is doing fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Creativity = Great ideas = New ideas = Shock people = Curious people = People interested = People want to know = People buy = People pay money = You earn money = Economy do well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the main idea is: Want earn big bucks then you gotta think of something new, something cool or something to solve problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EG. Whatever &amp; Anything, oh my god. My favourite drinks currently, because this idea is so damn groovy and I hope they come out with LOL and WTF so next time when someone says something damn wacky you don't even have to say anything just show them your WTF can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holidays were something I was looking forward to but now I dread it, I mean, it's so freaking boring when you don't go out because all you do at home is either use the computer, watch the television.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UNHEALTHY &amp;amp; UNPRODUCTIVE! (not to mention much fats coming from those tidbits, PS: Cheryl this is an indirect advice, watch more TV &amp; use more computer &amp;amp; stop copying your textbook 3 times a day and shaving your chest hair all day long will help you in your insatiable hunger for the perfect number 50 on the weighing scale)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But alamak, what to do, it's not like I have the monetary means to go out every single day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: I'm still waiting to buy clothes someday! (and my excuse is PROM)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Budget's 200, pretty tight for prom, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went out ice skating a few days ago:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Lxz074S-QnY/Rm-mdUHE0lI/AAAAAAAABCU/ClN6NBfHz50/s1600-h/DSC02538.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Lxz074S-QnY/Rm-mdUHE0lI/AAAAAAAABCU/ClN6NBfHz50/s200/DSC02538.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075458327614640722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Lxz074S-QnY/Rm-mdkHE0mI/AAAAAAAABCc/zjt8eTPdaDw/s1600-h/DSC02539.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Lxz074S-QnY/Rm-mdkHE0mI/AAAAAAAABCc/zjt8eTPdaDw/s200/DSC02539.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075458331909608034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Lxz074S-QnY/Rm-md0HE0nI/AAAAAAAABCk/BJfRb1I8JQQ/s1600-h/DSC02540.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Lxz074S-QnY/Rm-md0HE0nI/AAAAAAAABCk/BJfRb1I8JQQ/s200/DSC02540.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075458336204575346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MUSCULAR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Lxz074S-QnY/Rm-nuEHE0oI/AAAAAAAABCs/eU7-3YZpoR8/s1600-h/DSC02541.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Lxz074S-QnY/Rm-nuEHE0oI/AAAAAAAABCs/eU7-3YZpoR8/s200/DSC02541.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075459714889077378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Lxz074S-QnY/Rm-nuUHE0pI/AAAAAAAABC0/h2l7jZoTw2o/s1600-h/DSC02542.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Lxz074S-QnY/Rm-nuUHE0pI/AAAAAAAABC0/h2l7jZoTw2o/s200/DSC02542.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075459719184044690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Lxz074S-QnY/Rm-nuUHE0qI/AAAAAAAABC8/MIBbwn0rwzk/s1600-h/DSC02543.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Lxz074S-QnY/Rm-nuUHE0qI/AAAAAAAABC8/MIBbwn0rwzk/s200/DSC02543.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075459719184044706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ice skating was pretty fun on the whole - a little uncomfortable here and there (hint hint, cough cough, red cap) but still lots of fun. Poor Zhen Yuan was having so much difficulty skating and also Jael too HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HERE'S A BONUS VIDEO (sorry Derrick, by popular demand :P) :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/OahPfeo7--w"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/OahPfeo7--w" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First minute, damnnnn boring. Don't blame me if you can't see anything (especially if you can't see Boon May, oh well, YOU KNOW WHY), blame the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later on it really gets better, oh my God, Derrick your ending speech really powerful vegetable I tell you! HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Boon May demonic laughter is damn distinct, go figure, LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whew, damn tired today, went out for a night movie - Ocean 13.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my opinion it's a pretty intelligent movie, somewhat like Mission Impossible 3 that type of stuff but the movie bores with lots of explaination on the plot and the little lack of action. There's also a tiny horny scene there so thumbs up if you're planning to bring your girl with you to the movie HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: (notice I keep using PS?! What's my problem?!) Suntec's Eng Wah Cinema's loveseats get filled up at night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie ended pretty late so by the time the train service ended, and I didn't have enough cash to take cab home, and there's no bus home so the solutions:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Walk all the way home from City Hall&lt;br /&gt;2) "Ton" the night (that means don't sleep)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously I'd choose option 2 else my legs would have broke already by now and surely enough I tonned with Alson and Boon May at Kallang Bahru where we eat prata with &lt;s&gt;pork&lt;/s&gt; fish curry (no racism intended). Hell lots of story to listen and Alson is one hella comical guy. Thumbs up to bring him along for outing if you want fun :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realised how important the handphone is when my phone went kuku with 5% battery today and I had to try damn tough to contact Melson, I tried like, I don't know, 20+ times just to get switch on the damn phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think Sony Ericsson has a good reputation of it shutting down automatically and I have to be lying if I said I didn't want to throw my phone out of the window from 5th floor. #$@*@!#&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So........ if you don't happen to get through me or the call hang up suddenly you should know why lah :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I'm off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PSSSSSSSSSSSSSS: I'll start accumulating the tags to reply from josh's tag onwards.&lt;br /&gt;PSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS: Thanks all those who wanted this case closed once and for all, I think we're all tired of it, and sorry for making you all read through such a long blog flame war.&lt;br /&gt;PSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS: Fahmy I'm sorry but I can't post my email address here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Okay come come don't shy I'll break the chains of your heart for $21837123819.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17396148-8737403535641014301?l=ohleon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohleon.blogspot.com/feeds/8737403535641014301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17396148&amp;postID=8737403535641014301' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17396148/posts/default/8737403535641014301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17396148/posts/default/8737403535641014301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohleon.blogspot.com/2007/06/above-are-pictures-of-coolest-corrector.html' title=''/><author><name>Ayaka Keiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02359269450838063495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Lxz074S-QnY/Rm-mc0HE0jI/AAAAAAAABCE/LjUVFg9SYxg/s72-c/DSC02536.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17396148.post-4580080276632014907</id><published>2007-06-11T11:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-11T14:44:58.585+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I shan't waste my time and effort anymore on flamers, not even on GABRIEL LEE SWEE KEAT (upon request for big caps and full name) because&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) These posts are written to target 2 people&lt;br /&gt;2) If your offended by point 1) then I sincerely apologise because I have no intention to upset your mood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However since GABRIEL LEE SWEE KEAT wanted me to tell the truth then I shall comply for the first time and make an exception:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)  I targetted Jennifer in my reply to Rina because I couldn't stand her dao-ing me in school (not that I actually talk to her) because&lt;br /&gt;2) I moved on and she haven't&lt;br /&gt;3) and that she backstabbed me to Melson&lt;br /&gt;4) Or tried to sow discord&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once, she tried to persuade Melson to go home with her when he's actually going home with me (not that I'm possessive lah, lol) saying "Aiyah he always pang seh you to go home with secondary 2 girls, why you still want to go home with him" (something like that for as far as I can remember, and I don't pang seh him for girls k) but Melson being a good friend, went home with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How will you feel if someone did that to you? It's like I have already moved on and forgived her but she did this then what she want me to do? Give in to her actions? No way, I'm sick of that already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Fang Lynn if your reading this, I have totally no hard feelings for you (LOL sounds abit wrong but I think you get what I'm trying to say) but if you feel offended by what I say to Jennifer then nevermind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) tell the world tht i came between u and her and messed up your lovely tioman romance. tell the world how this made u cry throughout the trip back from tioman to sg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think you need to know the truth GABRIEL LEE SWEE KEAT, cause the reason for the break up was God, not you, don't think too much. Secondly, I didn't cry all the way from Tioman to Singapore, I've got witnesses (you know in law they always use alibis and stuff) if your not convinced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;won't&lt;/span&gt; say hi to you on Red Rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*******************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think with this I'll wash my hands off the whole entire flaming matter and things related to it for the better sake of mankind, for laughter peace and joy (and racial harmony).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I owe alot of people my apologies, namely the friends of Rina and Jennifer who felt offended by my posts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's a big &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SORRY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But through this episode (omg like TV serial like that) it made me realise how a 1 to 1 fire can escalate into a 1 to 829347328462873 fire, who would be there to help me and who are the people who backstabs me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shan't name the backstabbers because&lt;br /&gt;1) they choose not to use their real name to tag because they want to protect their identity so I shall do it too&lt;br /&gt;2) I'm disappointed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And thank you Parvesh, you the man too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that I'd close this post and I wish you all have a nice day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://ledoigt.free.fr/images/make_love_not_war.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://ledoigt.free.fr/images/make_love_not_war.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17396148-4580080276632014907?l=ohleon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohleon.blogspot.com/feeds/4580080276632014907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17396148&amp;postID=4580080276632014907' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17396148/posts/default/4580080276632014907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17396148/posts/default/4580080276632014907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohleon.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-shant-waste-my-time-and-effort.html' title=''/><author><name>Ayaka Keiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02359269450838063495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17396148.post-861786534779481710</id><published>2007-06-09T23:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-10T14:14:08.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey yo people I promised a reply so here it is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;People who helped&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a whole, you guys proven yourself on the chinese proverb "you fu tong xiang, you nan tong dang", I really appreciate you guys (no sarcasm ah!) and here's a big &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THANK YOU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; for you guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;boonmay&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;"i think leon very matured leh, lalalalalala. aiya.. like that, then leon break record, do this to a girl lo. like that call low-down meh? I agree with anony. AIYO! so pervertic! wan him suck cock! And what aids! You think too much liao lah! Alamak@ HAHA CHEERS MEAN PEOPLE."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;LOL. Crazy audition addict @#$&amp;@ Yeahhh I'm a record breaker baby! Yah they are pervertic but not as pervertic AS YOU! :P Haha thanks ya May, kay la next time I shall disadvantage myself by letting you sit loveseat with me okay?! (don't too happy until you jump into the sea of burning charcoals hor!) God bless you ;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Carmen&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;"I think Leon did nothing wrong !."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;CARMAN! Thank you for believing in my innocence but that doesn't stop me from teasing you of your future ambition (which is becoming a mechanic!). Next time sell me cheap cars okay? ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;God bless you! ;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sx&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;"Go ahead use hokkien or singlish whateva lingo you prefer. Cause that totally shows nothing but yourself . I dont think you all have any right to judge him. you suck , stop acting all holy and stuff , seriously can you draw a line between God's word and your own imagination."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Hey bro, you the man! I appreciate all the stuff that you told me over MSN ;D I shan't believe any of those stuff (crazy people, book of Mormon!) and yeah, see you in RR. Rock on dude!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;ANONYMOUS&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;"i agree with boonmay. better than being possessed and mentally unstable. though i think jenn did nothing wrong. but rina is uhhhhh. hehheh. I THINK RINA IS MENTALLY UNSTABLE, &amp; DESPERATE TOO. WLAO, SHE MAKES HERSELF SOUND LIKE SOME HOT GIRL EVERY GUY WANTS. -.- AGREE?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;HAHA. Hey, thanks anony (even though I know who you are!). Although I sound a lil teeny weeny bit mean by saying this but.. I agree! Personally I believe the story that she told me was cooked up. Drama people can really write scripts well man! Rock on!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;jokerlim&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;"go leon!!!!! u da man!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Hey yo Derrick! You the man with the crazyyyy dude red cap! Thanks ya ;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;marcus&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;"0_o why so many arseholes here"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;MARCUS! Long time no see, temptation to pinch your chubby cheeks is rising! Don't ask me why there's a sudden emergence of anal holes, cause I thought what I did was perfectly non-flammable :) Rock on!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;josh&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;"leon, i have to say, your dear flamers here ALL have failed their english. i wonder why they are so free and stupid to entertain us lonely souls. say for example, could it be a bimbo using her bimob language tactic on you? namely the 'u idi0t!' idiot also spell wrong.. who's the idiot man. lol leon, your replies really burn them la. aiya you flamers, get a life la, nono, i mean, get english lessons before you come anfd flame people la. more than half the tags there i can't understand. want to speak english do it well la, don't come here waste time effort kaopeikaobu then in the end nobody understand la. -.- somemore, all you stpid no brainers only know f uck here f uck there, your brain so small that you can only take that much ah? f uck f uck... morbid&amp;immoral -.-"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;LOL. Your point on English language deficiency is definitely approved. BIMBO LANGUAGE TACTIC. THAT's classic, seriously. LOL, talk about morbidness and immorality of continuous sexual intercourse, I pity the big brothers. Thanks dude ;D and rock on. Shall play pool sometimes :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;keit&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;"i am so glad i am pagan. ^^ plus, i seriously don't know what the entire story behind the whole flamer/tag thing is, but from what i know of lee, he's a good guy. and yeah he can be mildly sarchastically annoying at times, but the man's got a good reason to everything he does, that much i'm sure of. whoo, lee, your flamer replies are the ultimate! :D waaay. i have to agree, these flamers need english lessons."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Upon reading your tags, I have derived one conclusion man: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;s style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;TREE WORSHIPERS&lt;/s&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; VAMPIRES ARE THE LOVE. Thanks Keit, you don't know how much that lifted my heart LOL. I'm going to get you hell lots of glowbands on your BIRDday and I'll annoy the hell out of you, HA! ;D Rock on pagan! (shopping some time ya? I promise I won't bite your &lt;/span&gt;&lt;s style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;ass&lt;/s&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; fangs LOL.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;justin&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;"wlau, ppl use my name. don't worry leon, you know me. =D haha! damn this is funny. they call u immature but look who's talking. lol"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Yes MR Khaw, there's too much Justins in this world just like what Lim said, don't worry, I know your typing style, you're one hella a comical lad (it's a compliment!), you'd get far with girls :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Flamers&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;dude&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;small&gt;220.255.126.254&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;"you have got to grow up man. at sec 4 level you are extremely immature,"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;Yeah I'm still in my stage of growing up, hopefully I'll hit a few more centimetres (or maybe 10 centimetres!) and rest assured I'm still enjoying my childhood days, talk about nolstagia, ah... (does this sound mature? I hope so. *puts up an emo sad grim face if no*)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;weiyun / you suck&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;small&gt;116.14.40.55&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;i've never seen a lousier guy than you. guys... who else wants to scold leon? lousy guy. i never seen a guy so low down. have you seen a sec4 guy doing this to a girl! stop being a stupid liar. boy scold girl. bu yao lian. leon did nothing wrong?! wanna try asking leon scold u?! ppl scold u until like that u still wanna save face act cool. and sx u think u have the rite to judge him or us? they didnt disgrace their mum. they disgrace their FATHER."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;Sure, please scold me more, I certainly believe that through insults and putting down will one grow stronger in his walk of life and for my case since I'm soooo lousy as you put it, feel free to scold me more I want to improve thanks (free self-improvement class!). Anyway, now you've seen a SEC4 guy doing THIS (specify please, "this" can mean anything, for example, hold hand, pop her pimples or choking her with chlorine gas). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;In which part of my post did I commit false witness (lie)? Oh, so male scolding female is humilation (no face)? Hmm.. if that's the case I think my teachers are skeletons. Yes, I did nothing wrong, how is posting someone's conversation with you wrong? I don't scold people for no good reason, not even for 1 million bucks (ok la fine, maybe yes, poor victim HEHE, OOPS!). So you were planning to see me explode? You've got to chill man, you should know me better, I've got good tolerance. And seriously I don't know whether the story you 2 have been telling me is true or not, cause it's sooooo unreal - why would God choose 16 people from SINGAPORE? Why not China or America where the country is more chaotic?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PASS-ER BY&lt;/i&gt; - &lt;small&gt;220.255.184.133&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;O.O? wat the fcuking assy holy cb kia's blog is tis? so guai lan de. HAHA! O= i see. he's cheap ? omg? DIRTY ASS.. wanna fcuk can fcuk ur ass-hole~ dont go fcuk ppl's cb .. nb .. CHEAP SKAE~ Wateva~ scold ppl as if they have no parents? OH, pls?! give ppl some WORTH which eh dont deserve! Oh, yeayea go heck his head down."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;Wah so cool man I become a sexual intercoursing anus-y holy vagina guy ^^. Ya I very cheap I charge $20 per hour to let people have sexual intercourse with my very unclean anal hole. Rest assured that during this process I will not insert my big brother into your wonderful fantasy hole! Wow haha that's cool man, whoever I refer to on my blog become orphan, like that I grow up don't set up LAN shop already, I shall set up orphanage, list a hell lots of name on my blog and FREE MONEY will roll in! Okay, I tell you what you are worth, you are worth $12923856723230958 and please don't "heck" my head down, my head don't provide wood pulp for the world's paper need :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gatack&lt;/i&gt; - &lt;small&gt;59.189.233.48&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;what kind of guy r u? knn, say girl say until liddat. u this kind of guy go die better. u urself be giggolo until got STD then say. no need use other ppl cover urself de. shamless."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;I'm a guy who can stir up powerful emotions in people. I don't want to screw my mum, thanks, I'll leave that to my dad. If an emotion stirrer guy like me is better off dying then the world will become a emotionally boring place. And wow I didn't know I must become gigolo and have STD then can blog! Gigolos use people as human shield one meh? Hmm, that's interesting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;KEn&lt;/i&gt; - &lt;small&gt;124.82.57.207&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Wao u really a freak u also can type a ppl such a long word i think u go for debate hw to kick sum ppl ass more good. Greedings tat guy really BASTARD cz he will never will find a gal ANYMORE SINCE WHEN THE GAL SAW THE ARTICLE......cool down 1st ..... and the word he pronoun got many mistake so bad word and most impointant is he willl make ppl suffer cz the article they will post it to the skul and let ppl now then hu fault ITS U your morther freaking ass"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;Thank you for the compliment that I pretty good at typing long &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;words&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt; and that I have the ability to join debates to woop people asses (no sarcasm intended, pure appreciation). But for the rest of your tags, I really can't comprehend what you're trying to put across (yes I know you're trying to put across a really intellectual and wonderful thought in your mind) but sorry to disappoint you ya? Thanks for tagging by the way, cheers ;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Justin&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;71.146.148.206&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;nbcb, Dont scold girl because of anything pls. you bastard. Mother fcuker son of a bitch. stop thinking that you are a great man. you are just a mother fcuker that knows how to scold girl. you are a disgrace to man. girls is for you to take care and dote on. is not for you to scold. you stop being a mother fcuker to argue with me. Alright'? stop thinking you are big. i dont care who are you. you make any more girls and disgrace guy's face, i'll swear. I'll find you. And one more thing to remind you , fcuker. Dont disgrace your mum, Your mum gave birth to a son. Not a fcuker."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;PS: This is not Justin Khaw&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;Hey there I'm really glad to see your tag because it relieves me of reading illegible tags and yeah I really appreciate the way you type (no sarcasm intended too). But first before you start telling me that I only know how to scold girls, do read through the conversation pictures I have with Rina in the past to further reconfirm your point on "you are just a mother fcuker that knows how to scold girl.".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;And of course I do know that girls are to be taken care of and to dote on but I'm pretty worried on how you are going to hook up a girl if your sticking with the tactic of "going-all-out-to-show-that-sexy-girl-that-i-care-and-dote-her" but nevermind, I still wish you luck in woo-ing a girl of your dreams with that tactic. And I think I'm quite small actually, for your information, and also, I cannot make girls. Anyway does your mum gave birth to you and expects you not to have sexual intercourse in any point of your life? Oh well, that's all I wanted to say, cheers intellectual! ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SH!T&lt;/i&gt; - &lt;small&gt;121.6.207.45&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;/small&gt;GET A LIFE FREAKING @SSHOLE .BASTARRRD ~YEAS . LEON IS A MFB . KNN . KNNPCB . NO HAIR LA YOU .ONLY AN IDIOT LIKE YOU WILL FU*CK HIS OWN MUM .YOU'RE A FAILURE IN LIFE MAN . OOPS SORRY HOMO . o.O YOU WANNA F*CK YOUR MUM TOO ??"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;I have a life that's why I'm responding to you. Yes, I do have an asshole. I ain't an illegimate. I have heard of MKB which is Monkey King Bar but can you please enlighten me what is MFB? Oh wait, I don't think I have sexual intercourse with my mum and definitely I ain't a female dog because I'm a male (MFB = mother fucking bitch). I have hair thank you and it's auburn. Alamak, what's wrong with you, first you said I was homosexual and then you said "YOU WANNA F*CK YOUR MUM TOO ??"" , aiyo, my poor boy, you need to consult a psychologist :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;asdasd&lt;/i&gt; - &lt;small&gt;210.24.238.169&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;lolx... scold girl ar?? tat not really gud wors... tat is veri bad wors... u can go sucks ur mother cb hole lia0 lorhs... scold girls.. y not scold ur mother? mayb u scold already... but u fuk her already? tink mayb u gort... cos u r a bastard...go to sucks ur father cock larhs... den fuck ur father oso larhs den u get aids nias... won hurt u de larhs... onli harm u nias... nvm de larhs cos u r a bastard rite? tat rite man!! go changi be duck larh ue... den gib ppl fuk ur asshole!!! until ur asshole big as ue can put ur head in larhs... kp so much for wad."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;Eh mei mei, you wait ah.. *converts language* okae, can lia0s. hey y0s! sc0ld girl realli bad arhs? i dunch sc0ld my mum wors, maebe ue do? i dunch knoe wors, if ue do how can ue do such things~! aniwaes i knoe ue wan mi to be duck den ue can keep mi by ur side rite?! ee, how can ue tink such things worhs, mei mei notti notti nias, wan fuk mie asshole, sho evil nehs~ still wan put ur head in mie ass w0rhs?! haiz mi so sad for ue larhs, get well soon nehs! muackz muackz~!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mama&lt;/i&gt; - &lt;small&gt;202.156.25.240&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;aiyo . boy ar . why u wan fck mama? aiya come la come la. zzz. HOLY MAMA~~!! my boy is so holy until he can fck me man. OH~ im so dissapointed in you~~SH!T"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;Haha, hey mum, I don't wish to lose my virginity on you and what is the relation between holiness and sexual intercourse with you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MAN&lt;/i&gt; - &lt;small&gt;219.74.72.150&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;aiya.Dont worry lar.Its normal stuff.Where got guy scold girl?Is girl scold girl lar! SO ITS OKAY! :) HEY don i deserve a woohoo too lol? aiyo giv him a break. lets sleep and do it again tomorrow. hey lets start again tomorrow reach arldy. TOMORROW HAS ARRIVED:) but i need to sleep."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;HEY YOU ;D. Actually, out of all flamers, I think your the coolest (PS: Your sarcasm is cool!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;, so big cheers to you bud! Don't you dare mistake me as my girl just because I'm a pretty boy okay! My pretty reputation, some say best in Singapore, some say best in JB some even say best in BATAM! And yah thanks for giving me a break (which is equivalent to a 'kit kat'). Rock on, bro! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;u idi0t!!&lt;/i&gt; - &lt;small&gt;222.164.107.37&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;u idi0t!! s0 many ppl hates ue... ue f-u-c-k-e-r!! u m0ther-f-u-c-k-i-n-g bastard!! ue sucker!! GET A LIFE UE IDIOT!! F-U-C-K-I-N-G HOMOSEXUAL BEYOTCH!! GO TO HELL U GAY!!! IDIOT F_U_C_K_E_R! F_U_C_K!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;LOL. I cannot help but to laugh at this tag, like seriously. I'm not even going to reply this tag because I think the reaction after you read this intellectual tag is self explanatory w0rhsxzxckmbvdf!!!!!!111111111oneoneoneone_satu_satu_satu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17396148-861786534779481710?l=ohleon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohleon.blogspot.com/feeds/861786534779481710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17396148&amp;postID=861786534779481710' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17396148/posts/default/861786534779481710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17396148/posts/default/861786534779481710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohleon.blogspot.com/2007/06/hey-yo-people-i-promised-reply-so-here.html' title=''/><author><name>Ayaka Keiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02359269450838063495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17396148.post-1561114357059011428</id><published>2007-06-08T23:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-08T23:24:03.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wow, nowadays weather very hot ah, I think because of global warming la.. oh wait, TAGBOARD on fire!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHO'S ON FIRE?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come, flame me more I like being hot thank you very much :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll reply you flamers after I collect a hell-loads of flame tags :D and of course thank those who defended me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CONTINUE! DON'T STOP.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17396148-1561114357059011428?l=ohleon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohleon.blogspot.com/feeds/1561114357059011428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17396148&amp;postID=1561114357059011428' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17396148/posts/default/1561114357059011428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17396148/posts/default/1561114357059011428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohleon.blogspot.com/2007/06/wow-nowadays-weather-very-hot-ah-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Ayaka Keiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02359269450838063495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17396148.post-8355291085556229836</id><published>2007-06-08T18:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-08T19:50:51.414+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;ohmy, im so amused&lt;br /&gt;if you guys are part of the "lets-hate-jenn" club, do check out leon's blog, ohleon.blogspot.com. every few weeks he dedicates a part of his post to me by telling the world what a bad baadd person i am :D&lt;br /&gt;i've been called everything from a hypocrite, to a prostitute. im half thai you see, so he associates me with those kind of people.&lt;br /&gt;ah well, that really shows how knowledgeable he is doesn't it?&lt;br /&gt;thai=prostitute. WOW, revelation or what?&lt;br /&gt;of course, he never fails to call me a bitch too.&lt;br /&gt;that's alright, there's an inner bitch in everyone dont you think?&lt;br /&gt;im really very honoured to be such a major attraction in his blog. i bet everyone goes there just to read the latest scoop on me. without me as his main subject, ohleon.blogspot.com would be a major failure.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) I don't have the time to dedicate part of my post EVERY few weeks for a slut like you (and it's not neccessary), check my archives just in case you're blind (probably the symptoms of the STD your having is coming up, do check a doctor but don't be disheartened if he says you get only a few more months to live because your family still needs the money) ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Not all thais are prositutes. Some are, and some are transexuals (hmm I'm starting to thinking whether you are one, who knows?). I think I forgot to mention the fact that you sucked condoms in front of St Pat guys, woops, sorry for not mentioning such an interesting fact about you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) WOW I don't mind extra viewership.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) How could a 4A student like you can suggest that a blog can be a major failure? Let me define the word blog for you if you think it's too sophisticated for the failing brain of a simpleton like you :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="middle"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Main Entry:&lt;/b&gt;  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left" valign="bottom"&gt;blog&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" nowrap="nowrap" valign="middle"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Part of Speech:&lt;/b&gt;  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left" valign="bottom"&gt;&lt;i&gt;n&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Definition:&lt;/b&gt;  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left" valign="top"&gt;an online diary; a personal chronological log of thoughts  published on a Web page; also called [&lt;b&gt;Weblog&lt;/b&gt;], [&lt;b&gt;Web log&lt;/b&gt;]&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Example:&lt;/b&gt;  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left" valign="top"&gt;Typically updated daily, blogs often reflect the personality  of the author.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Etymology:&lt;/b&gt;  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left" valign="top"&gt;shortened form of Weblog&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Usage:&lt;/b&gt;  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left" valign="top"&gt;blog, blogged, blogging &lt;i&gt;v, &lt;/i&gt;blogger &lt;i&gt;n&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now let's take a look at the word, failure, which obviously, you are one if you don't know yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);" class="me"&gt;fail·ure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);" class="pronset"&gt; &lt;img src="http://cache.lexico.com/g/d/premium.gif" border="0" /&gt;  &lt;img class="luna-Img" src="http://cache.lexico.com/dictionary/graphics/luna/thinsp.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="https://secure.reference.com/premium/login.html?rd=2&amp;u=http%3A%2F%2Fdictionary.reference.com%2Fbrowse%2Ffailure"&gt;&lt;img src="http://cache.lexico.com/g/d/speaker.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;span class="show_ipapr" style="display: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="prondelim"&gt;/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="pron"&gt;ˈfeɪl&lt;img class="luna-Img" src="http://cache.lexico.com/dictionary/graphics/luna/thinsp.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;yər&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="prondelim"&gt;/&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a class="pronlink" onclick="pk = window.open('/help/luna/IPA_pron_key.html', 'PronunciationKey','height=700,width=560,left=0,top=0,resizable,scrollbars');if(pk){pk.focus();}" onmouseout="status='';return true;" onmouseover="status='Click for pronunciation key';return true;" title="Click for pronunciation key"&gt;Pronunciation Key&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="pron_toggle" style="display: inline;"&gt;&lt;span class="prondelim"&gt; - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="pronlink" onclick="javascript:show_sp()" onmouseout="status='';return true;" onmouseover="status='Click to toggle pronunciation';return true;" title="Click to show spelled pronunciation"&gt;Show Spelled Pronunciation&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="show_spellpr" style="display: inline;"&gt;&lt;span class="prondelim"&gt;[&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="pron"&gt;&lt;b&gt;feyl&lt;/b&gt;-yer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="prondelim"&gt;]&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a class="pronlink" onclick="pk = window.open('/help/luna/Spell_pron_key.html', 'PronunciationKey','height=700,width=560,left=0,top=0,resizable,scrollbars');if(pk){pk.focus();}" onmouseout="status='';return true;" onmouseover="status='Click for pronunciation key';return true;" title="Click for pronunciation key"&gt;Pronunciation Key&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="pron_toggle" style="display: inline;"&gt;&lt;span class="prondelim"&gt; - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="pronlink" onclick="javascript:show_ip()" onmouseout="status='';return true;" onmouseover="status='Click to toggle pronunciation';return true;" title="Click to show IPA pronunciation"&gt;Show IPA Pronunciation&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);" class="pg"&gt;–noun  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;table style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);" class="luna-Ent"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="dn" valign="top"&gt;1.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;an act or instance of failing or proving unsuccessful; lack of success: &lt;span class="ital-inline"&gt;His effort ended in failure. The campaign was a failure. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;  &lt;table style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);" class="luna-Ent"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="dn" valign="top"&gt;2.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;nonperformance of something due, required, or expected: &lt;span class="ital-inline"&gt;a failure to do what one has promised; a failure to appear. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;  &lt;table style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);" class="luna-Ent"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="dn" valign="top"&gt;3.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;a subnormal quantity or quality; an insufficiency: &lt;span class="ital-inline"&gt;the failure of crops. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;  &lt;table style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);" class="luna-Ent"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="dn" valign="top"&gt;4.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;deterioration or decay, esp. of vigor, strength, etc.: &lt;span class="ital-inline"&gt;The failure of her health made retirement necessary. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;  &lt;table style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);" class="luna-Ent"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="dn" valign="top"&gt;5.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;a condition of being bankrupt by reason of insolvency. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;  &lt;table style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);" class="luna-Ent"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="dn" valign="top"&gt;6.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;a becoming insolvent or bankrupt: &lt;span class="ital-inline"&gt;the failure of a bank. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;  &lt;table style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);" class="luna-Ent"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="dn" valign="top"&gt;7.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;a person or thing that proves unsuccessful: &lt;span class="ital-inline"&gt;He is a failure in his career. The cake is a failure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can someone diary be unsuccessful/nonperformance (in simple terms, not getting what you desire), be insufficient, decay or bankrupt?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay and here's something to improve your inadequate vocabulary:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;di·a·ry&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);" src="http://cache.lexico.com/g/d/premium.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);" href="https://secure.reference.com/premium/login.html?rd=2&amp;u=http%3A%2F%2Fdictionary.reference.com%2Fbrowse%2Fdiary" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://cache.lexico.com/g/d/speaker.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;   (dī'ə-rē)  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);" title="Click for guide to symbols." onclick="ahdpop();return false;" href="http://cache.lexico.com/help/ahd4/pronkey.html" class="pronkey"&gt;Pronunciation Key&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--BOF_HEAD--&gt;&lt;!--EOF_HEAD--&gt;&lt;!--BOF_SUBHEAD--&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt; n.    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;pl.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;di·a·ries&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--EOF_SUBHEAD--&gt; &lt;!--BOF_DEF--&gt; &lt;ol style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);" type="1"&gt;&lt;li&gt;A daily record, especially a personal record of events, experiences, and observations; a journal.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A book for use in keeping a personal record, as of experiences.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;Yeah so back to the point, you said "&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;without me as his main subject, ohleon.blogspot.com would be a major failure.&lt;/span&gt;" which means if that you were to be the main subject of this blog, you would have to be what I experience and what I observe. And since without experiencing you and observing you, my blog will fail, so your indirectly hinting me to experience and observe you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO THANK YOU. I'd never want to observe such an appalling, grotesque female like you (or maybe your a guy?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;i will not challenge his level of immaturity, no?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's perfectly alright for your feeble brain to keep up the argument because you simply don't have the amount of intelligence to process this big chunk of literature data and type your thoughts down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suggest you go for IQ boosting classes and also computer classes for the elderly (the one where they teach you how to use the keyboard, you never know when your fingers are going to fail you as well, oh wait, I forgot STD's going to claim your life soon.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a nice day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*********************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HEY PEOPLE, I'VE GOT A STORY TO SHARE:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Lxz074S-QnY/Rmk3iARizCI/AAAAAAAABAM/YwiW1FXPHUU/s1600-h/story1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Lxz074S-QnY/Rmk3iARizCI/AAAAAAAABAM/YwiW1FXPHUU/s200/story1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073647512538237986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Lxz074S-QnY/Rmk3iQRizDI/AAAAAAAABAU/7TcFIdHUiYo/s1600-h/story2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Lxz074S-QnY/Rmk3iQRizDI/AAAAAAAABAU/7TcFIdHUiYo/s200/story2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073647516833205298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Lxz074S-QnY/Rmk3igRizEI/AAAAAAAABAc/KgJxR2gkFgI/s1600-h/story3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Lxz074S-QnY/Rmk3igRizEI/AAAAAAAABAc/KgJxR2gkFgI/s200/story3.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073647521128172610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Lxz074S-QnY/Rmk3iwRizFI/AAAAAAAABAk/ksgVsC9fhS8/s1600-h/story4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Lxz074S-QnY/Rmk3iwRizFI/AAAAAAAABAk/ksgVsC9fhS8/s200/story4.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073647525423139922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read through it already? Good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the background story:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's Rina's friend and for God knows what reason either she or Rina got this vision that the 2nd coming of Christ is nearing and that they found the 2nd Christ, and God told her (either one of them) that there would be 16 people (8 couples) to save the world before the world come to an end, the first couple is the girl in the MSN conversation and his boyfriend (whose name is Patrick) and the horribly terribly incredibly wrong thingy is that the 2nd couple is me and Rina (or so proclaimed by her and Rina).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a tall story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If that's the case I'd rather be a satanist. Zzzzzzzzzzzzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for those who are still mad at me for scolding Rina (I'm sure there are some):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check this out (check the dates as you read each picture)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Lxz074S-QnY/Rmk79wRizJI/AAAAAAAABBE/HxMkzt2RJao/s1600-h/story6.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Lxz074S-QnY/Rmk79wRizJI/AAAAAAAABBE/HxMkzt2RJao/s200/story6.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073652387326119058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you thought I was mean from the start?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Lxz074S-QnY/Rmk7EwRizGI/AAAAAAAABAs/bbtbRG1H68w/s1600-h/story5.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Lxz074S-QnY/Rmk7EwRizGI/AAAAAAAABAs/bbtbRG1H68w/s200/story5.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073651408073575522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at the highlighted boxes because if you felt grossed out when you read that, then we're cool, cause I definitely felt damn grossed out when I read those so I began to dao her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Lxz074S-QnY/Rmk9BgRizKI/AAAAAAAABBM/zyu-AMFyVSI/s1600-h/story7.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Lxz074S-QnY/Rmk9BgRizKI/AAAAAAAABBM/zyu-AMFyVSI/s200/story7.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073653551262256290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Lxz074S-QnY/Rmk9ugRizLI/AAAAAAAABBU/fhHvx9fbekE/s1600-h/story8.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Lxz074S-QnY/Rmk9ugRizLI/AAAAAAAABBU/fhHvx9fbekE/s200/story8.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073654324356369586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Lxz074S-QnY/Rmk-WQRizMI/AAAAAAAABBc/6Rv3OYGRszI/s1600-h/story9.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Lxz074S-QnY/Rmk-WQRizMI/AAAAAAAABBc/6Rv3OYGRszI/s200/story9.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073655007256169666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The highlighted boxes are self explainatory. QUESTIONS AND QUESTIONS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Lxz074S-QnY/Rmk_IwRizNI/AAAAAAAABBk/S5vCIXvKGgI/s1600-h/story10.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Lxz074S-QnY/Rmk_IwRizNI/AAAAAAAABBk/S5vCIXvKGgI/s200/story10.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073655874839563474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Lxz074S-QnY/Rmk_lQRizOI/AAAAAAAABBs/FBzGV3uwFPo/s1600-h/story12.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Lxz074S-QnY/Rmk_lQRizOI/AAAAAAAABBs/FBzGV3uwFPo/s200/story12.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073656364465835234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Lxz074S-QnY/RmlAAQRizPI/AAAAAAAABB0/NczXfw7JioY/s1600-h/story13.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Lxz074S-QnY/RmlAAQRizPI/AAAAAAAABB0/NczXfw7JioY/s200/story13.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073656828322303218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you creeped out yet? If not I think you are able to withstand Cannibal Corpse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Lxz074S-QnY/RmlA1ARizQI/AAAAAAAABB8/uyY5tSlV78w/s1600-h/story14.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Lxz074S-QnY/RmlA1ARizQI/AAAAAAAABB8/uyY5tSlV78w/s200/story14.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073657734560402690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OWNAGE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then, HOLIDAYS ARE HERE! YESSSSSSSS BABY.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17396148-8355291085556229836?l=ohleon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohleon.blogspot.com/feeds/8355291085556229836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17396148&amp;postID=8355291085556229836' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17396148/posts/default/8355291085556229836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17396148/posts/default/8355291085556229836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohleon.blogspot.com/2007/06/ohmy-im-so-amused-if-you-guys-are-part.html' title=''/><author><name>Ayaka Keiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02359269450838063495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Lxz074S-QnY/Rmk3iARizCI/AAAAAAAABAM/YwiW1FXPHUU/s72-c/story1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17396148.post-6549157217890971885</id><published>2007-06-07T18:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-07T20:05:11.355+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Disclaimer: This post is mean (and I really mean it) and yes this is how mean I can get (of course only to some special selected people).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been so long since I have an intellectual debate with people such that I'm getting very bored of this peace and tranquility.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me analyse what happened today, or should I use a better word, RECOUNT (pui pui pui, what analyse).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all began from this tag reply:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Rina - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;To be blunt:&lt;/span&gt; Girls give in to guys when they don't have the looks. Guys give in to girls when they have the looks, but not me. Enough said. And my blog post ending is not referring to you, cause you know why? I'm so irritated by the way you converse (which includes asking me so many question) that I don't bother wasting my blog space for you. Sorry but I don't treat those people that I ignore/dao very nicely and I only ignore/dao them when they get to the point that I find them fucked up - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;which obviously your senior Jennifer is one of them but nevermind about that&lt;/span&gt;, I think what's more important is that you get this message: please stop asking me so many questions which I won't bother to reply and that I think this friendship isn't worth patching up so don't. Okay? I think I made myself very clear. Have a nice day and peace out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;So this really innocent message got out as an offensive verbal sword to Rina and her friends and of course Jennifer as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You could say I included the bold sentence for a purpose, which obviously is to verbally assault  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dear&lt;/span&gt; Jennifer for these few reasons:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) She's a &lt;s&gt;bitch&lt;/s&gt; female dog.&lt;br /&gt;2) Do I still need a second point? I thought that was good enough? Okay then, she deserved it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes at this point when you read this you'd probably go like, "Huh, why you so mean?" that is, if your an innocent passerby (that means not my close friend or her friends) or "OMG FUCK YOU CB KNN WHY YOU INSULT MY FRIEND".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's perfectly understandable, like, serious because this post is meant to attack and I won't hold anything back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me tell you an interesting little conversation I had this morning (which came by as a surprise, though).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;Jennifer using Melson's phone: You are such an asshole la what the hell. Just screw off and leave me alone can or not. What the hell's your problem. I haven't talked to you for a whole year so just leave me alone okay?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;Leon (note this reply is pretty mean so you can skip it): Angry angry lor. Like I care. Hello? I don't sympathise with thai bitches :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;Jennifer: Thai bitch? And who needs your sympathy. Fuck off&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;Leon: Yeah your life is that sad I hope you don't get sexually transmitted diseases from your part time job in the sex industry :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;Jennifer: Yeah. And don't get too happy having sex with underaged children. Life time imprisonment yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;Leon: HAHA, don't worry i'm not as desperate to relieve myself from everyday's stress like you :) I have better things to do than smsing you so excuse me, bye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;Jennnifer: Bye and I hope you have a nice life asshole (I think it's something like that, I forgot, deleted that message)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. Something like that and when I got back home, I discovered...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;ohmyeffinggawd.&lt;br /&gt;leon oh zhong-ass-xian just called me ****ed up on his blog.&lt;br /&gt;okay.. i've so freakin had enough of his shit and now im gona retaliate.&lt;br /&gt;what the hell.&lt;br /&gt;it's been like ONE BLOODY YEAR you know&lt;br /&gt;and he's still so obsessed over the whole situation&lt;br /&gt;MOVE ON FOR GOD'S SAKE&lt;br /&gt;can someone please convey this message to him&lt;br /&gt;if he has a problem with rina, keep it between him and her&lt;br /&gt;DONT DRAG ME INTO THIS CAN.&lt;br /&gt;i am extremely contented with life right now (until i read his post)&lt;br /&gt;and seriously la.. GET A FREAKIN LIFE.&lt;br /&gt;im not even asking him to be nice. DONT BLOODY BOTHER LA&lt;br /&gt;just LEAVE ME ALONE&lt;br /&gt;is that too hard to ask? STOP mentioning my name on his blog. STOP talking about the "heartache and pain" and whatever shit i apparently put him through&lt;br /&gt;IT'S NONSENSICAL I'M TELLING YOU&lt;br /&gt;he talks like he's the only one who has even been through a bad relationship.. and like i got off PAIN FREE?&lt;br /&gt;at least i dont bitch about it to the whole world&lt;br /&gt;TAHAN FOR ONE YEAR ALREADY OKAY&lt;br /&gt;it's time he stopped. if i could swear i would. DAMN!&lt;br /&gt;eh dont get me wrong okay&lt;br /&gt;i dont hate him (for one, he's so not worth the energy)&lt;br /&gt;but he think christians, being holy and all, damn easy to bully is it?&lt;br /&gt;this is gona be the last nerve he's picking on&lt;br /&gt;oh and if you happen to be reading this and you're pissed, this is how i've been feeling for the PAST FREAKIN YEAR.&lt;br /&gt;so just take my advice and stop your shit, i'll delete this when i deem fit&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA. I'm going to retaliate too but I'm not going to write a structured essay just to focus on some idiot because I can't be bothered to waste so much time on it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) "&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;it's been like ONE BLOODY YEAR you know and he's still so obsessed over the whole situation. MOVE ON FOR GOD'S SAKE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get this point: I'm not that dumb to be obsessed with you, I have more important things than you to attend to like for example mmm, sweep the floor? Yes, I think that's more important, yup. I have already moved on and it's not my bloody business if you get gang raped by St Pats guys or some other people, whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm attacking you because I think you suck. Happy? Good. I'm telling you point blank that you suck so go on be a whiner and whine, okay? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) "&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;i dont hate him (for one, he's so not worth the energy) but he think christians, being holy and all, damn easy to bully is it? this is gona be the last nerve he's picking on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for not hating me (although I'm sure you were being hypocritical when you said that, oh well, they say a leopard can't change its spots, quite true isn't it?) and I don't think Christians are easy to bully because I'm not a bully in the first place, I don't extort money, I don't scold vulgarities, I don't push people around and I only attack people once in a blue moon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So get that clear in that 4A brain of yours, dunce. And wow, you still have nerves? I thought you couldn't feel, congrats, dummy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) "&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;leon oh zhong-ass-xian just called me ****ed up on his blog. okay.. i've so freakin had enough of his shit and now im gona retaliate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow. So you've been secretly storing my shit in your room until you had enough of it? Congratulations! It's been a long time till you realise this! Perhaps removing all this shit from your room could help clear up the air in your room and make it more fragrant, oh wait, there's still one more shit. I think she's living and walking, oh yeah, I almost forgot, its name's Jennifer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ewwww.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe removing that from the world could help stop global warming? You never know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;And I'm done with this offensive side of this post.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WEEEEE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a sincere apology for those who feel REALLY offended, excluding Jennifer:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://blog.licasdigital.com/WindowsLiveWriter/ReachingMoreReadersPart01TheCreativeProc_C4DC/sorry%5B10%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://blog.licasdigital.com/WindowsLiveWriter/ReachingMoreReadersPart01TheCreativeProc_C4DC/sorry%5B10%5D.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for making you read through this post and upset your great mood for the day but do check out ohleon.blogspot.com when you're bored because rest assured this type of posts only comes once in a while (probability 1%?) and is instead replaced with crappy humour and whatever you find down there in the archives. No hard feelings, lots of love and God bless your beautiful soul!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Optimist says: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;YES. Tomorrow's the last day of school, like finally!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Pessimist says: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;SHIT THERE'S 2 MORE WEEKS OF HOLIDAYS LEFT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever it is, I'm going to playyyyyy like I'm high on marijuana for these 2 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Main highlights:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Red Rain&lt;br /&gt;- MEN IN WHITE&lt;br /&gt;- SHREK 3 (LOL alot of people say the movie is dumb)&lt;br /&gt;- Fantastic 4: Silver Surfer&lt;br /&gt;- Shopping (weird right, for a guy?!)&lt;br /&gt;- More Sentosa?&lt;br /&gt;- Wild Wild Wet&lt;br /&gt;- Ice Skating (yessss this weekend!)&lt;br /&gt;- Late nights out at the city&lt;br /&gt;- East Coast Park Cycling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and of course free time MIGHT (notice I said might) be used for studying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: GRACE. I am not secretly studying even though I know you are probably rushing like a mad cow through your tuition homework as I type this post HAHA. Poor rice dumpling (shakes head)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PSS: Ee Sheen's ambition is to be a prison caner, LOL. Here's his reasoning:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Lxz074S-QnY/RmfzQgRizBI/AAAAAAAABAE/Zm3z5RqoXKE/s1600-h/es.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Lxz074S-QnY/RmfzQgRizBI/AAAAAAAABAE/Zm3z5RqoXKE/s200/es.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073290970123127826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then..(or school reopens) ENJOY YOUR HOLIDAYS! (EMBRACE THIS SWEET 2 WEEKS!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Reply to tags:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alson - Yo best movie partner laughing buddha crazy blunt chopper man! LOL. Ya Isaac's blog got aloooooot alot of pictures one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boon May - Okay lah May, you human friendster, I give you alot alot of charcoals for your birthday ok?! Or fine, I pluck one mole from Cheryl and stick it to your upper lip there! LOL. What's with your buddha dp, oh, I know, you want to be farting god when you die so now be holy first right! YOUR FHM pose not chio, copy my roadside lie down pose, COPY CAT. Go home burn your mother fats (or Cheryl's)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hui Min - Oh bimbo min you hinting me go shopping with you is it? DON'T WANT LEH. Ask Joseph lah ;) ;) ;) HAHA. Don't scold your brother, embrace him, he so cute what, LIKE BROTHER LIKE SISTER'S FRIEND! My song rocks right, italians sing one leh, you bom, always listen pop, time to switch genre abit lah or else your ear is going to burn (oops I forgot your ears burn liao :O) LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lemuel - Haha sorry, typo ma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grace - Too bad so sad, I fought for a chance to survive, so I CAN DROWN YOU before I get drowned! Faster run away to your mutton curry restaurant hide out, QUICK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan - HEY yo cool chap, I don't mean no sarcasm, gotta know when I'm using sarcasm man! Erm boyfriend charges very cheap, $5 dollar per hour (NOT DOLLAR AH) only lah, since you same sex and so chio (HAHAHA SO GAY!) ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Astrid - HI. YOU ARE ONE CRAZY GIRL with 5 kukunehs (combined kuku and neh) I got many kukus thank you my second name is Medusa I have kukus all over my head HELP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cherie - YOU. You bamboo, want smell my fart? Smells like boss perfume, REALLY! You bom head, I don't do hanky panky, NOT LIKE YOU, SO PERVERT. I tell him what you said on MSN then you know ah (blackmail, blackmail!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parvesh - Warvesh! Okay, sure :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cho Yin - OI DIM SUM. You should meet my friend, she also speak cantonese, maybe you 2 can have an interesting cantonese dialect exchange section! IT WOULD BE GREAT! YA I purposely don't wear it because Cho Yin will come running after me if I wear it, I can't afford a running rock can I?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone - HAHA hey there bud! Yes my ego is going up so high it's going to hit the sky so high that I'm going to break the ozone layer and cause the downfall of Earth due to global warming, HOW?! I don't blog that much, you know ;) Just a post a day keeps the someone &lt;s&gt;away&lt;/s&gt; coming!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hui Jin - Hey genie the clothes hanger, open your eyes big big, I TOLD YOU YOUR EYES SMALL, DON'T BELIEVE! It's $20 per hour, not $2, and it's YOU PAY, not ME! Why would I pay to be your fhm model?!?!?!?!? @#$&amp;@#&amp;amp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XUAN - Isaac's ass too sexy, so I blog about him mah, wah lao, like that also ask me go sexual intercourse off, you want me to have gay sex with Isaac is it? No thankssss! @*!#&amp;!&amp;amp;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gelline - HI, yah lor yah lor I very jealous leh how my heart breaking into a million pieces and they are slowly melting to form jelly &lt;s&gt;gelly&lt;/s&gt;, what do I do now?! *gasp!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chee Yang - Hmm, actually LAN shop business CAN survive, that is if in the next few years the country encourage hardcore gamers like you and forsake school, and hopefully ban personal computer usage (SO THEY WILL ALL GO LAN HAHAHA). Rental's damn exxxxxx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zhen Yuan - Hey ZY, haha okay sure, hey hey, if your neighbour got spare lovebird do remember to give me one! Thanks! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joshua - Haha cause your FN's good friend? :) LOL Don't tell me you visit my blog at 4am, alamak, if you listen gorgoroth at 4am isn't it much scarier?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isaac - Hey yooo what's up, yah I got alot alot alot of things to say omg my mouth speaking like machine gun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Passerby - I already put a "to be blunt" in front of the tag reply if you didn't see it. And I have to right to say it because this is my blog and these are my hands that are typing it. Thanks for standing up for Rina though, I think she's fortunate to have a good friend like you to fight for her. Peace out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheryl - WHAT'S UP crazy horny hairy chest girl, I swear I'm going to make you my dolphin if not I'm going to drown you in SENTOSA. Watch out! ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merilyn - Hello Merilyn, I think if you put yourself in my shoes probably you'll understand why I did that but hey, nevermind, the rain's over, take care too! :) Rock on and don't be afraid to show your feelings (LOL sounds wrong but.. yeah you get what I mean ya? Thanks!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Navin - Yessssssss that's probably the reason why you like rock music too right, cause there's the REBEL FACTOR! Haha, I'm pretty rebellious myself, gasp!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wan Fong - Hmm, so does the taste of the lamb chop reflects upon someone's masculinity too? ;) HAHA. Crazy hexic addict, youuuuuuuu! I like your blog. Lot's of crazy stuff, JUST LIKE YOU! ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Josephine - YO DUDE (dude's a guy!). Did you cook any Indonesian speciality for example like Nasi Babi when you're back at your homeland? :D :D YES?!?! *GASP!* FOR ME?!?!?! *GASP!!* Thanks I'm so honoured! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meryl - Yes you molester, 10 times alot ok, 10 times is like $28323 times 10 dollars, that's how much you have to pay if I sue you for molestation of my sensitive skin! But of course I won't la cause I'm so nice ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joel - Haha, okayyyy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17396148-6549157217890971885?l=ohleon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohleon.blogspot.com/feeds/6549157217890971885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17396148&amp;postID=6549157217890971885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17396148/posts/default/6549157217890971885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17396148/posts/default/6549157217890971885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohleon.blogspot.com/2007/06/disclaimer-this-post-is-mean-and-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Ayaka Keiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02359269450838063495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Lxz074S-QnY/RmfzQgRizBI/AAAAAAAABAE/Zm3z5RqoXKE/s72-c/es.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17396148.post-4645770426060167088</id><published>2007-06-06T21:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-07T17:54:17.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>EDIT: Alamak, I realised the first video and the 2nd one the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CAN GIVE YOU GATSBY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/MJNvqoQ-D7o"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/MJNvqoQ-D7o" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND YOU THOUGHT THIS WASN'T ENOUGH..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/P46iXLQvmRo"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/P46iXLQvmRo" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND THE GOOD OLD DAYS YOU HAVE..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/LXr64IsYblQ"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/LXr64IsYblQ" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thank Gatsby for my auburn hair, HA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17396148-4645770426060167088?l=ohleon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohleon.blogspot.com/feeds/4645770426060167088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17396148&amp;postID=4645770426060167088' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17396148/posts/default/4645770426060167088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17396148/posts/default/4645770426060167088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohleon.blogspot.com/2007/06/i.html' title=''/><author><name>Ayaka Keiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02359269450838063495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17396148.post-6326160400079887915</id><published>2007-06-06T18:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-06T18:29:32.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've thrown away vulgarities long ago and what someone told me long ago was so right: "Vulgarities are only used when you can't express your own feelings in an intellectual way".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it takes alot of hardwork to make me angry, that's because I probably became phlegmatic or it's just that I have reached a new level of tolerance. Some might know I'm damn hot tempered in the past but some might not know so I'm going to reinterate one point: either I treat you damn nice or I treat you like the maggots in the horse manure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Choose and make your stand, the decision's yours - I don't mind making enemies, I haven't had alot of them for a long time and since I'm about to leave TK in like, 6 months time so I can afford seeing someone who hates, it's not long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sheeshhhhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regarding my reply to Rina, I got lots of comments which all of them somewhat had a similar point of view, either it's too mean or that it's too harsh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I'd have to say would be sorry if it's not pleasant for your eyes and what I'd suggest is you skip the nasty parts of my future blog post so as to benefit your mood and I would like to stand my ground by saying that I'm not being too mean, but actually I'm being quite nice (ya thanks passerby for pointing it out) already for a situation like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a nice day. (sounds familiar?)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17396148-6326160400079887915?l=ohleon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohleon.blogspot.com/feeds/6326160400079887915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17396148&amp;postID=6326160400079887915' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17396148/posts/default/6326160400079887915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17396148/posts/default/6326160400079887915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohleon.blogspot.com/2007/06/ive-thrown-away-vulgarities-long-ago.html' title=''/><author><name>Ayaka Keiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02359269450838063495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17396148.post-1684111585083587335</id><published>2007-06-04T16:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-04T16:34:22.494+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Lxz074S-QnY/RmPIwwynh8I/AAAAAAAAA_k/gYXCrGm1-PU/s1600-h/isaac0.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Lxz074S-QnY/RmPIwwynh8I/AAAAAAAAA_k/gYXCrGm1-PU/s200/isaac0.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072118345405794242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Visitor rate peaked at approximately 170 yesterday and I have only one person to thank and I shall show my gratitude by returning human traffic back to his website!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meet Isaac, the guy who love his ass (omg why not my ass?!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Lxz074S-QnY/RmPJNAynh9I/AAAAAAAAA_s/BueUW9nTltg/s1600-h/isaac1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Lxz074S-QnY/RmPJNAynh9I/AAAAAAAAA_s/BueUW9nTltg/s200/isaac1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072118830737098706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you've been a hardcore follower of this blog right from the good old days where my domain was still leon-.blogspot you probably remember a post whereby I made a criticism of Isaac and Celeste (which I think, the latter's an attention whore, omg.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happened was this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some erm well, &lt;s&gt;fat&lt;/s&gt; horizontally long girl by the name of Priscilla started insulting his blog and started to judge him as well, something like I did months ago, but of course world peace doesn't come so easily so he fought back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in his comments (something like, tag lah) was:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Lxz074S-QnY/RmPKkgynh-I/AAAAAAAAA_0/3LppJQiBWAM/s1600-h/isaac2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Lxz074S-QnY/RmPKkgynh-I/AAAAAAAAA_0/3LppJQiBWAM/s200/isaac2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072120333975652322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone linked my blog there, though I have no idea who.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then traffic started flowing in like crazzzzzy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Lxz074S-QnY/RmPK0Aynh_I/AAAAAAAAA_8/tnzM2bWp1lw/s1600-h/isaac.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Lxz074S-QnY/RmPK0Aynh_I/AAAAAAAAA_8/tnzM2bWp1lw/s200/isaac.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072120600263624690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18 referrals out of 100, that makes up 18% (try pressing the calculator if you don't believe!), which is a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, yeah, that was all I wanted to point out but here's something quite interesting too:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/avnsgYvHPK8"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/avnsgYvHPK8" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first 7 minutes wasn't important, what's the interesting part is the last few minutes. I resassure you nothing is going to pop out, nothing is going to scream suddenly and definitely no flying pigs. But still you'll get this WEIRD, very WEIRD feeling that I can't explain in words (it is that weird, watch it!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you know what, through the Youtube comments (I always have a strange habit of reading the comments before watching the video, don't ask me why :S) I got to see something in a new perspective:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="commentHead"&gt;     &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://youtube.com/user/lexagon" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="commentHead"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://youtube.com/user/lexagon" rel="nofollow"&gt;lexagon&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="smallText"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt; (2 days ago) &lt;/span&gt;     &lt;span id="comment_spam_bug_PrwDsRcpyQc" class="commentSpamBug" style="display: none;"&gt;marked as spam&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;     &lt;div id="comment_body_PrwDsRcpyQc" class="commentBody"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Satanism isn't about believing in Satan in any real form, it's a metaphor for the inner God which is in oneself as opposed to some outer God, like in Christianity. Christians consider this to be satanic, so LaVey just chose the term "satanism" due to the sense that it totally opposes christianity, not just the other side of it's inherit dualsim of God and Satan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div id="comment_body_PrwDsRcpyQc" class="commentBody"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;WOW. Hey, I mean, I don't think anyone of you have thought of it that way did you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take me for an example, everytime someone says that someone is a satanist I have this picture in my mind: a crazy psychopath dressed in a black hood who burn candle wax and masturbates with it and then starts torturing young virgin women and start slitting their hands and drink their blood or use their blood to draw pentagrams all over the wall and start swearing like Niagara falls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or if you didn't like that mild R21 depiction of satanists probably you can have the Barney-is-a-dinosaur-of-my-imagination version: a group of people in black hood in a room sitting around a pentagram drawn on the cement floor, with candles at every edge of the star and then start blasting the room with death metal or black metal music and out of no where green flames start appearing in the middle of the star and you see Alladin the genie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.disneynewsarchive.com/images/BVHE/Aladdin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.disneynewsarchive.com/images/BVHE/Aladdin.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now after reading that I just realised...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'M QUITE A SATANIST MYSELF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*GASP!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*FOAMS!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*DISINTEGRATE!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*INTERNAL ORGAN MALFUNCTION!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me prove my innocence first before you start throwing wooden crosses at me like darts:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, I strongly believe in being independent, and I have no idea why, maybe you could enquiry my sneaky DNA that is hiding in those cute chromosomes of my cells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example, I would die staring at the map the whole day rather than ask the information counter how to get to a certain place and ponder upon sticky academic questions for the whole day than to seek help from teachers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think about it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17396148-1684111585083587335?l=ohleon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohleon.blogspot.com/feeds/1684111585083587335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17396148&amp;postID=1684111585083587335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17396148/posts/default/1684111585083587335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17396148/posts/default/1684111585083587335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohleon.blogspot.com/2007/06/visitor-rate-peaked-at-approximately.html' title=''/><author><name>Ayaka Keiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02359269450838063495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Lxz074S-QnY/RmPIwwynh8I/AAAAAAAAA_k/gYXCrGm1-PU/s72-c/isaac0.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17396148.post-3856290574082634162</id><published>2007-06-03T14:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-03T15:59:24.817+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Lxz074S-QnY/RmJf3wynh5I/AAAAAAAAA_M/BEpzlEa-r9w/s1600-h/DSC00812.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Lxz074S-QnY/RmJf3wynh5I/AAAAAAAAA_M/BEpzlEa-r9w/s200/DSC00812.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071721541967251346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picture with the courtesy of &lt;a href="http://ashes-ember.blogspot.com/"&gt;Ee Sheen&lt;/a&gt; , woot, FHM POSEUR~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone want to hire a model for this June holidays or a boyfriend for holidays (note, I'm not despo!), fees are charged at $20 per dollar, very cheap!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need the cash to fuel this holiday's shopping frenzy (so weird for a guy right):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* is for optional&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Zara's purple (universal gay color, HAHA!) vertical stripe formal*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Goth suit: Plain black top, black choker rubber without the choker itself (or perhaps with a voodoo doll hooked to it, that will be nice, perhaps a goth voodoo doll!) or a cross, black wristband with spikes, lots of black sex bands (no intention of having sex though), black glove for wrist (that means leaving the fingers open, goth belt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Green cargo/jeans&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Brown cargo/jeans&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Pink polo tee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Moreeeeee accessoriesssssss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Extreme's formal tee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, check this out:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Lxz074S-QnY/RmJmpgynh6I/AAAAAAAAA_U/WAxt7OitC9Y/s1600-h/es.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Lxz074S-QnY/RmJmpgynh6I/AAAAAAAAA_U/WAxt7OitC9Y/s200/es.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071728993735509922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drawing pentagrams can become a new hobby. Crazy ES. But don't worry people, don't be scared of ES, he's just an innocent guy who just love to listen to the percussions of heavy metal, so go on, embrace his loveeeeeeeeeee ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon packing my wardrobe which looks like a rubbish stockpile I dug up a holy shirt which I have never wore because I was too afraid to wear it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Lxz074S-QnY/RmJnswynh7I/AAAAAAAAA_c/L6lAxalUdq4/s1600-h/DSC02535.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Lxz074S-QnY/RmJnswynh7I/AAAAAAAAA_c/L6lAxalUdq4/s200/DSC02535.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071730149081712562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HEHEHE. Bought that in Hong Kong and haven't wear it since God knows when, it's already collecting dust so I guess I'm going to wear it out someday and hopefully people don't think I'm some kind of child molester/grandmother rapist/psychopath. You know what it's like to be in Singapore lah, huh - some small things only, people blow the matter so big, sooooooo conservative, *SIGH*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about clothes, there was this guy who wore a shirt and it seemed like he wore it inside out because his clothes tag (you know the thing at your neck area which tells you how to wash it and it's so bloody irritatingly itchy?) was outside so I thought I could be nice and expose him of his mistake (HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT ALAMAK, I was the one pai seh-ing instead, he said, "You know, this shirt is supposed to be like this"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I could do was stick out my healthy pink delicious tongue as a way of saying "Oops, my bad"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malu, malu!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, check this mix out (but don't if you hate eurodance/techno):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/A18EQMVCVh4"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/A18EQMVCVh4" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my god, he's good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Reply to tags:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chee Yang - Is it? No leh, I calculated, I could be a millionaire in 10 years, okay fine, that's pretty long but.. It's better than nothing :D And thanks for pointing out so many error in my summary, my bad! To the average gamer: It's gay. To the hardcore gamer (like you!): It's pwnable! Anything and whatever is a random drink of the drinks you have probably tasted before, it's an element of suprise, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rina - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;To be blunt:&lt;/span&gt; Girls give in to guys when they don't have the looks. Guys give in to girls when they have the looks, but not me. Enough said. And my blog post ending is not referring to you, cause you know why? I'm so irritated by the way you converse (which includes asking me so many question) that I don't bother wasting my blog space for you. Sorry but I don't treat those people that I ignore/dao very nicely and I only ignore/dao them when they get to the point that I find them fucked up - which obviously your senior Jennifer is one of them but nevermind about that, I think what's more important is that you get this message: please stop asking me so many questions which I won't bother to reply and that I think this friendship isn't worth patching up so don't. Okay? I think I made myself very clear. Have a nice day and peace out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joshua - Haha, kay, cool, here's a suggestion: why don't you persuade FN to go your church?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boon May - HEY WHAT THE MAY. I don't want to go bugis, omg, terrible cinema. I think I bathe longer than you anyway - I know why you bathe so fast, because all the water evaporate into steam the moment they touch your charcoal body so you can't bathe at all so you give up on bathing and only PRETEND TO BATH! And hey human friendster, I treat you Widenni lah want, I got plenty of it. Don't try to drown me next time ok or else I sit on your head and drown you to death!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zhi Ping - Hey yo what's up! Thanks for pointing out the numerous my incomplete and undetailed summary of SC2 have :P. Your another hardcore gamer, maybe I should introduce you to Chee Yang!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jael - Hey barney, I have suceeded into hypnotizing you to listen to my songs on my blog so you can stay on my blog WHOLE DAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ee Sheen - Hey bro, LOL. So many people are pointing out my errors in the summary, alamak. Thanks anyway. Next time we go cycling at that path, keep your eyes open for toads, okay?! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wan Fong - You are an abnormal sheep who can fly and spit the grass that you have eaten out as machine gun, therefore you are now labelled as the new next generation warfare machine! Non-battery operated but powered by a strange slowwwwwwwwww beating heart. Anyone wants Murtabak for dinner (inclusive of sheep heart filling)?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xiao Xuan - I would gladly do so if by doing that I can escape from your evil molesting clutches! Please don't whack me because I am skin sensitive, 1Pa of pressure can trigger off a pornstar within, your kind!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Passarbye - Hieeeeexasd w0rhsxnbabv167254! ii lurbx lurbx eUuUuuUuu nEhxtzuaiashgegfjkdsgm1337~!!1111oneone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Astrid - Hey yo, your factually incorrect, I'm cooler than you because I have 1 of THEM but you have FIVE of THEM! Your multi genitalia existence has made you mentally haywired, seek psychology help, fast!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joel - Hmm, I don't know leh, maybe you want to try it out someday?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ariel - I swear you put eyeliner, don't deny #@*!^&amp;!. OR unless you're a panda incarnate, which is SO unlikely, because you have a fish tail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ming Yew - That's when camera and phones comes in to relieve you of boredom!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheryl - You know that sounds damnnnnn horny?! Go away, you hairy rapist! You're so wrong Cheryl. I'm more fashionable than you that day you know why, cause I'm topless! Nothing can beat an upper torso that is hairless and shiny, which poor Cheryl dream of it every day and night! So, you still living on those curled up combs to pin your 3921383 metre chest hair? HOW SAD! I'll buy you the twelve thousand bucks comb for your bday, when?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alson - Haha, what you want me to link you as, the blunt man meh? :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lemuel - O.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hui Jin - Oi skinny pole, want work as my cloth hanger for $2 per hour? :D :D :D I'm sure you are up for that job! Being too tall no good, because short is cool! shortiscool.blogspot.com. You are uncool :P, HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keita - Hey, yo! You pentaliguist (yessss, I said it right!), you made me never want to Ikea anymore, for fear of bumping into you, and that would be a disaster for who knows you might have tons of lycanthrophe hiding all around me, waiting to feast on my beautiful FHM model flesh?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Derrick - Hey hey nigga lover ;) I find your email address very amusing LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daniel - I bet the sea water make you more lively right? HAHA!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17396148-3856290574082634162?l=ohleon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohleon.blogspot.com/feeds/3856290574082634162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17396148&amp;postID=3856290574082634162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17396148/posts/default/3856290574082634162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17396148/posts/default/3856290574082634162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohleon.blogspot.com/2007/06/picture-with-courtesy-of-ee-sheen-woot.html' title=''/><author><name>Ayaka Keiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02359269450838063495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Lxz074S-QnY/RmJf3wynh5I/AAAAAAAAA_M/BEpzlEa-r9w/s72-c/DSC00812.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17396148.post-9181838745145187774</id><published>2007-06-02T12:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-02T12:55:18.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://home.no.net/unholy/gorgoroth/promo_band-copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://home.no.net/unholy/gorgoroth/promo_band-copy.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must say indeed that metal is a brother genre to eurodance. However unlike it's more passive brother, metal consists of more crazy whacky percussion and screaming vocals, but I'd stick with eurodance and probably Gregorian (omg they are that good at chanting) because they give me a feeling that I'm in a trance (which is where trance music comes in too).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some music give some people the sense of euphoria, so don't mock those people that love classical and jazz ah, you never know they might be shaking their head madly at the music ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vesak day was indeed well spent although it was pretty uncomfortable at first but soon the fun began to set in, and in an attempt to encourage May to improve her fashion sense I shall say "Well done May, you look good that day but NOT good enough, siao char bor!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sin May obviously topped the charts of fashion sense amongst the group of people that day (but still not say that nice, tsk) and Cheryl could have been first if not because of the top she was wearing, alamak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Derrick's dressing was the way too cool man, red cap, blue singlet, LOL! Reminds me of those nigga &lt;s&gt;rapist&lt;/s&gt; rappers and hip hop artists. Amongst the guys I definitely have to credit Ryan for his dressing, omg, damn chio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Played volleyball, catching (yah I know, LOL) and swam for damn long in Sentosa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.tangomar.com/newsletter/nov2002/seawater.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.tangomar.com/newsletter/nov2002/seawater.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Common old wive's tales: Swimming in sea water would cure pimples, and sure enough, Cheryl came out of the water looking vibrant as if her pimples have all been burst and float away to Malaysia, and now taking over the pimples' place was the terrifying long facial hair that resemble David Jone's squirmy testicles, anyone want see wild Orang Utan in Singapore? Here's your chance now, just pay $5 admission ticket to Leon k thanks :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May due to her cursed vertical length, could not ride the waves with us and had to rely on piggybacking Zhen Yuan or Cheryl but these 2 poor people came out with a conclusion: May is FAT! So May, I think you better donate some fats to Cheryl okay, or else she's gonna gobble down tons of beef every single day (I hate beef :/)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was once May and ZY tried to drown me, EVIL PEOPLE. And I almost drowned because the damn tide was rising fast and the high waves were coming in. I had to shrugged and struggle in order to get rid of both of them (soooo heavy) in order to escape to the shallow grounds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EVIL! Lucky I survived.. (hehe, too bad for those who want me dead!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://drinkingliberally.org/blogs/oakland/archives/bush%20laugh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://drinkingliberally.org/blogs/oakland/archives/bush%20laugh.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, talking about swimming, I have been thinking of organizing a trip to Tioman - of course, no parents, just a group of friends, but I know confidently that mum will disapprove of this idea because she thinks I'm not independent enough (I'm not a kid @#$&amp;!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.tioman.com.my/"&gt;Tioman&lt;/a&gt;'s a nice place, it's waters are much more clearer than the one you find in East Coast park okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.koolbuzz.com/users/jimscuba/img2/tioman2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.koolbuzz.com/users/jimscuba/img2/tioman2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things to do there: Hiking (okay, sounds quite boring for non-nature lovers but damn fun for nature lovers, the only thing you are worried about is whether night is coming soon or whether you'll get lost), Sun-tan (that's what the beach is about, isn't it!), Snorkelling (haha, that's what Jimmy did last year) and not to mention SWIMMING! (that's where the clear sea water comes in!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or not, then the next destination would probably be &lt;a href="http://www.sunway.com.my/lagoon/"&gt;Sunway Lagoon&lt;/a&gt;, hehe, and there's more stuff there to do, think of it yourselves, I'm lazy to write out all the details ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there's one thing to highlight: THERE'S SHOPPPPPPPPPPING! (ya I'm weird right?! ;D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://image.pegs.com/images/UI/26515/26515_b1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://image.pegs.com/images/UI/26515/26515_b1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got to know new people - Derrick and Daniel. Derrick's the hyper one, while Daniel's the damn quiet one, both of opposite characters. Derrick's like the playmaker while Daniel's the supporter. Alamak, what am I talking about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I gotta go now bye, reply tags next post!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm the guy who could make you feel that way, but  since you've chosen another, so go on and have fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17396148-9181838745145187774?l=ohleon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohleon.blogspot.com/feeds/9181838745145187774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17396148&amp;postID=9181838745145187774' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17396148/posts/default/9181838745145187774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17396148/posts/default/9181838745145187774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohleon.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-must-say-indeed-that-metal-is-brother.html' title=''/><author><name>Ayaka Keiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02359269450838063495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17396148.post-6224142459090777887</id><published>2007-05-31T12:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T12:51:22.185+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Lxz074S-QnY/Rl5PqQynh3I/AAAAAAAAA-8/bw8eV3RrrJM/s1600-h/DSC02526.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Lxz074S-QnY/Rl5PqQynh3I/AAAAAAAAA-8/bw8eV3RrrJM/s200/DSC02526.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070577817946130290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's talk about something that everyone dread - Physics!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In secondary one physics, you learn about molecules in solid, liquid and gas which you thought was pretty dumb because this new found knowledge doesn't help you in real life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In secondary two physics, you learn about gear ratios and you go hey! I could apply that knowledge on bicycles, and you thought it was pretty good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In secondary three physics, you learn about moments, heat transfer and lots of crap about force and electricity, fair enough, they apply when you want to invent something in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here comes the most exciting part, in secondary four physics, you learn about radioactivity, gamma rays, beta rays, alpha rays and inside this nuclear chapter lies..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Lxz074S-QnY/Rl5P2gynh4I/AAAAAAAAA_E/duvYwJjDUWo/s1600-h/DSC02527.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Lxz074S-QnY/Rl5P2gynh4I/AAAAAAAAA_E/duvYwJjDUWo/s200/DSC02527.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070578028399527810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HALF LIFE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.wallpaper-desktop.net/wallpapers/games/half-life/half-life_009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.wallpaper-desktop.net/wallpapers/games/half-life/half-life_009.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I've been playing the game half life in the past without even knowing what it means, oh my holy moly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally a break during the truncated lessons which I think was pretty a waste of time other than the time spent irritating the girl in front of me with a new found technique; language violence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO EFFECTIVE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love buddhists cause they gave us this Vesak Day which we can go out and have some fun... (sounds wrong) so indirectly I love Lemuel which means I love eyebags which mean I love the water inside the eyebags which means I love the molecules that make up the water which means I love the atoms that make up the molecules which means that I love the nucleus in the atom which means I love the electrons whizzing around the atom which means I love... nvm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found a perfect song that reflects my feelings now:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/FDuimfrr31/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/FDuimfrr31/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come with me, stay the night&lt;br /&gt;You say the words but boy it don't feel right&lt;br /&gt;What do you expect me to say (You know it's just too little too late)&lt;br /&gt;You take my hand, and you say you've changed&lt;br /&gt;But boy you know your beggin don't fool me&lt;br /&gt;Because to you it's just a game&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im lettin you go, I'm lovin myself&lt;br /&gt;You gotta problem&lt;br /&gt;But don't come askin me for help&lt;br /&gt;Cause ya know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice song. In fact, I've been into classical a big time since like a few days ago, listening to Il Divo (romance classical, italian) which I think is a very fantastic boy band instead, 4 finely shaven gentlemen singing love songs in a manly voice (ok actually I sound gay) and on top of that, I've got introduced to Gregorian by Ee Sheen too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gregorian's nice although it's album front cover looks like the hooded character in Diablo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.early-sarah-brightman.com/gregorian%20CD3%20Front.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.early-sarah-brightman.com/gregorian%20CD3%20Front.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their music give you that sort of soothing feeling - I don't know how to describe it but..here's something you can listen to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/VPRQt_UIVm/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/VPRQt_UIVm/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta go Sentosa now, ehehehehe ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17396148-6224142459090777887?l=ohleon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohleon.blogspot.com/feeds/6224142459090777887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17396148&amp;postID=6224142459090777887' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17396148/posts/default/6224142459090777887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17396148/posts/default/6224142459090777887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohleon.blogspot.com/2007/05/lets-talk-about-something-that-everyone.html' title=''/><author><name>Ayaka Keiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02359269450838063495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Lxz074S-QnY/Rl5PqQynh3I/AAAAAAAAA-8/bw8eV3RrrJM/s72-c/DSC02526.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17396148.post-1122751343999196451</id><published>2007-05-29T18:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-29T19:54:57.054+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh, my, God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you thought the holidays wasn't interesting enough? Keep yourself satisfied with CNC3 while you anticipate Starcraft 2, probably the best game that will be when it comes out - because it is so momo cheese pie mayonaise gay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/OoCaHjfw618"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/OoCaHjfw618" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out this 20 minute video and you will comprehend why I'm here whining about the gayness of this futuristic computer game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But.. if you are lazy to spend 20 minutes of your time looking at some England or British geek explaining the imba-ness of Starcraft 2, here's a summary (as far as I can remember, lah):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SPOILER ALERT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Terran marines can now fly (not really fly but it's like a jump, something like CNC3's jetpack)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Protoss has a unit that have a damage reduction shield against powerful attacks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Zergs have this worm thing that comes out of the ground and soon later a hell loads of zergs will come out of the ground too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Terran has this unit called Colossal that shoots a continuous laser ray that whips a huge group of small units (infantry etc) ass so bad you go home crying to your grandmother&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Zerglings can mutate into some green looking thing that can explode and is resistant to the Colossal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- The Colossal can climb up and down cliffs, OMFG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Protoss have a flying unit that can attack all surrounding units (like a nova attack instead of a single target attack) but has to cooldown, in which it can't move or attack&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Protoss have a flying unit called Worm Ray that has such a gay attack, it's more gay than your local gigolo. The more Worm Ray attacking you, the higher the damage (I don't really know how to explain this, watch the video).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Protoss has a building that can allow units to teleport to the area around it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Protoss has a unit called Stalker that can teleport (something like Warcraft's blink)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Protoss has a DAMN RETARDEDLY OMGISH GAY unit called Mothership, the most powerful weapon in Protoss's arsenal, and I shan't reveal what it can do. Watch the video, at around 18:00 minute or something, and you'll understand ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, enough gamer talk, I shall spare the non-gamers from reading things that they aren't interested about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's talk about.. anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Lxz074S-QnY/RlwJxQynh2I/AAAAAAAAA-0/0iU3f7pK0Go/s1600-h/DSC02519.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Lxz074S-QnY/RlwJxQynh2I/AAAAAAAAA-0/0iU3f7pK0Go/s200/DSC02519.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069938022437848930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah man, that's the drink that is so popular now amongst the teens in Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like, so whatever, so anything!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the person who conceptualize this brilliant idea of filling up cans with different type of drinks but pasting the same label all over them such that it creates a feeling of "surprise and randomness" will earn big bucks, so much &lt;s&gt;hell&lt;/s&gt; bank notes that it is enough to fill an Olympic sized swimming pool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 9 o clock show on Channel 8 has officially ended, finally, no more love dramas going on other than the one on 7 o clock I think (I don't watch TV ahahahehorhe).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's good, because love dramas are always so untrue and out there to cheat the little innocent hearts of our young generation, evil producers. *shakes head*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take Xiao Xuan for example, Singapore's most famous porn star, or humbly known as the best gum specialist in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Guys are evil," says XX&lt;s&gt;X&lt;/s&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We, guys, are sooooooo not evil okay! We don't play hard to get, we don't take one hour long showers (other than May who bath only 5 minute, omg, don't ask.) and we definitely aren't out there to attract everyone and then pick out one to be your partner FOR THE HOLIDAYS (LOL sounds familiar! (sorry cold joke, brrrr) ).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/viMCFnMR0T/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/viMCFnMR0T/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here's the song that's pretty hot now because of the 9 o clock show, although I don't find it hot but I don't mind listening the part "would you be there" again and again (well that's what most of the song is about).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the intro sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a part where Redwan Ali can't reach the note though, &lt;s&gt;HAHAHAHA&lt;/s&gt; sad sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway talking about songs, I'm pretty bored of my gigantic Imeem list so I'm going to pick some fine tunes and pop some into the new playlist which I'm going to replace this old one, probably as a way to wish Imee a happy belated 17th birthday (damnnnnnn, you're getting old, maggi!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'm done with my blogging so I'm going to psycho myself to listen to more "Hey your momma so fat" jokes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey, your momma so fat, when she walk pasts the television, I missed 3 episodes of Lord of The Rings"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL. Thanks Yexi. That cracked me up so hard I thought my ass had an earthquake!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;You, I, the players on the field, go play, play hard!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Reply to tags:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shi Xiang - Hey sexy gums ;) Like my new shirt? :D Anyway I'm going to start Granado Esparda (I don't know how to spell it right) with Melon. ES also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Astrid - OMG you siao char bor with 5 kuku who drinks milo from 4-5 straws, I'm suppose to be neh neh less you bom head! And guess what, I didn't listen to your advice HAHA (points points, the thing you wanted to tell me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joel - Whew. Need me revive it? Is it missing my tag too much such that it died? :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wan Fong - OMG you crazy piece of muscular lamb chop, tag so much, in the end I also have to reply so much @#$&amp;#@! Ya I can read your macho brain of yours that your going to post about Maya and how it will affect the life of all innocent sheeps so I grabbed the chance to blog it before you can lay your hands on the evil keyboard and start typing away, HA! Anyway jumping from an 8 to a 3 for Chinese needs alot of listening to the teacher ._. , and yah the chair sucks, but since your leg must be so muscular too, I assume supporting yourself on that slippery chair in the mrt station shouldn't be a problem ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meryl - Hey, you, big bad molester! I'm going to sue you for touching me ok, people will get mentally harassed and physically assaulted one you know! How are you going to compensate for my sleepless nights?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alson - HELLO LAUGHING BUDDHA. Okay I shall be very blunt, Alson, so blunt that I'm more blunt than.. blunt! Alson, *shakes head*, YOU GOOD! "Tank, tank, tank!" Level up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wan Swen - Hi swensen, don't jealous, just sit behind Grace, sniff all the chlorine gas that she emits, and I bet you that you'll top the level, whoopeedoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hui Qi - HI HI, I miss Joey too, I miss kissing him, omg I in love with bird birds. I'm not homosexual, not straight, not paedophile, but I'm a birdophile!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheryl - YO vulgar girl, I know why you so skinny liao, everyday scold vulgar here scold vulgar there, sure use up alot of energy one. And energy come from fats, so indirectly you are burning fats, WOW! So sly! Oi. I beat you ok. I 50kg, you 47, you can go jump down, I beat you in FATS. AND STOP MOANING MY NAME, IT DOESN'T HELP YOU GAIN FATS!@#$&amp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boon May - HEY YO. I ting mama de hua until I sick of it already, although it's damn nice. Thanks man, the paper quite manageable, if not I burn the question paper on the spot already. 200 pounds beauty and and Fantastic Four, *points Cathay Cineplex or Suntect*, gasp! And what happen to your blog you bom head!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RBK - Hey, thanks ;) I still remember your lingo k!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rina - Haha, thanks! Will do too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DANIEL - See, I caps your name, so you better be honoured ok! Yo man, I miss you. I'm a paedophile, birdophile and I'm gay, are you afraid dan?! And I'm sticking to my entrepreneurship, I'm going to start a business that no one have ever thought of before!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ee Sheen - HI! We should go night cycling some time, again ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jael the demonic bunny, barney and Hui Jin the skinny pole - HI SCORPIO AND HI BIMBO, looks like you 2 fell for my hypnotize prowess, *shakes head*, sigh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rachel - Rachew, rufffffff. You emo kid, you in need of some lasagne baddddddd, man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ariel - HAHAHA. DON'T YOU LOVE MY NEW SHIRT. Anyway the size is 40, but it's okay, you don't have to buy for me, so tell you what: why don't you buy Justin Lim new shirts for next year? :D And your eyeliner's an obscenity (oops, cannot help it)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17396148-1122751343999196451?l=ohleon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohleon.blogspot.com/feeds/1122751343999196451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17396148&amp;postID=1122751343999196451' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17396148/posts/default/1122751343999196451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17396148/posts/default/1122751343999196451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohleon.blogspot.com/2007/05/oh-my-god.html' title=''/><author><name>Ayaka Keiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02359269450838063495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Lxz074S-QnY/RlwJxQynh2I/AAAAAAAAA-0/0iU3f7pK0Go/s72-c/DSC02519.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17396148.post-6341797929326556677</id><published>2007-05-28T15:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-28T15:14:56.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Self reminders for the greater self:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Don't be a wuss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't be a pussy, don't be desperate, have self confidence, don't let anyone deter you, learn to let go, don't give in all the time (not saying that I have to be a meanie, la), do not over impress&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Be in control&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Live life well, love yourself, do not let the things happening around you weigh your heart, be the boss, do not let people get over you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Be interesting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be intellectually active, be the one who make things happen, be mysterious, be sophisticated, be unpredictable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Spark the emotion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emotion overrides logic, overrides weaknesses, overrides shortcomings. Laughter is the shortest distance between people. Sexual tension. Tease. Applying the right pressure.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17396148-6341797929326556677?l=ohleon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohleon.blogspot.com/feeds/6341797929326556677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17396148&amp;postID=6341797929326556677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17396148/posts/default/6341797929326556677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17396148/posts/default/6341797929326556677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohleon.blogspot.com/2007/05/self-reminders-for-greater-self-1-dont.html' title=''/><author><name>Ayaka Keiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02359269450838063495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17396148.post-5788105402595008820</id><published>2007-05-27T13:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-27T13:19:40.858+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Lxz074S-QnY/RlkQjwynh0I/AAAAAAAAA-k/kLDi47evIZM/s1600-h/DSC02517.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Lxz074S-QnY/RlkQjwynh0I/AAAAAAAAA-k/kLDi47evIZM/s200/DSC02517.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069101062160877378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Astrid is a mad woman, enough said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg, her insane laughter along side with Boon May's high pitch demonic laughter is enough to send an innocent guy like me to the mental pits of torment where I get tortured every night by imagining the sinister sound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ouch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello, it's been a while since I blogged - really bored of this stuff actually but it's really great where you use it as an excuse to escape from the mundane task of revising Chinese (which is a torture because I suck at Chinese @#$*&amp;$@)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tip: One way to revise Chinese is to listen to Chinese songs, you might wanna try rapping Jay's raps, if you think that helps :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been going out these few days and you can be sure that there's a gigantic hole in my pocket, ughhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good news, I bought new uniform, FINALLY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meeting the Parents session was quite well, just that I received one single comment from the teachers: Complacency.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yah, I think I'm getting pretty arrogant (omg please poke my ass). This is due to the cultivation of egoism, a very chimology process. BUT hey, my ego isn't harmful okayyyy! It's as harmless as a dove!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the recent turbulent period, I have concluded that complacency kills a man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes we just need to get our feets down on Earth and be humble so as to not act like a snob.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Lxz074S-QnY/RlkSyAynh1I/AAAAAAAAA-s/LqaM41gilek/s1600-h/DSC02516.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Lxz074S-QnY/RlkSyAynh1I/AAAAAAAAA-s/LqaM41gilek/s200/DSC02516.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069103505997268818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been brought to my attention that the gahmen has just wasted money building this type of chair in underground MRT stations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The material that is used to make these stupid chairs are so damn slippery that my chio bu butt will slip off these shiny chairs. Also, it's inclined at such an angle that you can't sit properly so what's the use of building these chairs when you can't even sit on it?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't ask me why, I think the gahmen has too much money to spend, that's why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Maya people (that's the ancient people who would dig your hearts out and eat it, yum yum, anyone fancy heart ice blended with pearl?) predicted that the end of the world will come in 2012, how delightful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then something struck my mind - they say that the second coming of Christ (sorry if I'm being a little religionist here) is near and that everyone will be judged, those judged worthy enough to go to heaven will, well, go to heaven (duh!) while the unlucky others will go to hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See a link?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2012, second coming?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know, but I would want to live my life as happy as ever just in case I die 5 years later, so that I can die without any regrets :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I already have my future planned (cool right!), I'm going to set up a LAN shop in the future with the support of my mum and then work part time as a DJ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought of a cool new LAN shop concept yesterday and shared it with Melson, my future business partner ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are going to strike rich, yeahhhhhhhhh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy this video while I gotta go back and face that demonic chinese file, thanks :D (and yeah the song is in chinese)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/H9PFQSVZdzM"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/H9PFQSVZdzM" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOOOOOOOOOOOOO cute. Okay fine, a little retarded but the melody rocks to the core - never fail to soothe my chaotic thoughts. Yum.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17396148-5788105402595008820?l=ohleon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohleon.blogspot.com/feeds/5788105402595008820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17396148&amp;postID=5788105402595008820' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17396148/posts/default/5788105402595008820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17396148/posts/default/5788105402595008820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohleon.blogspot.com/2007/05/astrid-is-mad-woman-enough-said.html' title=''/><author><name>Ayaka Keiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02359269450838063495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Lxz074S-QnY/RlkQjwynh0I/AAAAAAAAA-k/kLDi47evIZM/s72-c/DSC02517.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17396148.post-5820627016817438215</id><published>2007-05-24T20:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-24T21:19:04.771+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I don't know why I'm doing this, but IT MUST be Cheryl's influence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just... take a look, ughhhhh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Lxz074S-QnY/RlWJ5gynhyI/AAAAAAAAA-U/CRy9N3LwxPA/s1600-h/howtogrowfat.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Lxz074S-QnY/RlWJ5gynhyI/AAAAAAAAA-U/CRy9N3LwxPA/s200/howtogrowfat.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068108576823150370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jasmine's words still resound as clear as Tioman's crystal clear waters in my head, "Leon, your arms so skinny, it's not normal for a guy!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHIT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those words do magic. It brought me to a tragic conclusion (and rather unfortunate), which is Leon = Cheryl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOW COULD THIS BE! NO WAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Realisation of my lack of horizontal growth brings trauma and shivers down my spine - it's such an evil comparison that it can be regarded as a taboo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in order to get rid of my bamboo pole look I have allied with Cheryl, striving for the goal of putting on fat and lard and margarine and vegetable oil so that I'll look like a teddy bear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Press me! I look like an emo elmo!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4nRNYG_xM2U"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4nRNYG_xM2U" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think you've seen this before but ahhhh whatever, DIE EMO ELMO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holidays are here, temporary yayism :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why? Because I have 2 weeks of truncated lessons, SO fun, it's the most exciting thing ever to happen in my 4 years in TK life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about TK life, it's really flying by so fast like a grandmother crossing the road. Four years of stagnant daily routines and dreaded lessons seem to go soon, 5 more months and wham, no more TK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, it's not doomsday, but it's a sad thing to THINK about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, let's not look far, let's look near. Perhaps it'll be something more happy and satisfying - yeah sure, GCE O Level coming in few days time, that's a great news for me (sarcasm in case Josephine reads this and doesn't understand)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, here's something interesting:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Lxz074S-QnY/RlWNPgynhzI/AAAAAAAAA-c/jec8NdEqXvw/s1600-h/bmmum.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Lxz074S-QnY/RlWNPgynhzI/AAAAAAAAA-c/jec8NdEqXvw/s200/bmmum.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068112253315155762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA. Boon May's mum is crazy, I swear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I don't have much to say today (no blogging inspiration) so here's an early goodbye and for once in a lifetime I'm going to reply tag so CHEERS TO SINGAPORE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Reply to tags:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meryl - You one crazy meh-meh yo! I like being untouchable so please stop hatching evil plans with Cheryl to touch me in one way or another please please please or else I'm going to fly to Mongolia and then to Tibet and let vultures molest me to death :D :D :D Ya and I PURPOSELY DIVERT CALLS TO YOU TO IRRITATE YOU BM AND CHERYL HAHA (it's called killing 3 bird bird with 1 handphone okay)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joel - YO dude! Honest truth: I haven't visit your blog for a very very very long time (I don't visit blogs alot #@*$@#&amp;$)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheryl - Go away miss hairy! Don't touch me before I pop all your pimples and mix them with your hair to make a hairy pimple ball and throw at you! Come come race me again and don't jealous that you don't get to seat at the love seat ok!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Passerby - Hello mini (; Next time I invent handphone with the buttons as small as a fullstop okay? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keita - Hey yo vamp (oops, I forgot the ire!) 1) You hate me, but you love my blood 2) You are one ass crazy polylingual mega translating machine 3) No I do not want to switch my big bulging pulsating purple brain with you 4) You can eat my brain but it doesn't guarantee the effects you are looking for :D 5) Bleaching your shirts with chlorine might help 6) HAHA parental control! ***********************#$&amp;@#&amp;amp;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jasmine - Haha, don't want leh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wan Fong - I beat up sheeps too, want to try? :P Eh, need to advertise your forum lah, way too little people, like not happening like that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ee Sheen - Your probably at Cameron Highlands now but nevermind I shall reply you (yeahhhhhh baby), we are the ultimate cheapskate man, OMG. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Josephine - Oh well, let's see how it goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another Passerby - No problem bud, you can do it! (for your results) ;D God bless you too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boon May - HELLO CHARCOAL. If I manage to clinch a loveseat (not easy ok) anytime, you better not squeeze in I tell you, I can't afford getting raped, I want my enjoy my movie one OK! You want rape, go rape Widenni ;) Ya man, I NEED TO WATCH POC3. NEED. BEST SHOW. And no I don't care about popularity man, I very sian of blogging :/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17396148-5820627016817438215?l=ohleon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohleon.blogspot.com/feeds/5820627016817438215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17396148&amp;postID=5820627016817438215' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17396148/posts/default/5820627016817438215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17396148/posts/default/5820627016817438215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohleon.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-dont-know-why-im-doing-this-but-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Ayaka Keiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02359269450838063495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Lxz074S-QnY/RlWJ5gynhyI/AAAAAAAAA-U/CRy9N3LwxPA/s72-c/howtogrowfat.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17396148.post-1923017104009846166</id><published>2007-05-21T22:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-21T23:05:25.307+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A war between two people brought about a war between two sides of a world - catastrophe, pandemonium.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Antipathy. Politics. Betrayal. Confusion. Negativity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only time will bring peace and resolve, I hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then, Majesty, Here I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="80"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/mY7tEtM3WD"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/mY7tEtM3WD" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="80" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forgive and forget? Perhaps, perhaps not. Either way there'll be justice done to some and injustice done to another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sticky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a dark post.. CANNOT STAND IT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Suntect's cinema loveseat very shiok!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17396148-1923017104009846166?l=ohleon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohleon.blogspot.com/feeds/1923017104009846166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17396148&amp;postID=1923017104009846166' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17396148/posts/default/1923017104009846166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17396148/posts/default/1923017104009846166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohleon.blogspot.com/2007/05/war-between-two-people-brought-about.html' title=''/><author><name>Ayaka Keiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02359269450838063495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17396148.post-2199858428076263559</id><published>2007-05-20T11:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-20T12:16:31.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Lxz074S-QnY/Rk_H1QynhsI/AAAAAAAAA9k/w8zEWjMIoNI/s1600-h/DSC02492.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Lxz074S-QnY/Rk_H1QynhsI/AAAAAAAAA9k/w8zEWjMIoNI/s200/DSC02492.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066487823669364418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COOKING competition yesterday, and my group came in unprepared - it was so last minute, we didn't have any rehearsal at all but managed to clinch 3rd with our Apple Crumble!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kai Liang's apron so pretty, flowery flowery, not like mine, bluish because I had to borrow from Sharmane in the last minute (see how last minute?!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So thanks to Astrid &amp; Sharmane and of course Ariel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's good to have friends from different level sometimes HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Lxz074S-QnY/Rk_IggynhtI/AAAAAAAAA9s/YDZNXDo08GI/s1600-h/DSC02502.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Lxz074S-QnY/Rk_IggynhtI/AAAAAAAAA9s/YDZNXDo08GI/s200/DSC02502.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066488566698706642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mosaic's dish - very good looking, restaurant standard but God knows why they clinched 2nd instead of 1st which I thought they would. Perhaps that's because their fish have no sauce on it @#$&amp;$#@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wasted but good effort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Lxz074S-QnY/Rk_IgwynhuI/AAAAAAAAA90/I8GWNunkz5w/s1600-h/DSC02504.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Lxz074S-QnY/Rk_IgwynhuI/AAAAAAAAA90/I8GWNunkz5w/s200/DSC02504.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066488570993673954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Lxz074S-QnY/Rk_IhAynhvI/AAAAAAAAA98/xct1jfBYQ1s/s1600-h/DSC02505.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Lxz074S-QnY/Rk_IhAynhvI/AAAAAAAAA98/xct1jfBYQ1s/s200/DSC02505.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066488575288641266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Lxz074S-QnY/Rk_IhQynhwI/AAAAAAAAA-E/JENRbcJNJ3E/s1600-h/DSC02506.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Lxz074S-QnY/Rk_IhQynhwI/AAAAAAAAA-E/JENRbcJNJ3E/s200/DSC02506.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066488579583608578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Lxz074S-QnY/Rk_IhgynhxI/AAAAAAAAA-M/sNt-Su8UWPM/s1600-h/DSC02508.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Lxz074S-QnY/Rk_IhgynhxI/AAAAAAAAA-M/sNt-Su8UWPM/s200/DSC02508.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066488583878575890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. That's all the dishes that each group prepared. My group prepared the heart shaped apple crumble with all the M&amp;Ms. I think you'd get diabetes the next day after eating that dish because it consists of hell lots of sugar, chocolate, ice cream and M&amp;amp;Ms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you didn't then God blessed you, because you'd end up with a sore throat instead (so heaty!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a mini dispute on Friday but ack, it doesn't matter anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I've gotten over the stage of being boiling hot tempered to someone with incredibly good tolerance, pretty phlegmatic to be exact (that means emotionless) so if I were to blow then probably you did something so grave I ought to dig a grave 6 feet under for you to jump in but of course I won't be so EVIL lah (;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been playing hell lots of volleyball nowadays because the assembly plaza is always taken over by UGs or other stuff but even if the assembly plaza was empty, we can't play netball with a netball ball thanks to Mrs Audrey Chen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Piang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hair check on Monday and I don't wish to see myself cutting bald so I'm going to bribe my form teacher with lots of Maple EXP cards (DON'T UNDERESTIMATE HER, SHE HAS A LEVEL 120 MAPLE CHARACTER).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think hair checks are unnecessary, stupid and annoying in fact, because what has long fringe or back got to do with your academic performance?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you find your long fringe poking into your eye during class, then PLEASE borrow a hair clip from your your fellow female classmates, no need result in hiring a barber to cut away all your hair as if you were in NS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some more it costs money, not free one okay, if I want to cut, I might as well go SAF (Singapore Armed Forces) cut!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess life is chaotic and depressing for most of us nowadays - for me it's because of friends (surprise, surprise!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I've sort out who are good friends and who are not - you treat me like dirt, I treat you like spiderweb (WTF?!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, depressing topic, skipped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going Bugis later in the afternoon, ciao!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: I love the new blogger draft auto save function!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17396148-2199858428076263559?l=ohleon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohleon.blogspot.com/feeds/2199858428076263559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17396148&amp;postID=2199858428076263559' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17396148/posts/default/2199858428076263559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17396148/posts/default/2199858428076263559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohleon.blogspot.com/2007/05/cooking-competition-yesterday-and-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Ayaka Keiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02359269450838063495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Lxz074S-QnY/Rk_H1QynhsI/AAAAAAAAA9k/w8zEWjMIoNI/s72-c/DSC02492.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17396148.post-7541702366983782234</id><published>2007-05-17T20:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-17T20:56:23.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>YES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blogger is back to normal again, HALLEHLUJAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess my woes are heard my prayers answered (okay fine I'm not that desperate) and blogger finally did something about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English: 65%&lt;br /&gt;Chinese: 68%&lt;br /&gt;Math: 82%&lt;br /&gt;A Math: 80%&lt;br /&gt;Physics: 86% (round up)&lt;br /&gt;Chemistry: 70%&lt;br /&gt;Geography: 64%&lt;br /&gt;Combined Humanities: 65%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The B3 for my Combined Humanities was a pretty big shock and of course I felt pretty disappointed for my Chemistry result as well because I thought I did quite badly and not to mention I disappoint Mr Tan too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he blames it on my palms @#$&amp;$#@!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Current focus: GCE O-Level Chinese which is in approximately 10 days time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MUST CHIONG. MUST GET A2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I can don't take Mother Tongue after getting back the results :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, sports and games after school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since this is a short post so I guess replying tag isn't that necessary, ciao! (;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: I'm not trying to show off my results, reallyyyyyyy (no sarcasm intended)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17396148-7541702366983782234?l=ohleon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohleon.blogspot.com/feeds/7541702366983782234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17396148&amp;postID=7541702366983782234' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17396148/posts/default/7541702366983782234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17396148/posts/default/7541702366983782234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohleon.blogspot.com/2007/05/yes.html' title=''/><author><name>Ayaka Keiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02359269450838063495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17396148.post-6292297155715619369</id><published>2007-05-15T18:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-15T19:23:21.469+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://pbskids.org/itsmylife/images/crushes5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://pbskids.org/itsmylife/images/crushes5.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks like people are saying that I have lost the way I used to blog - well probably that's because I'm pretty tired and bored of blogging and what's more there's this really frustrating brown patch problem which does not go away despite many refreshes (stubborn!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was really exhausted and burn out mentally last few days but I found out the perfect solution to this sticky problem - sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.lboro.ac.uk/departments/hu/groups/sleep/sleep.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.lboro.ac.uk/departments/hu/groups/sleep/sleep.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleep is good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleep makes you have lesser eyebags, make you grow taller, make your pimple vanish, let you forget your troubles (which is better than drowning your body with a swmming pool of beer), get rid of illness and best of all, make you uber energetic the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is, if you sleep through a damn long period like about 12-15 hours, which I did yesterday, after dinner. One bad thing about that is you'll probably grow fat (so Cheryl, I bet your Fats for Dummies book didn't tell you that!) but since I'm like a crazy banana when it comes to sports I guess these fats are easy to burn off (jealous? :D :D :D) anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got back results and some were pretty unexpected - for example, Geography and Chemistry, which don't look positive at all, while other comes as a shocking news, great improvement for Chinese, YES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think under the influence of Boon May I have become more and more Cheenafied now but I guess I influence Boon May into speaking English more than she influence me (can't help it, haha!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used Josephine's sister phone to send me Girlfriend by Avril Lavigne on Sunday and damn, I got hooked up on it like smoking marijuana and just for today I've heard it over 10 times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.mp3sugar.com/artist/artist_927.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://img.mp3sugar.com/artist/artist_927.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Due to the god damn brown diarrhoea watery shit problem I can't post the Imeem tag here, sorry about that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This song, is, damn, good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although the lyric makes the girl pretty desperate but hey it's desperate in an aggressive way - pretty challenging (which is a turn on for me, not sexually) but of course if it's some old grandmother singing that song to me then probably I pack my bag and zhao first!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"You're so fine&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I want you [to be] mine                 (it sounds like "I want you mine")&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; You're so delicious&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I think about you all the time&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; You're so addictive"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I guess for any girl it'd really help in boosting her self esteem (or ego), man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Don't pretend&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I think you know&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I'm damn precious&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And hell yeah&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I'm the mother fucking princess&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I can tell you like me too&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And you know I'm right"&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"She's like so whatever&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; You can do so much better&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I think we should get together now&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And that's what everyone's talking about"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"In a second you'll be wrapped around my finger&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; 'Cause I can, cause I can do it better&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; There's no other, so when's it gonna sink in&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; She's so stupid, what the hell were you thinking?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's what I call a girl in control, fierce! (but of course la, Leon not intimidated ;))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.desperate-pages.de/Desperate-Housewives.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.desperate-pages.de/Desperate-Housewives.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, I'm starting to think that "If You're Not The One" is a pretty desperate song - sure, the melody is nice but the lyrics is irking me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;" If you are not mine would I have the strength to stand at all?"&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Is there any way that I can stay in your arms?"&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" If I don't need you then why am I crying on my bed?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; If I don't need you then why does your name resound in my head?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; If you're not for me then why does this distance maim my life?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; If you're not for me then why do I dream of you as my wife?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayeee.. I think the guy's a pussy - no offence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, I guess you've had enough of reading about songs just as I had enough of talking about songs so let's talk about something very interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's called politics - something we experience it everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going into Secondary School from Primary School is like a transgress into a kiddy world where Spongebob smacks Patrick's ass to a world of hidden warfare where bullets are made of words and sarcasm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.westcity.com/shopimages/products/thumbnails/Badge%20Feels%20good.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.westcity.com/shopimages/products/thumbnails/Badge%20Feels%20good.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn shiok, I tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One important strategy about this warfare which is so popular as it takes little effort is called backstabbing. Very essential and vital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like a foundation for politics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All you have to do is go to someone, talk negatively about someone who is not present there and then there, you have it. Better still, if that someone believes in it (whether it's real or fake), then you'll experience a transformation called falling relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And why do we do it? Simple:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(1) To carry on a conversation, and engaging everyone who dislike the same person&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(2) You dislike that certain person but you do not want to hurt that person or you do not want to make any enemies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I admire people like Chang Sheng, seriously. He have balls, big one too (not that I peek at his balls when he pee, lah! @#$*@#I admire people like Chang Sheng, seriously. He have balls, big one too (not that I peek at his balls when he pee, lah! @#$*@#$&amp;)&lt;br /&gt;amp;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm taking this chance to advertise this here: If you want to backstab me, please do it the opposite way - say it in my face. Not that I'm challenging you, but I guess misunderstandings can be cleared or I can improve this way, thanks :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, here's something: I don't trust anyone anymore, no one but myself.  I think ignorance is bliss, and to care is to put unnecessary burden upon myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last point: I think self-inviting sucks (although I admit I do it sometimes @#*$@#).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.cartoonstock.com/newscartoons/cartoonists/bgr/lowres/bgrn781l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.cartoonstock.com/newscartoons/cartoonists/bgr/lowres/bgrn781l.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's irritating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like, you don't like that person and that damn person keep on hanging around and you don't want to make enemies with that person by telling that person to scoot off and probably go find a hobby of his or her own like drinking toilet bowl water or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But of course la, that results in backstabbing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, that's the end of my serious part of this post - pretty fiery isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But of course if you feel really pissed or disagree with my opinions feel free to tag man, I won't get pissed and slit your wrist or kill you with chlorine gas but really I'd rather engage in an intellectual discussion (HEHE, a bit the chimology huh) for the better sake of mankind :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.lspace.org/ftp/images/bookcovers/only-you-can-save-mankind.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.lspace.org/ftp/images/bookcovers/only-you-can-save-mankind.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the sidenote, Cheryl and Boon May are trustworthy people (in the sense of money), rock on man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O-level Chinese in 2 weeks time and I'm realllllly going to mug for it (time to reveal my nerd side, HEH!), serious. I want my A2 so I can skip Mother Tongue lessons forever and ever and ever and ever... (echoes on and on)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Miss Nah is a much much much better English teacher than Miss Lian definitely (can I transfer to AG3 PLEASEEEEEEEE?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aiya why am I even talking about academic subjects which are so damn boring so I'm off playing IQ puzzles while wearing really high ah pek baggy pants with loose singlet and blue slippers after flicking my mucus around my house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am soooo civilised, HAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Si Tu Me Amas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Reply to tags:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alson - YO AH PEK. Don't be so blunt ah, remember what the cards tell you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christine Lee - HEY! Yes your brother is a bad-ass beat boxer oh my God I think you can dispose of your old trusty boom box and replace it with an alive one (: And no I AM not in his class but ex-class, yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheryl - HI mao mao cong! You can have fun marrying Alson lah, grandmother, and then you all can have a laughing relationship all the way until your hair all turn white (which takes a millenium cause you got like 2826342365423412384km long hair on your body) and OMG you should come to the FHM studio and see what I wear when I model!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boon May - HEY farter (not bad word!). I swear ZY's maid is crazy man, but not as crazy as you when you laugh your high pitch laugh OMG you remind me of the witch in Snow White. Okay maybe you can act in Charcoal Black! And I sort of get the picture but I can't be bothered about it anymore!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keita - NO! In the future I'm going to rear a lovebird (that on the picture is one) which will love my clothes as much as it loves me. Ah Keita aren't you a bad girl, you don't have to HINT! You can ask nicely you intellectual conversationalist!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fang Ning - YO OH! How can you just be impressed by Jamie's post and not by my post? Her post is a follow up of my post leh! And I guess I ain't going back there (to visit) anymore, you can go back there with Astrid!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joshua - Me on the other hand, is in the compose mode and NOT in the HTML mode. Pretty stupid problem, giving me lots of problems!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chee Yang - Aiyah, sorry lah :) I'm not as hardcore as you can remember the name of ALL the 21938072347846238327543286 games you play daily! HEHE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parvesh - Haha, logical post you mean? Aiya don't know him and what's his problem lah, don't care also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ee Sheen - Oh well bloggers problem comes by day and night and afternoon and morning so can't help it too. Got night cycling sometime jio me along kay ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rina - Updates subjectable to mood lah, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Josephine - Heeeeeeey, MAN of talent! I think I'm going to train myself playing that puzzle until I can beat you, you tyco! (PS: I don't care about that anymore, can't be bothered)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone - Thanks dear, but I don't think it works leh @#$&amp;amp;@#$ I refresh don't know how many peanuts thousand times also don't work for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hui Min - This is call cunning mah, it's an exam technique okay! Essay if you don't know what to write and don't feel confident about your answer just ANYHOW WHACK, copy from whatever text is given! (although not advisable lah, do it only when your desperate!) Yeah, I think, when you try too hard to impress a girl, it REALLY turns her off. You feel me? (not asking you to molest me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ariel - Hi ArIiEuUlxZ!~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17396148-6292297155715619369?l=ohleon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohleon.blogspot.com/feeds/6292297155715619369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17396148&amp;postID=6292297155715619369' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17396148/posts/default/6292297155715619369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17396148/posts/default/6292297155715619369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohleon.blogspot.com/2007/05/looks-like-people-are-saying-that-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Ayaka Keiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02359269450838063495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17396148.post-3727881598674788751</id><published>2007-05-13T22:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-13T22:59:30.798+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I happened to chance upon this really interesting argument by Jamie that was written one month ago exactly, with the courtesy of Tan Boon May. This is a bit teeny weeny long though, so it's a big mass of words so for the better sake of mankind I think I should color it but unfortunately that dumb blogger brown patch problem doesn't allow me to do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;The second point... Is about attraction of girls and guys. Which i got from leon's blog:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Right. We've all been through this step - rejected, reject others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Oh well. What has come to past has became a valuable lesson to me. Gone were the days where I immaturely pursued a girl's love with presents, mushy messages and lots of sincerity. Seriously, I thought they would work, accompanied with lots of sweet tongue and all those lovey dovey things you see on television serials.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Now I know who to trust - not those stupid television dramas, not those romantic movies, and definitely not Parvesh! (LOL)What seemed like a wooing strategy for us guys (all the romantic candlelit dinner, buying hella lots of gifts and declaring your undying love for her) is just a complete turn off for the ladies.Like, really turn off.Not logical? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nevermind, let me put this across - the effect all this "wooing strategy" have is simple, you make her scared of you, she puts up your defences and WHAM. Bye for a century.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;For guys, it's going to be different when some hot sizzling babe goes up to you and pour out all her love to you! You will be like, WOW, YES, I'm in cloud 9!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Guys are like switches, girls are like volume knobs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;It takes a moment to attract a guy but it takes a process to attract a girl.Doing such stuff like giving lots of presents and declaring your undying love just makes you look desperate, an extreme turn off for the ladies!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Attraction is a tough thing for guys to learn. Yet ladies grasp them well, like naturally - playing hard to get, making you miss them, a little touch here and there, suspense.. ETC. Makes you crazy no?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hope u don't mind me just copying it straight. =P too lazy to summarise it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Well, i DO agree to it to some extent... oh no, cannot say some... Mdm rozy would kill me for writing that in SS. =P hmmm, lets just say half of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I guess i have to agree that guys can be attracted really quickly, while girls need time. =) But of course there is an explanation to it. Girls are by nature more sensitive, more observant, and more concern about 'details'. While guys mostly have a certain extend of 'heck -care' attitude. And i can say that girls are more serious in this kinda situation, and most girls would and will put all their heart on the line. An obvious example, girls take a long time to get over a relationship, with many days spent on crying and heartache, while guys... i'm not saying they don't feel any heartache at all, cuz of course they do! However, most guys get over it quicker than girls.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Another point i agree in is 'turn offs'. Being too direct in confessing feelings IS a major turn off. Esp if the relationship/friendship is not yet stable. EG, u don't even know the person well. Or like from my previous discussion topic, u hardly even talk in REAL LIFE!! Most girls would turn to rejecting as they do not know how to handle the 'extra, super, difficult and mind boggling question' which can actually be a one word answers to guys. Why? Girls takes it more seriously.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;(added point. Guys who comes in too strong are big turn offs too. Cuz, they tend to invade the girl's privacy and she may think ur irritating. Plus, it would only make matters worse if she don't even knoe u that well. So another hint... Get close to girls first. Rushing it would mean... GONE CASE. )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;However, this does not include those who both have feelings for each other. This scenario would most likely have a happy ending... Don't u think it's so beautiful when 2 ppl confesses that they BOTH have feelings for each other. &lt;333&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Okay, i'm getting carried away by DRAMA series. But hey, it DOES happen in real life!!! Think about it, issn't that how couples are formed? A certain percentage of them to be specific.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Now for the disagreements. Since i'm already on the topic of drama series, might as well continue. Many people think that whatever that happens in those romantic drama series and movies are all... PURE CRAP. But after much thinking, maybe some parts are exaggerated (which totally makes those drama series interesting!) , but there is still a possibility it does happen in real life... What people call, the MIRICLES. Do u believe in miracles?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;However, i do not encourage people to go believe in fairy tale endings. Just that, it MAY happen. But it would be better to go do something about ur liking that to wait for... FATE... i believe in actions. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;The fact that guys are like switches... Do u think it's easy to attract a guy???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Firstly, to prevent and misunderstanding and interpretation, i, Jamie Lim have NEVER tried to be desperate and get a guy's attention or attraction... Soon???? One day???? eh, maybe NOT. i don't believe in being desperate. =P ( The attention i refer to is liking. Sexual appeal and so on. Obviously not counting getting guys to listen to my views and what so not.^^)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;okay, i think i have had some similar conversation with some friends on " It's hard to get a guy's attention", which was a HOT topic for me as i wanted to explore it further and prove my point. =) Oh, it was inspired by... my COUSIN! =x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;The final product of the conversation is that. I feel that it IS hard to get a guy's attention/attraction. UNLESS, he is single and MAYBE desperate for a companion. It is said that most would go with the flow. Guess guys are less picky while girls tend to be more fussy. =X&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;2nd point, it even harder to get a guy's attention when he is chasing some other girl. Why? SOME guys treat it like a challenge... And truth is, that they ARE in control of how they get the girl. Be it romantic dinners, presents or just simply confessing feelings. TRUTH, guys do the chasing. U hardly see girls chasing guys... i hope not... hmmmm...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Back to point. ( sorry to those who are getting bored about my 'beating around the bush'. new ideas are popping up in my overloaded brain that i'm repeating at time to pack more points in. =P) Since guys are in control of how the relationship generates over time, they can plan? or plot?. They usually can see the whole process and work towards the goal, which is... getting the girl to like him. Thus treating it as a challenge and the confident that he can achieve it would keep him going till the goal is met. ( psychological thinking).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;3rd point. Girls CAN and are easy to attract. Oh no, u may think i'm confused or mad cause i sound as if i am contradicting myself. HOWEVER, the before paragraph on the same point is explaining girls character and why they CANNOT be attracted INSTANTLY. =) This is talking about attraction and not counting time limits. See the link? =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Now, why do i say girls are easy to attract. Firstly, girls are soft hearted, and can be 'touched' easily. Seen drama series when the guy simply have to stand in the pouring rain outside the girl's house and the girl would forgive him for whatever he has done? Same concept here. Sincerity and actions to prove it can soften the girl's 'heart' and in turn, getting the girl's love. Why? Those actions prove that the guy is trust-able. Oh no, i have just gave guys a huge hint in the woo-ing strategy. Lol, carry on learning and improving!! =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Last point. Hot and famous ppl are SUPER hard to attract. This somehow applies to both girls and guys. I think the peer influence that they ARE hot cause higher expectation to one-self and thus resulting in being more fussy. ( Impt point, i am NOT referring to ppl who are famous for knowing and talking alot to the opp sex (flirts) AND those who are popular for being outspoken and thick skinned! eg, self-proclaimed HOT)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;(All these points are gathered from the friends i have asked and discussed with. From different ppl's views. So if u feel that u have more to add, a need to disagree or agree, pls do so! =) help me improve the points on ATTRACTION)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;AND, i'm giving 'hints' NOT because i want someone to try get my attention. Just adding into the topic and helping the female species??? LOL...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Whew. Sorry for not being able to quote and color for the good of your eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First and foremost, I have to shamefully admit that I do not have the same blogging stamina as Miss Jamie Lim to write a structured essay with the support of a major peer to peer discussion to follow-up my blog post, so, salutations to the long-winded bamboo! (:P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But similar to how our beloved follow-up blogger has posted, I'd have my go on the disagreements but I'll save my breath on the agreements (hehe, so cheapskate!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However I have to emphasis her last point, which I think is very becoming and I detest it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fact that you are born with natural good looks and because of that you get compliments every now and then from your peers saying your hot and stuff and this results in high self esteem and arrogance (this not mentioned in the argument, though) , which obviously, sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one likes arrogance, playful ego is fine, but not that extreme ego whereby you screw someone's mood entirely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, putting that aside, let's get to the disagreement:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not believe in drama serials whereby the poor guy have to stand under the pouring rain outside the evil girl's house just to obtain forgiveness. I mean, if I was to put myself into the shoes of the girl, I would have actually PITIED the guy for his dumb intellect and his foolishness and be overwhelmed with guilt as I am the reason that he got himself sick and land himself into hospital or whatsoever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I wouldn't feel touched but guilty, definitely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy MOTHER'S day to all mothers!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Everyday I learn more about people around me, negatively, and positively.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17396148-3727881598674788751?l=ohleon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohleon.blogspot.com/feeds/3727881598674788751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17396148&amp;postID=3727881598674788751' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17396148/posts/default/3727881598674788751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17396148/posts/default/3727881598674788751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohleon.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-happened-to-chance-upon-this-really.html' title=''/><author><name>Ayaka Keiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02359269450838063495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17396148.post-1650462726612901935</id><published>2007-05-12T12:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-12T12:50:25.758+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Due to the enormous pressure given by all these self proclaimed elderly relatives of mine and the inability to resist boredom, I have decided to give in and update after a loathesome delay of approximately 20 days!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes I'm blogging despite the really irritating brown patch problem, which, somehow only me, Ee Sheen and Alson has it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Lxz074S-QnY/RkU95wxipvI/AAAAAAAAA7k/2AxHUadLBpI/s1600-h/brown.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Lxz074S-QnY/RkU95wxipvI/AAAAAAAAA7k/2AxHUadLBpI/s200/brown.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063521418602522354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seems like Boon May has lost her passion to blog too. I guess this blogging business get boring after awhile and the only driving motivation is the friends that tag on your tagboard. (Cheryl don't think you last one to tag then I blog means you very special ah! Okay fine you are special, cause where in the world can you find such a hairy person?!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, exams are over, but for the first time in 4 years I never felt the post-exam delightful mood. I guess it's just the fact that when you know prelim is coming up soon and that you have to stay back 2 weeks during the holiday, it sort of kill the celebrating mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of events happened during the exam period and regretably my short-term 64Mb brain cannot store all the details that happened and it will probably bore the boxers out of you so I might as well skip talking about it :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But here's some pictures that I have taken that would help refresh my memory:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Lxz074S-QnY/RkU_aQxipwI/AAAAAAAAA7s/nUmoc3Z-udU/s1600-h/DSC02425.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Lxz074S-QnY/RkU_aQxipwI/AAAAAAAAA7s/nUmoc3Z-udU/s200/DSC02425.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063523076459898626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Lxz074S-QnY/RkU_awxipxI/AAAAAAAAA70/-wuKmY_PBDs/s1600-h/DSC02429.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Lxz074S-QnY/RkU_awxipxI/AAAAAAAAA70/-wuKmY_PBDs/s200/DSC02429.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063523085049833234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Lxz074S-QnY/RkU_bAxipyI/AAAAAAAAA78/WW2s-lJAvYg/s1600-h/DSC02430.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Lxz074S-QnY/RkU_bAxipyI/AAAAAAAAA78/WW2s-lJAvYg/s200/DSC02430.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063523089344800546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's night cycling with Ee Sheen at Bedok Reservoir. Never did I know that Ee Sheen could be such a nice person to converse with until that day - so I guess as humans we shan't judge people by their covers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The scenery was great and the weather was cooling and for once in the mundane exam period I conversed so much with a person, so much that I ran out of saliva :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Lxz074S-QnY/RkVAkAxipzI/AAAAAAAAA8E/n1ebryxyr8M/s1600-h/DSC02443.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Lxz074S-QnY/RkVAkAxipzI/AAAAAAAAA8E/n1ebryxyr8M/s200/DSC02443.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063524343475250994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Lxz074S-QnY/RkVAkQxip0I/AAAAAAAAA8M/3Uncgz5vWF0/s1600-h/DSC02445.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Lxz074S-QnY/RkVAkQxip0I/AAAAAAAAA8M/3Uncgz5vWF0/s200/DSC02445.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063524347770218306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Lxz074S-QnY/RkVAkwxip1I/AAAAAAAAA8U/MJZ74kbhUlY/s1600-h/DSC02447.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Lxz074S-QnY/RkVAkwxip1I/AAAAAAAAA8U/MJZ74kbhUlY/s200/DSC02447.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063524356360152914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Lxz074S-QnY/RkVAlAxip2I/AAAAAAAAA8c/UcW-6xzpVbk/s1600-h/DSC02448.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Lxz074S-QnY/RkVAlAxip2I/AAAAAAAAA8c/UcW-6xzpVbk/s200/DSC02448.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063524360655120226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Lxz074S-QnY/RkVAlQxip3I/AAAAAAAAA8k/K2Tq23CSFt4/s1600-h/DSC02452.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Lxz074S-QnY/RkVAlQxip3I/AAAAAAAAA8k/K2Tq23CSFt4/s200/DSC02452.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063524364950087538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Lxz074S-QnY/RkVAuAxip4I/AAAAAAAAA8s/Jq4NoQOaSQk/s1600-h/DSC02451.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Lxz074S-QnY/RkVAuAxip4I/AAAAAAAAA8s/Jq4NoQOaSQk/s200/DSC02451.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063524515273942914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walk from Somerset all the way to Clarke Quay, call me crazy, HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess everyone needs some time by themselves to reflect on what's happening around them and about themselves in this hectic lifestyle that we have in Singapore, and the walk really helped - self-realization, reflection, improvement, bla bla bla, all the crap that we learnt during CE lessons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as I walked by Dhouby Ghaut MRT, nolstagia overwhelmed, memories started flooding in - the friends, the lessons, the troubles, the joys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I've moved on, but the lessons I learnt have not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And on my way I saw Jowie (I think that's how you spell that name) and surprisingly I still remember her, and I guess she still looks as cute as ever (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HEY, compliments from Leon don't come easily you know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Lxz074S-QnY/RkVDXQxip5I/AAAAAAAAA80/Pi3Km_bhD8M/s1600-h/DSC02481.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Lxz074S-QnY/RkVDXQxip5I/AAAAAAAAA80/Pi3Km_bhD8M/s200/DSC02481.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063527422966802322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Lxz074S-QnY/RkVDXgxip6I/AAAAAAAAA88/IMK6BHZ7BUI/s1600-h/DSC02488.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Lxz074S-QnY/RkVDXgxip6I/AAAAAAAAA88/IMK6BHZ7BUI/s200/DSC02488.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063527427261769634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Lxz074S-QnY/RkVDXwxip7I/AAAAAAAAA9E/WxeUn0AOwPg/s1600-h/Picture%2B156.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Lxz074S-QnY/RkVDXwxip7I/AAAAAAAAA9E/WxeUn0AOwPg/s200/Picture%2B156.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063527431556736946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Lxz074S-QnY/RkVDYAxip8I/AAAAAAAAA9M/ahEW5RoQVuc/s1600-h/Picture%2B158.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Lxz074S-QnY/RkVDYAxip8I/AAAAAAAAA9M/ahEW5RoQVuc/s200/Picture%2B158.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063527435851704258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Lxz074S-QnY/RkVDYgxip9I/AAAAAAAAA9U/tx7gj59jz8Y/s1600-h/Picture%2B161.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Lxz074S-QnY/RkVDYgxip9I/AAAAAAAAA9U/tx7gj59jz8Y/s200/Picture%2B161.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063527444441638866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Lxz074S-QnY/RkVDuwxip-I/AAAAAAAAA9c/8-lOqB0Eh_U/s1600-h/ioo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Lxz074S-QnY/RkVDuwxip-I/AAAAAAAAA9c/8-lOqB0Eh_U/s200/ioo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063527826693728226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures with the courtesy of Alson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was yesterday, so the details should be as clear as NEWater in my head!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Vivocity and became the sugar daddy for the whole bunch of people who brought very little money @#$&amp;@#$.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to the wading pool on the roof floor to er, play. Which obviously I became the innocent victim between the raging water wars between Zhen Yuan and Boon May. Come all the way to Harbourfront just to get wet?!  *@#$@#&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Boon May and Cheryl dressed until very GLAM to Vivocity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May was wearing this pink shirt and yellow sweater with this realllllllly obiang ah pek shorts (eh no offense ok!) while Cheryl was wearing don't know what event top with something slightly longer than FBT shorts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we went to watch the movie, Spiderman 3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'm on the supportive side rather than the criticising side. The storyline's pretty good, although a little bit too fantasy and lame (well what can you expect from a super hero movie?!) while the graphics was pretty superb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Vivocity's movie theatre is realllllly enormous man. I feel like a mouse in there ._. But there's a bad side to it - you can't really see the whole screen if you sit in the front rows, which unfortunately, we did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never, ever, sit beside Alson during a movie if you want no sudden burst of laughter that will start a chain reaction of laughters or an unexpected lean on your shoulder! &amp;$#@$&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm skin sensitive (;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The air-con was freezing cold and even May the charcoal who was suppose to be warm and burning felt cold, and I have no idea how Cheryl could cope with the cold with what she was wearing. I spectulate that her really long hair all over the body kept her warm, which means, her leg hair could be jolly well as long as your blanket! EW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Zhen Yuan's house after the movie and played with HIS BIRD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When HIS BIRD climbed on top of my shoulder it felt VERY GOOD as it was TICKLISH and SHARP. Once HIS BIRD even climbed on top of my head and PLAYED AROUND on my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Free dinner at his house, with the courtesy of his parents of course. Very nice people. And he has a really cool maid - if only my maid was as talkative as her then probably my house would be much more lively.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And LOL the maid offered to give May this semi transparent lingerie, WTF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Friday the 11th's morning was a disaster, so, I will forget everything that has happened that morning and act as if nothing has happened - it will be much happier and better this way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WEEEEEE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm off to play my CNC3 Tiberian Wars (don't jealous!) and later go for class and ultimately Mother's day dinner (yum, seafood!), toodles!&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/17396148-1650462726612901935?l=ohleon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohleon.blogspot.com/feeds/1650462726612901935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17396148&amp;postID=1650462726612901935' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17396148/posts/default/1650462726612901935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17396148/posts/default/1650462726612901935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohleon.blogspot.com/2007/05/due-to-enormous-pressure-given-by-all.html' title=''/><author><name>Ayaka Keiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02359269450838063495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Lxz074S-QnY/RkU95wxipvI/AAAAAAAAA7k/2AxHUadLBpI/s72-c/brown.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17396148.post-1417285875758760717</id><published>2007-04-22T15:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-22T16:12:36.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of Speakers</title><content type='html'>Disclaimer: Song will stir up extreme feelings!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/s-ql6YC0gJM"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/s-ql6YC0gJM" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"If You're Not The One"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you’re not the one then why does my soul feel glad today?&lt;br /&gt;If you’re not the one then why does my hand fit yours this way?&lt;br /&gt;If you are not mine then why does your heart return my call&lt;br /&gt;If you are not mine would I have the strength to stand at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll never know whatthe future brings&lt;br /&gt;But I know you're here with me now&lt;br /&gt;We’ll make it through&lt;br /&gt;And I hope you are the one I share my life with&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t want to run away but I can’t take it, I don’t understand&lt;br /&gt;If I’m not made for you then why does my heart tell me that I am?&lt;br /&gt;Is there any way that I can stay in your arms?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I don’t need you then why am I crying on my bed?&lt;br /&gt;If I don’t need you then why does your name resound in my head?&lt;br /&gt;If you’re not for me then why does this distance maim my life?&lt;br /&gt;If you’re not for me then why do I dream of you as my wife?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know why you’re so far away&lt;br /&gt;But I know that this much is true&lt;br /&gt;We’ll make it through&lt;br /&gt;And I hope you are the one I share my life with&lt;br /&gt;And I wish that you could be the one I die with&lt;br /&gt;And I pray in you’re the one I build my home with&lt;br /&gt;I hope I love you all my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t want to run away but I can’t take it, I don’t understand&lt;br /&gt;If I’m not made for you then why does my heart tell me that I am&lt;br /&gt;Is there any way that I can stay in your arms?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Cause I miss you, body and soul so strong that it takes my breath away&lt;br /&gt;And I breathe you into my heart and pray for the strength to stand today&lt;br /&gt;‘Cause I love you, whether it’s wrong or right&lt;br /&gt;And though I can’t be with you tonight&lt;br /&gt;You know my heart is by your side&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t want to run away but I can’t take it, I don’t understand&lt;br /&gt;If I’m not made for you then why does my heart tell me that I am&lt;br /&gt;Is there any way that I could stay in your arms&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bloody nice song, alongside with Taylor Hick's "Do I Make You Proud".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was browsing through Boon May's blog when I'm bored to tears after studying Geography (yeah, I know, deadlyyyy subject, running through Sec 3 work and Sec 4 work!) and that was where I heard this familiar tune.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard it first on Fang Ning's old blog, then I began singing it like every day and TRIED, okay, tried, to play the song but since I'm a novice in guitar playing so.. you get the idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then as the daily routine of life seeped in I began to forget about such a wonderful song. I must say though, the music video was pretty monotonous -- it's just Daniel singing and singing in some kind of thunderstorm background, meh, I think I can do better than that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But of course I can't sing as well as him, lah. Angelic voice, so unlike the demonic voice Cheryl has anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reminder to self: Bring Astrid's present tomorrow @!#&amp;!@# (yah that's the real person, not my bike!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and happy belated birthday to Astrid, HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was crappy. Cycled to school in the unearthly hours of the day with Melson all the way from Tampines to school, just to take SS Mock test. And guess what, to my horror, the test isn't even going to be marked!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I must say that studying for it actually inspired (is that the right word now, Lou?) me to play Rome Total War again. Hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cycling back to school was horrible because we ended up on some expressway in Changi. Don't ask me why but you can push the blame on having nothing to do at home and hence the exploration spirit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We cycled the whole stretch of East Coast Park - from the damn light house to the deserted National Service Safra Resort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't mind me, but sometimes I really detest cycling on roads because of some idiotic drivers who have little anger management and they think that honking innocent cyclists is fun (even though the cyclists DO make space for the car to pass).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JERKS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Putting bad experiences aside,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Lxz074S-QnY/RisW3ZIxfpI/AAAAAAAAA7U/wOdOzclgZCA/s1600-h/DSC02420.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Lxz074S-QnY/RisW3ZIxfpI/AAAAAAAAA7U/wOdOzclgZCA/s200/DSC02420.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056160147549814418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TADA. Two new adorable Walkman compatible Sony Ericsson speakers has joined the ranks in Leon's sleek equipments' Army!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great sound quality, light and beautiful! And the main purpose of this speakers? No, not act as a boombox (well it can, because my walkman has a radio function too) but instead act as bicycle speakers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sounds dumb? Not when you have the passion of cycling and hearing music at the same time - with these speakers there's no need for Leon to plug on his ear piece while cycling and PLUS he can share his tunes to the world now! (and not to mention irritate people HAHA)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Lxz074S-QnY/RisW3pIxfqI/AAAAAAAAA7c/XA_FIj6__vo/s1600-h/DSC02421.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Lxz074S-QnY/RisW3pIxfqI/AAAAAAAAA7c/XA_FIj6__vo/s200/DSC02421.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056160151844781730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not cheap, 55 bucks, but I sold my 1.5 GB worth of Memory Stick to the uncle in order to compensate for this, something like a trade-in, lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who wants to sell their Memory Sticks, sell them fast! That's because the price is dropping very rapidly due to their new mini M2 sticks cousin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, gotta go back to Rome: Total War now, ciao!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;You can stay in my arms for eternity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17396148-1417285875758760717?l=ohleon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohleon.blogspot.com/feeds/1417285875758760717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17396148&amp;postID=1417285875758760717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17396148/posts/default/1417285875758760717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17396148/posts/default/1417285875758760717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohleon.blogspot.com/2007/04/of-speakers.html' title='Of Speakers'/><author><name>Ayaka Keiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02359269450838063495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Lxz074S-QnY/RisW3ZIxfpI/AAAAAAAAA7U/wOdOzclgZCA/s72-c/DSC02420.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17396148.post-2653610293082301799</id><published>2007-04-20T21:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-20T22:35:06.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of Oral</title><content type='html'>EDIT: Enjoy this video shared by Melson :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/oe4teUFUmNg"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/oe4teUFUmNg" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Self explanatory :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/3/31/Dancing_Banana.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/3/31/Dancing_Banana.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the banana in the drama mama rumbling rama?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big protest to the emo protests!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I where got EMO? I am not as Emo Elmo as Fang Ning or Olivia (also known as Mummy's girl) and I am perfectly fine - as high and retarded as crazy Cheryl whom I heard is Woodbridge's most noctorious patient!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, I regard this really weird phenomenon of Leon staring blankly into outer space and suddenly going quiet as the preparation for Mid-Year Examinations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.americaslibrary.gov/assets/es/ar/es_ar_toad_1_e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.americaslibrary.gov/assets/es/ar/es_ar_toad_1_e.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mid-Year is like, in a blink of an eye but I haven't started because I just don't get the 'feel'. Yah, studying needs the feel and I'm trying to get there HOPEFULLY without getting people calling me EMO ELMO NEMO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a total sidenote, today's Oral examination (Mother Tongue) sucked, like completely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm done with the sidenote.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, if you see me staring out of the window and not disturbing Grace Chow En En (the "ang moh" girl who sits in front of me with that brown freckles and reeks of chlorine and who regularly threatens me physically and emotionally with her pink scissors) at all, do not label me as emo, thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, got Astrid geared back up again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Lxz074S-QnY/Rii__5IxfoI/AAAAAAAAA7M/dxTV4V0N3CY/s1600-h/DSC02412.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Lxz074S-QnY/Rii__5IxfoI/AAAAAAAAA7M/dxTV4V0N3CY/s200/DSC02412.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055501686113664642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, my bike is named Astrid, in case you do not know and mistake me as a paedophile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Replaced the shifter, switched to better quality road tyres (very costly) and greased the chain so thoroughly the chain literally ice skates, bought a light due to the request of my mum, all in the budget of 120 bucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All paid by mum, mum rocks! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Lxz074S-QnY/Rii__pIxfnI/AAAAAAAAA7E/9WUKQ8HUtvU/s1600-h/DSC02411.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Lxz074S-QnY/Rii__pIxfnI/AAAAAAAAA7E/9WUKQ8HUtvU/s200/DSC02411.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055501681818697330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And fixed a stand for the better sake of humanity for those who want to 'long bang' (&lt;s&gt;pimp my&lt;/s&gt; ride!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next on the list: Better gears, and a speaker fixed on the bike to play music from my walkman phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.areamobile.de/images/handies/sonyericsson/W610i/200702061307W610i_300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.areamobile.de/images/handies/sonyericsson/W610i/200702061307W610i_300.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH and talking about walkman phone, the new walkman phone is sooooo damn sleek but too bad it's not compatible with obese Memory Sticks (it's only compatible with M2 sticks, those really cute and small one).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got 5.5GB worth of Memory Sticks, damn !@#%&amp;#$ (not showing off, really!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's even thinner than the CD case, oh my holy moly! But from the different opinions that my friends have, it doesn't seem to be that good as it looks. Well, how can you squeeze a good quality chip in such a small piece of plastic anyway?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://big5.chinabroadcast.cn/gate/big5/gb.cri.cn/mmsource/images/2007/01/25/ne070125091.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://big5.chinabroadcast.cn/gate/big5/gb.cri.cn/mmsource/images/2007/01/25/ne070125091.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that I think it's buttons are ridiculously small, how to message?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next time if I was to get a new phone (that will occur once my mum gets another voucher, yipee!), I'd get a phone with Windows or palmtop (AHAHAHA imagine a student carrying a palmtop to school).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, next topic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.tanjongkatongsec.moe.edu.sg/pix/hum_009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.tanjongkatongsec.moe.edu.sg/pix/hum_009.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it's just pissing off for Mrs Chen just to tell the netballers not to play with the Secondary Fours, okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, it occured today, Mrs Chen reprimanded the netballers because they played with us - reason because their grades were falling, I heard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the fart!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can't blame us for falling results just because of only ONE WEEK of playing netball every day after school CAN YOU! Have you ever heard of "All work no play make Jack a god damn gay"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yah, we are not studying machines - we have fluctuating grades at time and I think that sports are perfectly a fine way to relieve us from stress. Even machines overheat, and they need cooling. Same for humans, too much work, no play, you breakdown and you start slitting your wrist with your textbook pages instead of pulling up your grades, so it all boils down to the same result!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which one better? Play sports or slitting your wrist with your cursed textbook pages?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously playing sports - you get to become physically fit and you can breathe in Singapore's brilliant air and also help the drink stall uncle to earn more money buy frequently buying Green Tea bottles. It's like killling many many kuku bird with one stone, so beneficial right!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With sports, even emo nemo people like Fang Ning or mummy girl Olivia can get a chance to relax from their hectic lifestyle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her prevention came at a right time - at least there won't be games going on next week (where we ought to prepare for mid-year, unless your a staunch study-hater). If there were games, even people that just got the 'feel' to study will be tempted to play by the angelic sound of the ball bouncing and of course the hot players (HAHAHA)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it's pretty much a double-edge sword, just that I'm more to the criticism side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing off and GOOD LUCK FOR YOUR MID YEARS :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.capetownskies.com/1058/00_rainbow_mzbgb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.capetownskies.com/1058/00_rainbow_mzbgb.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;OH YES I EMBRACE HAPPY HARDCORE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Reply to tags:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ee Sheen - Don't worry, no one does! And I don't bother finding their videos LOL, I don't want to see people burping about their obsession with human dismemberance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Justin - HAHAHA. What a strong reaction! But yeah, same sentiments, HORRIBLE chromograph of tribal people coming of nowhere to dance to burpings LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nicole - Zoom zoom zoom! But I always don't see you around leh! I see Jasmine more than you :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Navin - I don't know either, and I don't want to know :P It's more horrible than shaving off Navin's facial hair BWAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fang Ning - Xiao Hei! You got too much nicknames already, and HAHA to your failed attempts of trying to make me fall of the bike (must grow long legs like me, flexible one too :P) Maybe you can burp too by drinking hell ass loads of Ice Mountain, try it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lemuel - Haha yup, I use it to store my loose change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Astrid - Lol spacepig! Oh yeah, remember to remind me about you-know-what on Sunday okay, later I scared I forgot again! (oops, sorry :P, too much things to remember you see)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amirul - It's something interesting to gossip about when you have no other thing under the sun to relate to, SERIOUSLY! Fancy Fillet-O-Intestines, McBrain or Vomit Large Size? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alson - LOL, no thanks. I scared Boon May vandalise my foolscap paper again, if she does it again, it'll burn, seriously! (she wrote 'U GO BURN!') Foolscap expensive leh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ariel - Yah lah every day see you, and you are ALWAYS more emo than me! Oh well for this mid-year better not take the 3 advices but instead GO STUDY CHEM lah, bom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheryl - YES, just as crazy as this giant hairy kuku stick insect that has 3 metre long chest hair which needs to be curled up by the comb hairdressers use when they perm their customer's hair. Get well soon! (my reply so cheeeeeeerful, sure will one la)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hui Min - You then emo nemo lah! Our school where got TKG girl? You mean you ah, the FUTURE TKG girl? Don't be sad, you can always talk to your girlfriends through the delightful barbed wire fence near the basketball court!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joel - No offence but I think emo music is pretty okay, when I'm down and such, I do prefer listening to emo music rather than pop music or some hardcore dance music running at 160 beat per minutes or more, but that don't last long :D I tend to get over stuff pretty fast. Yup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anony - LOL. Oh well if Singapore Idol showcase such a burping talent then maybe the judges will be impressed. Now, let's drown ourself in coke! Burp!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boon May- HEY NERDY Ah May. Your new hair is the most retro hair in town, because it compliments your nerdy blue specs! It's okay, I know your eyes burnt the contacts, I'll buy you one pair for your birthday, okay? :D Thanks for the message today BTW (and I'm not EMO you CHARCOAL)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Manoo - LOL. Well, you never know, their vocalist might be Poh Heng in disguise... *snickers*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Passerby - Sort of and half not, I got the fundamental knowledge but I do not own a turntable yet (although I do use virtual turntables, sometimes, when I'm bored).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17396148-2653610293082301799?l=ohleon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohleon.blogspot.com/feeds/2653610293082301799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17396148&amp;postID=2653610293082301799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17396148/posts/default/2653610293082301799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17396148/posts/default/2653610293082301799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohleon.blogspot.com/2007/04/of-oral.html' title='Of Oral'/><author><name>Ayaka Keiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02359269450838063495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Lxz074S-QnY/Rii__5IxfoI/AAAAAAAAA7M/dxTV4V0N3CY/s72-c/DSC02412.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17396148.post-9112389066327363176</id><published>2007-04-17T19:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-17T20:29:14.022+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of Best Friend</title><content type='html'>EDIT: I swear, some additional research on Cannibal Corpse made me laugh like crazy bananas on ecstacy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check this song out and you'll know why, it's a new song, released in 2006.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/NDCk-NhHtd/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/NDCk-NhHtd/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHA. I bet you don't understand what in the world they are CROAKING, okay fine, BURPING (according to EMO Fang Ning), do you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you do, congratulations, you get A0 for English for 'O' Levels straight away, no doubt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If not, here's for the better sake of all humanity:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;a name="11"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(221, 221, 221);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;11. Maniacal&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Music and lyrics by Alex Webster]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rage, taking control of my mind&lt;br /&gt;Driving me to&lt;br /&gt;Kill without mercy&lt;br /&gt;I see red&lt;br /&gt;Blood on&lt;br /&gt;My hands&lt;br /&gt;My knife&lt;br /&gt;Crazed, boiling blood pumps through my heart&lt;br /&gt;Pushing me to&lt;br /&gt;Respond with violence&lt;br /&gt;I spill their&lt;br /&gt;Blood with&lt;br /&gt;Vicious&lt;br /&gt;Cruelty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maniacal&lt;br /&gt;Psychopath&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slash through the crowd of faces leaving a trail of bloody dead&lt;br /&gt;Hold down the scumbag, slice off his ear, gouge out his fucking eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pounding the human maggots, broken bones cause screams of pain&lt;br /&gt;Femur pokes through the muscles in his upper leg, I wrench it out with force&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stabbing the faces&lt;br /&gt;Knocking out teeth with my nail spiked bat&lt;br /&gt;Internal damage&lt;br /&gt;Trauma from beatings causes organs to burst&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maniacal&lt;br /&gt;Psychopath&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Solo: Pat O'Brien]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chunks of butchered victims cover the floor in my wake&lt;br /&gt;Frenzied battery and slashing slung pieces of face on the ceilings and walls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raging violence will consume all of my damaged brain&lt;br /&gt;Ruthless murders are the only way to make this impulse abate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maniacal&lt;br /&gt;Psychopath&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;          &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Retarded, I swear. But they survived 16 YEARS (going on 17) OH MY HOLY MOLY. But seriously speaking, I think &lt;s&gt;croaking&lt;/s&gt; burping up all this albums throughout their 16 years of musical career is no small feat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Watching the MTV is like watching Saw 3!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was a friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was a good friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a best friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet, I'm not fit to be one - damn bloody hopeless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, we regret what we did. We feel guilt after we say something and we did something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, this is one of the emo post you expect to find in this cheery BLACK blog. It's like finding a needle in a haystack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH well, I'll get over it soon but.. to those whose been hurt by my words (whether if i conciously or non-conciously did it), sorry, yah? No hard feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's time I start to take sides and fucking hell stand up for what I treasure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I need a break, ciao!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17396148-9112389066327363176?l=ohleon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohleon.blogspot.com/feeds/9112389066327363176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17396148&amp;postID=9112389066327363176' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17396148/posts/default/9112389066327363176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17396148/posts/default/9112389066327363176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohleon.blogspot.com/2007/04/of-best-friend.html' title='Of Best Friend'/><author><name>Ayaka Keiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02359269450838063495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17396148.post-7084050348748389030</id><published>2007-04-16T22:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-16T22:34:57.248+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of Cannibal Corpse</title><content type='html'>Knowing Joshua is a load of fun - gregarious guy, affable and never fails to keep the atmosphere up. Along side with Josephine, they are an unbeatable pair whereby the people around them will sit there and listening to their interesting stories babbling out of their mouths for hours and hours! (no sarcasm intended)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And besides that you get to realise that most Sec 2s like listening to punk rock or metal for God knows what reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there you have it, the story of the Cannibal Corpse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.cannibalcorpse.net/gallery/gallery/promo/CannibalCorpse-161800.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.cannibalcorpse.net/gallery/gallery/promo/CannibalCorpse-161800.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They look like really innocent people with funky long hair and some of them have those curly British judges' hair. But do not let appearance fool you, my primary teacher repeatedly nagged, "Do not judge a book by its cover.".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They croak!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/I2PzagXsD0Y"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/I2PzagXsD0Y" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fancy frog soup for dinner?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and yes if you think you can't figure out what the banana they are singing about (well actually they seem to be doing some tribal ritual, gasp!), same sentiments here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait till you check the lyrics of their songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn cheerful :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;a name="4"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(221, 221, 221);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;4. Mangled&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Lyrics by Chris and Paul]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Demolition of bodies, smashed and broken, piles of guts, moist and steaming&lt;br /&gt;Tendons severing, brains are boiling, unburied corpses in state of decay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rotten limbs start to ferment, torso's torn in two&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Skin ripped off to expose muscle tissue, butchered for human stew&lt;br /&gt;Crawl into the cadaver head first, eat your way through the guts&lt;br /&gt;The purgent smell of decaying innards is enough to drive you nuts&lt;br /&gt;The spleen of the carcass is oozing from your mouth&lt;br /&gt;As you &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;chew on the piss filled kidney's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Suck the vomit through intestines&lt;/span&gt;, leaving nothing but bones&lt;br /&gt;Violently cutting, seriously hacking, sounds of death fill the air&lt;br /&gt;Bones sticking out, ripped from sockets, blood spurting everywhere&lt;br /&gt;Victim lying dead, neck but no head, smearing remains on your own face&lt;br /&gt;Violently cutting, seriously hacking, sounds of death fill the air&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blistering flesh, another death, stiffened bones, morbid groans&lt;br /&gt;Evil mind, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;brain oozing slime&lt;/span&gt;, feel the pain&lt;br /&gt;Body weak brain contorting, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;fluid flowing from your organs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Veins torn our, Mangled&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Festering flesh, quivering cadaver, ligaments stretched around your own neck&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Drink the pus&lt;/span&gt;, Mangled&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Severed dick, bloody bowels,&lt;/span&gt; the gutted corpse now lies hollow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Feeding on feces&lt;/span&gt;, Mangled&lt;br /&gt;Amputated arms, crushing legs, head is ripped right off your shoulders&lt;br /&gt;Thrown in a pile, Mangled&lt;br /&gt;Limbs rearranged, head on backwards a humongous heap of twisting flesh&lt;br /&gt;Sewn together, Mangled - Mangled&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His knife plunges in your cold battered body&lt;br /&gt;Blood seeping through, the jagged wounds he cuts&lt;br /&gt;Unbearable pain, give into death&lt;br /&gt;Your life slips away, perish in blood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Menacing madman mutilating&lt;br /&gt;Destroying, disfiguring, dead you'll be&lt;br /&gt;Crushing, cracking, killing you&lt;br /&gt;Annihilation, desecration&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Born through modern day science&lt;br /&gt;Man has made his last mistake&lt;br /&gt;A creature so hideously horrible&lt;br /&gt;Leaving nothing to waste&lt;br /&gt;Evil has a new face, a mangled horrible face&lt;br /&gt;His views are those of death, nothing will stop his lust&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slicing victims left to decay, listening to their mortal cries&lt;br /&gt;Unhuman, immortal, bestial, now he owns your soul&lt;br /&gt;Crawl into the cadaver head first, eat your way through the guts&lt;br /&gt;The pungent smell of decaying innards is enough to drive you nuts&lt;br /&gt;The spleen of the carcass is oozing from your mouth&lt;br /&gt;As you chew on the piss filled kidney's&lt;br /&gt;Suck the vomit through intestines, leaving nothing but bones&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Human converted to beast, the perfect killing machine&lt;br /&gt;Psychotic structure of brain tissue, murder his only memory&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dependant on death, crushing your head, I'm addicted to blood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chew the decay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Solo - Bob]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weakened man must die, tearing out his insides&lt;br /&gt;Smashing all the bones, hear his tormenting groans&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOW! That really made my day, seriously~ , nothing's more delightful than drinking pus and vomit from people's intestine. SO SHIOK, hor?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vomit Ice Blended plus extra Pus please!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this band really reminds me of DotA's Pudge. Self explanatory lah, huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.dota-allstars.com/images/lists/BTNAbomination.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.dota-allstars.com/images/lists/BTNAbomination.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Showing the power of Death in brute force, Pudge roams the battlefield searching for flesh to assimilate to his own gruesome body. Over the years, his skin has toughened to resist magic, while developing a stench potent enough to kill the bravest of heroes. With his hook he can drag enemies to their demise by his great maw in a matter of seconds. The Butcher is a monstrosity feared by enemies and allies alike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Putting the horrors aside, be prepared to see the cutest thing on Earth, with courtesy of Sarah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/m53TiC04CzU"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/m53TiC04CzU" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA. If everyone buy that and bring it in class I guarantee Mrs Huang's gonna have PMS the whole freaking year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And guess what - since that Thursday raining incident, playing netball is becoming a norm! With Mr Bok out of the way, maybe it's time for Netball to find a new coach (hint, hint, nudge, nudge)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt; Feel the rain on your skin&lt;br /&gt;No one else can feel it for you&lt;br /&gt;Only you can let it in&lt;br /&gt;No one else, no one else&lt;br /&gt;Can speak the words on your lips&lt;br /&gt;Drench yourself in words unspoken&lt;br /&gt;Live your life with arms wide open&lt;br /&gt;Today is where your book begins&lt;br /&gt;The rest is still unwritten&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Reply to tags:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wan Fong - HAHA, not my fault, your brain muscles more MUSCULAR than mine. What to do, so muscular until throw the ball with such strength until it slipped through my hand (GASP!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Josephine - YEAH. Got pattern! And you and Josh click well, you 2 can have talking competition!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meryl - Hey! Your blog songs I also have. My playlist 90 plus songs leh! Scared right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ee Sheen - Oops! I forgot to credit you :P But you won't mind lah right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hui Min - My attention span only 3 seconds. If I listen to some music, I feel like dancing, and that's it! WHAM! Gone case. Morale of the story: No going to Macs with my best friend to study (there's music and babes!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eileen - HEY MALAYSIAN. You also go rap one for me to listen lah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amirul - HAHA yes, totally agree. Singapore's society is very degree dependant. And degree comes by years of meaningless slogging through different level of education whereby you LEARN stuff that aren't necessary RELEVANT to your career/daily life. HA! Oh sure.. The China Cold War's going to be something useful for my future :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alson - HAHA Don't want leh later I end up becoming her coke, then she's going to just drop me in the toilet bowl OMG. That lumpy bumpy grumpy piece of charcoal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carmen - Don't use Master Card, use Master Carmen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boon May - AH May I swear your new hair is damn guai kia. So you prepared to give up your old lifestyle of COUGH COUGH *points to your nose and your dad's drawer* and your going-out-duing-unearthly-hours-when-Leon's-having-nightmare-about-Boon-May-burning-me adventures ah? And yah you told me that story before already. And that DOCTOR story (OMG info overload la)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheryl the Rapist - NO, NO, NO. Big fat no. You owe me one for pang-sehing the rest of us, waste my bus fee, you think funny is it! Throw sushi at your face lah! I also don't want you kowtow to me, each time you kow tow like World Trade Centre falling down like that (giant!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Justin - OMG I swear that's the most retarded story I've ever heard. I hate bus inspectors, really. And I hate bus drivers who don't let me get on with my bubble tea even though I tell them I won't throw the cup on their GOD DAMN SPARKLING CLEAN BUS @#$&amp;amp;@#$&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lemuel - Oh well, overslept, mah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Astrid - YOU bom. I think you more emo than me can, go see the smiley face video over and over again lah! Then you'll cheer up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rachel - As long as the mushroom season doesn't come, I don't blog, because the mushrooms dominated my brain and now my brain can only work when there's mushrooms growing. ALL YOUR FAULT!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17396148-7084050348748389030?l=ohleon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohleon.blogspot.com/feeds/7084050348748389030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17396148&amp;postID=7084050348748389030' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17396148/posts/default/7084050348748389030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17396148/posts/default/7084050348748389030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohleon.blogspot.com/2007/04/of-cannibal-corpse.html' title='Of Cannibal Corpse'/><author><name>Ayaka Keiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02359269450838063495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17396148.post-4590297449627540731</id><published>2007-04-13T19:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-14T14:00:55.294+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of Friday the 13th</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/yPZUWWdb9AA"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/yPZUWWdb9AA" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A day whereby I look forward to - a day where I'd feel pretty glad and happy, a day where it will end the stressful week and I was delighted when the day finally came.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But no, today just had to be Friday the 13th, such an unlucky day for the superstitious people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melson lost his boots, the boots that he was anticipating to wear for like, one week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And where'd he lose it? IN THE BUS (?!! SBS must have been a rich company, because so many people lose things in their bus, for example the wallet which I never had the heart to replace, yah, I'm still wallet-less!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, talking about SBS... (quote from Justin Khaw's blog)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SBS Bus Inspectors.&lt;/strong&gt; (Yeah SBS, come sue me for tarnishing your oh-so famous name)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After training, Waf, Imran, Mr Rad, Elyasa' &amp; I took bus 31 to PP for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;Elyasa' was using his SISTER'S ez-link card as his card got confiscated a few weeks ago.&lt;br /&gt;Now listen:&lt;br /&gt;A few weeks ago, Elyasa's ez-link card was invalid &amp;amp; there seemed to be a problem with the magnectic stuff inside, so it was unreadable &amp; stuff.&lt;br /&gt;So he was in SCHOOL UNIFORM &amp;amp; paid 55 CENTS to board the bus. Nothing strange.&lt;br /&gt;But halfway through the journey, this Bus Inspector got onto the bus &amp; checked his ez-link card. "Not working"&lt;br /&gt;Well, Elyasa' had the ticket to prove he paid.&lt;br /&gt;Here's when things get REALLY stupid. According to the Bus Inspcetor, since the EZ-Link card was INVALID (although it CLEARLY had Elyasa's face, name &amp;amp; the word "CONCESSION" written on it AND Elyasa was in SCHOOL UNIFORM), he told Elyasa to pay ADULT FARE for the whole journey. (Not cheap, around $1++)&lt;br /&gt;Well, clearly Elyasa wouldn't be happy, so he argued.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, this dumbass Bus Inspector stuck to his "reasoning" &amp; confiscated his ez-link card for no apparant fucking reason &amp;amp; made him pay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay back to today:&lt;br /&gt;Since Elyasa had NO card of his own, he was using his younger sister's card. Now when he bus inspector found out, he made Elyasa' pay 55 cents again. FOR WHAT?&lt;br /&gt;So Elyasa explained the situation that happend the previous week but these STUPID bus inspectors stuck to their reasoning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elyasa still had to pay.&lt;br /&gt;Elyasa explained that his mum said it was okay &amp; that since both are still students, it doesn't matter what card is used as long they paid the same amount.&lt;br /&gt;But this SBS BUS INSPECTOR SAID to Elyasa..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Who asked you to listen to your mother?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough said, the argument was heated up &amp;amp; practically everyone on the lower deck was watching.&lt;br /&gt;This Inspector wrongly accused Elyasa for many other "wrong doings".&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, what the hell do you want out of a student? Money? Or the "pride" of doing your job?&lt;br /&gt;Either way, these people are still annonyingly F-ed up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall stop here. Honestly, I'd NEVER allow anyone to talk to me like that.&lt;br /&gt;NEVER.&lt;br /&gt;I hope a member of the public read this, so that WHOLE world can know about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I SHARE THE SAME SENTIMENTS with Justin. Seriously, I have never liked bus inspectors at all - bastards, I call them (do you hear me swearing regularly? No. That's how much I dislike them).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once there was this screwed up bus inspector who made my EZ-link stop working just because I was a LITTLE slow in showing him my EZ-link card (you see, I was reading the papers and I didn't see him coming).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yeah thanks to him I had to replace my EZ-link. And that was my, erm, 3rd time making an EZ-link? And tomorrow's going to be my 4th time making another - because the EZ-link card totally screwed up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Lxz074S-QnY/Rh90Yp54x8I/AAAAAAAAA68/3lCLpAvdSiA/s1600-h/DSC02376.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Lxz074S-QnY/Rh90Yp54x8I/AAAAAAAAA68/3lCLpAvdSiA/s200/DSC02376.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052885273847318466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yah, I know, I sound damn angry over trivial matters like this but today is just NOT my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seems like everyone was feeling pretty emo or angry - yeah there was some dispute in the canteen too. Cough. Blame it on the 13.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yeah what a tight day tomorrow - waking up in the early morning, fixing my bike, making new EZ-link. Busy, busy, busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Lee (principal): So how's preparation for mid-year exams coming?&lt;br /&gt;Leon: Nah, haven't started.&lt;br /&gt;Mr Lee: Oh, when are you going to start?&lt;br /&gt;Leon: Erm, 1 weeks before the exams?&lt;br /&gt;Mr Lee: *Shocked face* Isn't that like, a bit too tight?&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously speaking, I can't stand preparing my exams by mugging over a LONG WHILE. Books are really not my type. Really. Besides, I prepare my daily tests on the DAY itself anyway, during recess or after school. Pretty used to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday's Meridian JC talk was F**King stressful (yeah, it's a second swear word, you should know how I feel).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Especially this, "Without a degree in university, you can't get anywhere high in Singapore.".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DEGREE really that important, meh? Why do high class bosses always gauge someone's intelligence by their level of education? I think it's pretty unfair, like really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, if someone wants to pursue their passion and they quit school cause they don't want to learn some crappy subjects that don't apply to their lives and yet they live poor lives because when bosses look at their degrees they go, SORRY no!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here, a rap by a Malaysian (I think), languages used: Cantonese, Chinese, Malay, English.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/6PmAP8GsJjk"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/6PmAP8GsJjk" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reply to tags:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keita - HAHA YOU OWE ME A PAPER ORIGAMI WALLET REMEMBER! But since you send me nice songs.. I guess we are quits!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chang Sheng - LOL. I got your point :P I swear, you win the best comedian award! Eh, facial sometime during the hols? 0=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carmen - Don't copy that then copy you fixing your cars meh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alson - YAH LOL. You laugh means Josephine laugh and when she laugh Boon May laughs the high pitch laugh that is SO FUNNY LOL so I started to laugh too! And don't cry I can watch NC16 movies soon ;) and HAHA yeah, BM burns 100cm3 of charcoal per second!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rina - Haha, okay, don't get diabetes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jet - Don't sad Jet, you can be the "slapped" family :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hui Min - HAHA yeah, volume knobs! Cause it takes time to "tune up" the attraction, whereas for guys it's like switches, INSTANT! And too bad your face naturally dao so if I mistake you as DAO-ing I also can't help it lah, yah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toilet - Busy, busy, busy, yet enjoyable and feel pretty boring and numb sometimes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheryl - You are another self denial kid! Every day every night, dream about me, tempted to COUGH COUGH. Still dare to play hard to get, I swear your going to go bonkers soon you KUKU GIANT HAIRY STICK INSECT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fang Ning - ANOTHER SELF DENIAL KID! You not king of the world, you are the king of Ice Mountain, and king over COUGH heart (PS: The Zzz one) :P Oh yah, I don't comment on your LJ cause I'm not a human!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amirul - I got link you what! And I did say it's from your blog :D Anyway, wow, you can play soccer man! (looks like small guys, okay fine, CUTE guys like us got alot of stamina)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ariel - Your English is pow-wow OMG go study in England please!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nick - Haha, will do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Astrid - Spacepigs are tasty on the barbecue too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boon May - You also GOT special powers okay, but don't worry, to save you from embarassment Leon decided to reallllly nice not to expose your DIRTY LITTLE SECRETS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daniel - YO. I'm sorry for being like, pretty emo (I'm rarely like that, you know) yah? And tell Desmund don't greet me so many times lah OMG. You know, he greet me 5 times?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17396148-4590297449627540731?l=ohleon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohleon.blogspot.com/feeds/4590297449627540731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17396148&amp;postID=4590297449627540731' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17396148/posts/default/4590297449627540731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17396148/posts/default/4590297449627540731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohleon.blogspot.com/2007/04/of-friday-13th.html' title='Of Friday the 13th'/><author><name>Ayaka Keiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02359269450838063495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Lxz074S-QnY/Rh90Yp54x8I/AAAAAAAAA68/3lCLpAvdSiA/s72-c/DSC02376.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17396148.post-2755306751617830797</id><published>2007-04-09T18:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-09T21:17:15.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of Follow-ups</title><content type='html'>EDIT: No hard feelings for those who think I sounded like a bastard writing this post, oops! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8bUkxTznujo"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8bUkxTznujo" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, I just felt like posting this video, great song :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a follow up on an excerpt of Amirul's blog:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I learnt that yeah, writing songs for someone, about someone is not good enough.&lt;/span&gt; Writing songs. I don't write songs anymore because I can't write anymore about anyone else to describe any situation. Today at the esplanade I watched with them this local singer called Shirlyn who was really singing so beautifully and well, I was thinking how she ever got the inspiration to write everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Writing all these songs basically stem from past relationships, relationships you're in and your take on each and everyone of them. I guess basically every song has this hidden message of love behind it even if it's just one word, or one verse or even one note.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I learnt that buying stuff doesn't really help. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me tell you what I've bought. I've bought tulips, I've bought cookie cakes, I've bought mentos, I've bought green tea. I bought a Prints box, a Prints Photoalbum, printed photos, wrote in it, bought a Nicholas Sparks book, folded paper cranes but no-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nothing did work. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, money wasted. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I got thanks and hugs and smiles are return but nothing more.&lt;/span&gt; What more did I want? What more could I even ask for? To that, I have no answer. A relationship? Maybe, but I feel that answer is just not right. i was not looking for a relationship, just...that inexplicable want.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.cartoonstock.com/lowres/rmc0102l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.cartoonstock.com/lowres/rmc0102l.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right. We've all been through this step - rejected, reject others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. What has come to past has became a valuable lesson to me. Gone were the days where I immaturely pursued a girl's love with presents, mushy messages and lots of sincerity. Seriously, I thought they would work, accompanied with lots of sweet tongue and all those lovey dovey things you see on television serials.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I know who to trust - not those stupid television dramas, not those romantic movies, and definitely not Parvesh! (LOL)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What seemed like a wooing strategy for us guys (all the romantic candlelit dinner, buying hella lots of gifts and declaring your undying love for her) is just a complete turn off for the ladies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like, really turn off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not logical? Nevermind, let me put this across - the effect all this "wooing strategy" have is simple, you make her scared of you, she puts up your defences and WHAM. Bye for a century.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes I did lose contact with a girl because of this for like, 2 years?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is that so?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.danheller.com/images/Europe/Portugal/People/old-woman-big.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.danheller.com/images/Europe/Portugal/People/old-woman-big.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the same effect as a 80 year old aunty with wrinkled skin and rotten teeth coming up to you and declaring you her undying love and giving you lots and lots of presents! SCARY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For guys, it's going to be different when some hot sizzling babe goes up to you and pour out all her love to you! You will be like, WOW, YES, I'm in cloud 9!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guys are like switches, girls are like volume knobs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It takes a moment to attract a guy but it takes a process to attract a girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doing such stuff like giving lots of presents and declaring your undying love just makes you look desperate, an extreme turn off for the ladies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yah, you might say "Oh, so you think you very pro is it? Who are you to tell us how to woo girls?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to admit I'm not a pro but hey, I'm still learning!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Attraction is a tough thing for guys to learn. Yet ladies grasp them well, like naturally - playing hard to get, making you miss them, a little touch here and there, suspense.. ETC. Makes you crazy no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then, I still have a lot to learn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.cse.ohio-state.edu/%7Egiles/Thomas/August2003/bigsmile.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.cse.ohio-state.edu/%7Egiles/Thomas/August2003/bigsmile.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Reply to tags:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Astrid - HAHA. Set lah. And HEY I thought your chemistry very pro one? How come now then realise my great surname is HYDROXIDE?! TSK! Fail liao, no more WWW for you, go study!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lemuel - Haha sure, prepare to get muddy and dirty in the trail though! (and quicksand!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheryl - I swear man, you are one girl on drugs I SWEAR. And OKAY lah, I also can do blur face, my blur face more blur than your face! Too bad self proclaimed food eating champion, go eat more height growth pills! YA I'm going to hide behind Fang Ning, so you want rape, go rape her okay! My virginity is priceless and I'm &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NOT&lt;/span&gt; giving it to YOU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carmen - CAR MAN. SEE MY FACE! Okay I'll link you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ee Sheen - LOL B'day boy, my gear shifter really break leh! And yah I help you advertise now you need to pay me money :) Bangalas are cool, bangalas = Boon May.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eileen - HAHA, you go pei your dore, lah! It's better than getting 6 abs when your around with Leon. Oh yeah, I found a slow brain partner for you already! *drum rolls...* JO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daniel - Daniel, why so glum? You want my love too? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rina - CAN LEH. Why cannot! I got my own secret weapons!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boon May - COKE girl. I do not owe you milo, I so nice, help you make milo cause you keeeeeeeep asking for milo, still want me buy milo! GO BURN! BURN! (but don't come my house burn, I got no hell money for you to burn for yourself also!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jet - HAHA! Guess leh? First is Boon May, 2nd is Hui Min. And yah actually that is just wet clay but I just name it quicksand for fun laughter peace and joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alson - Hey pal. I so DO NOT blend in like a Secondary Two, fine, maybe socially, but not physically OKAY! All your fault lah, you laugh I also laugh! Yeah and bring on the BHB revolution :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hui Min - Yah! Cannot is it! Jealous ah! I know you also want be FHM model right? Too bad, I stole your job! Princess of Charcoal kingdom cannot be FHM model, must rule your kingdom well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Josephine - That one you cook yourself one lor! Me and Fang Ning say the food can eat, but when you eat, the food go uncook, must be your mouth something wrong lah! TSK. Cold mouth. Cold mouths like green clams (uncooked green clams too). Eat more fishcake!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17396148-2755306751617830797?l=ohleon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohleon.blogspot.com/feeds/2755306751617830797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17396148&amp;postID=2755306751617830797' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17396148/posts/default/2755306751617830797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17396148/posts/default/2755306751617830797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohleon.blogspot.com/2007/04/of-follow-ups.html' title='Of Follow-ups'/><author><name>Ayaka Keiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02359269450838063495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17396148.post-2653488304602387252</id><published>2007-04-08T22:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-08T23:09:46.061+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of Ee Sheen's Bday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;EDIT: If you think I'm some kind of wuss or pussy for hanging out with younger people, oh yeah, please flame me, thanks, much appreciated! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If everyone was to forget school work and the many irritating problems that follows behind, it is today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Lxz074S-QnY/Rhj7VRkNGPI/AAAAAAAAA5c/M9u2vp3vsfM/s1600-h/DSC02361.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Lxz074S-QnY/Rhj7VRkNGPI/AAAAAAAAA5c/M9u2vp3vsfM/s200/DSC02361.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051063325007091954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ee Sheen's Birthday. The poor birthday boy opened his wound for the 5th time, yeouch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT occurred when we were cycling today, who's the WE? Well, namely Alson, Boon May, Ee Sheen and Me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leon just found out that the lumpy charcoal is a naughty liar, because she lied that she couldn't ride bikes. OH well, that's not important. What I realised was that Boon May couldn't swim for nuts (don't worry, we didn't go swimming) when I thought she was some sort of professional swimmer! Damn. And I thought it linked to her.. black-ness :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, back to the open wound. It happened when Ee Sheen tried to cross this bicycle stopping barrier..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Lxz074S-QnY/Rhj5bRkNGJI/AAAAAAAAA4s/kUK_PT1spXs/s1600-h/DSC02353.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Lxz074S-QnY/Rhj5bRkNGJI/AAAAAAAAA4s/kUK_PT1spXs/s200/DSC02353.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051061229063051410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ouch, red and bleeding, and we had to stop the bleeding with LEAVES because there weren't any tissue nearby until that burning charcoal (Boon May) came along with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead of helping around with the wound, this is the new generation gesture of saying, "Yes, I care!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Lxz074S-QnY/Rhj5bBkNGII/AAAAAAAAA4k/_PlqY4YdsDU/s1600-h/DSC02352.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Lxz074S-QnY/Rhj5bBkNGII/AAAAAAAAA4k/_PlqY4YdsDU/s200/DSC02352.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051061224768084098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Lxz074S-QnY/Rhj5bRkNGKI/AAAAAAAAA40/oWO-o-1OR0w/s1600-h/DSC02354.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Lxz074S-QnY/Rhj5bRkNGKI/AAAAAAAAA40/oWO-o-1OR0w/s200/DSC02354.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051061229063051426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Lxz074S-QnY/Rhj5bhkNGLI/AAAAAAAAA48/4qZVVpLR9Bk/s1600-h/DSC02355.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Lxz074S-QnY/Rhj5bhkNGLI/AAAAAAAAA48/4qZVVpLR9Bk/s200/DSC02355.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051061233358018738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even the victim did it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm introducing Astrid to everyone and they are having fun trying her (don't think wrongly! Astrid's my bike!). Happy consumers like Ee Sheen, Alson, Yexi, Zackary have given their thumbs up. Damn, I'm really proud of her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then they decided to go to my house for God knows what reason after we finished our cycling. (PS: Cheryl is a liar, she said she wanted to skip tuition to come cycling but instead end up going cycling, thereby I conclude that she is as crazy as to study History by copying the textbook 3 times)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Lxz074S-QnY/Rhj7VBkNGMI/AAAAAAAAA5E/BQ3kYPAqtg4/s1600-h/DSC02356.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Lxz074S-QnY/Rhj7VBkNGMI/AAAAAAAAA5E/BQ3kYPAqtg4/s200/DSC02356.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051063320712124610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, their wish came true. Boon May obviously hogged my stylo milo computer and Alson hogged my television set watching Cartoon Network (wow!) and Ee Sheen obviously stressed over dressing his wounds. Ouch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And me, busy preparing myself for the Seoul Garden dinner later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shan't talk much about the unhappiness around at the beginning of the dinner but I have something reallllly important to settle - MONEY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or else Josephine, Fang Ning, Nicholas, Me and others who paid extras would have lost money. And Boon May paid 4 bucks @#*$@#$.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Skipping all the adminstrative stuff, here's the layout of this seats (wow, so detailed, aren't you people blessed that I go through so much s**t to post this!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are 3 tables, with a stove on each table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Table 1 - Ee Sheen, Fang Ning, Josephine, Me.&lt;br /&gt;Table 2 - Alson, Cheryl, Boon May, Desmund&lt;br /&gt;Table 3 - JJ, Parvesh, Nicholas and Ryan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Lxz074S-QnY/Rhj7VBkNGNI/AAAAAAAAA5M/C0nrpQq8vR0/s1600-h/DSC02358.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Lxz074S-QnY/Rhj7VBkNGNI/AAAAAAAAA5M/C0nrpQq8vR0/s200/DSC02358.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051063320712124626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about my table, it's the most NORMAL, standard, ordinary table, just lots of meat cooking (due to many carnivorous people!) and not to forget also lots of oil splurting out, ouch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course me, became the Jamie Oliver helping everyone to cook and looking whether the meat was cooked or not, along side with assistant Fang Ning. No seafood for Fang Ning, and definitely no demonic green looking clams for me. Much beef for Ee Sheen and hell lots of green clams for Josephine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next to us is a really interesting table because it's filled with interesting people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example, we have Alson, also known as the one who laughs as much as the laughing buddha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also have Cheryl the giant self-proclaimed food eating champion who obviously on the day itself couldn't force herself to eat as much as possible because Leon's presence was too intimidating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but not least, we have lumpy grumpy bumpy charcoal Boon May who can't help but to feed her mouth with tons and tons of sausages like as if there's no more sausage tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next table is more interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like a pattern you know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Table 1, normal happy citizens eating lots and lots of meat.&lt;br /&gt;Table 2, OMGWTFBBQ people eating lots of sausage and hell lots of laughter and evil stares.&lt;br /&gt;Table 3, HAHAHAOMGROFLMAOEYEBAGSNASIBABIDAMNFUNNY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Lxz074S-QnY/RhkAPRkNGQI/AAAAAAAAA5k/FH8085pYhsM/s1600-h/DSC02362.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Lxz074S-QnY/RhkAPRkNGQI/AAAAAAAAA5k/FH8085pYhsM/s200/DSC02362.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051068719486015746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Lxz074S-QnY/RhkAPRkNGRI/AAAAAAAAA5s/xhKG-5rCTf8/s1600-h/DSC02363.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Lxz074S-QnY/RhkAPRkNGRI/AAAAAAAAA5s/xhKG-5rCTf8/s200/DSC02363.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051068719486015762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Lxz074S-QnY/RhkAPhkNGSI/AAAAAAAAA50/EN3OZAQJguQ/s1600-h/DSC02364.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Lxz074S-QnY/RhkAPhkNGSI/AAAAAAAAA50/EN3OZAQJguQ/s200/DSC02364.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051068723780983074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Lxz074S-QnY/RhkAPhkNGTI/AAAAAAAAA58/tzvf7uqYDuk/s1600-h/DSC02365.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Lxz074S-QnY/RhkAPhkNGTI/AAAAAAAAA58/tzvf7uqYDuk/s200/DSC02365.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051068723780983090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures self explanatory - new invention of the day: Omelette with BBQ meat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some random pictures, no group pictures cause no one wanted to, (aww, damn @#$&amp;@#, Ee Sheen's cam wasted)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Lxz074S-QnY/RhkA9BkNGUI/AAAAAAAAA6E/wTUYaWU9JqE/s1600-h/DSC02367.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Lxz074S-QnY/RhkA9BkNGUI/AAAAAAAAA6E/wTUYaWU9JqE/s200/DSC02367.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051069505465030978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blur green clam addict Josephine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Lxz074S-QnY/RhkA9BkNGVI/AAAAAAAAA6M/3fJ0jMgBPEg/s1600-h/DSC02368.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Lxz074S-QnY/RhkA9BkNGVI/AAAAAAAAA6M/3fJ0jMgBPEg/s200/DSC02368.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051069505465030994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fang Ning with glittering eyeshadow trying to electrocute me with her eyes, plan failed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Lxz074S-QnY/RhkA9RkNGWI/AAAAAAAAA6U/kPZifxRAdM4/s1600-h/DSC02369.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Lxz074S-QnY/RhkA9RkNGWI/AAAAAAAAA6U/kPZifxRAdM4/s200/DSC02369.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051069509759998306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG, a laughing charcoal. Damn scary, I very scared!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Lxz074S-QnY/RhkA9RkNGXI/AAAAAAAAA6c/ecwPRMReesk/s1600-h/DSC02370.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Lxz074S-QnY/RhkA9RkNGXI/AAAAAAAAA6c/ecwPRMReesk/s200/DSC02370.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051069509759998322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Demonic self-proclaimed glutton, future rapist, stick insect, and many many more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Lxz074S-QnY/RhkA9hkNGYI/AAAAAAAAA6k/1rqrmMOWkYY/s1600-h/DSC02371.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Lxz074S-QnY/RhkA9hkNGYI/AAAAAAAAA6k/1rqrmMOWkYY/s200/DSC02371.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051069514054965634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nicholas who beat *ahem* in DotA (oops! sorry, I don't know how to describe) and Parvesh who cannot be trusted!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The group was lost after devouring hell lots of food including Ee Sheen eating tonnes of beef, Josephine eating lots of ice kachang, Fang Ning forcing herself to eat 4 scoops of ice cream (and remember she wanted to diet?! BAD GIRL!), Alson eating lots of sausages left over, Boon May eating curry puffs, Cheryl eating oranges she stole from me and the rest eating omelette meat (not to forget, watery!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, they came up with the most brilliant idea ever, GOING my house. What, my house fun fair ah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Lxz074S-QnY/RhkB1xkNGZI/AAAAAAAAA6s/nSq-p5JdWpI/s1600-h/DSC02372.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Lxz074S-QnY/RhkB1xkNGZI/AAAAAAAAA6s/nSq-p5JdWpI/s200/DSC02372.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051070480422607250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right, so the girls and the guys tried to take the lead, it was okay, after all, it's MY house! So in the end.. they had to follow my LEAD. HA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Lxz074S-QnY/RhkB2BkNGaI/AAAAAAAAA60/JlFNL1jnhRk/s1600-h/DSC02373.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Lxz074S-QnY/RhkB2BkNGaI/AAAAAAAAA60/JlFNL1jnhRk/s200/DSC02373.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051070484717574562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Boon May's phone's speakers are louder than my walkman's 3 speakers, SO ashamed, damn. (Cheryl looks damn blur in the photo, so I purposely upload!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told my mum that I had a group of 12 people coming to my house and she was like, wow, shocked? But surprisingly my dad didn't pull a long face, so, much cheers to DAD! (loves!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seemed like I was some sort of mafia leader when we crowded the whole corridor. And that's the second time Ee Sheen, Boon May and Alson came to my house (be honoured okay!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stayed at the house awhile before the group went downstairs to play basketball and soccer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hell, we played 50 minutes of basketball and it seemed like only 20 minutes. Time flies when your busy thrashing netball girls, oops *gasp*!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Highlights:&lt;br /&gt;- Parvesh cannot be trusted, many balls passed to Parvesh, but Parvesh missed, damn! But he did a really nice 3 pointer.&lt;br /&gt;- Desmund and Ryan likes to snatch balls from girls, HA!&lt;br /&gt;- Everyone passes the ball to the little girl (my sister), but not little girl BOON MAY.&lt;br /&gt;- Fang Ning got some really heavy belt! (my belt so light la!)&lt;br /&gt;- Cheryl and Josephine must die!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry to those that didn't get a chance to play basketball because err, we sort of forgot to set the CAP (the amount of goals to score before switching teams, oops!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, a pretty enjoyable day with a few tension and such, but still manageable :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace out (reply tags next update, I'm lazy :P)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17396148-2653488304602387252?l=ohleon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohleon.blogspot.com/feeds/2653488304602387252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17396148&amp;postID=2653488304602387252' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17396148/posts/default/2653488304602387252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17396148/posts/default/2653488304602387252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohleon.blogspot.com/2007/04/of-ee-sheens-bday.html' title='Of Ee Sheen&apos;s Bday'/><author><name>Ayaka Keiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02359269450838063495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Lxz074S-QnY/Rhj7VRkNGPI/AAAAAAAAA5c/M9u2vp3vsfM/s72-c/DSC02361.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17396148.post-5585024404635564321</id><published>2007-04-07T20:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-07T21:29:32.471+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of Biking at ECP</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia,Times New Roman,Times,serif;font-size:14;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are Not Scary&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffd79a"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/howscaryareyouquiz/not-scary.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone loves you. Isn't that sweet?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howscaryareyouquiz/"&gt;How Scary Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TO OLIVIA: I'm not that scary okay, you pure sexist!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Lxz074S-QnY/RheWgRkNGEI/AAAAAAAAA4E/4ayMKs8Mntc/s1600-h/DSC02343.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Lxz074S-QnY/RheWgRkNGEI/AAAAAAAAA4E/4ayMKs8Mntc/s200/DSC02343.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050670988334536770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Left to right: Ryan, Ee Sheen, Desmund&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Lxz074S-QnY/RheWphkNGFI/AAAAAAAAA4M/ewq854HvoIw/s1600-h/DSC02346.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Lxz074S-QnY/RheWphkNGFI/AAAAAAAAA4M/ewq854HvoIw/s200/DSC02346.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050671147248326738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And can you guess who these people are?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To *AHEM*, don't jealous!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the 6 musketeers went to East Coast Park to, well, bike. It must have been a pretty big surprise when Desmund saw me at the bus stop HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could remember his looks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*gets down bus*&lt;br /&gt;*Pats Desmund back*&lt;br /&gt;*Desmund gasp! Eyes open big!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leon: Eh, Desmund, I'm going also leh&lt;br /&gt;*Desmund with shock look*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry Des, I'm not as scary as what Olivia said I am, in fact, Olivia is very scary because she is Olivia. All Olivias are scary because.. they are Olivias!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm lazy to blog about the whole boring process from the scratch like how we met up, how we got to the rental shop, how we cycled, how we pang seh Ee Sheen (oops!), so... I'm just going to make it short and sweet! (like post it notes!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Fang Ning was also damn surprised I came (HAHA! Maria, why you slacking!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Yes, I did my no hand thingy again. Well, I REALLY tried not to show off.. but well.. Oops!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Olivia, she can't run away!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Ryan is a master in bicycles :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Ee Sheen, even though his shirt is so luminous we cycled past him without knowing it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Olivia's fabulous plan of feigning ignorance while cycling past them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Wow wow wow, Desmund's a fast cyclist!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Olivia know nuts about gears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Ee Sheen rented a damnnn small one gear bike, aww, cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- How the heck did Ee Sheen call Ryan 7 times when his phone was with Desmund?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Lxz074S-QnY/RheZjRkNGGI/AAAAAAAAA4U/sw_CgKVTFCk/s1600-h/DSC02344.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Lxz074S-QnY/RheZjRkNGGI/AAAAAAAAA4U/sw_CgKVTFCk/s200/DSC02344.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050674338409027682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is Fang Ning's secret to keeping a healthy body that is heavier than MY body (don't think sick!). &lt;s&gt;Cheesepie&lt;/s&gt; Cheesecake. Gelare's cheesecake to be specific. These girls are rich girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being pauper guys we suggested to go over to the Japanese Restaurant nearby hoping they would sell much cheaper food then major pocket rip off Gelare...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sits down in restaurant*&lt;br /&gt;*waiter hands over the menu*&lt;br /&gt;*looks at menu*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leon: Hmm, I think I'm going to order this Ebi Fry Set. What you having, Ryan?&lt;br /&gt;*Ryan looks at menu and points at the Udon section*&lt;br /&gt;Fang Ning: I think Udon tastes pretty tasteless&lt;br /&gt;Leon: Yah, they taste like maggi mee.&lt;br /&gt;Fang Ning: Olivia, we share sashimi?&lt;br /&gt;Olivia: I don't eat sashimi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after a pretty long discussion on where to eat without Ee Sheen because he was lost somehow or rather when the rest of the guys returned their bikes, we decided to leave the restaurant for Parkway Parade, where there'll be BETTER food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a pretty sticky situation to get into..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*waiter comes over, wanting to ask what we'd want to have because we've been sitting there for quite some time*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leon: Err, what if we don't want to order?&lt;br /&gt;Waiter: Oh, then go out lor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL. Shit, I shouldn't have even asked in the first place. Embarassing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, so the crowd settled down at PP's Mos after a long journey from ECP to PP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the girls just had to choose some damned table that has this wooden thing where you can't put your leg under the table, so I just have to sit through my meal looking like a FHM model, quite good actually. (PS: Ning, you might want to sit that side next time! And thanks lah, Olivia, kick kick kick @#&amp;$)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Lxz074S-QnY/RhecERkNGHI/AAAAAAAAA4c/Xi7Y0CxqF68/s1600-h/DSC02348.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Lxz074S-QnY/RhecERkNGHI/AAAAAAAAA4c/Xi7Y0CxqF68/s200/DSC02348.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050677104367966322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Ee Sheen's coke with milk (?!), sick! Although it still tastes like milk, but I'd prefer my Iced Tea, HEHE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, a pretty fun day. I'm toooooooo lazy to blog. More stuff tomorrow! (and yes, it's cycling again... ZZZ)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17396148-5585024404635564321?l=ohleon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohleon.blogspot.com/feeds/5585024404635564321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17396148&amp;postID=5585024404635564321' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17396148/posts/default/5585024404635564321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17396148/posts/default/5585024404635564321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohleon.blogspot.com/2007/04/of-biking-at-ecp.html' title='Of Biking at ECP'/><author><name>Ayaka Keiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02359269450838063495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Lxz074S-QnY/RheWgRkNGEI/AAAAAAAAA4E/4ayMKs8Mntc/s72-c/DSC02343.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17396148.post-744745677732080749</id><published>2007-04-06T22:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-06T23:37:42.938+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of Biking</title><content type='html'>For many, Good Friday was spent either polishing the cross or worse come to worse, doing dull and boring school work (I'm not discouraging people from doing work though, HEHE)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But for me, I have spent a really good quality time with my friends - and not to forget, NATURE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, you got it right, we're back at the Tampines Biking Trail again, but this time not a one-on-one with Melson (although that sounds more gay but..) but a one-on-three!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Presenting...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Lxz074S-QnY/RhZYBBkNF2I/AAAAAAAAA2U/bP8zfCagpqY/s1600-h/DSC02331.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Lxz074S-QnY/RhZYBBkNF2I/AAAAAAAAA2U/bP8zfCagpqY/s200/DSC02331.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050320806765991778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Left to Right: Melson, Zackary, Yexi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zackary of course won the best cyclist award for falling down when we just got through the entrance of the trail and followed by a number of times later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Lxz074S-QnY/RhZYARkNFyI/AAAAAAAAA10/GavQV_UdBuY/s1600-h/DSC02326.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Lxz074S-QnY/RhZYARkNFyI/AAAAAAAAA10/GavQV_UdBuY/s200/DSC02326.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050320793881089826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Climbing up the "roller coaster" in the trail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Lxz074S-QnY/RhZYAhkNFzI/AAAAAAAAA18/DpHEhejmA7I/s1600-h/DSC02328.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Lxz074S-QnY/RhZYAhkNFzI/AAAAAAAAA18/DpHEhejmA7I/s200/DSC02328.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050320798176057138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, that's a pretty unglam pose HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Lxz074S-QnY/RhZYAhkNF0I/AAAAAAAAA2E/p_CUJiDDdH0/s1600-h/DSC02329.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Lxz074S-QnY/RhZYAhkNF0I/AAAAAAAAA2E/p_CUJiDDdH0/s200/DSC02329.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050320798176057154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three lazy bums cutting through the grass as shortcut, tsk!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Lxz074S-QnY/RhZYAxkNF1I/AAAAAAAAA2M/rEd9_uS1Stc/s1600-h/DSC02330.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Lxz074S-QnY/RhZYAxkNF1I/AAAAAAAAA2M/rEd9_uS1Stc/s200/DSC02330.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050320802471024466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tired threesome (sounds dirty, oops!) pushing their bikes up the gradual slope (what can you expect, Zackary leading first leh! :P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And out of a sudden as we overcame the jungle trail and the horrendous rocky paths, we came to a paradise of nature, okay fine, not really. Full of mosquitoes, construction water (milo pool) and not to forget quicksand (will elaborate later).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even the strongest nature explorer couldn't resist the temptation to camwhore in such a WONDERFUL scenic place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Lxz074S-QnY/RhZoWBkNGBI/AAAAAAAAA3s/fUasRbH5m7o/s1600-h/Image001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Lxz074S-QnY/RhZoWBkNGBI/AAAAAAAAA3s/fUasRbH5m7o/s200/Image001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050338759729289234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Lxz074S-QnY/RhZoXBkNGCI/AAAAAAAAA30/GVfDhtgGeaE/s1600-h/Image002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Lxz074S-QnY/RhZoXBkNGCI/AAAAAAAAA30/GVfDhtgGeaE/s200/Image002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050338776909158434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Lxz074S-QnY/RhZoXhkNGDI/AAAAAAAAA38/ViXjjc3uywU/s1600-h/Image003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Lxz074S-QnY/RhZoXhkNGDI/AAAAAAAAA38/ViXjjc3uywU/s200/Image003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050338785499093042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(camwhore pictures with courtesy of Melson's phone and Yexi's bag)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then meet the horror of this really flawless trail!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*drum rolls*&lt;br /&gt;*women gasp*&lt;br /&gt;*children cry*&lt;br /&gt;*old people die*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Lxz074S-QnY/RhZYRBkNF3I/AAAAAAAAA2c/CG_-F_DaQPs/s1600-h/DSC02332.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Lxz074S-QnY/RhZYRBkNF3I/AAAAAAAAA2c/CG_-F_DaQPs/s200/DSC02332.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050321081643898738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q U I C K S A N D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to further elaborate and express the horror of this new discovery, I hereby you present to you the two Quicksand Theory videos:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/EtkeZb2_Zf4"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/EtkeZb2_Zf4" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'd really got quicksand on my hair okay! Blame it all on sexy Yexi, the rock made all the quicksand splashed on me. If you skipped the first one, watch this second one instead! MUST WATCH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/iHDf3Mf9KOM"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/iHDf3Mf9KOM" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As if that was not enough... Photographer Leon tried to took a little leap of faith and wanted to get a clearer picture and...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Lxz074S-QnY/RhZYRRkNF5I/AAAAAAAAA2s/fKw8zBSRHpg/s1600-h/DSC02334.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Lxz074S-QnY/RhZYRRkNF5I/AAAAAAAAA2s/fKw8zBSRHpg/s200/DSC02334.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050321085938866066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, my, holy sweet infant Jesus Christ!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Lxz074S-QnY/RhZYRBkNF4I/AAAAAAAAA2k/xGIlDGXsZBI/s1600-h/DSC02333.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Lxz074S-QnY/RhZYRBkNF4I/AAAAAAAAA2k/xGIlDGXsZBI/s200/DSC02333.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050321081643898754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Self-explanatory, anyone fancy a chocolate fondue? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7s5n2s2O5no"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7s5n2s2O5no" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right, being quick and efficient, the team of explorers have conquere the whole mountain trail (quite small actually, aiyah, Singapore land small, mah.) in an hour, with the whole conversation along the way talking about the newest hottest girl in town, *ahem*! Naughty ah, naughty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a quick stop at Tampines Interchange's 7-11 convenient store, the team took off to Tanah Merah to make a friendly visit to Shaun the Sick. Poor Shaun the Sheep couldn't make it cause he's sick, or else it'd be pretty sweet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Lxz074S-QnY/RhZYRRkNF6I/AAAAAAAAA20/QkLmn_kFecM/s1600-h/DSC02335.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Lxz074S-QnY/RhZYRRkNF6I/AAAAAAAAA20/QkLmn_kFecM/s200/DSC02335.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050321085938866082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we all drank coke in his house. Underage, cannot buy beer, so substitute with coke :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But obviously coke ran out pretty fast so we had to find something to fill up our stomachs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROTI PRATA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We literrally had street racing from Shaun's house to Bedok Market! But obviously you'd know who came in last :P Oh, you don't know? Okay okay, I don't want to say names but... *points to Zack and looks up* :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Lxz074S-QnY/RhZZaBkNF8I/AAAAAAAAA3E/hoLilg4oCT8/s1600-h/DSC02337.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Lxz074S-QnY/RhZZaBkNF8I/AAAAAAAAA3E/hoLilg4oCT8/s200/DSC02337.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050322335774349250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We sort of had a problem when it comes to parking, 5 bikes, 1 chain... My chain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Lxz074S-QnY/RhZYRhkNF7I/AAAAAAAAA28/1t4KhsF5YJk/s1600-h/DSC02336.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Lxz074S-QnY/RhZYRhkNF7I/AAAAAAAAA28/1t4KhsF5YJk/s200/DSC02336.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050321090233833394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WE KILLED 5 BIKES WITH 1 CHAIN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Followed by eating prata Zack had a really sticky problem with his tummy so we made way to Shaun's house and WAITED AN ETERNITY for him to you know, RELEASE TOXIC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oops! I let the cat out of the bag, don't kill me Zack (if you read this)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, so we made our next destination East Coast park because we had no more destination in mind to go to (yes, Singapore is that BORING!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Lxz074S-QnY/RhZZaRkNF9I/AAAAAAAAA3M/6S7_-wqfx7w/s1600-h/DSC02338.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Lxz074S-QnY/RhZZaRkNF9I/AAAAAAAAA3M/6S7_-wqfx7w/s200/DSC02338.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050322340069316562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zackary left us in the middle of the journey to join the basketball people at Siglap CC, but regrettably for him, we saw *AHEM* wearing a black spagghetti top and FBT shorts playing at the beach! REALLY ZACK, you must believe me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But seeing that we have nothing else to do in East Coast park other than watching Donna and the other skating people skate here skate there skate everywhere, so I came up with a suggestion - something that I realllllllly wanted to do for a long time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Lxz074S-QnY/RhZZahkNF-I/AAAAAAAAA3U/dZT5SpdgHEI/s1600-h/DSC02339.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Lxz074S-QnY/RhZZahkNF-I/AAAAAAAAA3U/dZT5SpdgHEI/s200/DSC02339.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050322344364283874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SWIMMING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But time was not doing justice to Melson because his mother demanded him to come home so he stayed at Yexi's condo (yeah we went there for a swim) sitting at the chair and drinking coke, occassionally playing with his mobile phone, looking so emo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore Yexi and I (who were swimming) came up with a conclusion that Melson will hereby grow up to lead a new Emo Revolution alongside with Shi Xiang the Emo founder, and will replace Singapore's government policies with EMO POLICIES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hip hip hurray! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And after Melson left sexy Yexi and I swimming together, we caught up on old times at the sauna. I've been so deprived of going to the sauna (no time, you see).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear, I love sauna. It's so... healthy. And the feeling where you come out of the sauna and the cold air rushes in and carass your body.. WOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think sauna helps to lose fats too - sweat more, lose more fats!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Lxz074S-QnY/RhZZbBkNGAI/AAAAAAAAA3k/ZZC5hiLVvE0/s1600-h/DSC02341.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Lxz074S-QnY/RhZZbBkNGAI/AAAAAAAAA3k/ZZC5hiLVvE0/s200/DSC02341.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050322352954218498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then had a wonderful dinner with Yexi, shan't elaborate further. Leon's feeling the fatigue from cycling for almost 7 hours! Oh yeah and guess what, check this conversation with my mum:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leon: Mum, the DJ thing how? (because the only last school I find that offer DJ (club) education has closed down)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum: But how much is the whole set? (the turntables etc.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leon: Around 5000+? (talking about Technics DZ1200 decks)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum: WHAT! Cannot lah, that's too much. Besides, you're not ready what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leon: But I finished reading the DJ for Dummies book and I can self learn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum: Nevermind, since Singapore cannot offer you DJ education, then we'll look at overseas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOW! It can mean going overseas after Secondary School! :D (that means quitting school halfway)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;This what we dream about but the only question with me now,&lt;br /&gt;Is do I make you proud?&lt;br /&gt;Stronger than I've ever been now, never been afraid of standing out,&lt;br /&gt;But do I make you proud?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Reply to tags:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boon May - Old mini tiny chao ta woman! Sorry lah, even though small little bumpy lump charcoal very distinct among the crowd but I purposely ignore you! :D HAHA. Oh yeah by the way, will be watching you playing in finals, yah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jasmine - Okay emo nemo girl, I'll okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rina - A MATHS CANNOT DIE. Because I'm using it to get my L1R5 of 6 (yah, that's my aim)! Oh yeah, if you need maths help just approach me yah. Doors are open.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hui Min - WOW. Your becoming a regular tagger liao, charcoal number 2. Chemistry is REALLY better than Physics. You'd never know until you go upper sec :) (but too bad the best Chemistry teacher's leaving soon) Aiya, Ah lian and bimbos all the same, except one is Singapore context one is universal context :D I don't check my spelling one, because the spellcheck is crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ariel - EH Miss Retarded Laughters. Your photo album virus thing is damn irritating. I was sooooo irritated I blocked your contact. Tell me when you got rid of it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lemuel - I know, I see your point! LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cherie - OI. I not basketball okay! I bounce here bounce there bounce everywhere cannot ah! Anyway, my house's oven is those really pathethic small size one. It doesn't have a degree knob on it. (I'm talking about the apple crumbs here)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Astrid - YES. Space pig, that I must praise, you got foresight! Go memorise your ions now, HAHA. If cannot play Basketball because I'm sooooo stretchy then I'd go play YOGA okay! Eh, who you getting for June?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17396148-744745677732080749?l=ohleon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohleon.blogspot.com/feeds/744745677732080749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17396148&amp;postID=744745677732080749' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17396148/posts/default/744745677732080749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17396148/posts/default/744745677732080749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohleon.blogspot.com/2007/04/of-biking.html' title='Of Biking'/><author><name>Ayaka Keiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02359269450838063495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Lxz074S-QnY/RhZYBBkNF2I/AAAAAAAAA2U/bP8zfCagpqY/s72-c/DSC02331.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17396148.post-7988896588828716412</id><published>2007-04-06T13:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-06T13:18:56.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of Good Friday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Lxz074S-QnY/RhXT7xkNFuI/AAAAAAAAA1U/XJbVn0H6z6I/s1600-h/DSC02325.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Lxz074S-QnY/RhXT7xkNFuI/AAAAAAAAA1U/XJbVn0H6z6I/s200/DSC02325.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050175581036812002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Good Friday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty meaningful day for me - I'd reminisce (I hope I spelt this correctly) about my past, for which I had a lot to thank for, because my past made me stronger, it make me more confident, it make me more elite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently I'd have Jasmine to thank for for the first encounter with God because she was the one who brought me to church, so many thanks sis, and OH what's with the rabbit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was Cornerstone Community Church, which had a really early service that started at 7.30 so of course sleepy head Leon couldn't get up at this unearthly period of time every Sunday so he drifted, drifted, drifted..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the way to Heart of God Church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The place which I'd stayed for almost half a year, or perhaps longer, for which my mind cannot remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many friends I've met, many of which I still get in touch today, and many painful and happy memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Lxz074S-QnY/RhXVXxkNFvI/AAAAAAAAA1c/w5mh70tPEls/s1600-h/Image036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Lxz074S-QnY/RhXVXxkNFvI/AAAAAAAAA1c/w5mh70tPEls/s200/Image036.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050177161584776946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, how can I ever forget my 4 year friend, Melson, who can read me like a book and I read him like a magazine? So much closer we've grown it seemed that we develop a little telepathy - no need to say anything, and we understand each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that's how best friends develop - you be my friend, I be your friend, you have trouble, I stand by you, I have trouble, I seek your help, but I do not control your freedom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many great thanks to this close buddy who stood by me through the bad times, through the times of joy and through problems. God bless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Lxz074S-QnY/RhXWXhkNFwI/AAAAAAAAA1k/PeI6s4pZxj4/s1600-h/Image018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Lxz074S-QnY/RhXWXhkNFwI/AAAAAAAAA1k/PeI6s4pZxj4/s200/Image018.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050178256801437442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there came Jennifer. Lots of happy memories, lots of painful memories, but nevertheless I'd moved on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was pretty sweet how things started and how friendship grew and of course it was great to have a fun time in each other's company but things pretty grew sour and of course at that time I didn't knew what happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I knew, learnt from it, not going to make it happen again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hatred soon consumed my soul and I'm accompanied by emo songs and many depressing nights. It was pretty hard for me to move on but I did, thank God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for the lessons learnt. God bless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Lxz074S-QnY/RhXXyBkNFxI/AAAAAAAAA1s/-12YiuQbtmM/s1600-h/TK+2006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Lxz074S-QnY/RhXXyBkNFxI/AAAAAAAAA1s/-12YiuQbtmM/s200/TK+2006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050179811579598610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the group of friends. Although there were an abundance of problems amongst us, I guess I have moved on and although we weren't as close as before but still, God bless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to cycle with Melson, Zack and Yexi already, see you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Shaun you'll recover soon! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17396148-7988896588828716412?l=ohleon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohleon.blogspot.com/feeds/7988896588828716412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17396148&amp;postID=7988896588828716412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17396148/posts/default/7988896588828716412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17396148/posts/default/7988896588828716412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohleon.blogspot.com/2007/04/of-good-friday.html' title='Of Good Friday'/><author><name>Ayaka Keiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02359269450838063495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Lxz074S-QnY/RhXT7xkNFuI/AAAAAAAAA1U/XJbVn0H6z6I/s72-c/DSC02325.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17396148.post-3039621264667969768</id><published>2007-04-05T22:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-05T22:28:22.864+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Lz0adK-Yc8o"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Lz0adK-Yc8o" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL. I know I'm a little way off here because this song is like, so old already, but SERIOUSLY this is the first time I have seen the MUSIC VIDEO (yes I'd hear the song a countless number of times and thanks Ryan for introducing it to me, it's a great song).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG. The music video is spastic HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even my sis who came in in the midst of the video said, "The lead singer sing until so crazy, as if he took drugs"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, tomorrow's Good Friday and it's really good because we get to have a DAY OFF from school!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here's something:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you feeling the blues every Monday?&lt;br /&gt;Are you looking forward to the weekends once again every Sunday?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRET NOT. Your not a martian or born from the toilet bowl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a psychological effect whereby your body suffers from when it's getting up from it's relaxed position (weekends) to a working position (weekdays, that means, school school school, which means DULL!) and to top it off, your mind remembers that you've been going through this mundane routine so it gives you the depressing feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And do you realise that every Friday, you feel really hyped?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, you can blame it on that wrinkled old brain of yours. It's really its fault.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It makes you think "Hey, today's the last day of the week and I can finally enjoy myself!" and that is why you get super hyped up on the last day of the week. Same applies for races - at the finishing point, you tend to have a short burst of energy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And how do you turn this effect to your advantage?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plan your time such that you do FUN things that you like on the start of the week (that means, playing sports, games, whatsoever) and DULL things nearing weekend (things like, BLOGGING for example :P) so that when your body gets hyped up, your mind thinks "Oh damn, I'd have to do all these before I can enjoy myself" and your mind forces your body to do it - so POOF. There you got it, you got the dull things done :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that, of course, is not an excuse for you to study History test on Friday when the test commenced 3 days ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace Out! (replying tags tomorrow)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17396148-3039621264667969768?l=ohleon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohleon.blogspot.com/feeds/3039621264667969768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17396148&amp;postID=3039621264667969768' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17396148/posts/default/3039621264667969768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17396148/posts/default/3039621264667969768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohleon.blogspot.com/2007/04/lol.html' title=''/><author><name>Ayaka Keiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02359269450838063495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17396148.post-3082257460172056234</id><published>2007-04-04T17:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-04T18:43:02.428+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of Mid-Year Examinations</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.olegvolk.net/gallery/d/7624-2/salute.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.olegvolk.net/gallery/d/7624-2/salute.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Sir,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have been informed that the enemy has already breached past the impregnable defences that we have built and maintained every day. The vast number of the enemy troops has already surrounded the city walls and are now preparing for a violent siege.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have only a short time of preparation before the enemy gets to us and crush our empire to death. We cannot let the great Leonate fall, we cannot let this empire go down after a long history. We must do something about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our scouts have unfortunately been massacred and not even one returned to camp. I believe that they were being tortured with excruciating instruments of torture such as the electric chair, spike whips or the wheel. As such, they might have essential information about the layout of the country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Head Commander, we need a military strategy as soon as possible before the great Leonate fall!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours Faithfully,&lt;br /&gt;General Daryl Manoo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.pcimagenetwork.com/kids/p4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.pcimagenetwork.com/kids/p4.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cursed green paper landed on my table yesterday. It was the early precaution of the pandemonium in the future, and it's up to me to go through this ordeal, me myself and I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is it. The Mid-Year examination time-table. (gasp!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't fully figured out how time actually flew so fast just like an blink of an eye, really. January seemed like few days ago but hey, back to reality - 3 months past. And another 6 months and wow, I'm getting ready for the big O.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ain't I going to do anything about it? Yeah, probably. Everyone has their "military strategy" against those damned demonic examinations. Big boo boo for these exams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, this happened to be mine (nah, you don't have to torture yourself to read through mine, but I'm typing out as a reminder for myself, :D):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Number One Priority:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get an ace for Chinese. Sounds impossible for an E8 student like me? Yeah, probably. But I'm looking bright, so much brighter than the sun. I just love the school, I mean, which school offers you to NOT take Mother Tongue in the middle of the year because you happen to ace it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yah, you heard it right. Ace in Chinese, be it an A1 or A2, means a 4 months off from touching those cursed Chinese textbooks :D Sounds great, for me, that is. The free time during Mother Tongue periods in the timetable will be used to well, focus on other subjects while the other half of the cohort suffer from more Chinese lessons HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Number Two Priority:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buck up on my Physics. Yes, that's right, the most boring subject ever created on Earth thanks to Mr Newton for discovering that apples doesn't float in the air but they drop on his head instead (but thank God it wasn't a durian or else we'd have lost a great scientist in mankind :D).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sidenote: Katong's Durian Ice Blended Puree nice sia. (that's going out to durian lovers)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I haven't been listening in class during physics because:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Somehow physics teachers are pretty monotonous and dull (I think Justin agrees :D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) There's Miss Wiggy who is also known as Grace that is sooooooo distracting not because of her beauty (no sweet talk from Leon!) but because of the chlorine smell coming from her wig. Ugh! (don't tell her)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) 50% of the time I got so bored I prefer to let sandcastles build in the air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, how to ace Physics like that? (which I need as a part of my L1R5 HEHE)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Self study lor. Same as English.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And that brings me to my Number Three Priority:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://yjblog.stupidchicken.com/wp-content/uploads/2006/08/speakgood.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://yjblog.stupidchicken.com/wp-content/uploads/2006/08/speakgood.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This subject is deadly. Like, really. Don't feel intimidated by my really complicated sophisticated usage of English on this black blog (sorry, I can't help saying black :S) because in reality I always score a B.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, I have the examination system to blame then. Remember primary school examinations where they tested you with MCQs and close passage? DAMN. I'd have prefer that than some crap like, summary or situational writing. I ask you lah, how will that relate to spinning discs?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm prepared to brave through this subject with my arsenal of English assessment books and hell lots of reading. Yup. Can't learn much in English class too because the environment is just soooooooooooooo not for learning :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that I have no problems because 1) Maths is my forte 2) Geography just requires a hell lot of mind simulation (which I'm good at) and memorising (which I suck at) 3) Combined Humanities can rot because SS and History are a buckload of cow manure. (that's a much more polite word to replace bullshit :D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Done with all the academic ranting for the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.brucelynn.com/photography/family/images/Ana%20Thinking.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.brucelynn.com/photography/family/images/Ana%20Thinking.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, negative thinking really kills. If you think you'd never succeed in life or you'd never get a girl, then you'd probably won't because the only obstable between you and your goal is you yourself and YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yet sometimes, positive thinking really helps you more than your parents coming to your room to ask you to eat every bloody minute when you're realllllllly busy. It can push someone from a nobody to a somebody. A weakling to a stronger person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What you think really makes a difference. And that's really important for someone who thinks alot (like me!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are a Realist&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/areyouanoptimistorpessimistquiz/realist.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't see the glass as half empty or half full. You see what's exactly in the glass.&lt;br /&gt;You never try to make a bad situation seem better than it is...&lt;br /&gt;But you also never sabotage any good things you have going on.&lt;br /&gt;You are brutally honest in your assessments of situations - and this always seems to help you cope.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/areyouanoptimistorpessimistquiz/"&gt;Are You An Optimist or Pessimist?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go, elitism! (PS: Ju-on if you're reading this, what's the title of the rap on your friendster?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You cheated girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My heart bleeds girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So it goes without saying that you left me feeling hurt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Just a classic case&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A scenario&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tale as old as time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Girl you got what you deserved&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And now you want somebody&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;To cure the lonely nights&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You wish you had somebody&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;That could come and make it right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But girl I ain't somebody with a lot of sympathy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You'll see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Reply to tags:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Astrid - What's up crazy girl! I think the rider cooler right :D Or else the bike will receive a lot of scars from falls, aww :( And I purposely don't paint it pink, what you gonna do! (it would be a good idea to buy a pink bike for your b'day, yes?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kai Wei - HEHE. Why you never vote for Shi Xiang, he can be a very good student president okay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hui Min - But that's how bimbos talk what, isn't it! OH ya I forgot Hui Min is fake bimbo, because she's a MINie! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sheep - LOL I thought that woman who was talking really had oral cancer until Fang Ning tells me that it's actually a make-up women! Aiyah, why they never approach me, I could have put across the message in a reallllllllly cheerful manner :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rina - It's tough! Because it's not the radio DJs you know, it's different, it's a club DJ. If you go to a club you'd know that the DJ is very important because he's the one that "owns" the dance floor :) Can you imagine the DJ anyhow mix music and then the music sound like crap? Oh ya, you got the modulus already?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rachel - Yah lor, where you go! Aiya, now monsoon season, which means mushroom grow faster, then you go pluck them all right! I knew it. I knew that you would take such risks to cook cambelle soup for me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Althea - LOL cool right? For everything there's Mastercard. For doing art there's Leon's card. For taking bus in Hong Kong, there's Althea's card :D How can you abandon your card like that, later cannot take bus in HK how!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon Hao - Hello Ah Hao, you've linked me? Hao de, hao de :P But I really cannot navigate your blog with Mozzila Firefox, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xiao Xuan - Not I design the poster one what! Anyway if it has 3 crosses why do you think it was you, hmm?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17396148-3082257460172056234?l=ohleon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohleon.blogspot.com/feeds/3082257460172056234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17396148&amp;postID=3082257460172056234' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17396148/posts/default/3082257460172056234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17396148/posts/default/3082257460172056234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohleon.blogspot.com/2007/04/of-mid-year-examinations.html' title='Of Mid-Year Examinations'/><author><name>Ayaka Keiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02359269450838063495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17396148.post-2160711652091649556</id><published>2007-04-02T20:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-02T21:58:08.067+08:00</up
