<?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-6724267425345882880</id><updated>2012-02-16T19:28:29.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Only One</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://portrait-of-you.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724267425345882880/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portrait-of-you.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724267425345882880/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Portrait of You</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04475590951898535302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>125</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6724267425345882880.post-9062888098703946209</id><published>2010-03-29T16:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-29T16:49:03.082+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Insense</title><content type='html'>I've been reading all my past posts for the past one and a half hour, and it really brings back fond memories like soccer trainings, classes, Mr. Dominic and Joash. Really sick shit. I thought of deleting this blog anyway, but after deleting that other blog, made me really think twice before pressing that "Delete Blog" button in blogger. Luckily, that old blog could be retrieved and i was reading that blog too. Well, what could I say? Good times, real good times. Reading 1.5hours only covers 1/4 of past blog entries. So looks like I have probably another 5 hours to complete reading my past entries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poly's going to start in about another 3 weeks time, and time really files these days. From 13th of November until now, that's about 4 months. Wow, looking back, I really wish that I could turn back time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aloysius &amp;amp; Jun Yen are away on holiday, hope that have a fun and safe trip to Bali and Australia respectively. Now, using the computer for about 2 hours straight gives me the headaches, while comparing to my old computer last time, 5 hours straight was never a problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My new computer is coming tomorrow morning between 9am - 12pm. I wonder how am I supposed to play basketball with OJK. My head's spinning, and it looks as if it's going to rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, let me turn off this laptop so that I could have some shut eye and wake up to a scrumptious dinner later on. Take care guys!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6724267425345882880-9062888098703946209?l=portrait-of-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://portrait-of-you.blogspot.com/feeds/9062888098703946209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6724267425345882880&amp;postID=9062888098703946209' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724267425345882880/posts/default/9062888098703946209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724267425345882880/posts/default/9062888098703946209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portrait-of-you.blogspot.com/2010/03/insense.html' title='Insense'/><author><name>Portrait of You</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04475590951898535302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6724267425345882880.post-7473486260882026212</id><published>2010-03-09T18:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T18:53:39.384+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh no! i THINK I'm addicted to dota. THINK. this is bad. I wonder what will happen once i get a new comp next week(?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my ankle's hurting again, fuck it. I need to see a specialist soon. OH YA JUSTIN YOU BITCH PLS COME ON SUNDAY COZ THE GOALPOST BIG BIG AGAIN. BIG BIG THAT MEANS I CAN SCORE MANY MANY GOALS. WE NEED YOU. omg, can't believe i said that..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6724267425345882880-7473486260882026212?l=portrait-of-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://portrait-of-you.blogspot.com/feeds/7473486260882026212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6724267425345882880&amp;postID=7473486260882026212' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724267425345882880/posts/default/7473486260882026212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724267425345882880/posts/default/7473486260882026212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portrait-of-you.blogspot.com/2010/03/oh-no-i-think-im-addicted-to-dota.html' title=''/><author><name>Portrait of You</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04475590951898535302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6724267425345882880.post-4713790591073843365</id><published>2010-03-02T22:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T22:10:32.342+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HERROW! I'M YERROW! JUST LIKE HOMER SIMPSON!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a Jew homie we gonna die, go get the keys to the ride homie we gotta fly, we gotta flee homie i've got me some rocks, and some weed in my sock homie we getting high...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6724267425345882880-4713790591073843365?l=portrait-of-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://portrait-of-you.blogspot.com/feeds/4713790591073843365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6724267425345882880&amp;postID=4713790591073843365' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724267425345882880/posts/default/4713790591073843365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724267425345882880/posts/default/4713790591073843365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portrait-of-you.blogspot.com/2010/03/herrow-im-yerrow-just-like-homer.html' title=''/><author><name>Portrait of You</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04475590951898535302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6724267425345882880.post-8982580349435789230</id><published>2010-02-22T13:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T14:01:17.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I WISH I HAD FAIRLY ODDPARENTS LIKE TIMMY TURNER. SO COOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'M FEELING LIKE A FUCKING PIG EVERYDAY DURING CNY. PINEAPPLE TARTS! LOVE LETTERS! COOKIES! SOFT DRINKS! IT'S HIGH TIME THAT I FINALLY GET MY ASS OFF THE COUCH / BED AND GO TO THE PARK FOR SOME CYCLING-CUM-RUNNING-CUM-BEACH DAYS ONCE AGAIN WITH ALOYSIUS, JUNYEN AND JUNKAI. HEHEHEHEHEHE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to the gym later, I really wonder how far can I run with out stopping now... After since sprinting the length of 1 bus stop just to chase that 81 which we thought would be the last bus for the night, which we didn't make it, I think running a simple 1.6km wouldn't be a job well done for me. Oh damn, I feel super unfit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heeeeeee, CFC needs to play at a proper field already. We need proper 11-aside goalposts to play properly. Even though I'm good, there are sometimes where even good people have bad days, like yesterday. Running 10mins in the field never felt so difficult in my whole life before...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: I think Lucas Levia is the best Liverpool Player of the decade after watching last night's match against Man City... 3 cheers for Lucas!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6724267425345882880-8982580349435789230?l=portrait-of-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://portrait-of-you.blogspot.com/feeds/8982580349435789230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6724267425345882880&amp;postID=8982580349435789230' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724267425345882880/posts/default/8982580349435789230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724267425345882880/posts/default/8982580349435789230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portrait-of-you.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-wish-i-had-fairly-oddparents-like.html' title=''/><author><name>Portrait of You</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04475590951898535302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6724267425345882880.post-4084003143293791748</id><published>2010-01-17T21:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T22:09:33.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I want to build a time machine so as to travel back in time to undo my past mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the past week, my brain was just being flooded with past memories. There were so many things that I shouldn't have done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To those that I've let down &amp;amp; made you angry/disappointed/upset, I'm so sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck la this post so fucking emo. -__- i go somewhere nua and cry liao. Or maybe having accumulated just 6 hours of sleep for the past 2 days is not a good idea.. ( I dread going back to work after every weekend. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: I fucking miss Jackson @ work -___- having gui ling gao without him just feels different..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6724267425345882880-4084003143293791748?l=portrait-of-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://portrait-of-you.blogspot.com/feeds/4084003143293791748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6724267425345882880&amp;postID=4084003143293791748' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724267425345882880/posts/default/4084003143293791748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724267425345882880/posts/default/4084003143293791748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portrait-of-you.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-want-to-build-time-machine-so-as-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Portrait of You</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04475590951898535302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6724267425345882880.post-790033217511133225</id><published>2010-01-06T23:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T23:08:52.624+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I love Louis &amp;amp; Patricia very much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my job very much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not tired of shifting / moving 1080 cans of abalone &amp;amp; shark's fin at 1 time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm very accustomed to my job!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love cleaning up all the cardboard boxes and disassembling them into 1 sheet of cardboard!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love sleeping at 12am &amp;amp; waking up at 7am!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In all, I super duper (L) my job to the maxszxcszcxz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought that ranting at my blog will do more harm than good. Oh well. I've just typed the total opposite of what I'm feeling at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chao sai mathafakars!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6724267425345882880-790033217511133225?l=portrait-of-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://portrait-of-you.blogspot.com/feeds/790033217511133225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6724267425345882880&amp;postID=790033217511133225' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724267425345882880/posts/default/790033217511133225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724267425345882880/posts/default/790033217511133225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portrait-of-you.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-love-louis-patricia-very-much-i-love.html' title=''/><author><name>Portrait of You</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04475590951898535302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6724267425345882880.post-683781190500922266</id><published>2009-12-23T22:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T23:01:05.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh no! 1 more day and it'll be freezing cold. Brrr...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Avatar's awesome. You guys should go catch it some time. Na'vi race.&lt;br /&gt;"Plug the hair into the USB of the other animal's hair to ride it." - Alex Chua.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just found out that I have only a set of thermal clothing. G_G I hope it'll last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a Blessed &amp;amp; Merry Christmas to one and all this year. God bless!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6724267425345882880-683781190500922266?l=portrait-of-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://portrait-of-you.blogspot.com/feeds/683781190500922266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6724267425345882880&amp;postID=683781190500922266' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724267425345882880/posts/default/683781190500922266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724267425345882880/posts/default/683781190500922266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portrait-of-you.blogspot.com/2009/12/oh-no-1-more-day-and-itll-be-freezing.html' title=''/><author><name>Portrait of You</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04475590951898535302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6724267425345882880.post-3398636522942307954</id><published>2009-12-14T19:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T19:59:26.205+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ah, I don't feel so good atm. Very nauseous. Like pregnant. 2 days, seems like everything that I eat, I would feel like doing the Merlion. Omg! G_G&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sad and I love my dog. Fucking 3rd place no prize. -_- stupid tournament.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6724267425345882880-3398636522942307954?l=portrait-of-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://portrait-of-you.blogspot.com/feeds/3398636522942307954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6724267425345882880&amp;postID=3398636522942307954' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724267425345882880/posts/default/3398636522942307954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724267425345882880/posts/default/3398636522942307954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portrait-of-you.blogspot.com/2009/12/ah-i-dont-feel-so-good-atm.html' title=''/><author><name>Portrait of You</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04475590951898535302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6724267425345882880.post-7238654355114087525</id><published>2009-12-06T22:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T22:51:52.597+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WHEE I'M SO BLOODY HAPPY I BOUGHT MY VERY FIRST GRADE 1 BOOT. HAHAHAHAHA WOOHOO. BEST PART IS THAT IT ONLY COSTS ABOUT SGD $ 110 AND SINGAPORE IS SELLING ABOUT $180 - $230. HEHEHEHE. SO HAPPY HAHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: I finally understand why Alex is so scared of transsexuals. I'm scared of them now too. OMGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not safe for male teens to walk the streets of Thailand after 9pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ladyboys.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6724267425345882880-7238654355114087525?l=portrait-of-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://portrait-of-you.blogspot.com/feeds/7238654355114087525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6724267425345882880&amp;postID=7238654355114087525' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724267425345882880/posts/default/7238654355114087525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724267425345882880/posts/default/7238654355114087525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portrait-of-you.blogspot.com/2009/12/whee-im-so-bloody-happy-i-bought-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Portrait of You</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04475590951898535302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6724267425345882880.post-3532596123367990673</id><published>2009-11-28T22:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T23:04:59.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OH MY GOD I JUST DOWNLOADED BEJEWELED 2 DELUXE EDITION TRIAL AND THEY SAID I'VE EXPIRED MY TRIAL VERSION. WTF SIA SERIOUSLY. I'M AS PISSED AS HOMER SIMPSON WHEN HE CANNOT GET HIS DOUGHNUT..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HAVE TO GO AND PLAY BEJEWELED 2 ON FACEBOOK AND I'LL BECOME ANOTHER FACEBOOK TROLL NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! TOMORROW WILL BE ANOTHER SHITTY DAY COZ GUESS WHO'S COMING TO PLAY SOCCER WITH CFC. WOOHOO! BLOODY OWNAGE. I'LL PAWN THEIR ASS TMRW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a lighter note, Junkai just fucking scared the shit out of me when we went into Park View Primary. I think I'll probably die if I go to OCH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Eh, &lt;span id="result_box" class="short_text"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" title="did you hear that?" onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'"&gt;FUCK! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="result_box" class="short_text"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" title="inside there" onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'"&gt;里面&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="result_box" class="short_text"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" title="inside there" onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'"&gt;有&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="result_box" class="short_text"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" title="head"&gt;头 bodoh"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"CHEEBYE! DON'T SCARE ME LA."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*walks back to the windows &amp;amp; take a peek*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"KNNBCCB ZHAO LA"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*climbs over gate*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was probably my conversation with Junkai. Jackson was there also. -_-&lt;br /&gt; The worst part is that, what Junkai saw was most likely, maybe around 90%, his own reflection on the windows.  (-.-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moral of the story,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="result_box" class="short_text"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" title="people"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="result_box" class="short_text"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" title="people"&gt;人&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="result_box" class="short_text"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" title="frighten"&gt;吓&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="result_box" class="short_text"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" title="people"&gt;人&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="result_box" class="short_text"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" title="will go"&gt;会&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="result_box" class="short_text"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" title="frighten"&gt;吓&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="result_box" class="short_text"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(235, 239, 249);" title="die"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="result_box" class="short_text"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" title="die"&gt;死&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="result_box" class="short_text"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" title="people"&gt;人.&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/6724267425345882880-3532596123367990673?l=portrait-of-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://portrait-of-you.blogspot.com/feeds/3532596123367990673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6724267425345882880&amp;postID=3532596123367990673' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724267425345882880/posts/default/3532596123367990673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724267425345882880/posts/default/3532596123367990673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portrait-of-you.blogspot.com/2009/11/oh-my-god-i-just-downloaded-bejeweled-2.html' title=''/><author><name>Portrait of You</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04475590951898535302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6724267425345882880.post-9201350425819331934</id><published>2009-11-19T22:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T22:46:09.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Markus Chua says:&lt;br /&gt;*):&lt;br /&gt;*lol&lt;br /&gt;*not so fast la&lt;br /&gt;*chill&lt;br /&gt;*LOL&lt;br /&gt;*you facebook troll&lt;br /&gt;*HAHA&lt;br /&gt;alsofiena says:&lt;br /&gt;*im too &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;hot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to be troll!&lt;br /&gt;*;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA THIS IS FOR YOU ALSOFIENA! :D HAHAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FACEBOOK TROLL :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6724267425345882880-9201350425819331934?l=portrait-of-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://portrait-of-you.blogspot.com/feeds/9201350425819331934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6724267425345882880&amp;postID=9201350425819331934' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724267425345882880/posts/default/9201350425819331934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724267425345882880/posts/default/9201350425819331934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portrait-of-you.blogspot.com/2009/11/markus-chua-says-lol-not-so-fast-la.html' title=''/><author><name>Portrait of You</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04475590951898535302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6724267425345882880.post-2320592741609080948</id><published>2009-11-11T23:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T23:10:20.499+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mvVDdzVu5bk/SvrTsoMJmTI/AAAAAAAAAA8/sEikQO5wBi0/s1600-h/untitled.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mvVDdzVu5bk/SvrTsoMJmTI/AAAAAAAAAA8/sEikQO5wBi0/s320/untitled.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402863466640415026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: Aloysius, this picture seems all to familiar isn't it? Our sacrifice. OMG!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6724267425345882880-2320592741609080948?l=portrait-of-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://portrait-of-you.blogspot.com/feeds/2320592741609080948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6724267425345882880&amp;postID=2320592741609080948' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724267425345882880/posts/default/2320592741609080948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724267425345882880/posts/default/2320592741609080948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portrait-of-you.blogspot.com/2009/11/ps-aloysius-this-picture-seems-all-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Portrait of You</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04475590951898535302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mvVDdzVu5bk/SvrTsoMJmTI/AAAAAAAAAA8/sEikQO5wBi0/s72-c/untitled.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6724267425345882880.post-9072750716567196703</id><published>2009-11-04T22:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T22:30:44.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mvVDdzVu5bk/SvGPwLnTYrI/AAAAAAAAAA0/rx2vyiVZnYg/s1600-h/317727-141_nike_mercurial_vapor_4_white_top_zm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 327px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mvVDdzVu5bk/SvGPwLnTYrI/AAAAAAAAAA0/rx2vyiVZnYg/s320/317727-141_nike_mercurial_vapor_4_white_top_zm.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400255486108066482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mvVDdzVu5bk/SvGPv6snSLI/AAAAAAAAAAs/zsvXd3myMzE/s1600-h/317727-141_nike_mercurial_vapor_4_white_outside_zm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mvVDdzVu5bk/SvGPv6snSLI/AAAAAAAAAAs/zsvXd3myMzE/s320/317727-141_nike_mercurial_vapor_4_white_outside_zm.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400255481566939314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AH I NEED IT I NEED IT I NEED IT I NEED IT. $.$ ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn, i should have taken the deal of every A i get $50. THEN I WOULD HAVE ENOUGH TO BUY THIS SHIT. NOooooooooooooo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6724267425345882880-9072750716567196703?l=portrait-of-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://portrait-of-you.blogspot.com/feeds/9072750716567196703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6724267425345882880&amp;postID=9072750716567196703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724267425345882880/posts/default/9072750716567196703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724267425345882880/posts/default/9072750716567196703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portrait-of-you.blogspot.com/2009/11/ah-i-need-it-i-need-it-i-need-it-i-need.html' title=''/><author><name>Portrait of You</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04475590951898535302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mvVDdzVu5bk/SvGPwLnTYrI/AAAAAAAAAA0/rx2vyiVZnYg/s72-c/317727-141_nike_mercurial_vapor_4_white_top_zm.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6724267425345882880.post-7810566980698676327</id><published>2009-10-30T22:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T22:12:57.698+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I HAD THE BEST DREAM</title><content type='html'>I had the best dream last night. OMG! Heheehehhehehe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But things certainly turned awry for me. I screwed 25marks due to my SUPERB MENTAL CALCULATION! E.g. 3 + 3 = 3! -(-0.1t) = -0.1t! And saving the best for last, my gradient formula is X2 - X1 / Y2 - Y1 WHEEEEE. YES AH! Byebye 25marks! ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good luck to one and all for the upcoming papers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6724267425345882880-7810566980698676327?l=portrait-of-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://portrait-of-you.blogspot.com/feeds/7810566980698676327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6724267425345882880&amp;postID=7810566980698676327' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724267425345882880/posts/default/7810566980698676327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724267425345882880/posts/default/7810566980698676327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portrait-of-you.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-had-best-dream.html' title='I HAD THE BEST DREAM'/><author><name>Portrait of You</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04475590951898535302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6724267425345882880.post-1934896940081889557</id><published>2009-09-18T14:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T14:27:10.712+08:00</updated><title type='text'>-</title><content type='html'>Careless or care-less?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew I wasn't going to do well for that paper, somehow, I just knew it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;True enough, fucking 45/80. Good job Markus. Now you're so screwed. The worst part is that I did 2 papers the day before the exam. Well prepared, sat for paper, felt good after that, got back the results.. Great news! Guess what? Mr. Cheang even came up to me this morning and said that he wanted to talk to me regarding my results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Your results are not good, Markus. I expected much, much more from you.", and with this sentence continuously flashing through my mind, I sat for my Physics paper, my weakest link. GREAT DAY! Yeah, I calculated with Chee Nan in the bus that I needed to get 90/100 for paper 2 in order to get an A1. WOW! SO ACHIEVABLE! I CAN'T EVEN DO THE GEOMETRIC PROOFS AND THAT WILL ALREADY COST ME 8-10 MARKS DEPENDING ON THE WEIGHTAGE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HI I'M A DOPE. AND I SPRAINED MY ANKLE TODAY. YES GOOD JOB MARKUS! EVERYTHING'S JUST WORKING OUT FINE FOR YOU! ^^)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One a slighter note, maybe i should just pursue my dreams...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6724267425345882880-1934896940081889557?l=portrait-of-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://portrait-of-you.blogspot.com/feeds/1934896940081889557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6724267425345882880&amp;postID=1934896940081889557' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724267425345882880/posts/default/1934896940081889557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724267425345882880/posts/default/1934896940081889557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portrait-of-you.blogspot.com/2009/09/blog-post_18.html' title='-'/><author><name>Portrait of You</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04475590951898535302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6724267425345882880.post-1334038175741263288</id><published>2009-09-06T00:34:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T00:38:19.422+08:00</updated><title type='text'>-</title><content type='html'>HI I SWEAR I'M NOT PLAYING X HERO SIEGE ANYMORE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I NEED SG$200 BECAUSE I WANT THAT MERCURIAL VAPOUR V BOOT WHICH ONLY COSTS SG$200. I WANT IT. I DON'T NEED IT BUT I WANT IT. AHHHHHHHH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Some guys have all the luck." - Rod Steward.&lt;a href="http://www.gmarket.com.sg/challenge/neo_goods/goods.asp?goodscode=200058656&amp;amp;pos_shop_cd=GE&amp;amp;pos_class_cd=300000256&amp;amp;pos_class_kind=S"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://forums.gameaxis.com/showthread.php?p=21739187"&gt;http://forums.gameaxis.com/showthread.php?p=21739187&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6724267425345882880-1334038175741263288?l=portrait-of-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://portrait-of-you.blogspot.com/feeds/1334038175741263288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6724267425345882880&amp;postID=1334038175741263288' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724267425345882880/posts/default/1334038175741263288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724267425345882880/posts/default/1334038175741263288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portrait-of-you.blogspot.com/2009/09/blog-post.html' title='-'/><author><name>Portrait of You</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04475590951898535302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6724267425345882880.post-2411882091411182483</id><published>2009-08-16T14:47:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T14:57:41.435+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I played like a fucking selfish slut today. I don't know why either. Maybe I'm too pumped up that the EPL has started or whatsoever. But I shouldn't have done so. Getting the opportunity to shoot is one thing, shooting without and opportunity is another thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Playing with my buddies in school and playing with CFC is two different things altogether. There's no preference on which I like playing with better but I enjoy most when I'm playing in school...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should just be a team player in CFC, since there are so many "wonderful" goal scorers who will keep their ball on their feet until the opponents steals the ball from them. Great. Seriously, CFC is getting shittier and shittier every week. Fucking selfish cunts, including me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6724267425345882880-2411882091411182483?l=portrait-of-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://portrait-of-you.blogspot.com/feeds/2411882091411182483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6724267425345882880&amp;postID=2411882091411182483' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724267425345882880/posts/default/2411882091411182483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724267425345882880/posts/default/2411882091411182483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portrait-of-you.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-played-like-fucking-selfish-slut.html' title=''/><author><name>Portrait of You</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04475590951898535302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6724267425345882880.post-1785579060572728773</id><published>2009-08-08T23:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T23:23:15.318+08:00</updated><title type='text'>-</title><content type='html'>Is Lady GaGa a hermaphrodite? I've seen the video on youtube, it seems pretty much convincing but they could have doctored the video by special effects or something. I mean, technology nowadays are so advanced, they can even show Franz Beckenbauer playing along side Franck Ribery if they want to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, the abuse of technology...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the video&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Xbmxw6befyQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Xbmxw6befyQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have to make it to full screen and pause the video between 1.13 and 1.14 to see her "penis". It looks funny though...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6724267425345882880-1785579060572728773?l=portrait-of-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://portrait-of-you.blogspot.com/feeds/1785579060572728773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6724267425345882880&amp;postID=1785579060572728773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724267425345882880/posts/default/1785579060572728773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724267425345882880/posts/default/1785579060572728773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portrait-of-you.blogspot.com/2009/08/blog-post_08.html' title='-'/><author><name>Portrait of You</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04475590951898535302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6724267425345882880.post-102130425314309734</id><published>2009-08-06T21:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T21:22:30.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'>-</title><content type='html'>Today was a fun day, well at least it was a day full of sporting activities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess he finally had a taste of his own medicine for being boastful about his soccer skills and tricks.&lt;br /&gt;And I sort of understand what it means by "It is better to give than to receive". By creating goals for others, I too, feel great about it, and the person on the other end scoring the goal sure feels damn good too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The O'Levels are in about 80 days. I'm starting to feel the punch of it, with all the tests this week, for maths, I'm feeling super stressed out when I can't do some of the questions. It doesn't take rocket science to figure out that we should start putting in much more effort from now to the start of the national exams. I was figuring that we should not play soccer anymore after school but Fridays are an exception. Okay, it was not me who thought of that idea but I think it really makes perfect sense. If we could put in as much effort into playing soccer into our studies, we would definitely do well for our exams. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, who's with me on this perfectly logical solution that will help us in our preparations for our exams?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6724267425345882880-102130425314309734?l=portrait-of-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://portrait-of-you.blogspot.com/feeds/102130425314309734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6724267425345882880&amp;postID=102130425314309734' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724267425345882880/posts/default/102130425314309734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724267425345882880/posts/default/102130425314309734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portrait-of-you.blogspot.com/2009/08/blog-post.html' title='-'/><author><name>Portrait of You</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04475590951898535302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6724267425345882880.post-3304257874414039644</id><published>2009-07-25T21:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T21:50:31.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HI IM HAVING A HEADACHE NOW FROM PLAYING DJ MAX. LOOKING AT THOSE THINGS THAT ARE FLYING SO FAST AND MY FINGERS TRYING TO PRESS THE BUTTONS OF MY PSP JUST MAKES ME HIGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HOPE THOSE PEOPLE WHO STOLE ELVIN'S PHONE GET THEIR FUCKING RETRIBUTION. STEAL THE WALLET AND THROW IT AWAY. INSIDE GOT IC. GOOD JOB! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IM FINALLY GOING BACK TO TRAINING TMRW. WHEEE I SAW LIVERPOOL FANS AT LIANG COURT. HEHEHE I LOVE LIVERPOOL FC!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6724267425345882880-3304257874414039644?l=portrait-of-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://portrait-of-you.blogspot.com/feeds/3304257874414039644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6724267425345882880&amp;postID=3304257874414039644' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724267425345882880/posts/default/3304257874414039644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724267425345882880/posts/default/3304257874414039644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portrait-of-you.blogspot.com/2009/07/hi-im-having-headache-now-from-playing.html' title=''/><author><name>Portrait of You</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04475590951898535302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6724267425345882880.post-1756035057014630777</id><published>2009-07-19T21:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T21:13:47.711+08:00</updated><title type='text'>-</title><content type='html'>I thought that by not going for training today, i would be less tired. But in fact, after my tuition teacher messaged me saying that he was sick, i practically slept through the entire afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the best part is, playing soccer isn't as exhausting as lazying the whole day..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joash says that he might be coming back to Singapore sometime in October, if his appeal gets through, but we'll all be having our O' Levels. Aww so sadddddd!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6724267425345882880-1756035057014630777?l=portrait-of-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://portrait-of-you.blogspot.com/feeds/1756035057014630777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6724267425345882880&amp;postID=1756035057014630777' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724267425345882880/posts/default/1756035057014630777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724267425345882880/posts/default/1756035057014630777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portrait-of-you.blogspot.com/2009/07/blog-post_19.html' title='-'/><author><name>Portrait of You</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04475590951898535302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6724267425345882880.post-1025049031690000388</id><published>2009-07-12T00:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T00:04:57.008+08:00</updated><title type='text'>-</title><content type='html'>Perhaps, this would be a sign for us to stop playing soccer from now till the end of the O' Levels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joash the slut is back in Singapore. Nothing in him has changed, except that instead of being a slut, he's a fucking cunt now.. Would be having dinner with them during one of the weekdays next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi! I'm having 3 blisters on each side of my foot atm. It totally raWks my SaWks Off! Playing without shoes at the street soccer court isn't such a good idea afterall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*P/S: Dear Sky,&lt;br /&gt;Stop raining...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6724267425345882880-1025049031690000388?l=portrait-of-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://portrait-of-you.blogspot.com/feeds/1025049031690000388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6724267425345882880&amp;postID=1025049031690000388' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724267425345882880/posts/default/1025049031690000388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724267425345882880/posts/default/1025049031690000388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portrait-of-you.blogspot.com/2009/07/blog-post_12.html' title='-'/><author><name>Portrait of You</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04475590951898535302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6724267425345882880.post-606749859377813961</id><published>2009-07-04T11:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T11:48:10.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'>-</title><content type='html'>Experiencing quite a number of pains in my body at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seems like that hump at my lower back is giving me the recent backaches... OMG! It's quite painful sometimes.. My left ankle &amp;amp; knee are going to turn into chronic problems in the future. Guaranteed. I just hope I won't be like Stan whose knees are worn out at the age of 27 and have to go for the operation that my grandma went during the Dec' '08 holidays. I guess it just runs in the family.. Alex is experiencing ankle injuries too.. Damn, I feel so Paris.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I ripped my school shoe because there was a hole on the sole of the shoe. It felt great! I'm wondering when's the time when I'm going to tear apart the soles of my Mercurial boot.. I guess maybe another 2months and I can do that. And maybe, just maybe, I might be able to buy that fucking $300++ Mercurial first grade boot that we saw at Queensway. HEHEHEHE! I STILL HAVE MY SIGHTS ON IT!!! I feel like a million bucks wearing that. But too bad I don't have the $.$ to buy it. HAHA. Maybe Nike will sponsor me, in my dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; for the record, being a youth player in any country is good. They get to wear first grade boots. Coming from a 3rd world country like the Phillipines, their players get to wear the first grade Nike or Adidas F50 which most of the star players are wearing. Fuck it, I shouldn't have fucking gave up because of the fact that I'm a pussy as I cannot endure the national trainings. d: HEHEHEEHE. So much for that...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6724267425345882880-606749859377813961?l=portrait-of-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://portrait-of-you.blogspot.com/feeds/606749859377813961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6724267425345882880&amp;postID=606749859377813961' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724267425345882880/posts/default/606749859377813961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724267425345882880/posts/default/606749859377813961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portrait-of-you.blogspot.com/2009/07/blog-post.html' title='-'/><author><name>Portrait of You</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04475590951898535302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6724267425345882880.post-9169747112776103292</id><published>2009-06-26T22:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T23:41:38.141+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i just spent an hour cleaning my keyboard, and now my back is experiencing excruciating pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the bright side, my keyboard looks much much cleaner than before. try plucking all the keys one by one, and then, try taking a peek into what's hiding beneath those very keys that you're using everyday. You'll be horrified! LOL! Yes, i finally agree with the experts that said that our computer desks contain more germs and bacteria compared to the toilet bowl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss my guitar. It sure feels weird not touching and caressing the body parts of my other half. Sounds damn wrong. My back's aching alot. HAHAHAH. I did the Merlion again at the Dim Sum buffet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A true buffet lover, or the typical Singaporean?&lt;br /&gt;A line for you to ponder over...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S : &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HI YEETEEN YOU SLUT HAPPY BIRTHDAY! (:&lt;br /&gt;(FROM YOUR OH-SO-WONDERFUL BESTIE LMAO!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6724267425345882880-9169747112776103292?l=portrait-of-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://portrait-of-you.blogspot.com/feeds/9169747112776103292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6724267425345882880&amp;postID=9169747112776103292' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724267425345882880/posts/default/9169747112776103292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724267425345882880/posts/default/9169747112776103292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portrait-of-you.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-just-spent-hour-cleaning-my-keyboard.html' title=''/><author><name>Portrait of You</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04475590951898535302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6724267425345882880.post-8528312492653048183</id><published>2009-06-20T23:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T23:57:14.349+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>FUCK I'M FUCKING SCAERD.&lt;br /&gt;OH MY FUCKING GOD.&lt;br /&gt;AFTER WHAT HAPPENED TODAY&lt;br /&gt;I'M REALLY FUCKING FREAKED OUT.&lt;br /&gt;A FUCKING FEMALE GHOST,&lt;br /&gt;AT THE OTHER END OF THE PHONE.&lt;br /&gt;WHAT THE FUCK MAN?!?!?&lt;br /&gt;THIS IS FUCKING BULLSHIT.&lt;br /&gt;HER VOICE STILL LINGERS IN MY EAR.&lt;br /&gt;FUCK IT MAN.&lt;br /&gt;I NEED TO BANG MY HEAD AGAINST THE WALL,&lt;br /&gt;TO FUCKING FORGET THIS SHIT.&lt;br /&gt;FUCK MAN, I'VE NEVER BEEN SO FUCKING SCARED BEFORE............................&lt;br /&gt;OH MY GODDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But hey, everything's gotta have a logical and scientific explaination...&lt;br /&gt;Well, I fucking hope, for this case, there is. OH MY GODDDDDD!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6724267425345882880-8528312492653048183?l=portrait-of-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://portrait-of-you.blogspot.com/feeds/8528312492653048183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6724267425345882880&amp;postID=8528312492653048183' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724267425345882880/posts/default/8528312492653048183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724267425345882880/posts/default/8528312492653048183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portrait-of-you.blogspot.com/2009/06/fuck-im-fucking-scaerd.html' title=''/><author><name>Portrait of You</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04475590951898535302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6724267425345882880.post-4648122822276236123</id><published>2009-06-13T22:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T22:26:38.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ANDREW</title><content type='html'>OKAY, ON A LIGHTER NOTE TO THAT VIDEO, THAT GUY PWNS MAN! OMG. YOU GUYS SHOULD CHECK OUT ALL OF HIS VIDEOS. ESPECIALLY I KILL PEOPLE, COLD BLOODED CHRISTMAS AND SHOW ME YOUR GENITALS 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, my cousin's getting married or something tmrw. I don't know what is it really called. Solemnization or something. I don't know what it means, but what I do know is that tmrw will be a happy day. HEHEHEHE! Even though I still stand strong on my doubts about his fiancee, I still wish them all the best!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex pissed me off today while we were playing bball. We got owned by Krystel. LOL! HAHAHAHA! Well, I can't play bball for nuts. But hey, I'm trying hard to improve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Living with past regrets everyday, and I wonder when will be stop fretting over the mistakes that I've done and accumulated over this very year. Oh well. I'm a dick!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leaving house @ 6.30am tmrw. Alvin's coming to pick me up to prepare audio and visual stuff for the solemnization. SLEEP SLEEP SLEEP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHOW ME YOUR GENITALS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6724267425345882880-4648122822276236123?l=portrait-of-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://portrait-of-you.blogspot.com/feeds/4648122822276236123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6724267425345882880&amp;postID=4648122822276236123' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724267425345882880/posts/default/4648122822276236123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724267425345882880/posts/default/4648122822276236123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portrait-of-you.blogspot.com/2009/06/andrew.html' title='ANDREW'/><author><name>Portrait of You</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04475590951898535302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6724267425345882880.post-8745926287511136136</id><published>2009-06-10T17:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T17:06:15.702+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Show Me Your Genitals</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qqXi8WmQ_WM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qqXi8WmQ_WM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;Okay, firstly, to all girls who are about to see this video, please don't get offended. But seriously, just watch this shit. Makes me laugh all the time! Show me your genitals by Jon Lajoie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6724267425345882880-8745926287511136136?l=portrait-of-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://portrait-of-you.blogspot.com/feeds/8745926287511136136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6724267425345882880&amp;postID=8745926287511136136' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724267425345882880/posts/default/8745926287511136136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724267425345882880/posts/default/8745926287511136136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portrait-of-you.blogspot.com/2009/06/show-me-your-genitals.html' title='Show Me Your Genitals'/><author><name>Portrait of You</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04475590951898535302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6724267425345882880.post-4284811234700181559</id><published>2009-06-05T23:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T23:55:26.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'>-</title><content type='html'>Can't stop you from thinking, can't stop you from feeling, can't stop you from seeing, can't stop you from hearing. Go on like this, and you'll be hurting the people around you that care about you that you couldn't give a fuck about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tired, need a break from all these shit happening around. Just hope you realise that there are more people that care about you than what you've expected or thought about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be completing my whole week long of exercising, a whole week. Non-stop action, from Monday till Sunday. 2 more days and I'm done with this shit. Both days are for soccer. How much longer will I see the wall infront of me that is blocking my way and sight of everything. I guess another 4 days, and I'll be drained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: This was the first time in many months that I fell at the court and end up injuring myself. Yippee! I broke my record again...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6724267425345882880-4284811234700181559?l=portrait-of-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://portrait-of-you.blogspot.com/feeds/4284811234700181559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6724267425345882880&amp;postID=4284811234700181559' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724267425345882880/posts/default/4284811234700181559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724267425345882880/posts/default/4284811234700181559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portrait-of-you.blogspot.com/2009/06/blog-post.html' title='-'/><author><name>Portrait of You</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04475590951898535302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6724267425345882880.post-8616944657454916580</id><published>2009-06-01T19:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T09:52:36.898+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreams</title><content type='html'>The past 2 days have really been interesting, in what way? Well, my dreams are very very weird. Firstly, I dreamt that I was in a car with my mum behind the wheel. Her right hand clasped tightly to her handphone while the other hand was on the steering wheel, and at the same time she was speeding, probably about 140km/h if I'm correct. Somehow, we were in a straight road that leads us to this huge dam, and at the opening of the dam, there was this car, like Mr. Sam's car except that it's silver in colour. My mum didn't see it and drove straight into the car's boot, slamming it into the dam, with a big splash coming out. And I remembered vividly that I screamt like a girl. I was very very terrified, and took a look into the water. Oh yeah, the worst part is that there was someone inside the car. I stepped out of the car and took a peek into the dam. And the car was sinking slowly very very slowly. Then Alex came into my room and screamed at me. Fucker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay the other dream that I had was yesterday night, just before the O' level Chinese papers. I dreamt that my sister died. Somehow, and I cried. My whole family was very sad. (Well obviously.) But somehow there was no granny and my maid. Weird dreams. Somehow, somewhat i think that my dreams are trying to hint to me something. I hope nothing bad happens to my family, esp. Granny.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6724267425345882880-8616944657454916580?l=portrait-of-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://portrait-of-you.blogspot.com/feeds/8616944657454916580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6724267425345882880&amp;postID=8616944657454916580' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724267425345882880/posts/default/8616944657454916580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724267425345882880/posts/default/8616944657454916580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portrait-of-you.blogspot.com/2009/06/dreams.html' title='Dreams'/><author><name>Portrait of You</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04475590951898535302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6724267425345882880.post-4415429337272214567</id><published>2009-05-29T18:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T18:34:47.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'>-</title><content type='html'>Taking things on my stride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope God gives me a sign.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Pray for us heavenly Father, and at the hour of our death."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6724267425345882880-4415429337272214567?l=portrait-of-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://portrait-of-you.blogspot.com/feeds/4415429337272214567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6724267425345882880&amp;postID=4415429337272214567' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724267425345882880/posts/default/4415429337272214567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724267425345882880/posts/default/4415429337272214567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portrait-of-you.blogspot.com/2009/05/blog-post_29.html' title='-'/><author><name>Portrait of You</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04475590951898535302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6724267425345882880.post-5934710590388560557</id><published>2009-05-23T23:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T23:30:12.949+08:00</updated><title type='text'>-</title><content type='html'>I was looking through all the Mercurials that the shops in Peninsula had to offer, and I strongly believed that my Mercurial is one of the best looking ones that Nike had created. Comfortable and light, wow! I'll get my hands on that pair of first grade Baby blue and white Mercurial someday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought a capo for $7. I'm so happy. I thought that it originally costs over $20, which Yamaha sells. But then I WENT PENIN AND GOT A CAPO FOR $7. YAFOooo. Works perfectly. Results ain't up to my expectations, even though i expected that i'll flunk this exams, which i had done. Well, it's like a strange feeling that you have like "Oh, I'm so gonna flunk this paper.". And when you are just about to receive your results, when the teacher is calling out the index number one by one, you'll be praying, "Oh god, please let me see a distinction on my paper." Somehow, it's like the feeling of "Oh, i'm gonna do very badly" but at the same time "I'm hoping that i'll get high marks for that pape". Well, that's what i'm feeling when i'm doing the exams and receiving the results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a lighter note, the Chinese O' Level exams are coming soon. And I'm not really prepared to take the paper now. Somehow, my mentality is abit weird "Oh, the MT exams are coming," "But heck care la, play play play play play."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think i'm going back to train with CFC again, after 2 - 3 months of my abscence from the team. HEEHEHEHE. Then we'll be facing UFC, which i hope that we'll improve again. Going back tomorrow to see how drastically my skills have dropped over the past few months. It's like a sine curve, where in Feb, i was at the peak, and now i'm the bottom. But hey, it's always a cycle, then i'll go up again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, I can't really believe that my cousin, Andrew, is getting married soon. He and his fiancee will be going RoM on 15th June. The best part is, i think that she is his very first one, and they have been only together for only a month. This proves and shows that true love exists somewhere in our hearts. Btw, his fiancee is a Chinese woman, which i think that she seduced him into getting married. They even bought a flat recently. HAHAHAH! Oh my, i could still remember the weekends that the four cousins shared in my grandma's room. Sounds damn wrong, but watching tv and playing cards. And now, he's going to get married. Alex too, can't believe that he's getting married. I replied, "Aiya, soon it'll be your turn.", with a cheeky smile. His reply was a smile. Does this mean something? HAHAHAHA LMAO! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6724267425345882880-5934710590388560557?l=portrait-of-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://portrait-of-you.blogspot.com/feeds/5934710590388560557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6724267425345882880&amp;postID=5934710590388560557' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724267425345882880/posts/default/5934710590388560557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724267425345882880/posts/default/5934710590388560557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portrait-of-you.blogspot.com/2009/05/blog-post_23.html' title='-'/><author><name>Portrait of You</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04475590951898535302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6724267425345882880.post-7928675141117069313</id><published>2009-05-17T00:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T00:24:38.348+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Du lan</title><content type='html'>Du lan, du lan, du lan, du lan, du lan, du lan, du lan, du lan, du lan, du lan, du lan, du lan, du lan, du lan, du lan, du lan, du lan, du lan, du lan, du lan, du lan, du lan, du lan, du lan, du lan, du lan, du lan, du lan, du lan, du lan, du lan, du lan, du lan, du lan, du lan, du lan, du lan, du lan, du lan, du lan, du lan, du lan, du lan, du lan, du lan, du lan, du lan, du lan, du lan, du lan, du lan, du lan, du lan, du lan, du lan, du lan, du lan, du lan, du lan, du lan, du lan, du lan, du lan, du lan, du lan, du lan, du lan, du lan, du lan, du lan, du lan, du lan, du lan, du lan, du lan, du lan, du lan, du lan, du lan, du lan, du lan, du lan, du lan, du lan, du lan, du lan, du lan, du lan, du lan, du lan, du lan, du lan, du lan, du lan, du lan, du lan, du lan, du lan, du lan, du lan, du lan, du lan, du lan, du lan, du lan, du lan, du lan, du lan, du lan, du lan, du lan, du lan, du lan, du lan, du lan, du lan, du lan, du lan, du lan, du lan, du lan, du lan, du lan, du lan, du lan, du lan, du lan, du lan, du lan, du lan, du lan, du lan, du lan, du lan, du lan, du lan, du lan, du lan, du lan, du lan, du lan, du lan, du lan, du lan, du lan, du lan, du lan, du lan, du lan, du lan, du lan, du lan, du lan, du lan, du lan, du lan, du lan, du lan, du lan, du lan, du lan, du lan, du lan, du lan, du lan, du lan, du lan, du lan, du lan, du lan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCKING DU LAN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Man Utd won Premier, bloody match fixing bitches.&lt;br /&gt;2) My sister off-ed my internet just now, when i told her not to off. Just when dota was about to make my day. Hypocrite.&lt;br /&gt;3) My back's worsening. Detoriating.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6724267425345882880-7928675141117069313?l=portrait-of-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://portrait-of-you.blogspot.com/feeds/7928675141117069313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6724267425345882880&amp;postID=7928675141117069313' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724267425345882880/posts/default/7928675141117069313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724267425345882880/posts/default/7928675141117069313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portrait-of-you.blogspot.com/2009/05/du-lan.html' title='Du lan'/><author><name>Portrait of You</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04475590951898535302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6724267425345882880.post-236620039036515912</id><published>2009-05-12T17:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T17:53:34.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'>-</title><content type='html'>I'm cold, so cold, once again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope granny's doing well in Taiwan.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6724267425345882880-236620039036515912?l=portrait-of-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://portrait-of-you.blogspot.com/feeds/236620039036515912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6724267425345882880&amp;postID=236620039036515912' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724267425345882880/posts/default/236620039036515912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724267425345882880/posts/default/236620039036515912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portrait-of-you.blogspot.com/2009/05/blog-post_12.html' title='-'/><author><name>Portrait of You</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04475590951898535302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6724267425345882880.post-376887851618697423</id><published>2009-05-10T22:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T22:43:13.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'>-</title><content type='html'>Running to your dad's car without warming down is a big nono after playing soccer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My muscles all over my body seem to be going on a cramp spree. Especially my groin area. WOOHOO. Seems like my groin's gonna tear very very soon. &amp;amp; my never ending ankle problem is coming back to haunt me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, contemplating on watching the Arsenal vs Chelsea match. At 12am I suppose! SO FUN W0RSHZX! Man Utd just won Man City 2-0 and and and the best part was, Ronaldo was crying! HAHAHAHA! OWNED!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BOOOOOOOHOOOOOOOOOOOHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! )':&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6724267425345882880-376887851618697423?l=portrait-of-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://portrait-of-you.blogspot.com/feeds/376887851618697423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6724267425345882880&amp;postID=376887851618697423' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724267425345882880/posts/default/376887851618697423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724267425345882880/posts/default/376887851618697423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portrait-of-you.blogspot.com/2009/05/blog-post_10.html' title='-'/><author><name>Portrait of You</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04475590951898535302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6724267425345882880.post-1526900090587760466</id><published>2009-05-09T23:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T23:51:55.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'>-</title><content type='html'>HOHOHO DOMINATED HEHEHEHEHE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking forward to next Saturday! HAHAHAHAHAHA!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STOP DOTAING&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6724267425345882880-1526900090587760466?l=portrait-of-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://portrait-of-you.blogspot.com/feeds/1526900090587760466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6724267425345882880&amp;postID=1526900090587760466' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724267425345882880/posts/default/1526900090587760466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724267425345882880/posts/default/1526900090587760466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portrait-of-you.blogspot.com/2009/05/blog-post_09.html' title='-'/><author><name>Portrait of You</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04475590951898535302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6724267425345882880.post-3526763889986198821</id><published>2009-05-05T17:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T17:43:42.168+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hedley - Old School</title><content type='html'>Don't believe everything happiness says&lt;br /&gt;Nothing feels better than hiding these days&lt;br /&gt;We bury our fears in the drinks, in these tears&lt;br /&gt;For the days we believed we could fly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Call up your brothers and sisters and friends&lt;br /&gt;We'll go back to the place where the night never ends&lt;br /&gt;We'll remember the fires, the burning car tires&lt;br /&gt;Boy how in the hell did we get here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So why don't you meet me, down behind the old school&lt;br /&gt;We'll waste away the weekend, with perfect regard for how&lt;br /&gt;Cavalier we used to be, that beautiful insanity&lt;br /&gt;The apathy's surrounding me&lt;br /&gt;Don't close your eyes or we'll fade away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over and over and over again&lt;br /&gt;We sat down for a minute, grew up into men&lt;br /&gt;Now we're putting out fires and changing car tires&lt;br /&gt;Man how in hell did we get here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So why don't you meet me, down behind the old school&lt;br /&gt;We'll waste away the weekend, with perfect regard for how&lt;br /&gt;Cavalier we used to be, that beautiful insanity&lt;br /&gt;The apathy's surrounding me&lt;br /&gt;Don't close your eyes or we'll fade away this time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we'll never get back what we&lt;br /&gt;Gave away, when we still have that fire in our eyes&lt;br /&gt;Don't believe everything happiness says&lt;br /&gt;Nothings as real as our old reckless ways&lt;br /&gt;When we drink by the fires&lt;br /&gt;The burning car tires&lt;br /&gt;Bad girls and good liars&lt;br /&gt;The dreams we'd conspire&lt;br /&gt;The days we went crazy&lt;br /&gt;The nights wild and hazy&lt;br /&gt;Man how in the hell did we get here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So why don't you meet me, down behind the old school&lt;br /&gt;We'll waste away the weekend, with perfect regard for how&lt;br /&gt;Cavalier we used to be, that beautiful insanity&lt;br /&gt;The apathy's surrounding me&lt;br /&gt;Don't close your eyes or we'll fade away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why don't you meet me, down behind the old school&lt;br /&gt;We'll waste away the weekend, with perfect regard for how&lt;br /&gt;Cavalier we used to be, that beautiful insanity&lt;br /&gt;The apathy's surrounding me&lt;br /&gt;Don't close your eyes or we'll fade away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Find it quite a meaningful song. ^^) Good luck for tmr's killer papers (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6724267425345882880-3526763889986198821?l=portrait-of-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://portrait-of-you.blogspot.com/feeds/3526763889986198821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6724267425345882880&amp;postID=3526763889986198821' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724267425345882880/posts/default/3526763889986198821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724267425345882880/posts/default/3526763889986198821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portrait-of-you.blogspot.com/2009/05/hedley-old-school.html' title='Hedley - Old School'/><author><name>Portrait of You</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04475590951898535302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6724267425345882880.post-1515232405054944288</id><published>2009-05-04T19:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T19:32:34.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'>-</title><content type='html'>I just realised that I'm a total dick. WOOHOOHOOO, it took me about 10mins to realise that.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHHAHA I'M AN ASSHOLE &amp;amp; A DICK :o)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6724267425345882880-1515232405054944288?l=portrait-of-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://portrait-of-you.blogspot.com/feeds/1515232405054944288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6724267425345882880&amp;postID=1515232405054944288' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724267425345882880/posts/default/1515232405054944288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724267425345882880/posts/default/1515232405054944288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portrait-of-you.blogspot.com/2009/05/blog-post_04.html' title='-'/><author><name>Portrait of You</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04475590951898535302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6724267425345882880.post-2981531192937312473</id><published>2009-05-02T23:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T23:54:10.079+08:00</updated><title type='text'>-</title><content type='html'>So, I've decided to take a break from soccer &amp;amp; DotA for the next 2 weeks. Well, at least that's what I claim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the Swine Flu's coming to Singapore, it's just in a matter of time. Who knows, maybe we'll all be dead by next Sunday. The virus mutated to some flesh eating bacteria together with the influenza virus. Good game! Nah, I'm just joking. Singapore's well prepared. (: Take good care of yourself folks. Don't fall sick.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6724267425345882880-2981531192937312473?l=portrait-of-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://portrait-of-you.blogspot.com/feeds/2981531192937312473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6724267425345882880&amp;postID=2981531192937312473' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724267425345882880/posts/default/2981531192937312473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724267425345882880/posts/default/2981531192937312473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portrait-of-you.blogspot.com/2009/05/blog-post.html' title='-'/><author><name>Portrait of You</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04475590951898535302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6724267425345882880.post-1460802246300464035</id><published>2009-04-30T22:17:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T19:31:13.571+08:00</updated><title type='text'>-</title><content type='html'>To Mark:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey buddy, I can feel you are really not your usual self this few weeks. But I just wanna let you know that you have a group of great buddies that will be able to solve even the most difficult shit that you can find, like getting your mouth stucked into some person's dick. I hope this makes you feel better, and please, do share your problems with us if you really have a problem dude. We're all here to help you (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6724267425345882880-1460802246300464035?l=portrait-of-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://portrait-of-you.blogspot.com/feeds/1460802246300464035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6724267425345882880&amp;postID=1460802246300464035' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724267425345882880/posts/default/1460802246300464035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724267425345882880/posts/default/1460802246300464035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portrait-of-you.blogspot.com/2009/04/blog-post_30.html' title='-'/><author><name>Portrait of You</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04475590951898535302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6724267425345882880.post-1108355246883109361</id><published>2009-04-28T18:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T18:20:52.748+08:00</updated><title type='text'>-</title><content type='html'>Good job! I flunked my SPA. Great! I have another 2 more SPAs to study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not a good idea to shave when you're pissed. You'll end up having skin that is being shaved away accidentally. It fucking hurts. Good job!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6724267425345882880-1108355246883109361?l=portrait-of-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://portrait-of-you.blogspot.com/feeds/1108355246883109361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6724267425345882880&amp;postID=1108355246883109361' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724267425345882880/posts/default/1108355246883109361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724267425345882880/posts/default/1108355246883109361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portrait-of-you.blogspot.com/2009/04/blog-post_28.html' title='-'/><author><name>Portrait of You</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04475590951898535302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6724267425345882880.post-4646214163449486004</id><published>2009-04-25T23:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T23:05:43.551+08:00</updated><title type='text'>-</title><content type='html'>Okay! Short one:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry guys for that wasted day yesterday. I also felt that it was a wasted day. I'm sorry that I wasted your day. Because of wasting your day, I also wasted my day. So, we all wasted our day. HAHAHAH! What a wonderful birthday celebration eh Joelle!? &gt;_&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to go back for soccer practices soon, i can feel that my legs don't really have that "oh shit i think i pulled my muscle" sensation. Time to study guys, stop using the computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Mr Oh Jun Kai : Relax :) Don't be angry and pissed over those matters HEHEHE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some girl's phone is spoiled  damn it, please get it repaired soon. Damn man. I WANT TO TALK TO YOU FUCK. And i thought that you were angry HAHAHA! maybe you are. I don't know. please just get it repaired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Liverpool's playing now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but not least, thanks for spending that hot Friday afternoon with me guys. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6724267425345882880-4646214163449486004?l=portrait-of-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://portrait-of-you.blogspot.com/feeds/4646214163449486004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6724267425345882880&amp;postID=4646214163449486004' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724267425345882880/posts/default/4646214163449486004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724267425345882880/posts/default/4646214163449486004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portrait-of-you.blogspot.com/2009/04/blog-post_25.html' title='-'/><author><name>Portrait of You</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04475590951898535302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6724267425345882880.post-658101674652461849</id><published>2009-04-23T18:42:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T19:35:39.634+08:00</updated><title type='text'>-</title><content type='html'>THANKS ALOT MR. JUNKAI FOR THAT WONDERFUL DEDICATED POST THAT YOU DID FOR ME. ASSHOLE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one thing that tore us apart is the one thing that I won't touch again&lt;br /&gt;And in my sick way I want to thank you for holding my head up late at night&lt;br /&gt;When I'm busy waging wars with myself you were trying to the fight&lt;br /&gt;You never doubted my warped opinions on things like suicidal hate&lt;br /&gt;You made me compliment myself when it was way hard to take&lt;br /&gt;So I'll drive so fucking far away that I never crossed your mind&lt;br /&gt;And do whatever it takes in your heart to leave me behind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lyrics from Blue October's Hate Me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6724267425345882880-658101674652461849?l=portrait-of-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://portrait-of-you.blogspot.com/feeds/658101674652461849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6724267425345882880&amp;postID=658101674652461849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724267425345882880/posts/default/658101674652461849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724267425345882880/posts/default/658101674652461849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portrait-of-you.blogspot.com/2009/04/blog-post_4847.html' title='-'/><author><name>Portrait of You</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04475590951898535302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6724267425345882880.post-3285426526214683372</id><published>2009-04-21T17:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T18:03:35.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'>kake xim</title><content type='html'>Do you all know what is the meaning of "kake xim"? Well, if you all don't know then ask your parents. It isn't a bad or vulgar word in teochew or hokkien.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling very disappointed in someone now. Even though I know the majority of you all don't really like him, but hey, do you dare to say that he was not your friend? Did you all ever cross your mind that "Oh hey, so-and-so is going to fail miserably" and then after that "HAHAHA serves him right!" or "Fuck man, I should help him".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck, skipping school, taking up smoking again. Great, if you really want to ruin your life like that, sure carry on. At least make an effort to come to school and listen, learn something. At least learn something. By staying at home, stoning at the ceiling doing nothing for 4 - 5 hours, is that very fun? Fuck it's time to wake up. If you don't want to end up in a different class as the rest of us, you better fucking wake up your idea and fucking come to school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to help you, but if you don't help yourself, I can't fucking help you either. You maybe angry after reading this, but honestly, if you don't pull up your socks, you'll be a fucking failure in everyone's eyes. Fucking prove them wrong. Even Alvin doesn't want to teach you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6724267425345882880-3285426526214683372?l=portrait-of-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://portrait-of-you.blogspot.com/feeds/3285426526214683372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6724267425345882880&amp;postID=3285426526214683372' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724267425345882880/posts/default/3285426526214683372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724267425345882880/posts/default/3285426526214683372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portrait-of-you.blogspot.com/2009/04/kake-xim.html' title='kake xim'/><author><name>Portrait of You</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04475590951898535302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6724267425345882880.post-3297713999127117697</id><published>2009-04-18T23:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T23:20:17.519+08:00</updated><title type='text'>-</title><content type='html'>After watching covers of songs on youtube, I figured that I can that as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus when I started playing, full of gusto, until my mum told me to shut up. Oh well, there goes my one and only hope for Idol. HAHAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good luck to one and all taking Napfa on Monday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6724267425345882880-3297713999127117697?l=portrait-of-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://portrait-of-you.blogspot.com/feeds/3297713999127117697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6724267425345882880&amp;postID=3297713999127117697' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724267425345882880/posts/default/3297713999127117697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724267425345882880/posts/default/3297713999127117697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portrait-of-you.blogspot.com/2009/04/blog-post_18.html' title='-'/><author><name>Portrait of You</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04475590951898535302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6724267425345882880.post-6894074579866155912</id><published>2009-04-16T18:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T18:34:54.608+08:00</updated><title type='text'>-</title><content type='html'>Sorry Liwei because I accidentally threw the netball into your face.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry Justin because I kicked the ball very very hard into your chest.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry Junyen, Cheenan, Liwei if I had played very rough at the street soccer court.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, at least that has gotten a whole load of shit of my chest. Yippee!&lt;br /&gt;My sincere apologies by the way. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6724267425345882880-6894074579866155912?l=portrait-of-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://portrait-of-you.blogspot.com/feeds/6894074579866155912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6724267425345882880&amp;postID=6894074579866155912' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724267425345882880/posts/default/6894074579866155912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724267425345882880/posts/default/6894074579866155912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portrait-of-you.blogspot.com/2009/04/blog-post_16.html' title='-'/><author><name>Portrait of You</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04475590951898535302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6724267425345882880.post-6799984895897875141</id><published>2009-04-09T22:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T22:23:22.115+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wooooooahhhhhhhhhh!</title><content type='html'>"I have a dream!"&lt;br /&gt;"What is your dream?"&lt;br /&gt;"To have a dream!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dreams motivate and spur people on to reach their dreams. And certainly one of mine is to be scoring from a swirling corner kick from one of my teammates, and doing a volley across the goal post like a cannon ball in front of a whole crowd of people. And they will say, "Damn! This boy is good!". That's what I wanna hear. I will still pursue that dream still though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although this is only one of my many dreams, my other significant one is to be with the other significant other in my heart. Although I may fail or sort of give up during this "never-ending" chase of my life, I can safely say that I have done and tried my best. But of course, I sure will achieve my dreams and goals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Alsofiena,&lt;br /&gt;Have a pleasant trip to Indonesia! Hope you come back in one piece d: HAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hell yeah! I sure know what is enduring success! ( &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;soon&lt;/span&gt; )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6724267425345882880-6799984895897875141?l=portrait-of-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://portrait-of-you.blogspot.com/feeds/6799984895897875141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6724267425345882880&amp;postID=6799984895897875141' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724267425345882880/posts/default/6799984895897875141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724267425345882880/posts/default/6799984895897875141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portrait-of-you.blogspot.com/2009/04/wooooooahhhhhhhhhh.html' title='Wooooooahhhhhhhhhh!'/><author><name>Portrait of You</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04475590951898535302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6724267425345882880.post-660217273450296166</id><published>2009-04-04T22:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T22:04:15.155+08:00</updated><title type='text'>-</title><content type='html'>I just wasted my Saturday afternoon playing a match against a team who are supposedly better than UFC. Oh well, at least i bagged in 2 goals YIPPEEEE. I'm on fire. I guess the Alex - Markus combination is really like the Torres and Gerrard's match made in heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We won 5-3 in the end. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My butt is like aching profusely. Butt cramp. I got a calf cramp when playing. You guys should try doing sports without proper warm up! ITS FUN!! Oh well, I guess I spent another Saturday afternoon doing nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: Congrats to concert band. I wish soccer was like that. I just wasted 4 years of my life playing for Coral again. YES!! Accomplishment!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6724267425345882880-660217273450296166?l=portrait-of-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://portrait-of-you.blogspot.com/feeds/660217273450296166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6724267425345882880&amp;postID=660217273450296166' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724267425345882880/posts/default/660217273450296166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724267425345882880/posts/default/660217273450296166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portrait-of-you.blogspot.com/2009/04/blog-post.html' title='-'/><author><name>Portrait of You</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04475590951898535302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6724267425345882880.post-8527459702096169468</id><published>2009-03-29T00:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T00:14:53.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Spent Earth Hour At...</title><content type='html'>GIANT! WOOHOO! HAHHAHA! At least I did my part to switch off my lights for at least 4 hours. HEHEHEHE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HEHEHE HAHAHA HOHOHO&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6724267425345882880-8527459702096169468?l=portrait-of-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://portrait-of-you.blogspot.com/feeds/8527459702096169468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6724267425345882880&amp;postID=8527459702096169468' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724267425345882880/posts/default/8527459702096169468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724267425345882880/posts/default/8527459702096169468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portrait-of-you.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-spent-earth-hour-at.html' title='I Spent Earth Hour At...'/><author><name>Portrait of You</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04475590951898535302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6724267425345882880.post-8976349661699164223</id><published>2009-03-25T17:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T17:53:42.712+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hoho</title><content type='html'>heheehe hahahaha hohohoho&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6724267425345882880-8976349661699164223?l=portrait-of-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://portrait-of-you.blogspot.com/feeds/8976349661699164223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6724267425345882880&amp;postID=8976349661699164223' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724267425345882880/posts/default/8976349661699164223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724267425345882880/posts/default/8976349661699164223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portrait-of-you.blogspot.com/2009/03/hoho_25.html' title='hoho'/><author><name>Portrait of You</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04475590951898535302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6724267425345882880.post-4251025051120200205</id><published>2009-03-18T01:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T01:31:03.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'>-</title><content type='html'>Tired had SPA today. Went pretty alright, just broke the conical flask :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sent Pops and Mums to the airport, had Swensen's before they went into the departure gate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met Joelle, Junyen and Michelle @ airport, walked walked walked, in the end went Starbucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went home after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the record, Sebastian's DotA damn pro! LOL! If he happens to read this :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have fun for later CIP shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I have another 6 or 7 hours to sleep. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; yeah, I bought a webcam @ the IT show, which costs me $16, and now the thing's not working properly. Nahbeh, waste my money, so $166 down the drain. FUCK SO FUN!! Damn it. I &lt;3 My LIfe! :D:D:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6724267425345882880-4251025051120200205?l=portrait-of-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://portrait-of-you.blogspot.com/feeds/4251025051120200205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6724267425345882880&amp;postID=4251025051120200205' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724267425345882880/posts/default/4251025051120200205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724267425345882880/posts/default/4251025051120200205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portrait-of-you.blogspot.com/2009/03/blog-post_18.html' title='-'/><author><name>Portrait of You</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04475590951898535302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6724267425345882880.post-4246494447121270589</id><published>2009-03-16T09:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T09:56:47.862+08:00</updated><title type='text'>-</title><content type='html'>I LOST MY WALLET. FUCK FUCK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;$150 gone $150 gone $150 GONE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ WALLET + EZLINK + LAN CARD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCK LIFE'S GREAT :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6724267425345882880-4246494447121270589?l=portrait-of-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://portrait-of-you.blogspot.com/feeds/4246494447121270589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6724267425345882880&amp;postID=4246494447121270589' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724267425345882880/posts/default/4246494447121270589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724267425345882880/posts/default/4246494447121270589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portrait-of-you.blogspot.com/2009/03/blog-post_16.html' title='-'/><author><name>Portrait of You</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04475590951898535302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6724267425345882880.post-5587294052240302441</id><published>2009-03-12T19:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T19:19:45.501+08:00</updated><title type='text'>-</title><content type='html'>To think that I'm over you,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm such a fool, a big fool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't really see the point of living anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6724267425345882880-5587294052240302441?l=portrait-of-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://portrait-of-you.blogspot.com/feeds/5587294052240302441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6724267425345882880&amp;postID=5587294052240302441' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724267425345882880/posts/default/5587294052240302441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724267425345882880/posts/default/5587294052240302441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portrait-of-you.blogspot.com/2009/03/blog-post_12.html' title='-'/><author><name>Portrait of You</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04475590951898535302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6724267425345882880.post-2716401980508377828</id><published>2009-03-10T18:06:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T18:16:56.249+08:00</updated><title type='text'>-</title><content type='html'>A weird feeling has come over me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I really wonder, if you're really worth my sleepless nights, just thinking about you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; for the record, don't waste your money watching Push. Meaningless show, a rip off from Heroes, Kungfu Hustle and Jumper.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6724267425345882880-2716401980508377828?l=portrait-of-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://portrait-of-you.blogspot.com/feeds/2716401980508377828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6724267425345882880&amp;postID=2716401980508377828' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724267425345882880/posts/default/2716401980508377828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724267425345882880/posts/default/2716401980508377828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portrait-of-you.blogspot.com/2009/03/blog-post.html' title='-'/><author><name>Portrait of You</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04475590951898535302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6724267425345882880.post-4582335073156396403</id><published>2009-03-09T18:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T18:11:21.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Food</title><content type='html'>I.Can't.Wait.For.The.Day.That.I'll.Eat.12.Chicken.Nuggets&lt;br /&gt;Woohoo.MacDonald's.Having.This.Promotion,Buy.An.Extra.Value.Meal.And.Get.A.Choice.Of.Free.Sundae,GreenTea,McChicken,DoubleChessBurger&lt;br /&gt;ETC.I.Want.The.Other.Free.6.Piece.Nuggets.From.Buying.A.Meal.Of.6.Nuggets.Woohoo!!! Anyone.Wants.To.Join.Me? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K whatever.. I was wondering if I had done the right thing of rejecting Tamp Rovers offer.. Hmmm, maybe i did, because my studies are falling backwards. Oh well, after soccer tournament then my studies improved again. I'm glad that has happened. But if i had accepted the offer, I would confirm have another offer to another JC or Poly that wants me to play for them.. Hmmm, this sucks. BUT WHAT THE HECK IT'S ALREADY OVER! : D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess that Junyen's not really gay after all, wondering if Cheenan is... AHAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CFC chalet is on this coming Wednesday, looking forward. Alex went to thailand together with grandma and family. Mum &amp;amp; Dad going phuket soon, during 1 week holidays. And i never get to go anywhere nahbeh.. I think i shall camp over at Alex's house when he's home. Anyway, good luck for ppl taking the SPA tmr..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6724267425345882880-4582335073156396403?l=portrait-of-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://portrait-of-you.blogspot.com/feeds/4582335073156396403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6724267425345882880&amp;postID=4582335073156396403' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724267425345882880/posts/default/4582335073156396403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724267425345882880/posts/default/4582335073156396403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portrait-of-you.blogspot.com/2009/03/food.html' title='Food'/><author><name>Portrait of You</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04475590951898535302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6724267425345882880.post-4562619649186808719</id><published>2009-03-08T13:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T13:50:33.749+08:00</updated><title type='text'>YES</title><content type='html'>YES I DID A PAUL SCHOLES TODAY! I'M SO PROUD OF MYSELF! YES CFC, WE IMPROVED, I THINK ABOUT 99% OF MY RETURN! WOOHOO! I'M JUST JOKING! But hell yeah, I'm good HAHAHA! Looking forward to Wednesday's and Thursday's chalet! I SWEAR I'M GOING TO IRRITATED THE HELL OUT OF THEM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my dearest Junkai : Its okay honey! I'll be there for you!!!!!!  : ) take a chill pill man everything's gonna be alright when i'm with you, i'll make every second count 'cause i miss you, whenever you're not around when i kiss you.. ok abit off already, but yeah, relax : ) I'll be there for you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my honey bunny Mark : YEAH I'M IM EARTH HOUR ALREADY! I'm so gonna turn off my sister's light when she's doing something. HAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my Goody Goody Friend Joelle : PLEASE UPDATE YOUR BLOG  HIHIHIHI!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's all folks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6724267425345882880-4562619649186808719?l=portrait-of-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://portrait-of-you.blogspot.com/feeds/4562619649186808719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6724267425345882880&amp;postID=4562619649186808719' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724267425345882880/posts/default/4562619649186808719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724267425345882880/posts/default/4562619649186808719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portrait-of-you.blogspot.com/2009/03/yes.html' title='YES'/><author><name>Portrait of You</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04475590951898535302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6724267425345882880.post-8761874989303813091</id><published>2009-03-02T18:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T18:13:47.807+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hoho</title><content type='html'>Hoho, leg's injured, can't do exercises for 2 weeks! Then i'll be back in action again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=&gt; I can't really go for the sports day thingy, but wtf sia, my team isn't on the notice board even though we qualified! OMFG! HAHAHA! Maybe its heavens' will, not allowing me to compete until my leg fully recovers! Aloysius came over! HI HONEY IF YOU'RE READING THIS! Honey = Aloysius, please don't be mistaken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My internet's been a bitch, changed to singtel, and the my router thingy just can't seem to catch the wireless internet thingy from the modem. HOHO! This means that playing online games will cause me to DC momentarily until the thingy catches the internet wireless thingy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My ankle still hurts though :\ And oh ya, Mum called Ms. Loi, wonder what they have been talking. Good game...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6724267425345882880-8761874989303813091?l=portrait-of-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://portrait-of-you.blogspot.com/feeds/8761874989303813091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6724267425345882880&amp;postID=8761874989303813091' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724267425345882880/posts/default/8761874989303813091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724267425345882880/posts/default/8761874989303813091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portrait-of-you.blogspot.com/2009/03/hoho.html' title='hoho'/><author><name>Portrait of You</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04475590951898535302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6724267425345882880.post-8154344703134545464</id><published>2009-03-01T21:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T21:23:44.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'>update</title><content type='html'>Hmmm, my leg kenna pao like paotao sia. LOL! Ankle twisted or sprain or don't know what. The chinese physician said that its the vein or i don't know what. As you can see, my chinese isn't very good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I learnt a new song on the guitar, Pretend - Secondhand Serenade. So after learning You and Me - Lifehouse, I just keep learning the songs with _9 LOL! Have to change again! Can't be learning all the same notes and tunes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow's common test! Good luck to one and all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So please&lt;br /&gt;Let me be free from you&lt;br /&gt;Please, let me be free,&lt;br /&gt;I can't face the truth"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6724267425345882880-8154344703134545464?l=portrait-of-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://portrait-of-you.blogspot.com/feeds/8154344703134545464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6724267425345882880&amp;postID=8154344703134545464' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724267425345882880/posts/default/8154344703134545464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724267425345882880/posts/default/8154344703134545464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portrait-of-you.blogspot.com/2009/03/update.html' title='update'/><author><name>Portrait of You</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04475590951898535302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6724267425345882880.post-1587909603365694306</id><published>2009-02-22T12:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T12:34:04.744+08:00</updated><title type='text'>-</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="640" height="505"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/G7oGx2dImE8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/G7oGx2dImE8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="505"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A BLOODY MUST WATCH 5 STARS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6724267425345882880-1587909603365694306?l=portrait-of-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://portrait-of-you.blogspot.com/feeds/1587909603365694306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6724267425345882880&amp;postID=1587909603365694306' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724267425345882880/posts/default/1587909603365694306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724267425345882880/posts/default/1587909603365694306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portrait-of-you.blogspot.com/2009/02/blog-post_22.html' title='-'/><author><name>Portrait of You</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04475590951898535302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6724267425345882880.post-5872882224877190967</id><published>2009-02-16T18:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T18:29:51.862+08:00</updated><title type='text'>-</title><content type='html'>I just screwed my chances again, to be able to play once again would just be another miracle. Have no freaking idea why the fucking hell am I so fucking off form today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine the euphoria of being in the 1st 11, then after 15 short minutes, the feeling of "Fuck, WHY WHY WHY WHY! WHY THE FUCKING HELL AM I PLAYING LIKE THIS. Fuck it all."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David &amp;amp; Coach didn't even want to talk to me after match / substitute. Oh well, at least Coral won 8-5. I would jump for joy if I'm able to play once again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good job Markus, you screwed up your microscopic chances once more..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6724267425345882880-5872882224877190967?l=portrait-of-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://portrait-of-you.blogspot.com/feeds/5872882224877190967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6724267425345882880&amp;postID=5872882224877190967' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724267425345882880/posts/default/5872882224877190967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724267425345882880/posts/default/5872882224877190967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portrait-of-you.blogspot.com/2009/02/blog-post_16.html' title='-'/><author><name>Portrait of You</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04475590951898535302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6724267425345882880.post-6668086149013486804</id><published>2009-02-15T21:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T21:53:56.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'>-</title><content type='html'>HOHO, im going to cry. Muroh's gone for Indonesia for good. Fuck, tears are surging right till they reach the corner of the eye. Tear ducts are activating. Damnit... Oh well, im sure going to miss you like crazy. 6 years of friendship :) have a safe flight back to semarang. Take care :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6724267425345882880-6668086149013486804?l=portrait-of-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://portrait-of-you.blogspot.com/feeds/6668086149013486804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6724267425345882880&amp;postID=6668086149013486804' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724267425345882880/posts/default/6668086149013486804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724267425345882880/posts/default/6668086149013486804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portrait-of-you.blogspot.com/2009/02/blog-post_15.html' title='-'/><author><name>Portrait of You</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04475590951898535302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6724267425345882880.post-5118181293536083124</id><published>2009-02-14T22:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T22:41:59.387+08:00</updated><title type='text'>-</title><content type='html'>Owned at heats today. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preoccupied in my own world today. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoho, tmr's the day to try out my T90 Laser Shoot! WOOHOO, I bet I will feel like Fernando Torres! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Valentine's Day to one and all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6724267425345882880-5118181293536083124?l=portrait-of-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://portrait-of-you.blogspot.com/feeds/5118181293536083124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6724267425345882880&amp;postID=5118181293536083124' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724267425345882880/posts/default/5118181293536083124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724267425345882880/posts/default/5118181293536083124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portrait-of-you.blogspot.com/2009/02/blog-post_14.html' title='-'/><author><name>Portrait of You</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04475590951898535302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6724267425345882880.post-8392648022289345632</id><published>2009-02-13T22:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T22:58:59.579+08:00</updated><title type='text'>-</title><content type='html'>Loved you yesterday,&lt;br /&gt;Loved you still.&lt;br /&gt;Always have&lt;br /&gt;And always will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another 1.5 hours to Valentine's day. Great!!! Haven't even done anything. Yeah, maybe Alsofiena is right, "Be a man! Do the right thing!". Kamini also. "Aiyah, don't be a pussy la."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to bring my guitar for heats tomorrow, but oh well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excellent, I dug out my ear wax just now, and now my ear hurts like _____.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://singsupplies.com/showthread.php?t=16934             &lt;-------- Coral kenna inside out outside in. GG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hoho, i really need someone to talk to&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6724267425345882880-8392648022289345632?l=portrait-of-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://portrait-of-you.blogspot.com/feeds/8392648022289345632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6724267425345882880&amp;postID=8392648022289345632' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724267425345882880/posts/default/8392648022289345632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724267425345882880/posts/default/8392648022289345632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portrait-of-you.blogspot.com/2009/02/blog-post_13.html' title='-'/><author><name>Portrait of You</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04475590951898535302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6724267425345882880.post-918592923074089890</id><published>2009-02-11T22:07:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T22:14:29.484+08:00</updated><title type='text'>-</title><content type='html'>It takes more of a man to walk away from the fight, rather than to be in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Words of wisdom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hours of pondering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Days of regret.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Months of missing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like what he said, pang sua lor. Anything pang sua then pang sua.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry team for I didn't turn up for match.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks all for helping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Valentine's? Don't know what that means anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much for that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6724267425345882880-918592923074089890?l=portrait-of-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://portrait-of-you.blogspot.com/feeds/918592923074089890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6724267425345882880&amp;postID=918592923074089890' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724267425345882880/posts/default/918592923074089890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724267425345882880/posts/default/918592923074089890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portrait-of-you.blogspot.com/2009/02/blog-post_11.html' title='-'/><author><name>Portrait of You</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04475590951898535302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6724267425345882880.post-4990384716957716751</id><published>2009-02-02T17:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T17:58:21.592+08:00</updated><title type='text'>-</title><content type='html'>I want to continue trying, but I already know the answer, so what is the point of trying?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't gave up, I'm just stuck at crossroads, with things just as important as you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much for that...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6724267425345882880-4990384716957716751?l=portrait-of-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://portrait-of-you.blogspot.com/feeds/4990384716957716751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6724267425345882880&amp;postID=4990384716957716751' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724267425345882880/posts/default/4990384716957716751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724267425345882880/posts/default/4990384716957716751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portrait-of-you.blogspot.com/2009/02/blog-post_02.html' title='-'/><author><name>Portrait of You</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04475590951898535302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6724267425345882880.post-824006538839680910</id><published>2009-02-01T14:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T14:49:38.158+08:00</updated><title type='text'>-</title><content type='html'>It's killing me inside out, outside in.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn you, Mr. Cough...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6724267425345882880-824006538839680910?l=portrait-of-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://portrait-of-you.blogspot.com/feeds/824006538839680910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6724267425345882880&amp;postID=824006538839680910' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724267425345882880/posts/default/824006538839680910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724267425345882880/posts/default/824006538839680910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portrait-of-you.blogspot.com/2009/02/blog-post.html' title='-'/><author><name>Portrait of You</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04475590951898535302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6724267425345882880.post-83535521031797753</id><published>2009-01-30T16:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T16:58:01.472+08:00</updated><title type='text'>-</title><content type='html'>I just can't really laugh and smile just like the old days. I really wonder why, so weird eh? Maybe the jokes aren't really funny anymore, or everyone's just preparing for the O's this year, or maybe it's just me. Ain't feeling too good once again. What a bother, that menacing cough and that sinister UNcommon flu that I suspect that I've contracted since my visit to Vietnam. Maybe HSA's going to find and quarantine me. Just maybe.. Didn't go for training today, but i played soccer before training. What a joke... I guess that's the only form of "exercise" that I've got all week. Maybe going to training on Sunday. Just maybe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just maybe i'll get the hang of differtation, just maybe i'll clear the misunderstandings between us, just maybe i'll have a different perspective of life and change my future. I remembered someone asking what's the difference between fate and destiny to Mr. Faizal. He said that fate was something we could control but destiny is like the sole decision maker of our life or something like that. One that we could change if we really wanted, and the other we cannot even though we really want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been really thinking, if the top twenty spot really means alot to someone, then why am I still inside? I guess I really a need a whole new mindset of playing for the school. I've lost hope in myself, praying that I will finally sort out my thoughts and think of better ones.. God, I really miss Joash, that mofo that knows how to entertain people. There was a time he even made Liwei laughed. Adrian also tries his best to make Liwei smile in Sec 2. Everyone exists for a reason, but what is my reason for existence? Maybe I haven't been really trying hard enough, just maybe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;算了, 算了...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6724267425345882880-83535521031797753?l=portrait-of-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://portrait-of-you.blogspot.com/feeds/83535521031797753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6724267425345882880&amp;postID=83535521031797753' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724267425345882880/posts/default/83535521031797753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724267425345882880/posts/default/83535521031797753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portrait-of-you.blogspot.com/2009/01/blog-post_30.html' title='-'/><author><name>Portrait of You</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04475590951898535302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6724267425345882880.post-3015949757448185645</id><published>2009-01-24T17:20:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T17:37:04.089+08:00</updated><title type='text'>-</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Loved you yesterday,&lt;br /&gt;Loved you still.&lt;br /&gt;Always have,&lt;br /&gt;And always will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally knew what I've done wrong. I agree, it took me very long to finally realize. I'm sorry girl, I'm very very sorry for what I've done..Yes, I admit. I admit that I've done something very stupid to let you down, to make you very angry. Believe me girl, I'm regretting everything that I've done to let you down. I still love you as always, and I swear I will still. I'm trying my utmost best to carry on, believe me... I love you &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6724267425345882880-3015949757448185645?l=portrait-of-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://portrait-of-you.blogspot.com/feeds/3015949757448185645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6724267425345882880&amp;postID=3015949757448185645' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724267425345882880/posts/default/3015949757448185645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724267425345882880/posts/default/3015949757448185645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portrait-of-you.blogspot.com/2009/01/blog-post.html' title='-'/><author><name>Portrait of You</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04475590951898535302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6724267425345882880.post-1598305174783970005</id><published>2009-01-11T00:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T00:23:08.328+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm sick</title><content type='html'>Dear God,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi there God, I'm currently feeling very sick, emotionally and physically. The current cough that I'm having is making me extremely fedup. I can't really run and do anything much because it has decreased my stamina tremendously. The medicine that I'm taking is making me super duper nauseous. I now sort of finally understood the feeling of pregnant women. Please heal me quickly as the Chinese New Year is around the corner and I have to train also. And oh ya, I prayed to You to let my friends enter the school team, but instead the coach chose lousier players than my friends. I hope that You can do something about it. Please interceed Junkai as I know he's feeling very pissed off and I know that he is better than some of the chosen players. This year is our O Levels, and if Junkai doesn't get chosen, he does not have a chance to play for Coral anymore. I'm praying that Coach will rethink his decision about the final 20 and put Junkai inside the team. I really hope that Junkai will be in the team as I can see his determination and committment. Thus, please interceed for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm very weak now. Everytime my feet touches the floor, my fingertips will turn very cold and my feet too. I can't really do anything after taking the medicine. I hate the medicine and I can't wait to get a new one. Something is really wrong with me. I don't know what it is at the moment, but I can feel that something bad is going to happen. God, please interceed for me for the next few weeks as I don't want anything bad to happen around me, or to me. I feeling very awful, emotionally. My mind is in a whirl and I can't really think properly. Maybe it's due to the fact that I've done many atrocious things throughout my life and this is the punishment that You gave me. I'm at a lost and I don't know what will happen to me. Please, I beg of you, to lead me through this dark phase of my life and let the light shine through at the end of this dark, winding tunnel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm having a match tomorrow against Azman's team. I hope that I can perform well and feel well tomorrow. I managed to complete my Math homework due to your help for pulling me together during that 1.5hours. Thanks alot God. I hope that you can continue to guide me and interceed for me for the rest of life. I really don't know what will happen to me in the near future but I can really feel something bad is going to happen. So please God, interceed for me and guide me through. Amen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours Sincerly,&lt;br /&gt;Markus Chua&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6724267425345882880-1598305174783970005?l=portrait-of-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://portrait-of-you.blogspot.com/feeds/1598305174783970005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6724267425345882880&amp;postID=1598305174783970005' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724267425345882880/posts/default/1598305174783970005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724267425345882880/posts/default/1598305174783970005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portrait-of-you.blogspot.com/2009/01/im-sick.html' title='I&apos;m sick'/><author><name>Portrait of You</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04475590951898535302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6724267425345882880.post-1504038873423201543</id><published>2009-01-07T19:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T19:53:13.429+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Damn bloody chui</title><content type='html'>Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh god, so damn chui. Training was okay, only thing was that I can't bloody run anymore. Having thoughts of quitting the sports day thingy. How the hell am I suppose to train. Fuck, the flu is seriously killing me. My medication has ran out, again. I guess I'm suppose to joblow man. Fuck. Joblow sia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah finally knew the reason why A resented B so much. Oh well, what can I do. I'm just another friend. I know I'm not a good friend. Hmmmm, sounds weird. But I feel that I'm not a superb friend. I'm just another oridinary friend. I'll try to work harder to be a good friend. And today, I just found out that alot of people resented B also. Oh well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui, Chui.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6724267425345882880-1504038873423201543?l=portrait-of-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://portrait-of-you.blogspot.com/feeds/1504038873423201543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6724267425345882880&amp;postID=1504038873423201543' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724267425345882880/posts/default/1504038873423201543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724267425345882880/posts/default/1504038873423201543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portrait-of-you.blogspot.com/2009/01/damn-bloody-chui.html' title='Damn bloody chui'/><author><name>Portrait of You</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04475590951898535302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6724267425345882880.post-1769809279414704875</id><published>2009-01-05T17:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T17:40:35.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Slow Rock</title><content type='html'>Oh well, cough's seriously been a bitch in the body, biting and biting and biting you when it is happy, and that when you thought that you have recovered, the bitch just bites back again. Damn! For 3 weeks, the stupid cough hasn't really gone away, just improved. Even antibiotics can't help me at the moment. I guess I'm pretty screwed, if antibiotics can't help me, what could possibly can cure the bitch. And that stupid phlegm, so fucking irritating, so thick, so yellow, tastes horrible. Cough, cough and cough, still can't get the thick yellow son of a bitch out of my throat or chest or something. I have no idea. Bullshit, sounds as if I have tuberculosis. God, please help me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, school has reopened! YAY! SO EXCITING. For a fact, I hate to admit it, the class feels weird without Joash. I really miss him alot. For once, I said that I MISSED Joash, that stupid cunt. Joash Joash, why do you have to go Australia? You dickhead. Please return to Singapore over the holidays to let me see how stupid you got after hanging out with all the blondes there. Class's sure not going to be the same without you man. Same for trainings, insulting the coach, laughing at people. Oh well, life's a bitch, so get on with it. I'll learn to COPE with the "sadness" that Joash once carved into my heart, and that little bit of irritating-ness that he has left us all. We'll sure remember all your racist jokes about the great god. Heh!! Farewell, my dear friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinese lessons are such a bore. Without Zhangyan teaching us, without Joash pretending he doesn't understand anything that Zhangyan says, without Mark's laughter, without this with out that... Yeah, I have to admit it, Sec 4 life fucking sucks. FUCKING SUCKS. It's only the beginning, imagine all the work, all the extra lessons that we will have to attend in the near future. Too bad we're born in Singapore, where education means EVERYTHING here. Without a degree you can't do ________, can't do _________. Zzzzzzzzzzz, listening of that just makes me feel pissed. Moving on to English, Ms Tham is taking over Mr. Dominic. She seems to be fierce, but in my opinion, if you know her well, she'll treat you well too. It takes 2 hands to clap anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Typing all these has make me think of my testimonial that is due today. I guess I shall stop here and go do my testimonial. Life's like a dick, when it gets hard, fuck it...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6724267425345882880-1769809279414704875?l=portrait-of-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://portrait-of-you.blogspot.com/feeds/1769809279414704875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6724267425345882880&amp;postID=1769809279414704875' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724267425345882880/posts/default/1769809279414704875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724267425345882880/posts/default/1769809279414704875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portrait-of-you.blogspot.com/2009/01/slow-rock.html' title='Slow Rock'/><author><name>Portrait of You</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04475590951898535302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6724267425345882880.post-4085744160646683741</id><published>2008-12-23T11:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T12:33:47.157+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Superhuman</title><content type='html'>"You changed my whole life,&lt;br /&gt;Don't know what your doing to me with your love.&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling all super human, you did this to me&lt;br /&gt;A super human heart beats in me&lt;br /&gt;Nothing can stop me here with you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woo, listening to Chris Brown and Keri Hilson's Superhuman. Well, sort of a nice song. I think thta all black singers are good. Well, except for some. But one of the best is gotta be Craig David. Some of his hits are really darn good, Walking Away, Cry Me a River and others. Most recent single is Insomnia, another fantastic and wonderful song. You guys should go and listen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm currently very sick, bad cough, bad flu, ankle's sprain / dislocated, tired, syndromes of a drug addict. Oh god... HAHAHA! I've been really thinking alot lately and I have succumb to a conclusion that i have not been doing anything for the past 2 months, except for playing alot of soccer and computer. Like what Junkai has said, which i agreed totally, the computer has seemed to take control of our lives. And now, i'm addicted to another game. Left4Dead, superb game, great graphics. First person shooter, like CS. And it can be played using Garena! HAHA! You guys should go and see the trailer, its really fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets see, review for the year. I think this will be the last post for the year because i'm really too lazy to blog, to be honest. Heh! So, going into 3/8's pretty fun, except for the un-unitedness of the class, having their own cliques and other shits. God, i swear, having a cough like this is like fucking having tubercolosis. Bloody hell, coughing coughing and coughing, and i have not been eating alot of cold drinks / heaty food. Damn, i guess someone's really hoping me to die during the festive season. Oh well... Back to the review. 3/8's pretty fun, as i said earlier. I love many things about 3/8, which i don't know what. But it's a kind of funny feeling. Being very witty and funny at times. Oh well, thats for the first start of the year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then mid-year came. Only major thing that has happened to me was that grandpa passed away. Yes i really do miss him alot. It's really not the same once a person you cared about is gone away forever. Weird though, human nature i guess. You don't know what you've got once its gone. No other spectacular things happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3/4 of the year, went back for training i guess. Pretty fun i guess, being back with the old bunch of guys, and meeting the new coach, Isaiah. I guess those people having the three letters. "isa", are all kinda dumb, dont you agree. Take for example Isa, he's funny but dumb. Very lazy but clever. Oh well, it sucks having a friend like him. But what the hell, he's some of the few guys can make me laugh so hard, till i tear. Then nothing much happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End of the year, still attending training. Something's really funny, not going for training for 1 year, and then attending training as though they'll give me $50 for every session that i attend. HAHAHA! I guess the urge to play soccer "professionally" has come back! Oh ya, i remembered that tampanies asked me to join them. OMG, i turned down the offer. At first i regretted, then watching how singapore played against vietnam, really makes me take back my regret. HAHAHAHA! THEY PLAYED LIKE SHIT OMG, esp. noh alam shah, super shitty. Oh well, it's singapore's choice anyway.&lt;br /&gt;So, grandma went for her leg operation. Aunt took care of her for the following 2-3 weeks, she took leave. Omg sia, such a good daughter. And and and, i also took care of her okay. She's like the best grandma that one could have. I just found out that she is a nyonya. i think so la. HAHAHA, then watching The Little Nyonya makes her recount her experiences, then telling them to me and alex. I love her! Nothing much after that, as usual, went for a holiday to vietnam.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much in vietnam, i went to Danang, and it's not a place that i want to go back. I still prefer thailand more! Super beaches, great hospitality, great weather, great food. Superb. 5/5 stars for me! HAHAHA! okay shall stop here, because this is very long! HEHEE! okay all, merry christmas and a happy new year to all of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See y'all soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6724267425345882880-4085744160646683741?l=portrait-of-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://portrait-of-you.blogspot.com/feeds/4085744160646683741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6724267425345882880&amp;postID=4085744160646683741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724267425345882880/posts/default/4085744160646683741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724267425345882880/posts/default/4085744160646683741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portrait-of-you.blogspot.com/2008/12/superhuman.html' title='Superhuman'/><author><name>Portrait of You</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04475590951898535302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6724267425345882880.post-740456922974415166</id><published>2008-12-04T15:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T15:49:35.747+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stupid Stan</title><content type='html'>Okay, just got back my CPU last night. The only down turn is that my processor is very noisy, its very very noisy, like engine sia. Could not download any songs, and my MP3's spoilt because i dropped it at Alex's house yesterday. OMFG! I CAN'T IMAGINE RUNNING LONG DISTANCE WITHOUT MUSIC. OMFG! Oh ya, changed the song on the main page thingy. The current song that i'm addicted to. Really nice acoustic version of About a Girl by The Academy is... Really nice song, even though their songs and videos don't really make much sense to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES! ANOTHER WEEK AND LIFE'S GONNA TAKE ANOTHER TWIST! [ for better ] ALEX'S HAVING HIS EOY BREAK! WOOHOO! HOHOHOHO! Shiok, that means can basketball everyday! ROFL! I bet i'll pawn you in basketball someday, if you're some really great basketball player, then that day will be the day that pigs can fly. But I strongly believe that my basketball's gonna improve! [ even though my technique of shooting is wrong, i can't really do lay-ups, i can't really aim either ] But i swear that it's improving!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today, Stupid Stan introduced to me a SUPER fun game called Wonderland Online. Its Really Superbly fun to play. NOTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT! But you guys can try it. My IGN is BLOWME, if you're playing and i'm currently lvl 6. YEAH SO FUN! My foot. That idiot doesn't have to go to work unless his boss calls him for meetings. OMFG! Such a seng nang lifestyle man, computer 24/7 online. Crazy shit, then tell me his experiences with trannies, gays. Say what gonna bring us out when their exams' are over. But hell yeah, talking cock with him is sure fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandma's currently recovering superbly well. In another weeks' time she can dance already. Accompanied her to the polyclinic to get her supply of medicines. YIPPEE! I LOVE YOU GRANDMA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Might be organising a BBQ for Mark's return to Singapore - Cum - [Joash's "farewell" party]? Anyone interested? Please let me know, the most ideal date for this BBQ would be boxing day, the day after christmas. Anyone interested please let me know! Further thingys will be given once i know how many people will be interested!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; yeah Mark, i happy that you're feeling better after listening to my shitty advices for you. HEHEEHEHE! But guess what, you're gonna be stuck to this shitty wife of your's for a long time! AHAHA! Hope you're enjoying your trip!  Gonna sleep now. Weather's so condusive for sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ta Ta For Now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6724267425345882880-740456922974415166?l=portrait-of-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://portrait-of-you.blogspot.com/feeds/740456922974415166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6724267425345882880&amp;postID=740456922974415166' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724267425345882880/posts/default/740456922974415166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724267425345882880/posts/default/740456922974415166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portrait-of-you.blogspot.com/2008/12/stupid-stan.html' title='Stupid Stan'/><author><name>Portrait of You</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04475590951898535302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6724267425345882880.post-7117899362080762327</id><published>2008-11-27T13:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T13:49:02.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'>GRANDMA'S OKAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>WOOHOO! GRANDMA'S OKAY! She started to walk already today. YAY SO HAPPY FOR HER. Going over to the hospital later around 3+ meeting up with Alex first. Oh ya, if you guys planning to go to Miss Clarity Cafe near NLB, its not nice + super expensive. My own opinion, the Minds' Cafe is like much better than Clarity Cafe. Oh well... Tomorrow's the match! I think i'm "prepared" heheehehehe! Shall go get ready.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Mark:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES HONEY I'M PRETTY OKAY TOO! HOPE YOU'RE DOING FINE IN CANADA! ROTFLOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;and it seems to me that you lived your life like a candle in the wind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;and it seems to me that the dark clouds have finally passed, now for the sunny weather.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;but only thing now is to complain about the hot heat. heheheheheeheheheeheheheehehehe!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6724267425345882880-7117899362080762327?l=portrait-of-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://portrait-of-you.blogspot.com/feeds/7117899362080762327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6724267425345882880&amp;postID=7117899362080762327' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724267425345882880/posts/default/7117899362080762327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724267425345882880/posts/default/7117899362080762327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portrait-of-you.blogspot.com/2008/11/grandmas-okay.html' title='GRANDMA&apos;S OKAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Portrait of You</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04475590951898535302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6724267425345882880.post-7304256588854706466</id><published>2008-11-25T17:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T18:01:03.884+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pissed off, disappointed</title><content type='html'>Had match yesterday with Jurong View Secondary, lost to them 5-1. Oh my god, the way I played yesterday, was so fucking like shit, till it was like shit. Super duper off form, I guess because of some reasons that are making me lose my beauty sleep worrying about them constantly night after night. Oh well, at least I was in the starting 11, &amp;amp; coach had very high expectations of me. Sucks to be me lor. Played for about 10-15mins in the first half, then kenna sub-ed out, should have followed Alex's advice, sit down on the floor, crossed-hands and throw my tandrums. LOL! I really wonder what would coach do. Sohai, not really surprised that I got sub, really wasn't one of the "greatest" matches that i've played. Oh well, I'll take it as a learning experience. So that was the disappointed part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now, the pissed off part. Grandma went for her operation today, so went to Raffles' Hospital straight after coming back from Elvin's house. Grandma seemed okay, still in the operating theatre, until 6.30pm. Looked composed, I don't really know what she feels, but she said that she was not nervous or anything. I'm praying that everything is going well and she would have a speedy recovery after this. After months of excruciating pain, she finally acceeded to the childrens' and grandchildrens' advice on going for the op. So yeah, takes alot of courage, endurance etc. Praying that all goes well. Going back to Raffles' Hospital soon. So, went to Banquet, and ordered Wanton Noodle. Not knowing that it was Halal, i still ordered it. So, the char siew was fucking chicken and that was my first meal of the day. Fucked up shit, i was so fucking hungry and it was about 3pm when i had my first meal. Cb, fuck shit sia. Charsiew become chicken. Sohai, seriously, it defeats the purpose of chinese food. Fucking chicken charsiew. At least the BBQ chicken pau tastes 10x better than that stupid wanton noodle. Fucking pissed off sia. &amp;amp; the worst part is that it cost $3.50. Fucking rip off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall go and vent my anger by sleeping. I need my beauty sleep and get ready for friday's match against Assumption English. Strong, but i hope that the team &amp;amp; i can perform like our standard against St. Andrews. I believe that we can do that. To my dearest Joel Cheok, fuck off okay. I'll make sure i'll screw ur girlfriend upside down. &amp;amp; please ah babe, don't make the wrong decision again. I'm sure that you'll make the correct one. :D :D :D :D :D :D :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6724267425345882880-7304256588854706466?l=portrait-of-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://portrait-of-you.blogspot.com/feeds/7304256588854706466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6724267425345882880&amp;postID=7304256588854706466' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724267425345882880/posts/default/7304256588854706466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724267425345882880/posts/default/7304256588854706466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portrait-of-you.blogspot.com/2008/11/pissed-off-disappointed.html' title='Pissed off, disappointed'/><author><name>Portrait of You</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04475590951898535302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6724267425345882880.post-6694541835203764900</id><published>2008-11-17T16:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T16:57:38.415+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Don't Want A Life Like This</title><content type='html'>So what if my soccer if improving?&lt;br /&gt;So what if my studies are good?&lt;br /&gt;So what if I get selected in next year's school team?&lt;br /&gt;So what if I'm a good son?&lt;br /&gt;So what...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want a life like this. I want life to be as carefree as before, not like all these shit cropping up, filling my anus till my windpipe with shit, so hard to take it out.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I have a picture perfect family, but i'm starting to resent them more and more. I know they care about me, but i'm not trying hard enough.&lt;br /&gt;Seeing you makes my heart race just as fast as before, but not like the past, I don't know how to continue. I was close, quite close infact. But I guess you found out that I started doing things that you don't like, and then i started drifting further and further from you, starting out like how i we were like it was the starting of the year. I admit that i smoked because i had problems also, and now i'm thinking once again of turning to cigarettes, but i swore that i'll never touch those things again, at least not for the time being. I'll try to be strong once again, having very good friends like before, having a loving family like before. But before all these happens. it has to start from me. Like in Lifehouse's Whatever It Takes lyrics, you've gotta let me inside even though it hurts, don't hide the broken parts that i have to see, I have to open myself once again, sounds very wrong, but i guess you'll understand what i mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All i need now, is a long sleep that i can never wake up, and the cool ocean breeze that just takes all my troubles away just for a short while, cheap thrills. But i want you to know girl, i'll always love you forever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6724267425345882880-6694541835203764900?l=portrait-of-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://portrait-of-you.blogspot.com/feeds/6694541835203764900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6724267425345882880&amp;postID=6694541835203764900' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724267425345882880/posts/default/6694541835203764900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724267425345882880/posts/default/6694541835203764900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portrait-of-you.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-dont-want-life-like-this.html' title='I Don&apos;t Want A Life Like This'/><author><name>Portrait of You</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04475590951898535302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6724267425345882880.post-4746414151246322705</id><published>2008-11-11T16:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T16:19:02.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Match Against St. Andrews</title><content type='html'>Okay, tired. Had a match against  St. Andrews today, thrashed them 5-0, with me scoring 1 and assisting 2. Wooohooo, okay, i admit that this post is to action abit on my first match and debut for Coral after 2 yrs of being absent for fun! Scoring one and assisting two, wow, where can you find such a good right flanker ah Syazrin, if you're reading this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, came back with more injuries, after having 2 big blisters on my feet, which makes it very hard to walk. I'm having difficulty walking, let alone run. Must be thinking how I tahan through the match? Grid your teeth and run, then the pain will soon be numb. Their left defender, a tall indian guy, about 3/4 a head taller than me, and the center defender, chiong-ed at me and brought me on my knees, they then took me from behind and shoot their love all over me. Now, my knees are scratched, my left wrist is damn pain, having 3 extremely painful blisters on my feet. I'm also having a slight migraine now. Hmmm, maybe i'll add that in too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah tired, just awoken up from my 2.5hours of beauty sleep. I think i'm gonna catch another hour's of sleep and then dota. Let's see how it goes from here. &amp;amp; yeah, thanks guys for being concerned over my previous post, it still hasn't gone over me, but i'll try. And to Mark, sorry for making you worry about me when you're in Canada, remember to relate your interesting stories to me once you are online okay. Take care brother!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing off,&lt;br /&gt;Markus&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6724267425345882880-4746414151246322705?l=portrait-of-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://portrait-of-you.blogspot.com/feeds/4746414151246322705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6724267425345882880&amp;postID=4746414151246322705' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724267425345882880/posts/default/4746414151246322705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724267425345882880/posts/default/4746414151246322705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portrait-of-you.blogspot.com/2008/11/match-against-st-andrews.html' title='Match Against St. Andrews'/><author><name>Portrait of You</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04475590951898535302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6724267425345882880.post-6252373967994954313</id><published>2008-11-10T16:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T17:12:15.622+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Screwed up life</title><content type='html'>Life has not been behaving well for me over the past few days. Literally, it's almost enough for me to cry. Fucked up life. Fucking family, i mean, what's the fucking point of getting so worked up over a petty incident. Fucking retarded sister, fucking hypocrite, just like my fucking mum. All fucktards, and yes, i need someone i can talk to, i need him. Fucked up life, fucked up mum, fucked up sister, fucked up family. So what if you have bad blood about your in-law? Don't fucking drag mama in you bloody fucktard, i bet you know about the whole fucking photoshoot piece of shit. Everyone's happy about the occasion, and then you have to fucking scold uncle about not informing you and your fucking head and selfishness, i mean, can you fucking ask not. And for my fucking retarded stucked-up sister, fuck you bitch, if i have the chance to wack you again, i'm fucking going to do that. Not answering my questions, not replying mama, fucking in your own pathetic little world, worst of all, fucking put words in my mouth. When did i ever say that u should fucking skip your piano lesson? No, i've never said that, instead, you twisted my words from "You want to go then go. Since you have piano class then it's up to you." to "Mummy, Markus said that cannot go to piano class because got photoshoot." Bloody fucktard, i swear i'm not going to talk to you anymore unless its very necessary. Fucking pieces of shit, fucktard family, now i feel like the only person close to me is mama. Fucktards, yesterday was your fucking nephew's birthday, and what did you give as a convenient excuse? I have to study. Study lan la, cheebye. Fucking sister, I don't want to go leh. Fucktards, like mother like daughter lor. Bloody fuckfaces, go fuck yourselves la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine spending $2000+ for all the grandchildren to take a photoshoot with our beloved grandmother, and later a fucked up person comes out of her room shouting at you, saying that nobody enjoyed it and that it was all wasting money. It was enjoyable and fun, a great experience. Your fucking daughter was a screw up, i bet with this kind of attitude in life, i fucking hope my sister doesn't have any friends in life. Fucking backstabber, fucking loser attitude, standing infront of the mirror won't be enough to cover your image, bloody fat fuck. Spending $2000+ for the whole family, and yet getting an earful from an unreasonable fucker. Its like getting punched in the fucking nuts. Kenna zham in the fucking balls. At least daddy was better, he went for the chalet and enjoyed himself. Thinking of the fucking actions that both of you have done really wants to fucking make me puke. I feel digusted having you as a mother and you as a sister. Pieces of shit really. I'm very disappointed, utterly disappointed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Faizal messaged me on saturday night, saying that he knows about the letter thingy, and that i've seen the letter etc. Well, i just like to say that im sorry for reading the letter and i promise you that i will not do anything stupid like that in the future. For the trust part, yes its hard for you to regain your trust in me back once again, i guess i've done a great misdeed. I hope that i'll be able to regain that trust and bond once again. Im truly sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What have i done to receive all this shit that has been happening so far. I guess that it's because of all the bad things i've done, insulting people, being an asshole, being a bastard etc. Yes i'm sad, i'm very sad, i can almost cry when i think back about these incidents. Yet tomorrow's the friendly match against St. Andrew's, i'm here blogging about what sucky things have been happening to me, complaining yet not wanting to do anything to change the current situation. I don't think that i'll be performing well if i'm playing tomorrow. Sorry guys, i've let you down. Sorry to all my loyal readers, for reading this lengthy post about my sorrows. Cheers to you guys on having a good holiday. Take care Mark, my buddy, while having a ball of a time in Canada! I'll sure miss you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;And yet, this house that i'm living in, doesn't feels like a home once again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6724267425345882880-6252373967994954313?l=portrait-of-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://portrait-of-you.blogspot.com/feeds/6252373967994954313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6724267425345882880&amp;postID=6252373967994954313' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724267425345882880/posts/default/6252373967994954313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724267425345882880/posts/default/6252373967994954313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portrait-of-you.blogspot.com/2008/11/screwed-up-life.html' title='Screwed up life'/><author><name>Portrait of You</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04475590951898535302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6724267425345882880.post-9198066502266290746</id><published>2008-11-07T22:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T22:10:34.004+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NbyN</title><content type='html'>Okay, damn tired, dog tired. Short one :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morning training : usual sucky training&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got home : Bathed played comp for a while, then guitar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afternoon : went NbyN, hair stylists there fucking sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Night : dinner at peach garden @ OCBC Building 33th floor. fantastic view of CBD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9pm : Home, relaxed and played guitar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6724267425345882880-9198066502266290746?l=portrait-of-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://portrait-of-you.blogspot.com/feeds/9198066502266290746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6724267425345882880&amp;postID=9198066502266290746' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724267425345882880/posts/default/9198066502266290746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724267425345882880/posts/default/9198066502266290746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portrait-of-you.blogspot.com/2008/11/nbyn.html' title='NbyN'/><author><name>Portrait of You</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04475590951898535302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6724267425345882880.post-3240753982598891075</id><published>2008-11-06T11:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T11:18:13.769+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tired</title><content type='html'>I'm so fucking tired, so damn tired, so tired that I cannot be tired. In anyway, i'm damn tired. ( Physically of course ) Training at 8am yesterday, woke up at 7.30am. Could not prepare anything, thus took my bag which has everything and pack my shoebag which has nothing but my pair of boots. Went training at 8am, very punctual, saw coach's bloody face then my heart went doooooooooooooooooooown. No mood to train already. His face is really -___- sometimes, i really prefer Mr. Lee even though i dislike him. Run like dog, train like dog, sweat like dog, tired like dog. Ah, shall not write about coach, i just don't like him. Went for KFC with Joel &amp;amp; Junkai after waiting for Junkai &amp;amp; sunning my boots-cum-shoelaces under the mid day sun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went home, Junyen called and asked me to play soccer at park. Agreed, called Junkai and Joel. Chiong-ed to Alex's house before chionging to Junkai's house where i saw a little bird fell down from the tree and died. Fuck such a good day. Chionged back to Alex's house, Junkai lent a bike from Alex, tonpang Joel all the way to the place where we kicked the ball. Kick, kick &amp;amp; kicked, damn fun sia my legs were already jelly. Played for around 1.5hrs, tonpang Joel back to Elias Mall where they had dinner. Chiong-ed back to Alex's house where had dinner. Damn tired already, then had to climb up climb down. Wa, i tell u ah, my legs were like fucking wobbly and tired. Then watched abit of tv, played abit of computer then went to sleep. YAY! SLEEP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up today, legs were fucking SNG, fucking muscle ache, can die. Cycled home. Planning to sleep later, just too damn tired. Got Fifa 09 &amp;amp; Red Alert 3 from Alex, maybe playing later. Damn tired. And to all those people who went for the park soccer yesterday, please remember my FBT shorts, one day i'll wear them like the girls at the park and walk around! :D Thinking of that just makes me laugh. Rooftrellen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6724267425345882880-3240753982598891075?l=portrait-of-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://portrait-of-you.blogspot.com/feeds/3240753982598891075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6724267425345882880&amp;postID=3240753982598891075' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724267425345882880/posts/default/3240753982598891075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724267425345882880/posts/default/3240753982598891075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portrait-of-you.blogspot.com/2008/11/tired.html' title='Tired'/><author><name>Portrait of You</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04475590951898535302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6724267425345882880.post-6780700140722755689</id><published>2008-11-04T14:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T14:53:06.387+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life's Great</title><content type='html'>Life's been pretty great? At least that's how i'm feeling at the moment. So, when Michelle ( and Joelle?) are playing MapleSEA(?), Junyen and me are currently playing a pussy private server which gives 10000x EXP, 10000x Mesos, 100x Drop rates. If Michelle / Joelle / any person playing MapleSEA sees this, don't drool, for the simple fact that i leveled up 169 times in 1.5hours. Woohoo, sounds fun eh? But after a while i get bored. And did i mention hacking in private servers? Sounds so low class right, but I have god mode, damage hack, vacuum hack and etc hacks. OMG! SOUNDS FUN RIGHT!? But seriously, it gets bored after 3hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Liverpool lost, unexpected. Sad. Never mind Isa, i give u chance, i bet if Liverpool vs Tottenham again, we'll thrash them man! Didn't go for training on Sunday, went to play soccer with Alex, Alvin and his other friends. All army age except for me and alex, and im the youngest (again). They're pretty good, had fun playing with them. At least their jokes are funny, but not lame. Laughed alottttttttt. Irritated them with the hihi w0rhszx again. Such 2 good words that can be used to annoy anybody anywhere anytime. Fun sia honestly, you guys should start HIHI W0RHSZX your friends, and make them irritated, maybe shout it loud every 30secs, that's how i irritated them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having training tomorrow. Oh man! Sounds sucky right! Hell yeah, does sound sucky. No choice, i want to play on next &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;cumming&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; wednesday's match against English Assumption School. Our dear useless captain, says that they're quite strong. So, i'll be glad if the stupid coach plays me. Bloody racist. Going to play soccer-cum-basketball with my homies later. Homies, homies, homies. &amp;amp; to the 2 loyal people who tag my tagboard, i'm lazy to reply. So to Aloysius : no problem dude, the group of people can watch other shows next time. To Alsofiena : HELL NO! I've gotta gather more information before blackmailing Faizal! TEEHEE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Praying hard that it'll not rain today or tonight or tomorrow morning. Fucking wet field = i don't like. Waiting for the pussy Junkai to come online and play dota with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;"I'm starting to lose interest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; Dear god, let me have the initiative to not sms other girls, even though they are hot!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; I'm not gaining interest in them, just that i'm losing interst in my dear girl. I hope that i will still love you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; Amen."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6724267425345882880-6780700140722755689?l=portrait-of-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://portrait-of-you.blogspot.com/feeds/6780700140722755689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6724267425345882880&amp;postID=6780700140722755689' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724267425345882880/posts/default/6780700140722755689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724267425345882880/posts/default/6780700140722755689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portrait-of-you.blogspot.com/2008/11/lifes-great.html' title='Life&apos;s Great'/><author><name>Portrait of You</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04475590951898535302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6724267425345882880.post-9190524158888653200</id><published>2008-10-30T20:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T20:15:39.811+08:00</updated><title type='text'>-</title><content type='html'>I'll promise that I'll stop smoking, i'll try really hard to abstain from it. I know that you have not been talking to me because of my smoking, and also partly because of the other guy. But i really hope that you two can work things out, because i know that there are just simple misunderstandings between you 2 guys. Look what smoking can do to you, and yes i promise to be a better person in life. These few days has been a nightmare for me, believe me. I do not know if not smoking for a few days caused me to become like very listless and tired, or maybe there are just problems. And yes, im having a few problems right now, CFC, family and of course you guys, my closest bunch of friends, or in other words, my brothers. I do not want to see 3 to 4 years of friendship going down the drain because of a misunderstanding, no matter how big the matter is, i hope that a simple sorry might solve the problems. I'm cool with both of you, trust me, i do not like to be in the middle of this. So, i hope that one of you could take the initiative to talk to one another and clear things out, but no fighting or quarrelling, then you guys would be just putting a difficult spot for me to be on. i honestlyhope that this would all end soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mark, Aloysius, Isa and Zixiang came over my crib to watch Wanted. Angelina Jolie's hot :P went on to watch Love Guru by my own. Oh god, Jessica Alba is HOT! Imagine being Angelina &amp;amp; Jessica's best friend. Woohoo, GG man *drool*. The movie effects were nice, but the shooting of bullets were really abit impossible, having to bend here and bend there, the 2 bullets hitting each other. Plot was rather okay. Rating about 7/10. Eye candy! Tomorrow's last day of school. Teehee, can't wait for holidays, but on the other hand, when holiday comes, i would not know what to do. Alex still has poly. Oh my god, sian 1/2.  Going to relax now, not sure what im going to do. &amp;amp; for the first time this week, i feel like playing soccer! Might be playing soccer tomorrow, the vibes are coming back! I got great news for all 3/8 people, our form teacher has an unexpected girlfriend, but not confirmed, has to be confirmed with more evidences. ^^) going off now, ciaoz!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6724267425345882880-9190524158888653200?l=portrait-of-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://portrait-of-you.blogspot.com/feeds/9190524158888653200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6724267425345882880&amp;postID=9190524158888653200' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724267425345882880/posts/default/9190524158888653200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724267425345882880/posts/default/9190524158888653200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portrait-of-you.blogspot.com/2008/10/blog-post_30.html' title='-'/><author><name>Portrait of You</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04475590951898535302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6724267425345882880.post-6454135880374096307</id><published>2008-10-29T20:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T20:38:47.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'>-</title><content type='html'>"Wah, sibei sian.", Zixiang's usual words everyday. Yup totally agree with him. Went museum today &amp;amp; I took a photo with the fierce black security guard. OMG! He looks damn hot sia I think he's damn cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched alot movies over the past few days, American Pie Presents: Beta House, The Onion Movie, College, Harold and Kumar: Escape From Guantanamo Bay. Main 4 I can remember. The suprising thing that I found out about all these movies is that they are all making fun of America, culture, people, politics, mainly everything. Quite funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not feeling in the best of moods / well for the past few days, don't know why either. Oh well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, this shit is all fucked up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6724267425345882880-6454135880374096307?l=portrait-of-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://portrait-of-you.blogspot.com/feeds/6454135880374096307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6724267425345882880&amp;postID=6454135880374096307' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724267425345882880/posts/default/6454135880374096307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724267425345882880/posts/default/6454135880374096307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portrait-of-you.blogspot.com/2008/10/blog-post_29.html' title='-'/><author><name>Portrait of You</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04475590951898535302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6724267425345882880.post-4748428351890382032</id><published>2008-10-22T20:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T20:56:18.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Guitar</title><content type='html'>Past 3 days guitar has been really hurting me alot, as in fingers. Damn it, why can't I change to nylon strings?!?! So damn pain sia metal strings. Ya currently picking back guitar, hehehe! Still remembered some of the chords especially A, cause its too easy to forget. Rofl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Learnt intro for Wake Me Up When September Ends, Chasing Cars &amp;amp; tried You're Beautiful. Currently trying to refresh my memory of strumming &amp;amp; chords. Thanks Mark for your tuner. HEHE! Going to learn Faraway - Nickelback and True - Ryan Cabrera after I get my E string fixed again. Changed the strings today, only to find out that I've once again broken my E string. Fun, going to spend another dollar on E string damn it, economic crisis and I'm spending another redundant dollar. Well, any kind soul has a metal E string to spare me?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6724267425345882880-4748428351890382032?l=portrait-of-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://portrait-of-you.blogspot.com/feeds/4748428351890382032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6724267425345882880&amp;postID=4748428351890382032' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724267425345882880/posts/default/4748428351890382032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724267425345882880/posts/default/4748428351890382032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portrait-of-you.blogspot.com/2008/10/guitar.html' title='Guitar'/><author><name>Portrait of You</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04475590951898535302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6724267425345882880.post-5151600905483360231</id><published>2008-10-20T19:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T19:43:40.908+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Soccer is Bad</title><content type='html'>I'm starting to believe strongly that soccer is bad, when people can't control their emotions and bring their feelings onto the pitch. Soccer isn't about hating someone so badly and then you want to take revenge or get him just to satisfy yourself, this isn't right. What has the nickname of soccer become, from the "Beautiful Game" to the "I Can't Control My Emotions Thus I Have to Kill My Opponent To Make Myself Feel Happy Game?" This is fucking bullshit, soccer isn't really about taking down your opponent, fighting back hard when he comes down hard on you ( even thought this sounds really wrong, as in gay sex, its really true ), its not how you are going to play perform and play on the pitch. One should not be playing rough just because you hate the person, or playing dirty because the opponent plays dirty tricks on you. Ya I've got that shitty feeling before, but you have to fucking control your temper when playing soccer, don't let your temper get the better of you, like the saying "Fire is a great servant, but a bad master" thus controlling your temper will let you play a good game. If the opponent is in the wrong, so what, just fucking walk up to him and say sorry. Sometimes, this word sorry can cure big misunderstandings, resolve a fight and ensure that you will have a good match without any regrets. If you are in the wrong, FUCKING GO AND SAY SORRY FOR FUCKING SAKE. Is it really very difficult to say sorry? Yes it fucking is, but you have to do it, you have no fucking chioce, that's who the world works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But seriously, DON'T FUCKING BRING YOUR EMOTIONS AND FEELINGS TOWARDS ANOTHER PLAYER IN THE PITCH INTO THE PITCH BECAUSE IT WILL FUCKING SPOIL EVERYONE'S MOOD TO PLAY SOCCER. So in conclusion, don't let your temper get the better of you, get hold of your temper, don't bring your feelings into the pitch and always say sorry even though sorry seems to be the hardest word. (13M)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6724267425345882880-5151600905483360231?l=portrait-of-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://portrait-of-you.blogspot.com/feeds/5151600905483360231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6724267425345882880&amp;postID=5151600905483360231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724267425345882880/posts/default/5151600905483360231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724267425345882880/posts/default/5151600905483360231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portrait-of-you.blogspot.com/2008/10/soccer-is-bad.html' title='Soccer is Bad'/><author><name>Portrait of You</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04475590951898535302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6724267425345882880.post-7525817399014972313</id><published>2008-10-19T14:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T14:45:12.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fuck the Trolls</title><content type='html'>3 words that are on my mind right now, "Fuck the Trolls"&lt;br /&gt;Why are trolls so dumb?&lt;br /&gt;Why are trolls so ugly?&lt;br /&gt;Why are trolls so fucking stupid?&lt;br /&gt;Why are trolls so fucking retarded?&lt;br /&gt;Why are trolls even playing soccer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If playing soccer makes you so fucking unhappy, then why are you still fucking playing it?&lt;br /&gt;Use your fucking brain you fucking troll. Get new ears la, fucker. Fugly piece of shit. Dumb fuck. Then there was your pig friend. CB, fucking fat ass. Suck a cock la. Go lipo also can't fucking lose weight, cb fuck face. Fuck them la. Bunch of stupid assholes, play soccer use elbow, use fist. Suck a cock seriously dudes, dumb fuck. I bet next time 1/2 of you will be helping the higher society people work, where you guys will be fucking cleaning air-cons, sweeping floors and fucking cooking in a hawker centre where no one patronizes you. Bloody fuck faces.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6724267425345882880-7525817399014972313?l=portrait-of-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://portrait-of-you.blogspot.com/feeds/7525817399014972313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6724267425345882880&amp;postID=7525817399014972313' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724267425345882880/posts/default/7525817399014972313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724267425345882880/posts/default/7525817399014972313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portrait-of-you.blogspot.com/2008/10/fuck-trolls.html' title='Fuck the Trolls'/><author><name>Portrait of You</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04475590951898535302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6724267425345882880.post-2651080094707611733</id><published>2008-10-17T18:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T19:13:29.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'>-</title><content type='html'>Sometimes, I really wonder why would I fall in a deep love with her, I've thought of a perfect reason, which sounds really cheesy, because she's my everything. But on the other hand, things are not always looking positively right, which sometimes I tell myself, is it worth worrying about her, caring about her and loving her so much, is it all worth it? Hopefully I can find an answer which I strongly believe that it will be all worth while, because you're my everything! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was pretty boring at school, I think half of the boys brought PSPs to school, including me! But I didn't play that much okay, I'm currently trying to limit myself from refraining from playing electronic devices, which is a piece of bullshit now. Trying my best okay! I don't wanna become the next blind shit like Cheenan, take off specs can't see anything anymore. Played stupid cheat with Joel, Zixiang, Melvin and Liwei. Practically killed about 2 hours playing that shit. after that played PSP for a while. And oh ya, for fuck's sake, my data from my PSP has been gone! :O OMFG! I'm damn pissed off can! Stupid Junyen, changed the mem stick. Asshole! Hehheh, but oh well, I just found out after going to KFC watching my dear birthday boy eat the 2 piece mutated chicken. Looks so god damn big.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elvin brought his guitar to school today! Heard him playing many songs, which I do not know, then he played James Blunt's You're Beautiful. I SANG MAN! WOOHOO! So damn funny, blah blah blah, kept laughing. So, planning to play soccer tomorrow in the morning, then meeting up with Junyen to restring my guitar. Going yamaha, and oh ya bitch so sorry for destroying your screen protector, sorry it cost you $8 hehehe! I love you!&lt;br /&gt;PS: I kinda have the interest to play guitar again! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then yesterday was fun-er than today! Junyen, Vivian, Shaojun and me played stress! And god was i stressed man! LOL! Stressed till a point where me and junyen had to go to the hut to practice our stress before playing with them. In the end we still lost 5-3. Got improvement okay! From lost all right, to win 3 leh. But nevermind, I'm sure that we don't mind losing to retards! Right retards? Will pawn them one day. Currently my life is revolving around soccer &amp;amp; dota. Kinda boring. Wanna find something to do soon. Junkai asked me if wanna get a job during holidays, Will get back to you soon okay! ROFL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya will end here today, wanna go dinner --&gt; rest --&gt; dota --&gt; Tv --&gt; sleep --&gt; soccer! --&gt; Guitar strings! Yippee! I wanna play soccer and restring my guitar and play a song! HEHHEHE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Recently I've been, hopelessly reaching out for this girl who's out of this world believe me!...." - McFly's obviously. But who cares, I'm in love! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6724267425345882880-2651080094707611733?l=portrait-of-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://portrait-of-you.blogspot.com/feeds/2651080094707611733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6724267425345882880&amp;postID=2651080094707611733' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724267425345882880/posts/default/2651080094707611733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724267425345882880/posts/default/2651080094707611733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portrait-of-you.blogspot.com/2008/10/blog-post.html' title='-'/><author><name>Portrait of You</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04475590951898535302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6724267425345882880.post-4933385427782421522</id><published>2008-10-13T13:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T13:25:30.849+08:00</updated><title type='text'>update</title><content type='html'>ok updating now. to all my readers sorry for not updating coz for the simple fact that im too lazy to log into blogger TEEHEE! ok so couple of things happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;exams : wooo hooo! might be flunking it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tamp rovers : rejected their offer. 1) parents dont allow 2) studies more impt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;birthdays : junkai the manly man bodoh woo hoo. i got no more money already dick shit &amp;amp; brenna &amp;amp; junyen &amp;amp; belynda omfg sia. im going to be broke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ya so thats all post longer one soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wan to change my boots again heheehehe~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6724267425345882880-4933385427782421522?l=portrait-of-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://portrait-of-you.blogspot.com/feeds/4933385427782421522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6724267425345882880&amp;postID=4933385427782421522' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724267425345882880/posts/default/4933385427782421522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724267425345882880/posts/default/4933385427782421522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portrait-of-you.blogspot.com/2008/10/update.html' title='update'/><author><name>Portrait of You</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04475590951898535302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6724267425345882880.post-5147219406761140649</id><published>2008-09-18T18:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T18:28:12.325+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Should not...</title><content type='html'>Well, I should not have fallen in love (again). The feeling kinda sucks, have to start all over again. The feeling inside me is hmmm, hard to describe in words. Waiting at yet, rushing and hoping that something might happen. Should not have fallen in love again la. It's a "mistake". But she's so god damn hot, and Junkai's getting a little annoyed with her. Starting to dislike her. LOL brother, I bet you had tons of fun during today's lunch break. Teehee! I can mimick that for you again. Ahhh, but I think this time's for real, and maybe, just maybe, things will work out soon after the exams. Well that's what I kinda wish for. Ya moving on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh, have this annoying blister, the size of a $1 coin, at my feet. It's like damn pain, and I have difficulty walking, yet alone playing soccer with an injured leg. The 2 reasons why I am not playing soccer now is that 1) My leg's freaking pain, 2) I want my blister to recover as soon as possible, hopefully by Sunday. I want to play soccer! But I can't, I CUNT! Exam's coming, listen to my advice, play less soccer ( &amp;amp; im playing it almost everyday ), not good for health, must pia and study, chiong the sua for another 1 month, then woohoohoo, fun liao! LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Couple of things happened today. I guess what my cousin said was true, they all play cheat, cheaters and sore losers. "Sng Chao" bah, hard to describe, but that's really what I feel about them. Short of people still like that, stupid sia. OMG &amp;amp; the new ball freaking sucks. LOL! Lao hong until like shit. I want to play soccer!~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shall go and sleep amongst my books, hoping that I can read when my eyes are closed, and all the formulas / theorems are inside my head. Teehee! Study hard guys!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6724267425345882880-5147219406761140649?l=portrait-of-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://portrait-of-you.blogspot.com/feeds/5147219406761140649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6724267425345882880&amp;postID=5147219406761140649' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724267425345882880/posts/default/5147219406761140649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724267425345882880/posts/default/5147219406761140649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portrait-of-you.blogspot.com/2008/09/should-not.html' title='Should not...'/><author><name>Portrait of You</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04475590951898535302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6724267425345882880.post-2207035388719117989</id><published>2008-09-15T16:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T16:17:37.615+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Agony</title><content type='html'>I think me and junyen are having PMS today, not feeling so good after mother tongue, where my favourite teacher, miss zhang yan talked and talked and talked for 45mins, while joel, mark, waynard, cheenan and me had to stand up like a bunch of idiots, but it was our fault for "delaying" the lesson. Like kinda dumb right, she wants to continue the lesson as soon as possible, then she keep talking like machine gun, cannot stop. Ya, so talked to joel about the oppurtunity fund thingy. Filled up some crap, laughed and laughed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then came our PMS session. I think Junyen's period came after Man Utd lost to liverpool, while my period came yesterday when i fell down. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;OH YA! &lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;LIVERPOOL&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt; &lt;strong&gt;2&lt;/strong&gt; : &lt;strong&gt;1&lt;/strong&gt; MAN UTD (MANURE!).&lt;/span&gt; WOOOHOOO! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Alsofiena,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; u totally agree with this right! That's to all Man Utd supporters! HAHAHA! Wooohoo, the next left winger, Riera, is damn good sia. I'm in love with him. His skills are superb! Ya, talking bout PMS. Junyen sleeping went to disturb him, then he very agitated sia! Then when liwei singing (damn funny this part), u know Faber Drive's Sleepless Nights? The part where they waoooo ahhoooooo. The starting part la, then Junyen turned behind and said, "Eh, you singing funeral song is it?" OMG SIA, I LAUGHED UNTIL MY STOMACH PAIN! And this was like the first time JY got angry, sorry la babe, i still love you ok! Don't PMS tmr, if not 2 periods, we'll get 2 periods also! TEEHEE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school followed them to WS. They ate mac, me and dingcong watched the faggot, Junkai, eat his Big Mac. LOL! FAGGOT! joking la babe -.- ya so then went to interchange, dont know waiting for what, when i could have gone home and not tahan my urine inside my almost going to burst bladder. so PMS-ed there. emo emo emo. then when pearl came, they talk talk talk.  I also talk talk talk. talk liao then i took bus home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously dont know what to study man! Its like exam's coming and still in Soccer and Computer mood. Soccer is priority. So, i think i shall go and study abit of physics, then go to sleep. Going on hiatus soon, maybe my 40th post, after that BBYE to blog for 2 weeks. &amp;amp; liverpool fucking rocks! I LOVE LIVERPOOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[omg sia, im missing her like fuck! i think this time, its for real]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6724267425345882880-2207035388719117989?l=portrait-of-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://portrait-of-you.blogspot.com/feeds/2207035388719117989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6724267425345882880&amp;postID=2207035388719117989' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724267425345882880/posts/default/2207035388719117989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724267425345882880/posts/default/2207035388719117989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portrait-of-you.blogspot.com/2008/09/agony.html' title='Agony'/><author><name>Portrait of You</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04475590951898535302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6724267425345882880.post-4826643782082026797</id><published>2008-09-12T15:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T20:42:04.921+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So many things, so little time</title><content type='html'>Argh, so many things happened this week. Kinda scary. To me, holiday seems to longer than a normal school week. Maybe is just that exam's coming and i'm sorta having the early jitters. I'm mentally and physically beat. Today had alot of shit happen. Got back our Progress Report. One thing that really amazed me is that my chinese didn't fail, and i passed with flying colours(to me). I got a 61 man! A freaking B4. Teehee! Gay right, feeling quite sad for Cheenan, as he has handed up all his work while me, *chuckles* sad to say, term 3 haven't hand up anything to Miss Zhang Yan. Speaking of that, I just realised that my edusave have alot of money. -_- ya surprising eh, i wish could change that money to real SGD! Yah so after school shit happened. Don't feel like saying la. Sorry Kengtian, I tried to help you, but i went abit late. Sorry dude. Hope you're feeling ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiring day. Sighs, im really in holiday mood now. I can't wait for the exams to pass, then comes my good buddy, Junkai, whose birthday will be falling on 14th October. Everyone must remember ok! Hmmmm, maybe im just very sleepy and i need a long long break. How i wish that my progress report can be my SA2 results. Is like wishing that i have ovarian cancer but that will never happen. Going to the loo quite often now, is it something wrong with my bladder? Neither do i know. Teehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also not sure what i wanna write from here. having tuition later. maybe i shall go and study. but the problem is that i can't study. omg.. ya so, good luck to everyone on their revisions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terima Kasih for reading this!! : )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6724267425345882880-4826643782082026797?l=portrait-of-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://portrait-of-you.blogspot.com/feeds/4826643782082026797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6724267425345882880&amp;postID=4826643782082026797' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724267425345882880/posts/default/4826643782082026797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724267425345882880/posts/default/4826643782082026797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portrait-of-you.blogspot.com/2008/09/so-many-things-so-little-time.html' title='So many things, so little time'/><author><name>Portrait of You</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04475590951898535302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6724267425345882880.post-7387256641422768626</id><published>2008-09-10T19:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T19:59:28.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stars is a pain in the ass</title><content type='html'>Oh god, do you all agree that starss is a pain in the ass? Teehee, guys came over my place to chiong stars today. Fast game, super fast game. Skipped all those bibliography thingy, appendix and other stuff. Not sure if going to pass. &amp;amp; i just found out that my group is the only group that hasn't done anything from beginning of term 2 till now, and we might have a chance to pass stars. LOL! No distinction for us ): Mr. Faizal seemed really quite pissed off today, coz today's suppose to be the presentation day, and my oh my, my group, has to do a 20min presentation! WOOHOO! shiok sia, LOL! imagine the number of words that we would be talking in a 20min prsentation. I wonder what if we "skipped" the presentation...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I injured my left knee and i don't know when did i do that either. Kinda hurts really bad when i start walking for the first recess, 2nd recess not so bad, end of sch feeling nothing already. Abit weird, is like my knee cap going to tear. Damn pain. Physics test tmr! Open book! YIPPEE! I don't think i'm going to score well, even though its an open book test. And Liwei, if you're reading this, don't so sad ok, its CA2 only. ^^ cheer up! Pass ur waves test! Hope everything for ur colete wong and u works out! LOL! ya so, maths teaching further trigonometric ratios or something like that, double angle rule blah blah blah yada yada. 2 straight periods of maths, whee so entertaining! LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zhang Yan rebonded her hair today! OMG! First time sia, i think her child won something in the olmypics then she got the money to rebond her hair. Sian im an asshole. But not such a big one such as Joel Cheok. RIGHT SICHUAN SURVIVOR? LOL! Ok la i shall end here, go "study?" yah good luck to all people taking the test tmr! See ya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[I'm the change that I would like to see]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6724267425345882880-7387256641422768626?l=portrait-of-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://portrait-of-you.blogspot.com/feeds/7387256641422768626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6724267425345882880&amp;postID=7387256641422768626' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724267425345882880/posts/default/7387256641422768626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724267425345882880/posts/default/7387256641422768626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portrait-of-you.blogspot.com/2008/09/stars-is-pain-in-ass.html' title='Stars is a pain in the ass'/><author><name>Portrait of You</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04475590951898535302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6724267425345882880.post-9151915739509093835</id><published>2008-09-08T15:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T16:12:21.138+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Being Studed is Painful!</title><content type='html'>Well, once again, I was being studed. OMG! Damn painful! Being studed right, is probably not the best experiences in the world. Currently, there is a "bump" on my left ankle. I think the stud kenna the vein, that's why its so painful and taking a while to heal. 1 day leh, haven't heal yet! LOL! Seriously, alot of injuries from yesterday's training. Left ankle stud, left toe big blister ( haven't recover, went to play soccer. Can only blame myself ), right knee got a baluku, my left ankle cannot walk properly, head pain, backside pain, stomach pain, chest pain, eye pain, hand pain, leg pain. My mother suggested this wonderful solution that will solve all my troubles. which is : stop playing soccer! Whee, I've never wished for a more clever parent in the world! Mum, I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Checklist :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Physics : Undone&lt;br /&gt;Chemistry: Done&lt;br /&gt;Maths, A: Almost E: Almost&lt;br /&gt;History: Undone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the stupid assignments that i've been trying to do over the past 3 days, starting from Friday. ROFLMAOLOL! It was suppose to be a holiday homework, which could be spread into 9days of studying, but being clever (lazy), I chose the route which is trying to complete my homework in 3 days! Oh god, i've never seen such a clever person before! I guess there i'm not the only one. If you're smiling and chuckling right, then you must be the most beautiful girl in whole of Japan. Nah, just joking. Got it from MadTV's Memoirs of a Geisha. Beautiful parody. You must be one of the clever (lazy) ones man! Keep up to good (bad) work! Exam's in 3-4weeks time, still got time. Can (not) play the fool again! So, being smart and clever, I shall go and do my physics! YAY! I'M SURE MISS KUAH WILL BE PROUD OF ME  : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya, for those who have time, you can go to &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/"&gt;http://www.youtube.com&lt;/a&gt; and search for &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;nigahiga.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They're fucking hilarious and funny! Wish that I was just as funny as them O_o. Ok. Sayonara!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6724267425345882880-9151915739509093835?l=portrait-of-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://portrait-of-you.blogspot.com/feeds/9151915739509093835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6724267425345882880&amp;postID=9151915739509093835' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724267425345882880/posts/default/9151915739509093835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724267425345882880/posts/default/9151915739509093835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portrait-of-you.blogspot.com/2008/09/being-studed-is-painful.html' title='Being Studed is Painful!'/><author><name>Portrait of You</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04475590951898535302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6724267425345882880.post-6087724801668056169</id><published>2008-09-04T21:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T21:50:20.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Screwed, damn screwed</title><content type='html'>Oh                                                                                                                                                                my&lt;br /&gt;                                                                      god!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just found out that I have yet to complete a pile of homework, make it a ton. Really, the acronym OMG really works out pretty well here. OMG! OMG! The only homework that I've sorta complete is the E Maths practice paper, which is half done. Most of the questions needs time to to think, while in the past I could easily done it with one of my eyes closed. But now, every "easy" question takes about 5mins for the question to process in my head. Currently my mind is in standby mode, haven't really been functioning well. So, I'll guess that tomorrow, which is a Friday, as known as the 3rd last day of our 7 day holiday, I will be trying to rush through my homework, trying very hard to get the correct answers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing that really made me very very very happy today! I BOMBED Hiroshima and Nagasaki again! OMG! [This post is really good for OMG] The toilet bowl almost broke sia. I was practically running for my life to the toilet. Teehee! It's a really thrilling and fulfilling experience. Today, I played dota. Today, I played DJ Max Portable 2. Today, I used the computer on doing stupid things. Today, I watched Jackass on MTV. Tonight, will be the night that I will watch another documentary. Tomorrow, is the day that I will go swimming with Junkai. Tomorrow, is the day that I will see Joelle Lyn Kaur to give her belated birthday present. Tomorrow, is the day that I will pia-ing my homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But on Sunday, it will be a time to put my boots to good use. Have yet to try out running in it, rolling in it, shooting with it, passing with it, doing tricks with it. I think it'll be my second love. YIPPEE! I LOVE MERCURIAL HAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, back to watching Adrian Pang's show on Channel 8. Freakin' funny I tell ya. Will post another one soon. TTFN!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6724267425345882880-6087724801668056169?l=portrait-of-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://portrait-of-you.blogspot.com/feeds/6087724801668056169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6724267425345882880&amp;postID=6087724801668056169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724267425345882880/posts/default/6087724801668056169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724267425345882880/posts/default/6087724801668056169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portrait-of-you.blogspot.com/2008/09/screwed-damn-screwed.html' title='Screwed, damn screwed'/><author><name>Portrait of You</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04475590951898535302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6724267425345882880.post-1670933402469445247</id><published>2008-09-02T20:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T20:19:48.747+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Steaming</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Oh my god, i'm extremely happy man! Bought new boots today! YIPPEE! ROFL! has been like 2 weeks since i wanted to buy a good pair of comfortable boots! LOLOL! Bought the Nike Mercurial! OMFG, i see also i want to steam. AND THE FUCKING BEST PART IS THAT IT WONT BE GIVING ME ANY MOER SUCKY BLISTERS! OMFG AND ITS SO FUCKING LIGHT! HAHAHHAHAA! omg, so damn happy. Thanks Alex for the great lobang! went to peninsula after lunch-ing at his house. Then went into the Sadiq's shop. I can't really remember the name but alex said that the boots there are great and cheap! went to take a look at the lotto boots first, found out that behind got that stupid lump shit that has been giving me blisters. Ask the shop owner if any more recommendations, recommended the Mercurial. 2nd grade, and oh ya, most of his boots there are 2nd grade. try try try, actually quite reluctant to buy, wanted to see other shops first. then in the end i feel like quite paiseh alr, tried quite a number of boots there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alex asked for the price, he said. "Brother, actually this boots is $119, but I give you same price as the Lotto boots lah, $80.". Then our reaction was like WTF! SO MUCH DISCOUNT? Pondering, pondering and pondered more, then he like quite pek chek alr, said, "Steady price, $78!" HAHA! OMFG, a mere $2. Then ok lor, anything bought at $78. I think its 2x more worth my predator that has been giving me headaches. Oh ya, we went to another shop, then that shop selling all nike 1st grade for $50. Fucking cheap and has my size. Checked other stores and they are selling for around $200++. damn worth it, if i've sold my predator i would have bought the nike 1st grade, quite nice. So, not really sure if we really kenna pawned by the guy, $78. Alex said was cheap and very good buy, LOL! went to other stores to check my boot, but they din sell it. ): OMG! yay im so happy! so gay. gay gay gay! OMFG! so damn happy. so, thats relatively what happened today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyone mind telling me this holiday got what homework? I can't seem to remember, only remembering the 2 maths practice papers, physics e-learning and history, but i've forgotten the history question. teehee! so, this is a picture of my boot. OMG, so gay. damn happy!&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mvVDdzVu5bk/SL0vKThww1I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/R5OKES7JUGU/s1600-h/DSC00842.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241397395416204114" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mvVDdzVu5bk/SL0vKThww1I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/R5OKES7JUGU/s320/DSC00842.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; so, going to "study" yay. so happy! din use my $50. Ok, blog another one soon. TTFN!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6724267425345882880-1670933402469445247?l=portrait-of-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://portrait-of-you.blogspot.com/feeds/1670933402469445247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6724267425345882880&amp;postID=1670933402469445247' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724267425345882880/posts/default/1670933402469445247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724267425345882880/posts/default/1670933402469445247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portrait-of-you.blogspot.com/2008/09/steaming.html' title='Steaming'/><author><name>Portrait of You</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04475590951898535302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mvVDdzVu5bk/SL0vKThww1I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/R5OKES7JUGU/s72-c/DSC00842.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6724267425345882880.post-6335464663197241054</id><published>2008-08-28T19:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T19:19:55.127+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A World Around Them</title><content type='html'>I just found out that Alex can't accompany me to Peninsula / Queensway tomorrow. Zomfg, going out with CFC back to Haising Catholic for teachers day, then might be following them to Bugis to have lunch at seoul garden. Main problem is that I currently don't have any more cash with me. Still have not much idea of what kind of boot that I want to buy, the ideal boot is the one which does not give me blisters, does not give me blisters and very very comfortable + light. HAHA! I know sounds abit unrealistic la, but there really is, once again, the only problem is that  I don't have much cash now. Only a simple boot which does not give me blisters is fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing that I just found out is that I have pussy friends who do pussy stuffs. Today, they tried to pour the bottle of water on me. ZZZ i damn tired seriously, running back home, with them chasing behind me. Then people on the bus look at me and dingcong running away from each other, they must be thinking that i stole something from him or i did something bad. LOL! the people at the bus stop also look like O_o. HAHA! Today did nothing much, played soccer at the end of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had 2 tests, physics and english situational writing thingy. Kaiyisah's last lesson with us. Aww! She gave us the notebooks, I'm pretty sure that i can put that into good use, for not always brining my seatwork book, i can use that as the seatwork excercise book! Yippee! Thanks Kaiyisah, for teaching us for that short period of time, but i bet that the class will in one way or another will miss you. HAHA! Will remember the time when we went to Burger King and gossipped like hell about you-know-who. TEEHEE! :D And and and, I still know that i'm your favourite student ok! LOL! HAHAHAHA! First time i met you, then u asked what was my name, i replied " GLADYS! " Then your expression was like O_o again? OK la, hope you do well in future ok, one more year, whether NIE or NTU / NUS / SMU / SIM. Choose wisely! HAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow having the 4km jog. zzzz but there's something to look forward to : teacher's day concert! I think going to be quite cool! HAHA ok i shall go have my dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Good luck in whatever you do ok MADAM KAIYISAH! ROFL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6724267425345882880-6335464663197241054?l=portrait-of-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://portrait-of-you.blogspot.com/feeds/6335464663197241054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6724267425345882880&amp;postID=6335464663197241054' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724267425345882880/posts/default/6335464663197241054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724267425345882880/posts/default/6335464663197241054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portrait-of-you.blogspot.com/2008/08/world-around-them.html' title='A World Around Them'/><author><name>Portrait of You</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04475590951898535302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6724267425345882880.post-4193831014594088200</id><published>2008-08-25T18:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T18:54:58.801+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Goal</title><content type='html'>Hmmm, today was not that bad. That's what I kept telling myself after using the computer on useless shits doing nothing, surfing the net. Well, came home today, achieved my goal of not touching the computer after reaching home. Went to have my lunch and then watched 2 documentries. First documentry was on the giant squid, living in Mexico of something like that. The camera footage was just amazing, going down into the water for about 300m, with totally no sunlight, being able to see the giant squid, to me, was really astonishing. I think they used the infrared camera. But the thing the really surprised me is that I always thought that the giant squid was like 10m or something, but infact, it was about 32.4m long man! OMFG, that's like 3/4 the size of an olympic sized swimming pool. 32.4m leh, I can't imagine how big it is sia, then its tenacles are like 3feet in diameter. LOL! A long, big shit wacked you when you were diving. How cool is that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched another documentry on Animal Planet. Is on the animal rescuers. Really touching to see those people trying to save the lives of animals, espicially dogs. I found out that under feeding your pet horses in US, the government will give you a fine. Cool right, under feeding anything will give you a fine. I think is 500 USD or something. I guess my next goal in life is to become a vet. I think damn cool, saving animals. But too bad I screwed bio last year. hahaha! Not sure if that's the confirm course that i want to take in poly, but i'll work towards it for the time being. A &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;VET&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I think that it'll be damn cool, seriously, saving the lives of abandoned animals. Only downside that i can think of now is saving those animals that have been in a road accident, then all the blood and wounds on the animal, that would be pretty disgusting. But a VET! OMG! LOL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow having training again. "yay!" Having another 2 blisters on my leg "double yay!" oh god, wishing that Friday would come sooner, then i can buy my boots! YIPPEE! HAHAHA! Looking out for a Lotto boots, first grade. Hoping that it would not be quite expensive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, i shall go and "study". hahaha! Good luck on Thursday's exam!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6724267425345882880-4193831014594088200?l=portrait-of-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://portrait-of-you.blogspot.com/feeds/4193831014594088200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6724267425345882880&amp;postID=4193831014594088200' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724267425345882880/posts/default/4193831014594088200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724267425345882880/posts/default/4193831014594088200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portrait-of-you.blogspot.com/2008/08/new-goal.html' title='New Goal'/><author><name>Portrait of You</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04475590951898535302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6724267425345882880.post-8421353872936763448</id><published>2008-08-23T12:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T12:47:39.441+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Gift of Hope</title><content type='html'>Yesterday had no training, so went to watch Money Not Enough 2 with Junkai, Mark and Suek Lee. Well, overall the show was quite ok I guess. I still prefer his other shows like The Best Bet and others. There was one part in the movie where I practically laughed my ass off. The mother was like "Aye! Ah hui teng lai liao arh? Jia ba buey?" Hui repiles "Ba lu teng lai. Jia ba liao." 5 seconds later, the mother asked again. "Jia ba buey?" Kept going on and asking the same 2 questions until Hui gets really frustrated and said "Wa ah buey jia! Wa sipei sipei sipei sipei yao" Oh my, the mother really got alzheizer's disease. The last part was sad. And the Hui-ge's crying was like laughing. So, I felt like laughing although it was the sad part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After movie accompanied Suek Lee, Junkai and Mark to interchange. Mark went to Vivo. SL and JK were at Mac, waiting for their beloved project mates to come. Oh ya, when we were walking home, then there was this used condom hanged onto the fence. Nbpcb, fucking disgusting sia. Thinking of that just makes me laugh and feeling like vomitting. Laughing because reminds me of the over-enthusiastic speaker who told us about HIV / Aids thingy during assembly. She's like so hyper sia, like she on drugs or something. Sat behind with the teachers, Mr. Faizal and Mdm Norul also laughed with us. Either Mr. Faizal had something on or he was laughing too hard until he had to leave the auditorium. He really laughed till his face was damn red and I think he was tearing. LOL! Mdm Norul also laughed abit. But the speaker really got our attention. Talk was enjoyable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuition changed location, to the bombshelther thingy. Sucky place, no reception = cannot sms and cannot listen to radio rofl. My soccer boots has been giving me headaches recently, such a fucking asshole. Wearing it and playing it for 2-3hours is such a pain in the feet. Fucking 2 blisters at the heel again, like when I first wore it and gave me 2 oh so beautiful blisters at the same spot. Had a fucking big blister below the big toe. Size of a 20cent coin. Now healing already. Having training tomorrow, asking Alan to bring his kangaroo boots tmr. Teehee, light and won't be giving me anymore sucky blisters. Well, grade 1 boots. Lotto or something, original price was like $100++, he don't want to wear anymore because he said when kenna stud, damn pain. See how first ba. Selling me at around $40. I think worth it. Alex also say worth it and better than my boots that I'm wearing now. Yes arh! Can't wait for tmr's training.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to do my homework alr, post again next time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6724267425345882880-8421353872936763448?l=portrait-of-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://portrait-of-you.blogspot.com/feeds/8421353872936763448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6724267425345882880&amp;postID=8421353872936763448' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724267425345882880/posts/default/8421353872936763448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724267425345882880/posts/default/8421353872936763448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portrait-of-you.blogspot.com/2008/08/gift-of-hope.html' title='The Gift of Hope'/><author><name>Portrait of You</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04475590951898535302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6724267425345882880.post-7557541271494548622</id><published>2008-08-14T19:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T19:41:48.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'>-</title><content type='html'>All though all those shit that we done were down right dumb and stupid, caused us to be like the ants in the hot frying pain just to try to steal that piece of food, all those shit that we've done were fun, the last thing that we needed was an asshole like Nurisha, who fucking went to pauto to Faizal. Saw Faizal at the passageway after soccer, told us that we will be in deep shit tomorrow, for the lesson during CME. Such a bloody fucking asshole sia Nurisha. Can;t she just fucking keep quiet and pretend that we're doing something that is not related to her? She walked towards Junyen and my table, took the fulscap away and shook her head. When Cheenan asked her for the piece of fulscap, she said she forgotten where she put it. But instead of fucking "forgetting" it, she happily brought it to Faizal and showed it to him. Such an asshole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lessons today were down right boring to the core, starting with physics, which none of a single shit went into my head. English Kayisah did not teach, had no idea why. Maths did trigo as usual. History was still quite ok. Chem tomorrow doing practical. CME was fucking bullshit. With that sort of teacher in charge. She is the "CME Co-ordinator". Get real la, all you do is just get trouble to find students. Co-ordinate my shit, you can't teach. Wonder what shit she teaches during Malay lessons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NBCB Puiji. Hope tomorrow's chem practical is fun!~ Hoping that tomorrow's training is fun!~ Hope that everything will go smoothly tomorrow!~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Junkai:&lt;br /&gt;Bear with it la babe. You'll get Trigo soon. ^^) LOL!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6724267425345882880-7557541271494548622?l=portrait-of-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://portrait-of-you.blogspot.com/feeds/7557541271494548622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6724267425345882880&amp;postID=7557541271494548622' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724267425345882880/posts/default/7557541271494548622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724267425345882880/posts/default/7557541271494548622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portrait-of-you.blogspot.com/2008/08/blog-post.html' title='-'/><author><name>Portrait of You</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04475590951898535302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6724267425345882880.post-7881380993398758143</id><published>2008-08-05T20:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T20:42:42.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'>English</title><content type='html'>Did a couple of things for this week, hoping to do more. Monday, laughed alot during Miss Kaisha's lesson. Today laughed at Miss Kuah. Yesterday received the recent class photos. I don't think Faizal has taken a class photo with us, except for the one during combined history. Was his very first picture with us. Saw the photos, Isa laughed at me, I laughed at Isa. On and on and on and on and on, until made Elvin so angry! relax arh babe. laughing at our ownselves only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Training was sorta ok today. Run quite alot. Mr. Joel Cheok Ke Sheng decided to join soccer. I have no idea why, but it seems fun. The more friends the merrier. Run and run and run and run. I laughed at Miss Chan, which then she laughed back at me. I think she's a pretty good teacher if u know her well. Then, she asked me, "Eh why you today smile smile arh?" I repiled her "No la, I see the band then think of you." LOL. then her reaction was like -_-" rofl. Kinda cool teacher i guess, but too bad my stars and her right, the 8 character digits clash LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Syaz kinda angry today. played not too well today, manage to get a few good shots. syaz goal damn nice.not forgetting ed's. Oh well, having match against some team tomorrow. Yan Ting FC. rofl, makes me think of yan ting from 3/7. See how things go from there, whether we improved or not. will update soon...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6724267425345882880-7881380993398758143?l=portrait-of-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://portrait-of-you.blogspot.com/feeds/7881380993398758143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6724267425345882880&amp;postID=7881380993398758143' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724267425345882880/posts/default/7881380993398758143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724267425345882880/posts/default/7881380993398758143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portrait-of-you.blogspot.com/2008/08/english.html' title='English'/><author><name>Portrait of You</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04475590951898535302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6724267425345882880.post-363295544513428767</id><published>2008-08-01T17:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T17:28:48.285+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Farewell Mr. Dominic</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Mr. Dominic,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thanks for all the times that you've taught me, for the guidance, for the times when you were there for me. Even though there were sometimes when I hated you, there are also times that I had really wonderful memories with you. The last few weeks with you were really fun, but like it is in the letter that you handed us today, I guess that the class would thank you in one way or another. Thus, I would like to thank you for all the things that you have done for me. Have fun during ur Uni life!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Today was pretty much a "test" day. Had Partial Fraction test and Mole test today. Hmmm, maths was kinda ok, chem was quite difficult. Did not study rofl. Stayed after school and played ball. Watched abit of the National day parade. Headed out of the school with Mark and Junkai. Sat under a block and chit-chatted about the supernatural. Shared some stories amongst us. Headed home after school. I've been pondering about this question when I was walking home. Did Mr. Dominic help "strengthen" the class spirit in one way or another? Having said that, I think that Miss Kuah's new agreement to the sitting plan is not only worsening the problem of our class having too many cliques, but it is also creating more problems. By sitting with our friends, it gives us more comfort. Mr. Dominic said that we should all move out of our comfort zone and try something new. I strongly feel that if we want to strengthen our class bonding, we should not sit with one another. But... I prefer sitting with my friends, which implies that not everyone of us is willing to make a change. Oh well, that's just only my opinion.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Once again, I'm tired of everything. Luckily, training these days has been quite slack, if not I would be more tired. Tired of every single thing, I'm just so very tired. I just need a long long long break and sleep. By doing this, it can let me ponder over my questions. Maybe it has been dragged too long, maybe I'ved lost my love in you. Maybe this maybe that. I'm not even sure that I like her now. Oh god. There are too many what if's and maybe's. I need a firm and strong answer for everything. Let me just see how things just goes from here. I hope that it will be good.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Had CME lesson yesterday. Did something stupid. Isa, Junyen, Cheenan and me all took H.O.M.E. Started going round the school to take photos with our professional camera man Elvin. Michelle's birthday was on Wednesday. Wished her on Tuesday night. Rofl, once again happy birthday. Did not do anything much during the next few days.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I just hope that the right decision is to just stand here and wait. Wait, waited, waiting. Let's just see what happens from here. Adious, Mr. Dominic. Good luck and take care in everything that you do! Let's move on ok? 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