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do people always deal with shit, only to get more?&lt;br /&gt;her forceful ways.&lt;br /&gt;Mistress of acid lips.&lt;br /&gt;why bother holding it all in. bottling up. being clenched tight by invisible hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what would freedom feel like?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11290471-116135770495272618?l=shhybooy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shhybooy.blogspot.com/feeds/116135770495272618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11290471&amp;postID=116135770495272618' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11290471/posts/default/116135770495272618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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so much goin through your mind its so much easier to pen it all down, or in this case type -  at least the higher proficiency. so what exactly is goin through my mind? hmm. ive been gettin flashbacks lately. of life in the past and how irrational and impulsive i was. doin queer and outrageous things that i would never repeat in the comin years or say years to come when im "all grown-up". but then again, it is a mere matter of perception. i guess the question is, why am i suddenly feelin impulsive all over again? that sudden urge to do somethin silly that could turn my whole world upside down. what in the world's wrong? do i feel a certain discomfort in my life? could things be "too perfect"? hmm. but i guess everythin will be alright. hopefully. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;now lets be all schizophrenic and talk about some of the interestin stuff that have happened. water gun fights, mini soccer matches, a man in red underwear and my first ever dip in the world cup. so lets start with a prim, proper order - the man in red underwear. who else but the bird, the plane, the Clark Kent with his hair so stylishly gel-ed up that even when he comes out of water it amazingly dries off and curls straight back into that symbolic 'S'. well who am i talkin about? a family breaker, a wife snatcher, and lastly, a guy with very, very thick skin - SUPERMAN. well yes, it is him, the leader of all other archaic superheroes and forlorn sidekicks, the man with a digitally-reduced crotch so as not to frighten kids away from the cinema cryin "mommy! theres a monster in his pants!" anyway i found the movie really dark. i mean lois lane smokin? talk about real world. S kinda presents himself as a camera whore to me. but all in all a movie with not too many peaks and constant dullness, with many scenes of incoherence and nonsense. i mean how can they tear his clothes and how can that bald guy stab him when bullets cant even scratch those nicely pvc-manufactured costumes? weird.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;anyway. im bored. wonder whens the next time ill blog. lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11290471-115168131109410069?l=shhybooy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shhybooy.blogspot.com/feeds/115168131109410069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11290471&amp;postID=115168131109410069' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11290471/posts/default/115168131109410069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11290471/posts/default/115168131109410069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shhybooy.blogspot.com/2006/06/of-impulse-and-incoherence.html' title='of impulse and incoherence'/><author><name>shhybooy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12472781792355020112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-11290471.post-112835482134881479</id><published>2005-10-03T08:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-03T08:57:46.513-07:00</updated><title type='text'>.:redlight.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;goodbye my lover..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Did I &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;disappoint you&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;let you down&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Should I be &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;feeling guilty&lt;/span&gt; or let the judges frown?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;'Cause I saw the end before we'd begun,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Yes I saw you were blinded and I knew I had won.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So I took what's mine by eternal right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Took your soul out into the night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It may be over but it won't stop there,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I am here for you &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;if you'd only care&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;touched my heart&lt;/span&gt; you &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;touched my soul&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You changed my life and all my goals.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And love is blind and that I knew when,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;My heart was blinded by you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I've kissed your lips and held your head.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Shared your dreams and shared your bed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I know you well, I know your smell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I've been addicted to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Goodbye my lover&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Goodbye my friend&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You have been the one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You have been the one for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I am a dreamer but when I wake,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You can't break my spirit - it's my dreams you take.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;as you move on&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;remember me&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Remember us&lt;/span&gt; and all we used to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I've seen you cry, I've seen you smile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I've watched you sleeping for a while.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'd be the father of your child.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'd spend a lifetime with you&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I know your fears and you know mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We've had our doubts but now we're fine,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I love you&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I swear that's true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I cannot live without you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Goodbye my lover&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Goodbye my friend&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You have been the one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You have been the one for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And I still hold your hand in mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;In mine when I'm asleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And I will bear my soul in time,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;When I'm kneeling at your feet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Goodbye my lover&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Goodbye my friend&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You have been the one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You have been the one for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm so hollow, baby, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm so hollow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm so, I'm so, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'm so hollow&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;hahas kudos to mr falsetto for a great song ((:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11290471-112835482134881479?l=shhybooy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shhybooy.blogspot.com/feeds/112835482134881479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11290471&amp;postID=112835482134881479' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11290471/posts/default/112835482134881479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11290471/posts/default/112835482134881479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shhybooy.blogspot.com/2005/10/redlight.html' title='.:redlight.'/><author><name>shhybooy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12472781792355020112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-11290471.post-112727847931754777</id><published>2005-09-20T21:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-20T21:54:39.326-07:00</updated><title type='text'>.:promos..ahhh!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hahas. its been like 5 months since my last post! in order not to disappoint ting after creatin the blog for me, ive finally decided to revive the blog! partly cos im real bored too. promos are around the corner and ohmy what have i been doin? apart from like chattin and doin the occasional tutorials, nothin much really. other than the exams, life's been a breeze. oh boy. dont think i have much more to type. minds degeneratin. hahas gonna end here. bye!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;p.s. thanks fer bein there fer me ting!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11290471-112727847931754777?l=shhybooy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shhybooy.blogspot.com/feeds/112727847931754777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11290471&amp;postID=112727847931754777' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11290471/posts/default/112727847931754777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11290471/posts/default/112727847931754777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shhybooy.blogspot.com/2005/09/promosahhh.html' title='.:promos..ahhh!'/><author><name>shhybooy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12472781792355020112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-11290471.post-111443117382050595</id><published>2005-04-25T05:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-25T05:12:53.820-07:00</updated><title type='text'>.:happy birthday to me~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;hahas my birthday just passed like 2 days ago. it wasnt really a badabingbadaboo kinda birthday. no party like last year. just severe pain. cos i was/am sunburnt. and it hurt/still hurts. anyway wanna thank all the people who got me presents! and those who are LATE but are still gonna get me presents. people like chewyy and ting and BERRnice (if you ever read my blog you better get me a present!)  oh man. the list goes on. all my friends are not punctual one bit. hahas anyway i really really reeaaaalllllyyyy wanna thank mavis! cos she did somethin super cool for me. hahas shes SO si4 xin1! i was like ultra touched man. hahas shes the most nicest girl i know! anyway she got me a mirror. hahas too look at my ultra-handsome face and ultra-cool hair. hahas so nice right? hahas im not bein sarcastic or anythin. but if you like see the box and everythin can really see the effort she put in into the present. hahas super big bearhug to mav man! there was PE today. im like so screwed. i think ill have to run like 12141324425 km more if i ever wanna pass my 2.4 man. roar. im tired. signin off here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;random&lt;/span&gt; : remember always to put sunblock before suntannin. and always apply THREE layers of moisturisers to prevent yourself from peelin like some of my really really feminine female counterparts did. kudos to them ((:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11290471-111443117382050595?l=shhybooy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shhybooy.blogspot.com/feeds/111443117382050595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11290471&amp;postID=111443117382050595' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11290471/posts/default/111443117382050595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11290471/posts/default/111443117382050595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shhybooy.blogspot.com/2005/04/happy-birthday-to-me.html' title='.:happy birthday to me~'/><author><name>shhybooy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12472781792355020112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-11290471.post-111296545821438962</id><published>2005-04-08T05:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-08T06:04:18.216-07:00</updated><title type='text'>.:dawg me.</title><content type='html'>brandon will be real busy as of today. he will have to clean dawg poop,  change newspapers,  feed the dawg,  groom the dawg,  bring the dawg for long long walks,  and give her all the tlc he has. in a word. hes gonna be really busy. ok. that was like five words. but heck. uh-oh. i think i hear my dog barkin. hahas will try to blog when time/dawg permits. (: i'm lovin' it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11290471-111296545821438962?l=shhybooy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shhybooy.blogspot.com/feeds/111296545821438962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11290471&amp;postID=111296545821438962' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11290471/posts/default/111296545821438962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11290471/posts/default/111296545821438962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shhybooy.blogspot.com/2005/04/dawg-me.html' title='.:dawg me.'/><author><name>shhybooy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12472781792355020112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-11290471.post-111224481163221489</id><published>2005-03-30T20:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-05-20T22:37:51.930-07:00</updated><title type='text'>.:confused</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;iamconfussseeeeeddddd. and severly troubled as well. roar. i got myself into real deep sh*t and now i have to dig my way out.&lt;/span&gt; i got into three bloooody ccas. argh. airpistol, tabletennis and basketball. all 3 are like areas of focus for the school (which is a good thing) but meaning that its a bad thing for me. cos in economic terms. human wants are abundant. in this case the number of ccas i wanna join. but resources are limited. meanin my time and energy that i can devote to a cca. therefore a choice arises. a choice that is really hard to make. and even when i make that choice. an opportunity cost will be incurred. opportunity cost is the next best alternative foregone. ohman i luuurrvve economics. hahas anyway in more layman terms. what cca should i quit. i like to play basketball. i love the people in tabletennis. and airpistol has the highest chance to get a medal. but. buT. bUT. BUT. BUTT. oops. i hate basketball trainin. it ends like at 9 and is like on everyday until i dont know. eternity? i hate the fact that table tennis will never ever win any award. roar. the cruel and ghastly truth. and i detest the monotonous trainin of standin and aimin for like 4 hours straight without movin yer feet. its really a BORE. caps all the way man. roar. so how? which cca should i quit. or rather which 2. cos i can only take ONE sport. roar choices choices choices. why is it so oh-so-hard. when will i ever see the light!? ohh lord enlighten me. hahas. im mad. anyway tag and suggest please. signin off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;random : i feel like joinin pool too. hahahas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11290471-111224481163221489?l=shhybooy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shhybooy.blogspot.com/feeds/111224481163221489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11290471&amp;postID=111224481163221489' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11290471/posts/default/111224481163221489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11290471/posts/default/111224481163221489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shhybooy.blogspot.com/2005/03/confused.html' title='.:confused'/><author><name>shhybooy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12472781792355020112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-11290471.post-111171680223092722</id><published>2005-03-24T18:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-30T21:10:05.166-08:00</updated><title type='text'>.:since youve been gone</title><content type='html'>its the 25th of march today. my hamster died. sob. it was the best female hamster i ever had. actually. it was the only female hamster i ever had. well. thats that. hahas anyway its really weird that it chose to die on today. after all. today IS good friday. you know - the day ChristJesus died? yep. so im thinkin it should be a reaaally holy hamster. a mere mortal like me could never have been able to understand such a great, sacred, blessed entity as such. probably cos i dont speak hamster language. well. anyway i had this great idea ya know. but it probably cant be done now that my mom threw it away. you see. since i think its real holy and it died on good friday. there IS a possibility that it will rise again on easter sunday right? i mean you know the ChristJesus risin on easter sunday after death on good friday right? anyway my mom said it was goin to decompose and be real smelly so she chucked it away. i mean how is it goin to rise again if its in a dustbin!? but nevermind. mom really has to try to be more holy and be intuned with her inner self and GOD. ahh. the conflicts that arise between a religious son and his doubtful mother. oh well its dead and gone anyway. just givin me more reason to get a dog. ill sign off here then. oh yea im goin to the petfarm to get a dog now. hahas if im lucky ill blog about havin a dog later tonight! byeee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11290471-111171680223092722?l=shhybooy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shhybooy.blogspot.com/feeds/111171680223092722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11290471&amp;postID=111171680223092722' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11290471/posts/default/111171680223092722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11290471/posts/default/111171680223092722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shhybooy.blogspot.com/2005/03/since-youve-been-gone.html' title='.:since youve been gone'/><author><name>shhybooy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12472781792355020112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-11290471.post-111158892586542170</id><published>2005-03-23T06:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-30T21:11:24.756-08:00</updated><title type='text'>.:orientation day 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;hahas its been a long time since i last blogged. ting has been buggin me to blog. sayin that i would have wasted her effort if i didnt. so guess thats why im bloggin. but anyway. its been a rather busy two weeks for me. i went on a pet frenzyy! just bought two really cute dwarf hamsters and their homes and stuff last week from that pet safari at simei. its really not a safari. but who cares. i got my hamsters anyway. oh right. and im goin to get a dog this weekend! i havent really decided what breed im gettin. but i DO know that its gonna be a bitch. cos i really cant bare lookin at my dog if it runs with its balls danglin about. really. i cant. it reminds me of some christmas carol. i dont know. jinglebells?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh right. ive decided to come to a compromise with my parents. remember the cold war thingy? yep. my saltwater tank in exchange for a dog and a freshwater tank. wahahahas. argh speakin of the dog. what dog should i get? hmm. i really want a westie. cos their real white and cute. but what i want more is a kinda companion dog. like a golden retriever. but my mom wont allow. sobs. she says it scares the creep outta her. anyway im gonna get a real active dog. the kind that can play fetch with me, catch frisbees, scurry around me in circles, you know that kinda stuff. cantwaitcantwaitcantwait!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back to the title of the post! hahas orientation day 1. as most of my friends would know. im still stuck in innova. hahahas. i like it here. but i totally do not like the orientation. hahas my groups cool. i mean a few of them are cool. but the rest. lackin in grey matter la. hahas anyway i like my ogls. they are real cool people. especially the girl. ryan kept yakkin about how pretty she was. but to each his own ya? anyway i think shes real cool. i mean ive seen like some days she comes to school with nothin but her guitar. and spend the whole time in the canteen jammin. oh man. hahas. the male ogls real cool too! hes in basketball! hahas yay future teammate. hahas IF i can get into bball. sobs. competitions real tough! ive got to be strooonnngg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahas really expectin kinda a borin day tomorrow. but. ill persevere! and NOT pon school. try NOT to run out of the school before school ends. this is my pre-orientationdaytwo resolutions. signin off here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11290471-111158892586542170?l=shhybooy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shhybooy.blogspot.com/feeds/111158892586542170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11290471&amp;postID=111158892586542170' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11290471/posts/default/111158892586542170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11290471/posts/default/111158892586542170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shhybooy.blogspot.com/2005/03/orientation-day-1.html' title='.:orientation day 1'/><author><name>shhybooy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12472781792355020112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-11290471.post-111063706061591183</id><published>2005-03-12T05:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-30T21:11:38.576-08:00</updated><title type='text'>.:oh-so-pissed</title><content type='html'>roar. im so so oh-so-pissed. my moms decided to scrap, throw, do away with my fishtank. im heartbroken. oh will anyone come pick up the pieces and mend my heart back again for me? but seriously. im pissed. i spent hours and hours of my not-really-precious-but-still-considered-important time to research in both the library and internet on saltwater tank maintainence and after all that hardwork she decides to scrap it cos its too dirty. at this point in time. i would really love to hurl my mom a few vulgarities. make that a dozen. ok. make that a lot. but of course she being my mom, i have to respect and agree with her on whatever she decides upon. bullsh*t. grr. i repeat. im oh-so-pissed. and therefore ive decided to give her a piece of my mind. a very large portion at that. you see. my parents are going to be away from tomorrow till tuesday. trip overseas. and this presents the perfect opportuinity for me to piss her off. ive decided to buy another tank. an even bigger one. just to see that face of hers blow up. grr. roar. im mad. as in angry. i dont think thats enough though. for friends or other weird individuals who would like to contribute brilliant ideas on how to blow their moms up. please tagg me. i need your ideas. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lets not dwell on that topic anymore. hahas the fact that my parents are goin to be away for a while also means that i get other benefits. mainly freedom! yes! spendin late nights out, watchin the tube for the whole day (which i dont think i will do cos it IS boring.), spendin all the money i want with the plentiful allowance that my parents are goin to shower me with, oh yea. and do all the ballin i want! hooray! thank god their goin off. how else would i get to enjoy myself. grr. argh talkin about them makes me think back to the fishtank again. argh. my precious fish!, anemonies! and shrimp!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;roar. after deliberatin for not-so-long a time. ive decided to go on a cold war with them. but of course that will be after i get my allowance. i hope the war lasts long enough till the next time i get my allowance. grr. ill make them PAY. bwahaha. both literally and figuratively. signin off here. wish me luck! i will survive.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11290471-111063706061591183?l=shhybooy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shhybooy.blogspot.com/feeds/111063706061591183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11290471&amp;postID=111063706061591183' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11290471/posts/default/111063706061591183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11290471/posts/default/111063706061591183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shhybooy.blogspot.com/2005/03/oh-so-pissed.html' title='.:oh-so-pissed'/><author><name>shhybooy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12472781792355020112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-11290471.post-111055304103298344</id><published>2005-03-11T06:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-30T21:12:02.766-08:00</updated><title type='text'>.:shagged</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;im so tired. im so tired. im so tired. uber tired. grr. just realised that my whole week is packed with physical activities that tend to rob me of my vitality and youthfulness! its great to be young and healthy. but its not so great when youre young, healthy and me. argh. weve got pe on mondays and wednesdays, tabletennis practice on tuesdays and thursdays, and shooting on fridays. pe's the real killer though. have to run like 5km non-stop. 5km! ive never even seen 5km in my entire life and we have to run 5km! argh. and theres still the pushups situps yadda yadda after that. roar. i hate pe. but i think mr wongs nice though. hes already the slackest teacher around. so i guess hes the best. anyway. as i was saying, school days are long and tiring. which brings me to a really important question. how many subjects should i take. argh. economic grades keep fluctuating. its not safe at all to depend on econs. but ill need econs if i wanna study business in future. so the way to go is to add an extra dependent subject. but with four subjects and two ccas.. will brandon be able to cope? will brandon be able to survive?! hope so. cos im trying for it anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on to more delightful events. hahas went to kbox today just before pistol training ( school ended at 12.30 and pistol training only starts at 6.30). yueyin was getting all mushy and sentimental while peiying was demanding for more ice lemon tea topups. me? i was hyper. H-Y-P-E-R. kept bouncing around like. erm. like a pingpong ball. guess its not really a very good expression. but anyhows. i was screaming and yelling throughout the whole thing. i mean if youre paying for something then make full use of it right? hahas. oh right. i also found out that mayday (wuyuetian) songs are really nice. actually its cos i dont have that much range and their songs are easier to reach. roar. iamsoooopathetic. sobs. hahas oh ya for people who are going to kbox really soon. please go choose the song "ahmusizhuang" by mayday ya? its a really nice song. a song that is best heard when you scream at the top of your lungs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(: as i said. its been a long week. guess ill stop here. will try to blog often (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;random : i really wanna try climbing through that hole in the backgate sometime. beats climbing over the gate. and of course escaping from bangla workers while trying to sneak through the construction site. or running past the guard when he goes for his toilet break. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11290471-111055304103298344?l=shhybooy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shhybooy.blogspot.com/feeds/111055304103298344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11290471&amp;postID=111055304103298344' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11290471/posts/default/111055304103298344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11290471/posts/default/111055304103298344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shhybooy.blogspot.com/2005/03/shagged.html' title='.:shagged'/><author><name>shhybooy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12472781792355020112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-11290471.post-111043783612546581</id><published>2005-03-09T22:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-30T21:12:38.516-08:00</updated><title type='text'>.:1st post!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;finally! i get to write my first post! hooray! hahas the taggboards up and the designs real cool! hahas kudos to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://drinkmoremilk.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;ting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; ya? hahas a million thanks! hmm. schools been a real bore of late. people keep withdrawing. argh. numbers are diminishing real fast. erm. oh yea. for people who dont know which school im from --&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://schools.moe.edu.sg/ijc/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;innova jc!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; hahas its not really that good a school but its a fresh change from all that pressure in aRVee. argh. didnt really score that well anyway. hahas. chinese class is ending soon so think i better end here. so much for the first post. hahas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11290471-111043783612546581?l=shhybooy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shhybooy.blogspot.com/feeds/111043783612546581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11290471&amp;postID=111043783612546581' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11290471/posts/default/111043783612546581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11290471/posts/default/111043783612546581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shhybooy.blogspot.com/2005/03/1st-post.html' title='.:1st post!!'/><author><name>shhybooy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12472781792355020112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-11290471.post-111020861887097121</id><published>2005-03-07T07:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-10T06:57:24.926-08:00</updated><title type='text'>just testing!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;tingles rocks. testing one two three. tingles really rocks. brandon is lousy. he doesnt even know html. like...what the?!?!! but whatever. since tingles rocks, the world goes round. so whatever. *flings arm bimbotically*&lt;br /&gt;-ting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11290471-111020861887097121?l=shhybooy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shhybooy.blogspot.com/feeds/111020861887097121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11290471&amp;postID=111020861887097121' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11290471/posts/default/111020861887097121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11290471/posts/default/111020861887097121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shhybooy.blogspot.com/2005/03/just-testing.html' title='just testing!'/><author><name>shhybooy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12472781792355020112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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></feed>
