<?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-5052266222821849774</id><updated>2011-11-10T20:50:18.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Just Me.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://w0ah-w0ah.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5052266222821849774/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w0ah-w0ah.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>KehJun.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>11</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5052266222821849774.post-435116997076770131</id><published>2011-11-10T20:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-10T20:50:18.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Liars Liars</title><content type='html'>Just came here to say, Gan Zhiyuan is a really nice guy.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He can be irritating at times, and some of his behaviours kinda annoys me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but he is really a trustworthy friend. Seriously.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pity him sometimes having to go through some shitholes because of me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Geez sorry GannyBunny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Very lucky to have him as a friend. &lt;i&gt;(Shuddap Alicia)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As for the rest of you out there, I seriously don't want to know why you guys ostracize me &lt;i&gt;(I think I've got an idea or two)&lt;/i&gt; but I'm not going to be bothered by it. If I treat you nicely, means that I'm okay with you. If I don't, then jolly well stay out of my way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm okay with liars, seriously. 6 times out of 7 I would forgive those lies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Only time that I don't forgive is either when I'm just joking around or that lie was some serious shit that made me really mad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;People might be thinking,&lt;i&gt; geez kehjun such a retard&lt;/i&gt;, or &lt;i&gt;OMG kehjun likeadumbass&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I give a finger to those people. Nope not the middle one, the index.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will point at them and say&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;'Your reason of calling me a retard is because I forgive liars.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;   And my reason to forgive liars is because they must have a reason to lie'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nobody lies for no particular reason. It might be because you don't like that person's presence, or don't want that person's company or just for fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes&lt;i&gt; 'just for fun'&lt;/i&gt; is a reason. &lt;b&gt;FUN&lt;/b&gt; is the reason.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So &lt;i&gt;shuddap&lt;/i&gt;. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not trying to be noble or some bullshit right now. I'm not trying to make you guys guilty for deceiving me cos' I really think that, if you were to lie, you better be guilty. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you were to lie without guilt, shame on you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't try to act tough or something, deep down inside of you you feel guilt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't bother trying to boast,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;i&gt; 'Oh just bluff him lah! Just only!'&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Two words for you, &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Well Done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So basically I did this post because something big happened in my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well it is actually quite minor for some, but its through this event, that I know I should just stop redeeming myself. &lt;i&gt;(insert Zachary's ridiculous Survivor theme)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay done ranting. I bet someone's going to read this post and bitch about it behind my back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Guess what, I don't care.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5052266222821849774-435116997076770131?l=w0ah-w0ah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://w0ah-w0ah.blogspot.com/feeds/435116997076770131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5052266222821849774&amp;postID=435116997076770131' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5052266222821849774/posts/default/435116997076770131'/><link rel='self' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5052266222821849774.post-2366040698739277496</id><published>2011-08-12T23:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-12T23:14:17.348+08:00</updated><title type='text'>By the numbers</title><content type='html'>Today is a bad day. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5052266222821849774-2366040698739277496?l=w0ah-w0ah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://w0ah-w0ah.blogspot.com/feeds/2366040698739277496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5052266222821849774&amp;postID=2366040698739277496' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5052266222821849774/posts/default/2366040698739277496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5052266222821849774/posts/default/2366040698739277496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w0ah-w0ah.blogspot.com/2011/08/by-numbers.html' title='By the numbers'/><author><name>KehJun.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5052266222821849774.post-3591368120066980876</id><published>2011-08-01T21:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-01T22:18:53.697+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you make me feel so</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Y'know what, I don't feel like blogging today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5052266222821849774-3591368120066980876?l=w0ah-w0ah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://w0ah-w0ah.blogspot.com/feeds/3591368120066980876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5052266222821849774&amp;postID=3591368120066980876' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5052266222821849774/posts/default/3591368120066980876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5052266222821849774/posts/default/3591368120066980876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w0ah-w0ah.blogspot.com/2011/08/you-make-me-feel-so.html' title='you make me feel so'/><author><name>KehJun.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5052266222821849774.post-8607338731852427861</id><published>2011-07-30T23:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-31T00:16:59.547+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Its hard to forget how to play</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Its been like what, 10 months since I last blogged.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I kinda hate this, cos' I can't seem to make myself blog everyday, a problem that had never been solved.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;But who cares, I'm back and back for good. I guess?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Os are coming but I don't really feel prepared.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I gotta finish up all the Math Papers that Mrs Long gave. If not my two A1s confirm gone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;And I don't want people to look down on me. I'm serious I don't like people to look down on me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;If you look down on me and I know it, you better watch out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I'm gonna prove you wrong so bad you'll begging for forgiveness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Okay maybe not the begging part.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;But I really regret what I've done to my studies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I used to top Addmath in my class, and now I'm in ASP.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;When i got the news that I'm in ASP for Addmath, I just sank.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Seriously, I don't show it. But I'm damn uncomfortable with it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I should be destroying every single test, but I ain't doing it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;People should be asking me for solutions to tough questions, not the other way round.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;When I see peeps around me asking other people for help, a thought would just come into my mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Why are they not asking me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Its not their fault. Its mine for not working hard enough and being complacent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;People say you get friends when you get into a new environment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Friends that stick by your side, help you out in time of need, share a ear when you feel troubled.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I can't find that friend. Nope, not in the past nor in the present.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Maybe I just can't fit into any of the cliques in the school. I can't find that group of people that I really belong in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Maybe I'm better off alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Maybe I'm too irritating or self centered to have friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Or maybe, my friends spent too much time bitching about other friends, making me paranoid that I may be one of their targets to bitch about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I think i'm having a phobia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Phobia of being paranoid too often. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Every small detail someone do, I would interpret it as it is something that gotta do with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I shall continue writing about these next time. I'm too occupied with things I shouldn't be occupied with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Byeeee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5052266222821849774-8607338731852427861?l=w0ah-w0ah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://w0ah-w0ah.blogspot.com/feeds/8607338731852427861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5052266222821849774&amp;postID=8607338731852427861' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5052266222821849774/posts/default/8607338731852427861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5052266222821849774/posts/default/8607338731852427861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w0ah-w0ah.blogspot.com/2011/07/its-hard-to-forget-how-to-play.html' title='Its hard to forget how to play'/><author><name>KehJun.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5052266222821849774.post-4868173172791907912</id><published>2010-10-20T19:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-20T19:34:16.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'>broken lips</title><content type='html'>Today is 20102010! Hahaha its a cool date man and its a birthday for two friends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Happy 16th Birthday Zhongqin! Hahaha my future tuition teacher man! Goodluck for your O levels yo.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO KATHY! HAH! You're 15! You're a great friend even though you are not great in size! Hahaha rock on! *plays Dear Maria Count Me In by ATL*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm today was an okay day. It is the day everyone refuse to look forward to cos we're getting back most of our results.&lt;br /&gt;I ain't really happy bout my results but I can't really argue about it since I didn't really study this time round, so yeah some subjects definitely needs to work harder, like English and Physics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting back Chemistry and Geog tmr, worried..&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully I can still pass Chemistry and as for Geog, get a good grade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man I can't comfort people for shit man. Yinghui was crying me a river when she got her amaths paper and I could do nothing but say "chill yo, you tried your best".&lt;br /&gt;I really felt like shit when I see my friends get bad marks for their exams, I would feel helpless.&lt;br /&gt;Man if I know that person really work hard for the exams and still failed, I would cry for him/her.&lt;br /&gt;You might be wondering why. It is just that I know that I didn't work as hard and yet I passed, and still my dear friend that put in his/her 110% for the paper and still didn't do as well as me. Man that feeling SUCKS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yinghui was unfortunate this time man, her CA was so good. So don't fret Yinghui! You're the best and you know it! Just laugh at yourself or something, it might make you feel better?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a friendly match at ICS after school. Hahah since there was no coach, Mr Chua and Yukang took over. Yukang was a joke down there! Me and fangtian had such a good time laughing at him. They weren't as strong as we expected, but they still let us a bit la! We still lost cos' of the common syndrome that we have when opponents switched defence. Ah damn 41-52. I missed so many shots man.. but still managed to dish out 2 dimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were all angmohs and koreans. Lol I bet some girls from our class&lt;strong&gt; MIGHT&lt;/strong&gt; go crazy when they see them. Oh and the referee was so &lt;strong&gt;CHIOOOOOOOOO&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Omfg damn chioxzs&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Hahahaha really she has very nice wavy hair and great facial features. Just chio shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My lips got elbowed by this guy called Kane when he was attempting a layup. Now there's a deep cut and it hurts like hell. Ah shit Fangtian still told me that it would hurt more the next day..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for haircut with zhengyong and willis after that, my hair is short now. Neat and short. Love it, its like me when I was p4 or something. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided not to rant today.. since I am in quite a good mood. And I am pretty shagged out. So yeah I might leave it for tomorrow or Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;There is CPFConnects Audition tomorrow *shivers* &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wish us luck!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5052266222821849774-4868173172791907912?l=w0ah-w0ah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://w0ah-w0ah.blogspot.com/feeds/4868173172791907912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5052266222821849774&amp;postID=4868173172791907912' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5052266222821849774/posts/default/4868173172791907912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5052266222821849774/posts/default/4868173172791907912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w0ah-w0ah.blogspot.com/2010/10/broken-lips.html' title='broken lips'/><author><name>KehJun.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5052266222821849774.post-7512897552213905325</id><published>2010-10-19T22:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-19T23:12:08.404+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rant my ass</title><content type='html'>Man exams are over. I got a B3 for my chinese, ain't bad but ain't good either.&lt;br /&gt;I'm back to blogging now cos I guess no one would bother visiting this anymore since its on a hiatus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had to go back to school to discuss about CPFConnects Presentation today. It went slow but soon when ideas flowed it was good and we went jerald's to videotake.&lt;br /&gt;Jerald's house is way too neat. TOOOO neat. It can't be described man.&lt;br /&gt;Even his fridge looks better than my sister's room!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man i was thinking about shit when i was walking home just now.&lt;br /&gt;I got a feeling that Im pissing people off man. Like peeps in my class.&lt;br /&gt;It ain't the same as before, I am constantly getting ignored. Well not that I am an attention seeker or anything but.. just that people don't treat me like how they used to anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps Im not worthy to talk to or anything but hey.. at least give me a friendly reply man. Not just some shitty reply with a 'you are so irritating' or 'don't talk to me' face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It only make me think about one thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the fuck did i do. Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just to stop letting me feel that shit over there, I stay away from the shit. I don't talk to them man, but it just feels absolutely awkward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can be just 50cm away from you and I would have to treat you like an stranger but you're not.&lt;br /&gt;And it was just to make sure I don't get that reply from you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn man.. I wanted this to stop, hopefully after the exams but I just don't see it happening.&lt;br /&gt;If it does happen, then well its good! If it doesn't then, oh well.. who can I blame but myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know whether those people I am referring to will get what Im talking about, but just don't get offended, yo. I was just ranting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's school tomorrow, something to look forward to. I don't care if my results are shit worthy. I didn't give in my best effort, in fact i didn't even put in effort for this exams.&lt;br /&gt;Most probably cos' I was distracted by this shit I was facing man. I don't care about this shit anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;btw.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Happy birthday Peace! Doubt you'll be able to see this but nevertheless.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're the REAL MAN! Hahah! Great friend that never fails to show how kiasu a singaporean can be.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Happy Birthday Dad. I forgot how old you're already. And i am definitely sure you won't see this but i love you dad. (:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I have something else to rant to but lets leave it for next time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5052266222821849774-7512897552213905325?l=w0ah-w0ah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://w0ah-w0ah.blogspot.com/feeds/7512897552213905325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5052266222821849774&amp;postID=7512897552213905325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5052266222821849774/posts/default/7512897552213905325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5052266222821849774/posts/default/7512897552213905325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w0ah-w0ah.blogspot.com/2010/10/rant-my-ass.html' title='Rant my ass'/><author><name>KehJun.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5052266222821849774.post-3708086684783928263</id><published>2010-08-16T19:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-16T20:11:36.644+08:00</updated><title type='text'>imma burn you down</title><content type='html'>Today was a BORING day. Man life in school can't be so boring everyday, i'll die sooner or later.&lt;br /&gt;At least Leanne's new braces made my day, she looks like a lion now :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Physics was good. I passed my first physics test and im overjoyed. 16/25! I could have gotten better though, some of the answers i already have but i add here add there then WRONG. Dang. Hahaha looking at Jerald's mistakes can make you laugh too, he don't know whats the use of the calculator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need Physics Rehmedial though. Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Boon : At first when you told me you could do the test, i thought you were kidding. BUT YOU DID IT. HAH.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha thanks Boon, we passed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and Zhiyuan had this takoman photo for Yinghui for her birthday. Hahaha looking at photo you can't help but think how the hell Zhiyuan actually did the face in front of the camera. ITS &lt;em&gt;DAMN GAY&lt;/em&gt;, holy crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway Yinghui loves and hates it now, not a problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CE was kinda boring. I seriously prefer Mrs Sam. She just skips all the group work cos she don't like it. HAHAHA love that attitude. But Jessica Lee is good too, but the groupwork thing, not so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Humanities was boring. Serious how 3B1 can go on disturbing Miss Ee's lesson. Come on la people. Listen to her lesson and you'll get good grades, for sure. I got 14.5/20 and i think i could have done better. Didn't really study much actually, especially river course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh i got a super careless mistake. Transpiration became Respiration. And there goes my 0.5 mark and A1, DAMN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes i get really fed up by some of the people in Humanities Class. Teacher scold you, you scold vulgarities back? I can see that Miss Ee is holding back la, she can go report you to dm anytime and you can easily get a few strokes on your buttock. Have some respect man, you're an overage student and you behave like some kid from primary school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That person knows who he is. Want to come find me cos' of this then you're from kindergarten and you have just proved me correct (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recess was food. FOOOD. I ate like some castaway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MT was boring. I can't stand much of the scolding part, cos we're at wrong for not putting enough effort. I must work hard now, this kind of writing standards can't gurantee me a A2 for Os this year. Summary was pretty confusing. Don't really understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English was just test. Hahaha Mrs Ng saw the video posted on facebook! The video of Zhiyuan dancing in front of a rolling camera during the chinese skit. Hahaha it's damn funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for lunch with Zachary and Natalie at subway. Lunch with them is great. I ate quickly and bought Iced Milk Tea from Mos Burger and rushed back to school for PoA extra lesson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Delivered the Milk Tea for Jeanie. PoA was great. I understood every part of it. Well almost every. Ziyi got owned by me so many times during PoA! HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;I'm so going to participate in Financial Literacy. And Jerald has no idea what is it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jerald : HUH? You do literature about finance?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went for training. Wilson came back and he actually talked some senses into me. Im going to shoot like crazy from now onwards. I can move great without the ball and get into open space. So i should have the confidence to shoot. Giving myself the chance the shoot also gives my teammates to get the rebound for second chance points. And if i get into form for shooting, so would my teammate, morale would be boosted, so would the chances of winning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Man thanks Wilson, appreciated it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joked with Marcus for awhile, before taking his umbrella. It was raining Willis! Hahaha. I forgot who told me that but it is damn funny. Went home with Leanne and i had to hold the umbrella out for her. -.- she wanted to hold cos she insisted she's taller. Hahah &lt;em&gt;Bracesgirl&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took mrt with Kailin and Leanne back home and am now blogging! Hahaha gotta start doing work later on, my JianBao not done yet. Then i can start looking for my stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;There's Ngee Ann Polytechnic Maths Carnival tomorrow! Can't wait.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5052266222821849774-3708086684783928263?l=w0ah-w0ah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://w0ah-w0ah.blogspot.com/feeds/3708086684783928263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5052266222821849774&amp;postID=3708086684783928263' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5052266222821849774/posts/default/3708086684783928263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5052266222821849774/posts/default/3708086684783928263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w0ah-w0ah.blogspot.com/2010/08/imma-burn-you-down.html' title='imma burn you down'/><author><name>KehJun.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5052266222821849774.post-6411893301874625235</id><published>2010-08-15T21:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-15T21:57:18.581+08:00</updated><title type='text'>imma eat you up</title><content type='html'>Im so hungry right now, watched detective conan like crazy just now (: man weekends past so fast i can barely do my things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway just saw the weightlifting for YOG. Female 48kg category. Saw this chinese weightlifter, DAMN SHORT. She sit on the plastic chair that we see in coffeeshops and her legs couldn't reach the ground. And she looks more like a guy to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is China so desperate to dominate the world in all kind of sports? C'mon man, they need their childhood, don't spam them with trainings and all just for the country's sake. Seriously, you just made a girl look like a guy. Damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway i wasn't trying to offend China or something, so don't flame me like some crazy mofo. I shall go eat now, i can eat a cow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;there's school tomorrow.. damn.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5052266222821849774-6411893301874625235?l=w0ah-w0ah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://w0ah-w0ah.blogspot.com/feeds/6411893301874625235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5052266222821849774&amp;postID=6411893301874625235' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5052266222821849774/posts/default/6411893301874625235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5052266222821849774/posts/default/6411893301874625235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w0ah-w0ah.blogspot.com/2010/08/imma-eat-you-up.html' title='imma eat you up'/><author><name>KehJun.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5052266222821849774.post-7755503062803627611</id><published>2010-08-14T20:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-14T20:21:45.529+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Imma buy you a drink</title><content type='html'>Man today was an up and down day. Morning's match against CCHMS, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;lost 40 to 42&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. I played so badly! Reason must be because i too long never play matches, losing my control. Got scolded by Coach pretty badly, kinda a dejavu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I dreamt last night that i got scolded by coach pretty badly cos I didn't do what im supposed to do.. damn.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After match went to mac with Aaron, Yukang, Jerald and Zhengyong.&lt;br /&gt;Watched Jerald and Zhengyong play duelmasters, never jio me again -.- While yukang play tekken on my PSP, he play until don't want to eat, &lt;strong&gt;ZAAAAAAAAAI&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cherwin came and started talking to Aaron and Yukang. They had a very sneaky conversation. Cherwin made sure that me, zhengyong and jerald wasn't eavesdropping, hahaha DAMN joke with Jerald and Zhengyong. Play duelmasters for 3 hours also don't want to go off. Dumb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Anchorpoint with Jerald to get his card protector, then off to Queensway with him to see shoes. Got quite a few of cheap shoes up for grab. We went salams' to see whether got cheaper shoes, but salam failed us. So did his sons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ate Chicken Cutlet Rice and Jerald ate Laksa. Parted way and i went back purmei to bball with Singwai and his peeps. I did moves that i didn't know i can fake with. Man i shouldn't try all this often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Came back home and am here now blogging. Today is a tired day. Im so full with softdrinks.&lt;br /&gt;damnnnn, i need to stop &lt;em&gt;coke-ing&lt;/em&gt;, its toooo much. I need a massage, tired crap. I think i should go rest now, my legs are wobbly like Paul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;another sleepless night, but i don't want to sleep anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5052266222821849774-7755503062803627611?l=w0ah-w0ah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://w0ah-w0ah.blogspot.com/feeds/7755503062803627611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5052266222821849774&amp;postID=7755503062803627611' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5052266222821849774/posts/default/7755503062803627611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5052266222821849774/posts/default/7755503062803627611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w0ah-w0ah.blogspot.com/2010/08/imma-buy-you-drink.html' title='Imma buy you a drink'/><author><name>KehJun.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5052266222821849774.post-7877034737349964382</id><published>2010-08-13T23:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-13T23:22:11.998+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm back, for good.</title><content type='html'>Hey guys. I'm back to blogging yo. Sec three life is goooooood and i got some best teammates, in class and in bball. I can't possibly summarise my whole 8 months down to one post, so don't expect to do shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets just start with today. Woke up late, had to rush to tiong only to miss the train. So i had to take a later train and reached clementi at 7.18! Super Jialat. RAN to school like a bullet only to see natalie, sokyee, leanne, kailin, jeanie and oscar to be strolling to school. Bullshit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was sweating like a pig during flag raising, okay maybe it rained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lessons was BORING. The reason maybe i played soccer with the gang yesterday during PE and after school. Man it rocks. But the aftermath, not that rocks anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Creative Maths is boring. Seriously how is it going to help me in my maths?! But the only fun thing is the die. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me : Yinghui! If i roll the die and the middle number is 4, you treat me to lunch :D.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;YH : YA YA YA. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is freeze day and i didn't eat the frozen strawberry, damnxz.&lt;br /&gt;Physics was dumb cos no one did the powerpoint assignment. But its not like we do our work &lt;strong&gt;orphan&lt;/strong&gt; right! The weather is like 30 degrees &lt;strong&gt;Shellsious&lt;/strong&gt;! The comp all burnt liao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MT was pretty good, summary is quite fun actually. But still tired over the soccer, damn shouldn't have ran like crazy yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waited for Jeanie to finish her meeting with WSY, then went to Mos to eat.&lt;br /&gt;Huangjinglun was behind us! :D. hahaha he is damn tall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As always, singaporeans, especially girls, will go &lt;em&gt;crazy&lt;/em&gt; when they see stars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Counter Girl : OMG IS THAT HUANGJINGLUN! AHHHH..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, he is human and theres nothing to be afraid of. But its not just that particular counter girl, IT WAS THE &lt;strong&gt;WHOLE FASTFOOD RESTAURANT&lt;/strong&gt;. Luckily Jeanie proved to me that she wasn't a crazy fanatic person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;J : IS THAT THE... &lt;em&gt;eh wait&lt;/em&gt; what's his name?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha joke shorty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like blogging. I should do this often. I would revamp this place soon i guess. (: by today? Yeah. But it'll take long for people to come back and visit this web, honestly. Facebook ftw. HAHAHAHA. okay time for me to bath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*edit; this will be my first post, all other posts are deleted. Its time to start afresh, i like fresh stuff. 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