<?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-6692618356267915429</id><updated>2011-11-27T16:57:42.700-08:00</updated><category term='good news'/><category term='Fail'/><category term='blogskins'/><category term='plans'/><category term='Happy'/><category term='time waster'/><category term='movies'/><category term='Tragedy'/><category term='Rp'/><category term='Math'/><category term='wasting time'/><category term='posted in singlish'/><category term='Aria'/><category term='Must Watch'/><category term='NOT happy'/><category term='BEYONCE'/><category term='piles of homework'/><category term='long post'/><category term='Chalet'/><category term='guilty'/><category term='birthdays'/><category term='oscars'/><category term='hehe'/><category term='Funerals'/><category term='WTF'/><category term='Bored'/><category term='Crazy opera woman'/><category term='Bb6'/><category term='end of eoys'/><category term='dota'/><category term='friends'/><title type='text'>Its Like That</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trystoppingme.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6692618356267915429/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trystoppingme.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>~Free&amp;lt;&amp;gt;Identity~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13010937794675847292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rVm9BFs4o9w/RvjoaUhSJTI/AAAAAAAAAAM/qrfpsryeuLc/s320/247043855_0109d17708.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>97</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6692618356267915429.post-6095027777160925058</id><published>2011-01-05T04:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-05T04:17:58.990-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>101th post and im a changed person, no really!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I jsut have a quote (and some thoughts):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We don't know anywhere near enough about evolution to infer from it that God is not the creator. And more importantly, we don't know anywhere near enough about God to dismiss the idea that evolution might be a part of God's creative process. If we can embrace a bit of humility and avoid the temptation to enlarge either evolution or biblical literalism into an enitre worlview, we can then dismiss this controversy as the irrelevant shouting match that it is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Saving Darwin : How to be a Christian and Believe in Evolution&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LIKE IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also i just feel positive energy for JC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;POSITIVE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6692618356267915429-6095027777160925058?l=trystoppingme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trystoppingme.blogspot.com/feeds/6095027777160925058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6692618356267915429&amp;postID=6095027777160925058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6692618356267915429/posts/default/6095027777160925058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6692618356267915429/posts/default/6095027777160925058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trystoppingme.blogspot.com/2011/01/101th-post-and-im-changed-person-no.html' title=''/><author><name>~Free&amp;lt;&amp;gt;Identity~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13010937794675847292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rVm9BFs4o9w/RvjoaUhSJTI/AAAAAAAAAAM/qrfpsryeuLc/s320/247043855_0109d17708.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6692618356267915429.post-3708599829828545624</id><published>2010-12-08T08:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-08T08:19:07.072-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Once again i am using this blog just as a checklist for my next week. BEESAY AS HEELLL..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay theres no time limit whatsoever BUT the deadlines are so far(sounding) away. grr i cannot procrastinate its never been part of me! Stupid holidays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YDSP report(15th december send to dr.yang)&lt;br /&gt;ATS entry form and all the other approval forms(send to dr yang by dec15th)&lt;br /&gt;record work hours on calender.&lt;br /&gt;sketch making with bum on friday in da morning. (prepare food for bum/ask him abt friday)&lt;br /&gt;MAKE ELIAS REPLYZ WHY IS HE NOT REPLY TO MY DAMN SMSES. STOOPZ.&lt;br /&gt;(i veh miss youz leh)&lt;br /&gt;ask beck and richmond about 2nd jan stayover at my house so they dont need to take extra taxi fees by like soon. also tell everyone about sit waifeng and the emergency number&lt;br /&gt;buy new bag/uniform&lt;br /&gt;finish reading our very nanowrimo novel :D&lt;br /&gt;record some raps&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;job tmrw so GDNIGHTS PEOPLE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND MOST IMPTANTLY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;100th posts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cue celebration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after 3 years haha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6692618356267915429-3708599829828545624?l=trystoppingme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trystoppingme.blogspot.com/feeds/3708599829828545624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6692618356267915429&amp;postID=3708599829828545624' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6692618356267915429/posts/default/3708599829828545624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6692618356267915429/posts/default/3708599829828545624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trystoppingme.blogspot.com/2010/12/once-again-i-am-using-this-blog-just-as.html' title=''/><author><name>~Free&amp;lt;&amp;gt;Identity~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13010937794675847292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rVm9BFs4o9w/RvjoaUhSJTI/AAAAAAAAAAM/qrfpsryeuLc/s320/247043855_0109d17708.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6692618356267915429.post-5031232299365712624</id><published>2010-11-23T09:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-23T09:00:12.877-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Whirlwind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God I have so many things to do my checlist is filled ot the damn brim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so sorry i haven't really been contributing to nanowrimo. D: I feel really bad but I have this dman attachment and my job interview/preparation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anway YDSP has been interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fele its more a China Immersion Programme than anything; not that I;m complaning the science ahs been easy , I'm just reading my own shit most of the time and the people are amazingly nice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D they deserve a gift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND LONDON.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH LONDON.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No I think I've tlaked about that enough. the fb photos speak for themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erm erm. JOB! But thats in limbo so yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;And haha I met my cousin today at her first job and we had starbucks and I bought her a gift. But she was slacking and her colleagues saw her. D: sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I think I have time in between experiments tomorrow? Ive been reading the whole novel but I'm pretty confused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhelp?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6692618356267915429-5031232299365712624?l=trystoppingme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trystoppingme.blogspot.com/feeds/5031232299365712624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6692618356267915429&amp;postID=5031232299365712624' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6692618356267915429/posts/default/5031232299365712624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6692618356267915429/posts/default/5031232299365712624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trystoppingme.blogspot.com/2010/11/whirlwind.html' title=''/><author><name>~Free&amp;lt;&amp;gt;Identity~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13010937794675847292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rVm9BFs4o9w/RvjoaUhSJTI/AAAAAAAAAAM/qrfpsryeuLc/s320/247043855_0109d17708.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6692618356267915429.post-6003316074260641159</id><published>2010-10-25T07:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-25T07:25:53.576-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ACADAMICS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah. HAPPAY ABT THEM AYE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&amp;nbsp; everything has turned out fine so far. Th ydsp thing worked out. The school gave permission and i'm leaving at 3rd period. And erm. I think i'll miss english and math. I CANT MISS ENGLISH I MUST GET 54 AND BEAT BRYAN. Although I know thats not realistic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHECKLIST TIME!&lt;br /&gt;So far i have done really well. For fear of coming off as suanning i will not post anything . :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this spiffy convo i had:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foong! says:&lt;br /&gt;*NO ITS NOT OKAY&lt;br /&gt;*YOU STUPID SON OF A ******&lt;br /&gt;*WHAT THE HELL IS YOUR PROBLEM MAN&lt;br /&gt;*damn high right&lt;br /&gt;*damn good right&lt;br /&gt;Shawn &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; YES NOTHING IS FREE&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; says:&lt;br /&gt;*is this real anger?&lt;br /&gt;Foong! says:&lt;br /&gt;*F*** YOU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6692618356267915429-6003316074260641159?l=trystoppingme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trystoppingme.blogspot.com/feeds/6003316074260641159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6692618356267915429&amp;postID=6003316074260641159' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6692618356267915429/posts/default/6003316074260641159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6692618356267915429/posts/default/6003316074260641159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trystoppingme.blogspot.com/2010/10/acadamics-yeah.html' title=''/><author><name>~Free&amp;lt;&amp;gt;Identity~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13010937794675847292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rVm9BFs4o9w/RvjoaUhSJTI/AAAAAAAAAAM/qrfpsryeuLc/s320/247043855_0109d17708.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6692618356267915429.post-7920694030904332980</id><published>2010-10-23T10:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-23T10:16:48.872-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='plans'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rp'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='end of eoys'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OMG i am blogging so much. Is that a good thing or a bad thing. I guess it doesnt matter I just need to remember my thoughts..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so today I went out with the ORGCOMM AGAIN. Woohoo it really is just such a nostalgic experience to be you guys today. Todays, though the topics of conversation turned to the future, maybe it's indicative of whats on our minds. Anyway at least we has the traditions and much appreciated game of Taboo/Pictionary and A good TziChar meal :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd rather not disclose conversation topics. Lets just say I have enough gossip to fuel an A380. Also, I'm extremely mean (Joshua: Shawn you damn dog sia)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards, saw shien(RP SENIOR) on the way back home. Had this long as talk abt TSD/JC subject choice and I think he really helped me make my decision. Here it is :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BCM/T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then either Council/interact/ Community Activists as a CCA, and maybe someone other sport/club.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why? (Better write this down for the future).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really love drama, but have its as both a cca and a subject just doesn't cut it. So obviously having it as a subject is better because it seems(from Shien) I have a very strong grounding and I can do well in it. And also because having it as a subject means i can pursue CIP in my CCA. I cant cip as a subj and rp as a cca right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, theres still the worry of not getting the right people in TSD/no A.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats why i'm still gonna try it out. If all else fails I'll drop TSD, take Econs and then join RP. Yups thats the plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay thats for long term. Short term would be the funk i'm in for tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School/YDSP Ceremony/CCA photoshoot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeesh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6692618356267915429-7920694030904332980?l=trystoppingme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trystoppingme.blogspot.com/feeds/7920694030904332980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6692618356267915429&amp;postID=7920694030904332980' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6692618356267915429/posts/default/7920694030904332980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6692618356267915429/posts/default/7920694030904332980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trystoppingme.blogspot.com/2010/10/omg-i-am-blogging-so-much.html' title=''/><author><name>~Free&amp;lt;&amp;gt;Identity~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13010937794675847292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rVm9BFs4o9w/RvjoaUhSJTI/AAAAAAAAAAM/qrfpsryeuLc/s320/247043855_0109d17708.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6692618356267915429.post-5277095854733867902</id><published>2010-10-22T08:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-22T08:13:01.828-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='guilty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthdays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='plans'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rp'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NOT happy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='end of eoys'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happy'/><title type='text'>workloads - NOW?!</title><content type='html'>What the hell. Its supposed to be rest time for after EOYS and suddnely I have stacks of work to do. But tis' okay let's talk about the funner stuff in Life before I proceed to checklist my next week. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wokay so the rest of wednesday after working out I started studying for the new research attachment. God this stuff is hell &amp;gt;&amp;lt;. Materials Sciences+Physics+Chemistry+NO BIO? = HELL. I ASKED FOR A BIO PROJECT DUMBSHITS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, thursday+friday was ultra fun. Went to KLP(again?) to bowl and I played 2 games. Haha well I guess I'm still pretty bad at it. But hey it was fun. Then we went to the arcade and I played Time Crisis. Actually I continued on from Shaw Shiuan and Bryan. But hey i still played really well until this guy with a anti-tank rifle for an arm&amp;nbsp; with 8 full lives and supported by 500 axe-throwing terrorists in kelvar armor(discrepancy much?) sorta killed me. BUT I BROUGHT HIM TO 3 LIVES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I went to seoul garden next. YEESH BRYAN YOUR PLAN IS SUCH A COPY OF ME/YC/MINGE/SANAT's outing plans. Nevermind, taking an idea from awesome is still awesome :D( uh I make myself sick). I think I ate a few cows/chickens/schools of fish. Also found out a lot of weird info bout this new group of friends. hehe. Its just.... well it's just another dysfunctional group of friends really, theres Amos always insulting ZiXiang, theres Shaw Shiuan being Bryan's slave. Haiz.&amp;nbsp; Anyway had a fun time playing a crazy eating game, which IS ONCE AGAIN A DIRECT COPY OF MY USUALY PLAN. and whats worse was everyone was so pussy about it and the soup didnt even taste that bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last part of the day which start at about 10pm was an excursion to Bryan's house. God I just realised how scandalous how all this sounds. It's about to get worse haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so it was his Bday so we went to his house to play rock band, and beatles rock band. HAHA I AM PAUL MACARTNEY. :D that being said I am i pretty good singer/drummer. Then afterwards I think we sorta over did it since it was Bryan's bday, we played cards and took shots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vodka Shots. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had alot. But the thing is I dont even turn red/feel dunk or even tipsy. not even tired. How am i supposed to be a party animal when im immune to alcohol. I even mixed the drinks D:.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well I still have alot of work left.&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;　&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Checklist!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Think of something for Tuesday. Need to go to research opening ceremony, CCA photshoot and still be in school for resulsts release. STUDY MATERIAL CHEM BOOK.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday Mg for awhile first, then Orgcomm outing. Wonder how it will go. I wonder if you orgcomm ppl have changed. (I know 6/12 doesnt haha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday MUST DO THE 2 PAPER 2s omg i hope i have time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats all so far. dies.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6692618356267915429-5277095854733867902?l=trystoppingme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trystoppingme.blogspot.com/feeds/5277095854733867902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6692618356267915429&amp;postID=5277095854733867902' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6692618356267915429/posts/default/5277095854733867902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6692618356267915429/posts/default/5277095854733867902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trystoppingme.blogspot.com/2010/10/workloads-now.html' title='workloads - NOW?!'/><author><name>~Free&amp;lt;&amp;gt;Identity~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13010937794675847292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rVm9BFs4o9w/RvjoaUhSJTI/AAAAAAAAAAM/qrfpsryeuLc/s320/247043855_0109d17708.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6692618356267915429.post-4410987470271289945</id><published>2010-10-20T08:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-20T08:29:04.714-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogskins'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='plans'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bored'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Incomplete. Unwritten. That's what my blog is right now. i can't really be bothered to start linking up people. Firstly considering many of the links I have are dead. And also I've had so much trouble just creating this simple template. The last time i tried removing a section funky colours came out and it looked so messed up. Also, my interests box is unwritten too. Maybe I haven't figured it out So i'll just stick to slow steady progress for this blog. there's so much to say and remind myself about so let's GO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forgot to mention Perth '10 in the last post. OMG. I must say Perth wasn't mentioned because those 2 weeks made me feel so at home it didn't feel out of the ordinary. I&amp;nbsp; mean come on with Friends like YuHui and Sangju,roomies FTW! (sorry la nat didn't feel very bonded with you). I had the time of my life. This is a special shout out to YuHui, god knows how much you've helped me through shit and through the rain. thanks :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today:&lt;br /&gt;Well nothing much really happened today. I went to school for some GEP survey which asked me about how RI has helped me. I ended up messing up the form(no more thanks to Bryan, dumbshit). I ended up having to nil my gender. MY GENDER? F*ck you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway after that i went to work out. I found out that i am surprising weak. HAHA yes but ppl like Changrui asked me how i kept buff being in RP. Okay wait for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RUDE. RP IS VEH BUFF ONE KAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay anyway in Bryan's words. Omg my chest is shot. I cant lift anything. I did like 9 sets for shoulders, 4 sets for chest and 3 sets for abs,back both upper and lower.Yeah but I must say. And this will sound gay. &lt;span style="color: #eeeeee;"&gt;OMG HIS ABS ARE AMAZING&lt;/span&gt;. whew. Got that out of my system. Then i went home and bored myself out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i am going ice skating tomorrow. AGAIN? I know right. I plan to be awesomesauce tomorrow. But seriously i've been spending way too much money these few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay last one up: Plans for the holiday left is to&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;For self improvement:&lt;br /&gt;Work out more(ON MY WAY KAY)&lt;br /&gt;Learn how to play the guitar(hard ass)&lt;br /&gt;Learn how to speak Malay)haha ive told myself this for ages)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For school:&lt;br /&gt;Possibly be orgcomm for Student Leaders Comm&lt;br /&gt;Study my notes for the YDSP research attachment&lt;br /&gt;study "O"s OMGOMGOMG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should be so much more concerned about the "o" levels but i just can't bring myself to do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehe good times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. note: Sanat wrote an awesome(albeit) rude rap to respond to his mean/bitchy gf. Maybe no one reading this likes rap, but it is really good and well written(in terms of rhythm and flow). I just wanted to say there seems to be this anger against rap generally. I dunno but i do think theres value in it, even when anger is conveyed. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And another thing. I thought about my decision not to take lit. Would it have been different? i dunno. I wish I did though.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6692618356267915429-4410987470271289945?l=trystoppingme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trystoppingme.blogspot.com/feeds/4410987470271289945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6692618356267915429&amp;postID=4410987470271289945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6692618356267915429/posts/default/4410987470271289945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6692618356267915429/posts/default/4410987470271289945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trystoppingme.blogspot.com/2010/10/incomplete.html' title=''/><author><name>~Free&amp;lt;&amp;gt;Identity~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13010937794675847292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rVm9BFs4o9w/RvjoaUhSJTI/AAAAAAAAAAM/qrfpsryeuLc/s320/247043855_0109d17708.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6692618356267915429.post-7584489967911316606</id><published>2010-10-19T08:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-20T02:43:12.559-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='guilty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='plans'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rp'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='end of eoys'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='long post'/><title type='text'>Recap and A note to self.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"  &gt;This is going to be a very long post. It will tell you almost everything that has impacted me greatly this year. But it don't matter because its a note to self for Shawn. When he looks back he hopes he wants to remember whats was great for him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Okay, now thats over I have so much to talk about. Now I have the time its best I write about the fun, sad and memorable. I just this is a place for me to bleed it out. I need to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"  &gt;I looked back at all my archives and I realised how vulgar I was and how I havent changed a lot. Like the songs I loved i still play in my phone. The words I used, the tones of my typed speech. Whatever. But i guess this year really taught me a lesson on priorities, which is like the word of my life now. It really taught me so much about friends and their value. but lets start with a 2009 to early 2010 recap since I was in boarding then and I didnt manage to blog. And end of with this new post now. A year after my last one. :D If i get incoherent. so be it huh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"  &gt;2009.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"  &gt;I'm so surprised I didn't talk about the concert with BEP and Beyonce. I know its really shallow/pointless, but I had the time of my life then. Not only because of the performer, but because of the people I was with. haiz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"  &gt;RLP. It was the greatest time of my life. But also because of the friends. But then the experience in itself was also a gift and I am glad for that :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Regrets. :/ MAN THE REGRET&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"  &gt;(really thats all there is worth about 2009 that i havent blogged about)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"  &gt;2010 (oh no marathon typing. LETS GO)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"  &gt;RP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"  &gt;What a year. I can only say that being with my CCA, I have learnt so much about myself, whether I wanted to know it or not. And I can only say a big thank you guys. and a even bigger sorry. Here goes:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"  &gt;We had the time of our lives making Through a Fishbowl. The audience had an awesome time watching it. And we lived through the days we thought we'd never see thru. I mean nothing out 2 weeks before? 9 of us ONLY and we had to do all that whe everything went wrong? yongqin, the piano, the stage. omg it was just. a miracle. and I'm just so glad it worked out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i am &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;SO SORRY. I just cannot imagine what I did during the dramafeste period was what i did in my right mind. I so sorry to have almost betrayed you guys for a whole month. I meet seem like I'm fronting strong and having other friends. But i've frineds that were more similar to me than you guys. I mean. We did everything together. And i'm so sorry i let the whole df thing destroy us. But, just forgive me will you guys. I know yall might never see this but aliff amirul and tzy could yall please forgive me. Just for old time sake? I remember the days in es. The ora time. The production times. I mean I've just been talking to ms sara and then i would bawl my eyes out. for an hour and sometimes at home I would have just think of the friendships i've lost and sobbed even more. Maybe you dont see it but whats the point? It hurts when you reply so coldy and I see you everywhere but i cant say hi.  Please? Maybe its too much to ask but arent friends supposed to forgive and forget. I can hope, right? But its been &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;4 months &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;and nothing can  or has been healed. I just. can't take it. But i will hope and hope. I'm just so sorry for not treasuring the friendship we had. That untainted one which ive just smeared all over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. Now thats over. lets talk about happier things? Right? D: At least it worth remembering some of these. Not in detail though since they dont have as much impact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends&lt;br /&gt;Hey, at least i cant be thankful for all of you that i can still talk to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6/12 - Haha I know we dont talk alot but i'm just so glad to know I still have yall near me when I need it. I wanna say i regret not hanging out with yall more and not being there sometimes. BUT I TREASURE EVERYONE DEEPLY for 10 years now :D. yall are great. and haha (y) clare for the recent late night convos. and thanks for reminding me just so recently about values of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4c - If you read this you know who you are. Omg I love yall. MINGE for being so, well MINGE. YC for being my class bestie. :D the many many kbox,bitch sessions and things we did. :D Sanat for being the guy that made me like(love) rap(some). I can talk to you guys forever. And we are so dysfunctional. and sim for being so dumb haha(so mean, me). JOSHUA for being my rlp2 buddy and your love affair with _____ and how you would be so happy and our *ahem* escapades where you showed your prowess. and yala everyone else who considers themselves our clique(noone right). Yall might not read this but it's been awesome, just thanks :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RLP ORGCOMM- what can I say you guys are awesome. SEX is the best source of many things huh. Yuhui and zhiyou for being roommates. Yuhui for being the ear when i simply had to breakdown :D GANG AND PHANG(rhymes lol) yall are so funny together omg. Zhiyou you aso quite weird ah. And Mr lim. Nothing but uncontrolled gratitude is given from me to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;df- Hey if anyone from df reads this I wanna say, I had the time of my life with yall. Jordan, jordaan. terry. Haha sec4 year in df first time not bad eh? yall are great. Sec1s, you will shine so bright for rp (and bayley) in the future there is nothing that will stop you, other than maybe yourselves(jovi i wanna say that you are so strong for living thru what you have. you might be freethinking, I am too but it's so much better to know shes up there looking down on you). Samuel you horny slut. ;D to you too la. BUT I AM SO STRAIGHT K. And aliff we did df 3 years together. At least we had that. :/ and weihan. You suffer so much injustice but you are biggest ball of happiness. And gossip hahah. you rulez. even thou it had horrible effect i love everyone here. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And shrey. Thanks for being so gracious. I know that if I had won the award I wouldn't have shared it with you. SO thats all I can say. I admire,respect and deeply appreciate you sharing your best actor award with me. Even though you truly had it for yourself. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rest of rp- hey little kids, I know you wont read this but you are so much better than your sec4s when we were small. All of you are great actors and drama dudes you will be so good in the future. :D i know it. and i'm sad i couldnt spend more time with yall. But i know my awesomeness rubbed off. And the sec3s, however few of you. The hopes are really high. Awesome time with yall anytime Keep each other in control. And this is esp for shrey: I'm proud of you already and i havent even seen you in action. In fact i admire you. so it'll be awesome. and terry. You are just awesome. SO awesome. Good luck for exams even thou you wont see this good luck for tmrw. thanks for everything too. And also i only mean the best for you. hehe. your mom really is jesus huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Old RLP1 Gang- omg sean cham shaw shiaun yangterng aliff and joseph. You da best la. I hope you guys still rmbr the times we had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random dudes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaicong- No need say right. we are bets friend forever. I mean your stories crack me up. and we love god right ;D!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bumsoo- Its hard since alot of people say shit about you. But I'm just happy i could ignore the flak and be your buddie:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teunyee- *whistle* YEAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foong- LALALALALA I am so into you(&gt;&lt;). Yeah. Thanks so much for the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;blogpost&lt;/span&gt;, i cant believe you did it. But I AM NOT THE THING YOU THINK I AM. but the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;convo&lt;/span&gt;s we had are revealing and I am SO GLAD to have known you better. Just in time too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4ch Chinese class- &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Yall&lt;/span&gt; are awesome la tolerate my singing in class. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Hongshee&lt;/span&gt; is so awesome. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Im&lt;/span&gt; glad to have everyone here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;sara&lt;/span&gt;- thank you for tolerating with my paranoia and esteem issues. You really are the best teacher. really.   &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yiming&lt;/span&gt;- You la eternal friend :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Old 2P gang in 4c- :D nothing but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;lurve&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bryan- you slut. you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;da&lt;/span&gt; best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4c and 2p- not the most bonded classes. but i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;rmbr&lt;/span&gt; you guys for life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If i have forgotten anyone, i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; mean to. I really want to say i love everyone(aft a story i heard).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;thats&lt;/span&gt; the people. The events came along too.&lt;br /&gt;But i guess i can still list some:&lt;br /&gt;my results are stunning this year &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;omg&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;eng&lt;/span&gt; portfolio? anyone?&lt;br /&gt;i am so much more confident. life has been a real ball&lt;br /&gt;I'm into sports i think. I'm also into rap. esp NICKI &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;MINAJ&lt;/span&gt; NICKI &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;MINAJ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;adam&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;lambert&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;chris&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;daughtry&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Mairah&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;carey&lt;/span&gt; live. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;MARIAH&lt;/span&gt; CAREY &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;AHHHH&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;new jobs! MONEY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;rafflesian&lt;/span&gt; spotlight?&lt;br /&gt;a year where i did so many new things. its the same every year but more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;grrr&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;unspeakable&lt;/span&gt; love.&lt;br /&gt;i can sing so much better now! thanks glee. and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;obv&lt;/span&gt; all the divas b4 that for couching me with your songs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;BITCHFEST&lt;/span&gt; YEAR&lt;br /&gt;everything else.&lt;br /&gt;man this year was a blur. a good.bad blur? i dunno.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;But for all the fun. Ive had a ton more regrets and mistakes than anything. I might not have wanted them but I needed them and I have grown. The price might have been pretty high. But i learnt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; I try. i always try.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; and i can only hope always.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Shawn 2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;:/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/6692618356267915429-7584489967911316606?l=trystoppingme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trystoppingme.blogspot.com/feeds/7584489967911316606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6692618356267915429&amp;postID=7584489967911316606' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6692618356267915429/posts/default/7584489967911316606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6692618356267915429/posts/default/7584489967911316606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trystoppingme.blogspot.com/2010/10/recap-and-note-to-self.html' title='Recap and A note to self.'/><author><name>~Free&amp;lt;&amp;gt;Identity~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13010937794675847292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rVm9BFs4o9w/RvjoaUhSJTI/AAAAAAAAAAM/qrfpsryeuLc/s320/247043855_0109d17708.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6692618356267915429.post-2692477175368204183</id><published>2009-11-23T19:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T20:26:19.977-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='plans'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='long post'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wasting time'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hehe'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bored'/><title type='text'>Pleasant Surprises.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Wheehee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's really nothing nicer than to have people who just give.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really. I mean yesterday my friend's mum bought me a Krumpler bag(the normal one) and his sis bought me a shirt. I looked at the price tag(of the shirt) when i got home and i saw 69.90. yeaouch. Anyways, its all a long story why I got these presents so here goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Chronicles of the fair Lady Krumpler and Sir Puma:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe. so what happenened is my friends phails at ss. PHAILS. so he needed a ss file for the retest. this is a really awesome friend, btw. like we both have the same interests in movies and music. now that is RARE considering my weird myriad of tastes. we both like DREAMGIRLS. singing loudly, singing diva songs loudly, disturbing neighbours, and black people. haha. so i went ot his house just to hangout and we like karaoked alot of songs that erm. sorta disturbed the neighbourhood, and we both look like crazy people when we sing. yeah. HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyway, his mum borrowed my ss file for him. and erm, also we're really close. i guess. oh yeah and i helped his sis in some drama thing(more in pt.2), and apparently it really helped her. and she takes me like a godchild. so while on the way back to their house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said "Shawn ah mai gei ni"&lt;br /&gt;I was like "wut?"&lt;br /&gt;And she was like " bu yong ke qi la. na la na la"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Chronicles of the fair Lady Krumpler and Sir Puma(pt.2):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So his sister is like vp of the hcjc drama club(AWESUM). and so they have yearly camps where that have secondary school participants and they need to send invites everyyear. they usually have 30 participants. they had 14. so a week before she asked me to muster as many ri boys as i could, so i enlisted rp(GO RP) and some random ppl that my juniors knew. tada! out came 8(or 9?) boys and the attendace shot up by erm. eh. i cant do math. but alot %. Luckily there were alot of chij girls, or the gender ratio would have been weird. and his sis said that RGS(looking at you,clare) participates every year, but this year, in her own words "they have some stupid artsfest thing". I agreed with her. the camp was awesome and those rgs girls sure missed out on alot. So they she was like thank god for you peeps, or else there would have been more facilitators than partipants. and so she bought me the shirt and told her mum, who in turn bought me the bag. yeaouch. anyways, their awesome people, with alot of cash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~the end~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time to talk about the rest of life. which is erm.&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;.wait for it.&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;NOTHING. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well actually no. Went to JJ's house on like the 17th, dont rmbr exactly when but i played rock band for the first time, with bryan. it was before bryan was gonna leave for franch for 5 weeks. (JEALOUS MUCH) anyway they both have the game at home. so i was the noob. and i cant really do much but Sing. (YESH I CAN SING CLAR) so i sang like 7 diff. songs I HAD NEVER HEARD BEFORE all about 70 percent score but had a song i was really good at 97% erm. i think its by fall out boy? dead on arrival or something. anyways rock aint my music. i mean look above for lady gaga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I SWEAR, i really hate the songs in that game, but hey, music is music,and i got 97%. awesome right! and i dont even know the songs. then they wanted to sing some rock song that i didnt know. surprise surprise! you;re not gonna find a nine inch nails or KISS fan here. so i started drumming. on easy mode. and i failed twice. but hey, im learning. always am. never did try out guitar. we ended up stopping and the day became boring as we debated on what movie to watch. sadly. bryan wanted american pie and jj wanted something touching. i couldnt be bothered so i tried karaokeparty, but failed since there was no mic. and then we ended up wqsting time and then dinner with pizza wathcing death race. and then they playing fifa xbox soccer. buh, while i went up to househunt and all my other facebook apps. i came down and palyed 2 games and i'm never playing fifa xbox again. they even named a move after me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shawn. defn: the kick the ball out after a few successive kicks.&lt;br /&gt;              defn2: shoot at the audience&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah. and then bryan lost really badly with erm a penalty shot. and they started wrestling. its fun to see kids fight. anyway after 15 rounds they decided it was a tied, but i still think jj won. fun stuff. then i went home, driving bryan to the mrt with me as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay erm. i really think thats about all that happened since the holidays, other than camp react, but i think camp react should be said through pictures so thats in "videos of shawn" on facebook. haha. like 5 minutes of montage. likea 50000 word essay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and yeah. my sec4 year WILL be a blast for RP. i will ensure it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6692618356267915429-2692477175368204183?l=trystoppingme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trystoppingme.blogspot.com/feeds/2692477175368204183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6692618356267915429&amp;postID=2692477175368204183' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6692618356267915429/posts/default/2692477175368204183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6692618356267915429/posts/default/2692477175368204183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trystoppingme.blogspot.com/2009/11/pleasant-surprises.html' title='Pleasant Surprises.'/><author><name>~Free&amp;lt;&amp;gt;Identity~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13010937794675847292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rVm9BFs4o9w/RvjoaUhSJTI/AAAAAAAAAAM/qrfpsryeuLc/s320/247043855_0109d17708.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6692618356267915429.post-1451556445298166083</id><published>2009-11-12T05:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T05:51:59.290-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='piles of homework'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rp'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='end of eoys'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hehe'/><title type='text'>Poems from Camp RE:ACT</title><content type='html'>Have been at a camp recently, quite cool, wrote 2 poems during one of the workshops. those who take lit(looking at you, clar), don't scorn me. I thought I wrote these better than the ones 612 paid for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amsterdam&lt;br /&gt;The wrong house I appear in tonight&lt;br /&gt;in the lonely dusk of Amsterdam&lt;br /&gt;Walking to the Bar, fight or flight?&lt;br /&gt;The bathtub, Weed, am i quite right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we had to apply for a job "poetically". heres my attempt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A job&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A quick intro to myself&lt;br /&gt;But I must first say&lt;br /&gt;Cats in the workplace are a no-no&lt;br /&gt;Dedication and determination from me is&lt;br /&gt;Expected, as the same is my pay&lt;br /&gt;For I am a&lt;br /&gt;General Manager and&lt;br /&gt;Half a million per annum is&lt;br /&gt;In my expectation, hopefully yours too.&lt;br /&gt;Jake, my son takes up weekends and&lt;br /&gt;Kelly, my girl has&lt;br /&gt;Late night class on&lt;br /&gt;Monday so a 5 day work week with Monday&lt;br /&gt;Nights off would be great.&lt;br /&gt;Of course, I was once in jail, I took my mother's&lt;br /&gt;Pension money, I was&lt;br /&gt;Quite funny how she&lt;br /&gt;Ranted at me and&lt;br /&gt;Sued me... Sorry, off&lt;br /&gt;Tangent. Hopefully, I'll get the job.&lt;br /&gt;Unqualified, I'm sure I am not but&lt;br /&gt;Veering towards what you might expect.&lt;br /&gt;Whatever happens, I'm going for my&lt;br /&gt;X-ray next.&lt;br /&gt;You should call me, and by the way, your&lt;br /&gt;Zipper is unzipped.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6692618356267915429-1451556445298166083?l=trystoppingme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trystoppingme.blogspot.com/feeds/1451556445298166083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6692618356267915429&amp;postID=1451556445298166083' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6692618356267915429/posts/default/1451556445298166083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6692618356267915429/posts/default/1451556445298166083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trystoppingme.blogspot.com/2009/11/poems-from-camp-react.html' title='Poems from Camp RE:ACT'/><author><name>~Free&amp;lt;&amp;gt;Identity~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13010937794675847292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rVm9BFs4o9w/RvjoaUhSJTI/AAAAAAAAAAM/qrfpsryeuLc/s320/247043855_0109d17708.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6692618356267915429.post-6557286987767286434</id><published>2009-10-27T07:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T07:25:06.833-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WTF'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='end of eoys'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hehe'/><title type='text'>OMFG</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs244.snc1/9133_162781608383_777388383_3581114_6287691_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 428px; height: 604px;" src="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs244.snc1/9133_162781608383_777388383_3581114_6287691_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha ms ivy lee-wong, or just ms lee to us, was on some advert for some facial product.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can now say, i've been taught by 2 models, one ms ivy lee, and one imelda chang(go rlp! woohoo0!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Users/RICHAR%7E1/AppData/Local/Temp/moz-screenshot.png" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6692618356267915429-6557286987767286434?l=trystoppingme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trystoppingme.blogspot.com/feeds/6557286987767286434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6692618356267915429&amp;postID=6557286987767286434' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6692618356267915429/posts/default/6557286987767286434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6692618356267915429/posts/default/6557286987767286434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trystoppingme.blogspot.com/2009/10/omfg.html' title='OMFG'/><author><name>~Free&amp;lt;&amp;gt;Identity~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13010937794675847292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rVm9BFs4o9w/RvjoaUhSJTI/AAAAAAAAAAM/qrfpsryeuLc/s320/247043855_0109d17708.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6692618356267915429.post-4045726521781850389</id><published>2009-10-25T22:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T23:47:06.079-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='guilty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fail'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bored'/><title type='text'>Cuz when I leave for the night, I ain't coming back</title><content type='html'>Eh, I originally wanted to write this blogpost to explain to ayj abuut what he tot sounded like stalking. so here goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;okay. see theres an rgs show called aparallel. so i was gonna watch it on wednesday, so i got my friend zhiyuan to order it form his friend sarah tan(i think). so i found out clare was watching it too and told her im watching on wednesday, and clare sorta tried to get wed tixs. then zhiyuan told me there werent anymore tixs on wed and so i had to settle for tues, and i told clare this and she changed hers back to tues. AND then my friend friking told me actually theres still tixs left and he took the liberty to order them for me and i wanted to tell this to clare but clare wanred me against that since it has already caused her alot of trouble to keep switching days for the tixs, so that really pissed her off, and ya thats why i called you ayj.. there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Wokay. now that that sagas' over. really into electro pop nowadays since it gets you into like a party mode. eg, tik tok by kesha and patron tequilla by paradiso girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm, really looking forward to eoy results, dunno why. also. how am i suppoed to wish mrs simon happy bday? and..... clare its clement's ccamates i think, not his classmates,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6692618356267915429-4045726521781850389?l=trystoppingme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trystoppingme.blogspot.com/feeds/4045726521781850389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6692618356267915429&amp;postID=4045726521781850389' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6692618356267915429/posts/default/4045726521781850389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6692618356267915429/posts/default/4045726521781850389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trystoppingme.blogspot.com/2009/10/cuz-when-i-leave-for-night-i-aint.html' title='Cuz when I leave for the night, I ain&apos;t coming back'/><author><name>~Free&amp;lt;&amp;gt;Identity~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13010937794675847292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rVm9BFs4o9w/RvjoaUhSJTI/AAAAAAAAAAM/qrfpsryeuLc/s320/247043855_0109d17708.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6692618356267915429.post-4690462340135444395</id><published>2009-10-23T19:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T21:55:09.054-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthdays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fail'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='end of eoys'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='long post'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bored'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hehe'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='good news'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='guilty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='plans'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Must Watch'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wasting time'/><title type='text'>Ima fight til I see the sunlight...</title><content type='html'>OMG GOSH EXAM ARR OVER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Does weird crunk dance, the sort you see in the 80s videos that doesn't really look like dancing, but more like arms and legs in particularly pattern-like movement, like what the Zohan dances like, you know that sort of dancing*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Cools Down*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*you might see so many typos that you'll think that i'm insane, but I am, SO GET USED TO IT*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*does the pop'n'lock dance wildly. wiki/google that*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phew. Alrite. Now that i'm sane, or less insane than my usual self, let me chronicle my life thus far in this harrowing eoy period. *pauses*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LIFE HAS BEEN AWESOME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup, contrary to what most people would feel, life in Boarding gives the EOY period a new freshness, I guess. I mean how often do you actually have the discipline to sit down and do 400 marks worth of math? Only when eveyrone around you is doing that same. And how often can you just pop by to your neighbours room and sit down and eat cup noodles(free.btw) and study bio, or teach them chem(rhymes). ITS FRIKING AWESOME. Anyway, i've got one week left in boarding, i've got an awesome/weird roomie(no not awesomely weird) and hes got similar views with me on life and all and we can tlak about stuff, AND he's in a external chinese drama club, and how cool is that! So i'll be missing him once  boarding life is over, and altho we'll meet in school it'll be different as friends nia. ROOMIES FTW! And erm everytihng boarding ghas with it as well. Really missing the lifestlye soon even thou i have like 1.5 weeks of boaridng left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right, now to talk about other stuff. Those from SHPS, ya'll know Sanat? The 6/9 dude? No?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*silence*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay anyways he was my classmate in p3 and we always compared abt who was funnier and all, and I guess he is now, but after I left for GEP never tot I would see ihm again but we're in the SAME FRIKING CLASS NOW, and hes so lame lunch with him is truly awesome. Although I am still smarter than him I mean 3.65&gt; 3.2-3.3 right? Anyways, never tot and it truly been a great surprise to meet him again. Sanat most probably will never read this but if your seeing this, you're a great friend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right. about yesterday. I was STARING at clare on the train and my ri friends tot I was looking her up(wtf, classmates?!)  and I kinda looked like a pervert. but anyway, it took clare a total number of 6 stops before she was like SHAWN! SORRYX10. I was kinda amused. And we didnt talk , since ti would be awkward for the 2 groups of friends. Really wanted to walk over and ask u where mg is today, and what to do since our exams are over(take that AYJ) at mg, and I DONT HAVE CARDS, but my immature friends were teasing me. GROW UP CLASS MATES. Buh if you're thinking why i was on the train with them in the first place, it's because there the only ppl in my class to live in the east.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And about MG. CLAR YOU HAVE to show me the fonnian lore, I keep hearing about and it already sounds like such a deep unirverse with so much to explore! I heard i got a tribe names after my barbequing expertise. hmm. waiting for that. And there so much to it I HAVE TO READ/SEE IT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And about after exams plans I HAVE NOT IDEA WHAT IMA GONNA DO? Im thinking of finding a job, learning a new language, getitng fitter, learn a new skill and slack. COME ON 6.12/3c/RP give me ideas and things to do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm. about RP. I really wonder whats gonna happen next year. I can only hope and wish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps. Bryan seethor are you happy now that I;ve given you Sb+ for your bday! HUH? HUH? gah why am i so nice to you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6692618356267915429-4690462340135444395?l=trystoppingme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trystoppingme.blogspot.com/feeds/4690462340135444395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6692618356267915429&amp;postID=4690462340135444395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6692618356267915429/posts/default/4690462340135444395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6692618356267915429/posts/default/4690462340135444395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trystoppingme.blogspot.com/2009/10/ima-fight-til-i-see-sunlight.html' title='Ima fight til I see the sunlight...'/><author><name>~Free&amp;lt;&amp;gt;Identity~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13010937794675847292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rVm9BFs4o9w/RvjoaUhSJTI/AAAAAAAAAAM/qrfpsryeuLc/s320/247043855_0109d17708.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6692618356267915429.post-4366691630958825456</id><published>2009-09-12T23:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T23:49:00.926-07:00</updated><title type='text'>IT'S MANDY BIT*H</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/yWPSKqINELA&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/yWPSKqINELA&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;&lt;br /&gt;Alright. Since I cbfed and its the 7th lunar month. here's something to spook yall out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Ugly Betty.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6692618356267915429-4366691630958825456?l=trystoppingme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trystoppingme.blogspot.com/feeds/4366691630958825456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6692618356267915429&amp;postID=4366691630958825456' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6692618356267915429/posts/default/4366691630958825456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6692618356267915429/posts/default/4366691630958825456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trystoppingme.blogspot.com/2009/09/its-mandy-bith.html' title='IT&apos;S MANDY BIT*H'/><author><name>~Free&amp;lt;&amp;gt;Identity~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13010937794675847292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rVm9BFs4o9w/RvjoaUhSJTI/AAAAAAAAAAM/qrfpsryeuLc/s320/247043855_0109d17708.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6692618356267915429.post-348111203409583031</id><published>2009-08-10T03:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T03:24:02.943-07:00</updated><title type='text'>heh.</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/iDRDB4qSG7Q&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/iDRDB4qSG7Q&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;Boy this is way more embarrassing than my sing and dance with the singtel showgirl.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6692618356267915429-348111203409583031?l=trystoppingme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trystoppingme.blogspot.com/feeds/348111203409583031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6692618356267915429&amp;postID=348111203409583031' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6692618356267915429/posts/default/348111203409583031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6692618356267915429/posts/default/348111203409583031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trystoppingme.blogspot.com/2009/08/heh.html' title='heh.'/><author><name>~Free&amp;lt;&amp;gt;Identity~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13010937794675847292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rVm9BFs4o9w/RvjoaUhSJTI/AAAAAAAAAAM/qrfpsryeuLc/s320/247043855_0109d17708.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6692618356267915429.post-5001277647495558418</id><published>2009-07-30T06:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T06:35:30.266-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jealously</title><content type='html'>Its coming alright.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6692618356267915429-5001277647495558418?l=trystoppingme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trystoppingme.blogspot.com/feeds/5001277647495558418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6692618356267915429&amp;postID=5001277647495558418' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6692618356267915429/posts/default/5001277647495558418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6692618356267915429/posts/default/5001277647495558418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trystoppingme.blogspot.com/2009/07/jealously.html' title='Jealously'/><author><name>~Free&amp;lt;&amp;gt;Identity~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13010937794675847292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rVm9BFs4o9w/RvjoaUhSJTI/AAAAAAAAAAM/qrfpsryeuLc/s320/247043855_0109d17708.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6692618356267915429.post-8793669433468100839</id><published>2009-07-29T07:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T07:04:29.042-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rp'/><title type='text'>Melodies are Gone</title><content type='html'>Who do I look to now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who can I tell this to? Will this crumble, crash and end up broken? Theres only so few, and this burden makes it worse. All the weight is falling, the foundation weakened. After all my strength, hope and love is gone and only fear remains, Do I look to you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Melodies are gone, do I look to you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6692618356267915429-8793669433468100839?l=trystoppingme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trystoppingme.blogspot.com/feeds/8793669433468100839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6692618356267915429&amp;postID=8793669433468100839' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6692618356267915429/posts/default/8793669433468100839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6692618356267915429/posts/default/8793669433468100839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trystoppingme.blogspot.com/2009/07/melodies-are-gone.html' title='Melodies are Gone'/><author><name>~Free&amp;lt;&amp;gt;Identity~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13010937794675847292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rVm9BFs4o9w/RvjoaUhSJTI/AAAAAAAAAAM/qrfpsryeuLc/s320/247043855_0109d17708.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6692618356267915429.post-7054023076327466149</id><published>2009-07-26T03:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T03:49:47.819-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Discoveries</title><content type='html'>Just found out my grandmum was born on september 28th ON THE LUNAR CALENDAR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, we can't celebrate her bday since it clashes with her fengshui or some shit like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, at least i know my family hist better now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does anyone know where to convert lunar date into gregorian dates?&lt;br /&gt;if you don't know what that means dont bother trying lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6692618356267915429-7054023076327466149?l=trystoppingme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trystoppingme.blogspot.com/feeds/7054023076327466149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6692618356267915429&amp;postID=7054023076327466149' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6692618356267915429/posts/default/7054023076327466149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6692618356267915429/posts/default/7054023076327466149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trystoppingme.blogspot.com/2009/07/discoveries.html' title='Discoveries'/><author><name>~Free&amp;lt;&amp;gt;Identity~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13010937794675847292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rVm9BFs4o9w/RvjoaUhSJTI/AAAAAAAAAAM/qrfpsryeuLc/s320/247043855_0109d17708.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6692618356267915429.post-1302453223937486768</id><published>2009-07-25T20:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T20:08:47.706-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Uberly overdue post about things that have happened.</title><content type='html'>Ok. This is gonna be uber overdue. I mean, june was the last time I posted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrite, first up,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CRVII&lt;br /&gt;Eh? What? I don't remember much. I should try and check out clar clare and ayj's blogs abt what happened. Hmm. Well I rmbr a few jackets. Clement making Ice mountains. Me not falling and getting a blister from the ice skates. Hmm. Kim falling. Me laughing at kim falling. Oh ya! The photos of us in a line. And we had alot of fun. Whole lot. I'm not sure if i'll have fun like that anytime soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drag me to Hell&lt;br /&gt;Ah. This I rmbr clearly. What was I thinking walking into a horror movie when I'm like agnostic. I was really doubting this movies ability to scare me. haha. Boy was I wrong. The sickest, most disgusting, most f uped things in the movie. But it was hilariously scary. Sort of like a chick horror movie, with the right amt of scare,gore,action,suspense and humour. I had to hold on to aliff and borrow his jacket to hide my face. haha i am SUCH a hypocrite, calling everyone cowards. Well, but really, some ppl need to get over their fears(looking at you, bryanseethor)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Future&lt;br /&gt;This ones slightly bittersweet. After reading clar's post about what would happen in 10 years, i'm not sure if my future is in drama anyway. I'm pretty sure i'd rather be a doctor with drama as a sidejob than just an actor without cash. Call me practical, but i'd rather be that than be naive. Well, i really think i wont move to another country for studies. Hopefully, i'll still have all my friends in ten years. (looking at yall, 612 and RP) My thoughts are coming out in chunks and are SO incoherent. I guess that comes with the emoness and uncertainty of the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lady GAGA&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Lady gaga, no matter what everyone else says, is a stellar performer. Even though her dances steps aren't as good as beyonces, her voice not as soaring as christinas, her sluttiness not as slutty as mariah's, what she has is an amazing talent when it comes to synthesising the beats. Im no techno fan, but her beats do make you wanna dance. Went for her showcase at THE DOME, which is quite a cramped space. her energy as a performer is amazing,though, and altho sg audiences SUCK, she was amazing and did what a showbiz person should do(which is not the same for others). She performed. her acoustic performance of poker face was just. WOW. I was blown away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Litup&lt;br /&gt;Haha now we go closer to the present. On friday, performed Zy's script called practices, was a psychotic mother who killed her psychotic son. i mean, theres not much to be said, cept for the fact that aliff(my son) won best actor. The shows were mostly good, but st nics ppl need to tone down man. dunman too, but i wont say that or clar will kill me. Light screwed up during our performance, but still, having only 3 days preparation, i think we did fine. I wonder how long dunman and st nics prepared?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My bday. &lt;br /&gt;What. Waddya want me to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THERE.&lt;br /&gt;UPDATED.&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY NOW?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOT MATH CCT and DUZHE readng test next week! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6692618356267915429-1302453223937486768?l=trystoppingme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trystoppingme.blogspot.com/feeds/1302453223937486768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6692618356267915429&amp;postID=1302453223937486768' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6692618356267915429/posts/default/1302453223937486768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6692618356267915429/posts/default/1302453223937486768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trystoppingme.blogspot.com/2009/07/uberly-overdue-post-about-things-that.html' title='Uberly overdue post about things that have happened.'/><author><name>~Free&amp;lt;&amp;gt;Identity~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13010937794675847292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rVm9BFs4o9w/RvjoaUhSJTI/AAAAAAAAAAM/qrfpsryeuLc/s320/247043855_0109d17708.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6692618356267915429.post-3438776635756559384</id><published>2009-06-13T08:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T08:37:28.276-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WTF'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Must Watch'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happy'/><title type='text'>Gong for GAGA</title><content type='html'>YES.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6692618356267915429-3438776635756559384?l=trystoppingme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trystoppingme.blogspot.com/feeds/3438776635756559384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6692618356267915429&amp;postID=3438776635756559384' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6692618356267915429/posts/default/3438776635756559384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6692618356267915429/posts/default/3438776635756559384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trystoppingme.blogspot.com/2009/06/gong-for-gaga.html' title='Gong for 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time'/><title type='text'>Choke on that, Biatch!</title><content type='html'>Haha everything in the past week has been absolutely fantastic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;List of things to blog about:-&lt;br /&gt;CRVII&lt;br /&gt;Lit up&lt;br /&gt;Movie(Drag me to Hell)&lt;br /&gt;Friends&lt;br /&gt;Future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ooh agenda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come back tmrw to do all this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6692618356267915429-1078760595193899004?l=trystoppingme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trystoppingme.blogspot.com/feeds/1078760595193899004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6692618356267915429&amp;postID=1078760595193899004' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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of homework'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rp'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='long post'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wasting time'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bored'/><title type='text'>P00P(long overdue)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-family: arial;"&gt;POOP Review&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-family: arial;"&gt;The play, POOP, staged by the Finger Players, is easily one of the best plays I've watched. This is by no means a sweeping statement, since almost every aspect of the play, in my opinion at least, was good. POOP tells a story of how a family copes at first with the death of the sole breadwinner, the father(played by Julius Foo) and then the death of the child(played by Jean Ng).&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-family: arial;"&gt;The script itself was average and it was the weakest point of the play. Although the genre of the play was “dark comedy”, I felt that the inclusion of some jokes were unnecessary, and it was although the only point of the jokes was to break the enormous tension that the actors had and the audience was feeling. One example would be when the child was hallucinating about the ghosts outside the MRT, and one of the ghost said," Jesus said I could be Mother Mary's tampons!". The audience stilled laughed since it was a welcome break of tension, but it was quite a forced insertion of the joke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-family: arial;"&gt;The script's theme was that of how death could bring a family together. I felt that the theme had been already well explored in many other pieces of art, and that both the context and theme were both slightly unoriginal. However, every other aspect of the play brought the play to a whole new professional level. Which brings me to comment on my next point, the staging and directing.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-family: arial;"&gt;Although Director Playwright Chong Tze Chien had slight weaknesses in his script, his directing was simply sublime. His staging was amazing; he managed to use the depth of the stage to bring out his usage of puppetry, to show the conflict between the Mother and Grandmother(especially in the underground tunnel scene, were the child is forced to follow one or the other). He managed to using the wonderful space to show the anger in the child when she was forced to draw a family photo. He managed to use perceptions of size to make the child's character more believable. He managed to use puppetry to show the beautiful relationship between daughter and father. His use of props was masterful. I could go on, but my fingers are tired. However, it wasn't a one-man show; his lights manager, puppeteer, sound manager, stage manager, production manager and publicity crew were important too, so kudos to them too.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-family: arial;"&gt;However, I felt that what really made the audience cry was not the script, but it was the actors. All of the actors didn't just portray the role, they WERE the role. All of the actors were so in their role and as an audience so physically close to them, I could not help but feel the grief and emotion of all the actors. Janice Koh was sublime in her portrayal of a deeply hurt wife. She tries so deeply to be the sole pillar of sanity in the family, but the grandmother's constant blabbering to her granddaughter about how the father is just disappeared, like poop, really brings her to her knees as the mother(Janice) didn't want to remember anything of that dreaded husband of hers anymore, who was so selfish as to let go of his life for happiness and leave his family behind. Same for Neo Swee Lin, whose portrayal as a grandmother humiliation by her son's suicide, but yet tries to keep the whole family together. Julius Foo, as a man unhappy who just leaves his family, his connection with his daughter is really touching. Jean Ng, as a confused girl, was so naive and innocent I couldn't help to feel sorry for her. Each actor's dedication, training and passion shone through in their acting. Their stage presence and energy was so strong I didn't feel the need to check the time, wipe away my tears or even move. I just watched this wonderful piece of theatre come to life. At the end, when the Grandmother and Mother both embrace each other and finally accept death and move on, something deep inside me felt warm and growled in agreement. And no, I wasn't hungry.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6692618356267915429-4451758306778523227?l=trystoppingme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trystoppingme.blogspot.com/feeds/4451758306778523227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6692618356267915429&amp;postID=4451758306778523227' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6692618356267915429/posts/default/4451758306778523227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6692618356267915429/posts/default/4451758306778523227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trystoppingme.blogspot.com/2009/05/p00p.html' title='P00P(long overdue)'/><author><name>~Free&amp;lt;&amp;gt;Identity~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13010937794675847292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rVm9BFs4o9w/RvjoaUhSJTI/AAAAAAAAAAM/qrfpsryeuLc/s320/247043855_0109d17708.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6692618356267915429.post-4040413178579734448</id><published>2009-04-27T06:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T06:56:38.932-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='time waster'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wasting time'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chalet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bored'/><title type='text'>Alrite Bandwagon Time.</title><content type='html'>Taken from... &lt;br /&gt;Clar/Clare/Fon and AYJ (btw will be very to what has been said)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Pick 8 random friends you feel comfortable around. (including yourself for number 4).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  Mistress Stonealot of the Blog, Goddess of Reunion-Organising and Sole Pillar of Sanity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;2. Lady Toleratia of the Dry Wit, Jedi Master of Bashing People Over The Head, and Fantasist of the Seventh Circle, First Scribe of Twelvian Lore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;3. Sir Idiot-Brainlesse Maximus of Gitland and Whackadoodle, First Knight of Nonsense&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;4. King Nerdios Melodymaster, Demigod of Computer-Gaming and Physics, named also Calculus Complexitas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;5. Count Doofus Sillyidea, Lord of Music Disdain, and his dominion is over Tongue&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;6. Countess Twilightmania the Vampiric Chocoholic, who possesses the Wail of the Banshee&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;7. Princess Randomnessa Bipolaris, Ruler of the Blondhilites and Healer of the S'jab.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;8. Magus Malav Dumbledore, Caretaker of the Great Fonnian Libraries and Owleries, Second Scribe of Twelvian Lore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These eight people you just picked are stuck in a house with you for a whole year. There is no leaving the house at all until the year is completely up. If you had to choose a person for every question below, write down which person it would be. (oo exciting)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are 4 rooms. Who will be in each room?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Room1- Clar and Clare and Mala&lt;br /&gt;Room2- AYJ and Me&lt;br /&gt;Room3- Tabi and Kim&lt;br /&gt;Room4- The Fon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there was someone singing in the morning who would it most likely be?&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Room 2, sorta of like a fusion of diff. types of music. Pop-rock vocal stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If someone was considered the dad and the mom of the house, who would it be?&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Clare. And AYJ. I wonder what mom and dads do when their children are not around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Expanding on the family concept, what roles would the other six people take?&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Well. I would be like the rude 2nd Brother. And Older sister Tabi would always be scolding me. Fon and Kim would be like squabbling twins. Clar and Mala would be the trapped in centre kids with normal outlooks but are totally insane like everyone else.&lt;br /&gt;(Reality Show Worthy)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you wanted candy really badly and all of the 7 in the house had some, who would you take it from?&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I would take one from each person and amass a whole carton of candy to help me survive when one day mum and dad stop cooking cuz we pissed them off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; If someone had to watch you brush your teeth (every) morning, who would it be?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;AYJ? Since we both only take 30 seconds, and both low cost maintenance. (Unlike Shirlyn if she came)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; There was two bags of chips bought at the store, but 20 minutes later they are gone. Who ate them?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Fon. I would be angry but join in anyway,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who would hate being in the house the most?&lt;br /&gt;Noone, but seeing people too often make people less appreciative of one another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone took your (brand spanking new) pair of socks that were never worn, who is the thief?&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I don't think anyone actually did. I lost them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone swept all the dirt under the rug, who was it?&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hmm. Fon or maybe even Kim if they were lazy to clean up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there was arguments in the house, who would be the ones arguing?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Depends on the topic, really.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who would be the one missing their boyfriend/girlfriend that wasn’t in the house with them?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Well. Erm. Maybe. No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You walked down stairs in the middle of the night for a glass of water, someone is dancing on the table in there Leopard Thong, who is the crazy one?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Shawn, and Fon are the more insane ones, so why not? NO WAY&lt;br /&gt;I would never dance in a leopard thong. So tasteless, give me some big beehive dress and you'll see my dance the night away,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A pillow fight broke through, who started it?&lt;br /&gt;Everyone. Its good stress relief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a marathon of your favorite TV show, what is it? and who would be watching it with you?&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I think everyone in the fellowship like a tv show. Mostly Sitcoms and Reality TV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone made a fort in the laundry room, who was the kid?&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Not me. Mala and Clare maybe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There’s a prankster in the house that put plastic on the two toilets in the house, who are the pranksters?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I would.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The music's too loud, who turned it up?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Shawn. Or me. Or both. I bet we were listening to say, idk, RJA and blasting as we sang along&lt;br /&gt;(really? RJA is really hard to sing along with. Maybe something easier like chris daughtry)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a mouse crawling on the floor all over the house,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;a)who is the first one to scream?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;youngest sis, aka kim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;b)who is the one to jump into someone's arms?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;youngest bro, aka fon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;c)who would be the one to kill it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I would. But then chicken out. SO mum and dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;*d)who would be the one to pet it and call it adorable before Clare/I mashes its brains in?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; Mala, she seems to be unafraid of practically every bug there is. (Haha I agree, maybe i would do that too.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who made pancakes in the morning and almost set the house on fire?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Well. Fon. Everyone else can cooks rite?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone's tanning on the roof, who is it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Well. According to Fon, me. But no. I'm not insane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is the tallest in the house?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Fon. I come a close second&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is the shortest in the house?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Kim, the youngest one&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is(are) the loudest?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The twins&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Who laughs the loudest?&lt;/div&gt;Me, in fact i would be so loud the neighbours would complain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Who laughs the most?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Everyone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is the clown?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Fon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is the most respectful?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Clare&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is the one that always comes up with stupid ideas?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;ME&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who's in bed first?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Contrary to popular belief i sleep at 11 everyday. Very early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Who's the one who keeps on getting locked out because they forgot the keys?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Shawn, Kim or Fon. Or possibly Mala.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If someone woke everyone up with pots and pans who would it be?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Mmybe me and Shawn&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is always dancing?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Fon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You spilt ice all over the kitchen floor, who would be the one to slip on it first?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Fon, shortly followed by Kim, who was chasing him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is always playing some form of instrument?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;does the mouth count? I’d be singing all the time... Otherwise, Tabby&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Who is always raising their eyebrows at the antics of everyone else?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Everyone has antics. We'll be used to it by then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*What room would all of you like installed in the house?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hmm. A room that has computers and a personalized sound booth system for everyone and has like a giant central book shelf were once u read out the title and author of the book a book would appear in your hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RP people coming next!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&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/6692618356267915429-4040413178579734448?l=trystoppingme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trystoppingme.blogspot.com/feeds/4040413178579734448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6692618356267915429&amp;postID=4040413178579734448' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6692618356267915429/posts/default/4040413178579734448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6692618356267915429/posts/default/4040413178579734448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trystoppingme.blogspot.com/2009/04/alrite-bandwagon-time.html' title='Alrite Bandwagon Time.'/><author><name>~Free&amp;lt;&amp;gt;Identity~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13010937794675847292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rVm9BFs4o9w/RvjoaUhSJTI/AAAAAAAAAAM/qrfpsryeuLc/s320/247043855_0109d17708.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6692618356267915429.post-1335572789845457224</id><published>2009-04-23T02:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T02:53:50.488-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tragedy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='guilty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fail'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rp'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NOT happy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>There will be tomorrow</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/FpKPBZygFdU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&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/FpKPBZygFdU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" 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;Oh you have no idea how much this song is helping me to cope.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6692618356267915429-1335572789845457224?l=trystoppingme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trystoppingme.blogspot.com/feeds/1335572789845457224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6692618356267915429&amp;postID=1335572789845457224' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6692618356267915429/posts/default/1335572789845457224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6692618356267915429/posts/default/1335572789845457224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trystoppingme.blogspot.com/2009/04/there-will-be-tomorrow.html' title='There will be tomorrow'/><author><name>~Free&amp;lt;&amp;gt;Identity~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13010937794675847292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rVm9BFs4o9w/RvjoaUhSJTI/AAAAAAAAAAM/qrfpsryeuLc/s320/247043855_0109d17708.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6692618356267915429.post-6565498264816389735</id><published>2009-04-17T05:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T08:25:18.953-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='good news'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WTF'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rp'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NOT happy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='long post'/><title type='text'>Father</title><content type='html'>Why who doesn't love and respect their father.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noone right? But most do so because its a social norm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some parts of the post are going to sound dreary and HK-drama serial like, but heck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was a great day. Started off school fine, and the day was slack. There was the all important "Friendship Day", had physics, which is an eternal bore(what in the World is Cathode Ray CRO and Kinematics?), and we had PE, where i skipped my 2.4 pretest because i was "Sick". After recess, continued a class viewing of Erin Brokovich, which is a true masterpiece of modern flim(ok not really but its good).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, slacked around school and tried to build up stamina by running but never got to it. Had RP auditions, where numerous sec 1s and 2s came to try out. I'm not supposed to say anything(would be so rude). However the sec3s were tasked with the job of acting along with the auditionees , which i told we did quite badly at but nvm. Some good talented guys. Thats all i think. And a better turnout than I expected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that just screwed around with the always fantastic RP guys. Thing done included:&lt;br /&gt;a VERY violent pillow fight&lt;br /&gt;Trying to balance 7 people on 2 wobbly cresent shaped sponges&lt;br /&gt;Singing and Dancing and Acting&lt;br /&gt;Accents&lt;br /&gt;Answering Zac's queries since he was playing are u smarter than a 5th grader&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that had dinner with the family at the crazy ass tampines area. You know the one with 3 malls around one shopping mall? And it was peak period. So we had dinner, and we were walking back home (its only 1km) and then halfway thru the bus stop we see this old lady, the sort that collects cans, smells like poop and most probably has an unfillial son who cant give a shit. She most probably had sort of some rheumatic problem cuz she was limping quite badly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She fell from her walking stick. The cans she collected split on the floor and NOONE BLOODY HELPED HER UP. For 5 minutes my dad was in a moral dilemma. We were waiting for someone else to help her(as most singaporeans do). Noone did. Why, in a busy crowd, society doesnt seem to care if a frail old lady just collapse upon herself. WHY? I don't know if this problem is an sg one, but i think it is. We really need some slapping to wake us up from our moral slumber.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, Thank GOD (and morals)(and courage from my dad) my dad went up to the poor woman, helped her with her cans and picked her up. But she was wobbly and unstable, and she needed a hand to hold. My god the crowd looked at my dad as if he was wrong to help the woman. I was about to break out into a rant at the crowd but i kinda banished the thought. My dad, brave and unfazed, picked the woman up(and she smlt really bad btw, like bad yogurt), walked,or sortof lifted) her to the nearest coffe shop about 100meters away. Not a word of complaint from my dad. He sat her and bought her some food(my god was she bony).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Throught all this, I wanted to cry. In anger, sadness, and pure respect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A. WHY ARE THERE HOMELESS OLD WOMAN ON THE STREETS? WHERE ARE THE CHILDREN? WHY ISN"T THE GOVERNMETN DOING ANYTHING? FUCK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;b. Oh wow. This lady needs help. Wonder if Alicia Goh still has that friends of hers friend in social services.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;c. Dad. You da man. I mean, would u have the guts to help this lady in a crowd of people trying to kill each other to get the the buses, blocking ALL of them in the process, because u knew it was the right thing to do? i wouldn't. i dont have the guts. My dad does. *Bows in respect*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do I respect my father? yes. of course i do. the event speaks for itself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6692618356267915429-6565498264816389735?l=trystoppingme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trystoppingme.blogspot.com/feeds/6565498264816389735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6692618356267915429&amp;postID=6565498264816389735' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6692618356267915429/posts/default/6565498264816389735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6692618356267915429/posts/default/6565498264816389735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trystoppingme.blogspot.com/2009/04/father.html' title='Father'/><author><name>~Free&amp;lt;&amp;gt;Identity~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13010937794675847292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rVm9BFs4o9w/RvjoaUhSJTI/AAAAAAAAAAM/qrfpsryeuLc/s320/247043855_0109d17708.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6692618356267915429.post-8982758981265461112</id><published>2009-04-13T04:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T04:24:00.568-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happy'/><title type='text'>Another Ridiculous Read</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rVm9BFs4o9w/SeMgrCVxE-I/AAAAAAAAAEc/EHvlkIqBFXs/s1600-h/shawn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 303px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rVm9BFs4o9w/SeMgrCVxE-I/AAAAAAAAAEc/EHvlkIqBFXs/s400/shawn.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324135108216689634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its a chic book. It reads: I want to be Sedated&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Users/RICHAR%7E1/AppData/Local/Temp/moz-screenshot-2.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6692618356267915429-8982758981265461112?l=trystoppingme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trystoppingme.blogspot.com/feeds/8982758981265461112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6692618356267915429&amp;postID=8982758981265461112' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6692618356267915429/posts/default/8982758981265461112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6692618356267915429/posts/default/8982758981265461112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trystoppingme.blogspot.com/2009/04/another-ridiculous-read.html' title='Another Ridiculous Read'/><author><name>~Free&amp;lt;&amp;gt;Identity~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13010937794675847292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rVm9BFs4o9w/RvjoaUhSJTI/AAAAAAAAAAM/qrfpsryeuLc/s320/247043855_0109d17708.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rVm9BFs4o9w/SeMgrCVxE-I/AAAAAAAAAEc/EHvlkIqBFXs/s72-c/shawn.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6692618356267915429.post-6402460858639243799</id><published>2009-04-10T20:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T22:24:17.542-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='piles of homework'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='plans'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rp'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='oscars'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Must Watch'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hehe'/><title type='text'>The Importance of Being Earnest.</title><content type='html'>I went to watch the play "The importance of Being Earnest" yesterday night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was absolutely awesome. It was an all-male cast, I was seriously afraid that it would become an all out drag affair. It almost did at the beginning, but that was because the audience was squeamish, and the audience soon got desensitized and managed to look at the play the way it was. Which by the way was so many things that made so much sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will not type out a review, but real props to Mr Ivan Heng, whose portrayal was unbelievably convincing. His(or her) presence simply dominated the stage, and he brought the ensemble to a whole new level of energy. Not to mention he was hilarious too. Got his autograph haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also Oscar Wilde is a true genius for writing this script, which themes still holds true until now. Unlike Shakespeare and his totally out of touch Winter's Tale.&lt;br /&gt;Had fun with you all Rp guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK i will also use this post as a homework list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. English commentary and prepare of the in class assignment.&lt;br /&gt;2. history preparation for in class deabte(essay)&lt;br /&gt;3. Math Assignment.&lt;br /&gt;4. Chem equations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope to do at least one of these at the mugger group.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6692618356267915429-6402460858639243799?l=trystoppingme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trystoppingme.blogspot.com/feeds/6402460858639243799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6692618356267915429&amp;postID=6402460858639243799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6692618356267915429/posts/default/6402460858639243799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6692618356267915429/posts/default/6402460858639243799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trystoppingme.blogspot.com/2009/04/importance-of-being-earnest.html' title='The Importance of Being Earnest.'/><author><name>~Free&amp;lt;&amp;gt;Identity~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13010937794675847292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rVm9BFs4o9w/RvjoaUhSJTI/AAAAAAAAAAM/qrfpsryeuLc/s320/247043855_0109d17708.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6692618356267915429.post-9096683316315604572</id><published>2009-04-09T07:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T07:51:41.941-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='plans'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fail'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rp'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NOT happy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>ENT Specialist Treatment. Hell on Earth</title><content type='html'>So today was a harrowing experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever heard of rhinology? Neither have I haha. But i was introduced to the term while a black tube scope was stuffed up my nose. Heres the story:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school, i had to go down to KK hospital for a nose checkup. My nose had been sporadically bleeding so i decided i had to see a doctor. So i went to the doctor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i say hi to him. I tell him my problem and he says he needs to check the insides of my nasal cavity. How?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simple, we stuff a black tube with a camera up you nose!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So he sprays some anasthestic into each nostril thrice. Correction, he shoots jets of this into my nose. Uncomfortable. After awhile couldnt feel, smell or taste anything with my palates senses. So i thought it should be fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then his nurse takes out this monster of a tube. He says its really thin, but its the thickness of my little finger. Which is btw really fat. He stuffs it up both nostrils, TWICE. After that, i felt so relieved. Luckily it wasn't anything malicious, like a tumour in my nose os somthing, just sensitivity. Throughout this whole process, he was trying to talking to me, in a failed attempt of calming me down. He talked about rhinology, how he was an RI boy. I felt like telling him to shut up but then the tube would break in my nasal cavity the moment i opened my mouth. Bad thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never doing that again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IBE tmrw. haha. Hope its money well spent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;P.S. Cheer up clar. Its no use feeling sad for a git like Mook.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6692618356267915429-9096683316315604572?l=trystoppingme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trystoppingme.blogspot.com/feeds/9096683316315604572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6692618356267915429&amp;postID=9096683316315604572' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6692618356267915429/posts/default/9096683316315604572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6692618356267915429/posts/default/9096683316315604572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trystoppingme.blogspot.com/2009/04/ent-specialist-treatment-hell-on-earth.html' title='ENT Specialist Treatment. Hell on Earth'/><author><name>~Free&amp;lt;&amp;gt;Identity~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13010937794675847292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rVm9BFs4o9w/RvjoaUhSJTI/AAAAAAAAAAM/qrfpsryeuLc/s320/247043855_0109d17708.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6692618356267915429.post-6202815159584126359</id><published>2009-04-04T07:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T07:31:32.790-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happy'/><title type='text'>EPIC</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rVm9BFs4o9w/SddvLc4UJuI/AAAAAAAAAEU/9y95npNn314/s1600-h/epic.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rVm9BFs4o9w/SddvLc4UJuI/AAAAAAAAAEU/9y95npNn314/s400/epic.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320843727283168994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes. I am awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Users/RICHAR%7E1/AppData/Local/Temp/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Users/RICHAR%7E1/AppData/Local/Temp/moz-screenshot-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6692618356267915429-6202815159584126359?l=trystoppingme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trystoppingme.blogspot.com/feeds/6202815159584126359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6692618356267915429&amp;postID=6202815159584126359' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6692618356267915429/posts/default/6202815159584126359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6692618356267915429/posts/default/6202815159584126359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trystoppingme.blogspot.com/2009/04/epic.html' title='EPIC'/><author><name>~Free&amp;lt;&amp;gt;Identity~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13010937794675847292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rVm9BFs4o9w/RvjoaUhSJTI/AAAAAAAAAAM/qrfpsryeuLc/s320/247043855_0109d17708.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rVm9BFs4o9w/SddvLc4UJuI/AAAAAAAAAEU/9y95npNn314/s72-c/epic.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6692618356267915429.post-6187221317775167775</id><published>2009-04-03T20:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T20:13:15.892-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eye of the Tiger</title><content type='html'>Im usually into 80's music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although i'm not really a rock fan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when u put them together...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U get this TOTALLY PWNAGE SONG. this song owns. It has vocals, good lyrics(inspiring ha), good riffs, bass sounds great and its a classic! (first time i heard it was on the spongebob secret recipe episode haha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Mu9xx5Ri278&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&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/Mu9xx5Ri278&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;dun bother with the cheesy video.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6692618356267915429-6187221317775167775?l=trystoppingme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trystoppingme.blogspot.com/feeds/6187221317775167775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6692618356267915429&amp;postID=6187221317775167775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6692618356267915429/posts/default/6187221317775167775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6692618356267915429/posts/default/6187221317775167775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trystoppingme.blogspot.com/2009/04/eye-of-tiger.html' title='Eye of the Tiger'/><author><name>~Free&amp;lt;&amp;gt;Identity~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13010937794675847292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rVm9BFs4o9w/RvjoaUhSJTI/AAAAAAAAAAM/qrfpsryeuLc/s320/247043855_0109d17708.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6692618356267915429.post-7846157905281177268</id><published>2009-04-03T05:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T06:13:40.207-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tragedy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='good news'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fail'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rp'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NOT happy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wasting time'/><title type='text'>Emptyness(sp?) and creation</title><content type='html'>I don't Know. (heyhey line from the play. nvm. sorry)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been feeling all so empty after my SYF, since it took up my time and was basically the reason i looked forward to school. Halfway thru the first period in class, I would think of rehearsals. During recess, i would look forward to rehearsals.  basically, school was a time filler. Other cca friend felt syf was a pain and torture, but this production with rp was REALLY fun. it became like Tetrahydrocannabinol (THC), or cannbis haha, some addictive drug. Now is the cold turkey period i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that its over, theres NOTHING to look forward to. Life is back into a routine, and my post production blues are increasing exponentially.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people feel the worst effects of it immediately on the day after their play, but i dont.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mine increases to a tipping point and i turn really sad. like i would b really sensitive and down. and unmotivated. Haha but i'll grow out of it! And be happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right? Haiz. At least i found my true calling. Go RP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that i got THAT out. Yey MGs. I've seen,heard and read so much about your adventures. Haha i bet fonny is the creator of like 90% of them all. What do yall study?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And its been so long since i've chatted with 6/12... Aha i still rmbr my weird jumpshot facial reactions with yall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Good Luck Greg for your DI tmrw!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6692618356267915429-7846157905281177268?l=trystoppingme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trystoppingme.blogspot.com/feeds/7846157905281177268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6692618356267915429&amp;postID=7846157905281177268' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6692618356267915429/posts/default/7846157905281177268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6692618356267915429/posts/default/7846157905281177268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trystoppingme.blogspot.com/2009/04/emptynesssp-and-creation.html' title='Emptyness(sp?) and creation'/><author><name>~Free&amp;lt;&amp;gt;Identity~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13010937794675847292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rVm9BFs4o9w/RvjoaUhSJTI/AAAAAAAAAAM/qrfpsryeuLc/s320/247043855_0109d17708.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6692618356267915429.post-9080040247504367127</id><published>2009-03-31T06:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T06:59:09.831-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WTF'/><title type='text'>SYF</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6692618356267915429-9080040247504367127?l=trystoppingme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trystoppingme.blogspot.com/feeds/9080040247504367127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6692618356267915429&amp;postID=9080040247504367127' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6692618356267915429/posts/default/9080040247504367127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6692618356267915429/posts/default/9080040247504367127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trystoppingme.blogspot.com/2009/03/syf.html' title='SYF'/><author><name>~Free&amp;lt;&amp;gt;Identity~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13010937794675847292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rVm9BFs4o9w/RvjoaUhSJTI/AAAAAAAAAAM/qrfpsryeuLc/s320/247043855_0109d17708.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6692618356267915429.post-3479843272754293407</id><published>2009-03-28T19:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T19:13:38.788-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Proof  for Teachers = 0</title><content type='html'>Theres always evidence used to prove any theory, so heres some for the THEORY(mark, please, no offence meant its just for fun) of Teachers = O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By a certain tr:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;OK, this is the mini-task that you will need to accomplish over the March holidays - it's so mini that you will laugh and cry at the same time - with happiness. :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Firstly, you will have to go to &lt;a href="https://www.blogger.com/start"&gt;https://www.blogger.com/start&lt;/a&gt;. You will be prompted to create your blog and have to go through certain steps to get started on becoming a blogger. I've managed to create one too, and if I can do it (ahem!), then (almost) anyone can. Double LOL.(WTH???)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hey at least this tr gets a self awareness tick.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Next piece of evidence will be a sort of a mathematical proof. But its kinda offensive so if you wanna see it ask me for it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6692618356267915429-3479843272754293407?l=trystoppingme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trystoppingme.blogspot.com/feeds/3479843272754293407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6692618356267915429&amp;postID=3479843272754293407' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6692618356267915429/posts/default/3479843272754293407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6692618356267915429/posts/default/3479843272754293407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trystoppingme.blogspot.com/2009/03/proof-for-teachers-0.html' title='Proof  for Teachers = 0'/><author><name>~Free&amp;lt;&amp;gt;Identity~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13010937794675847292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rVm9BFs4o9w/RvjoaUhSJTI/AAAAAAAAAAM/qrfpsryeuLc/s320/247043855_0109d17708.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6692618356267915429.post-7232513874397441990</id><published>2009-03-21T21:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T21:37:54.928-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='plans'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rp'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='long post'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wasting time'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hehe'/><title type='text'>Time!</title><content type='html'>I have no time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My holidays are so tiring. Let me share with you my daily schedule for the last week:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday: RP Syf from like 7 to 2, Then went to YDSP ceremony. Back home at 6. Homework after homework. Slack then Sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday was great. At least I had free time to start on my physics and bio hw. The ydsp ceremony was memorable(and i'm kinda late about this post, but i was busy), the reception was fine and the guest of honours minster of def is TALL. And it felt great to wear a blazier and feel all prepped up. But my picture at the slideshow was so UGLY. They asked for a passport sized photo at the start of the process and i sent them my old one in P5! didnt know they were gonna show it to everyone...!The people there presenting were dedicated, though to say the least. Big shoutout HI to the girl sitting beside me! Thanks for the short chat,  made me feel less bored and nervous ,since the guy to my right was so hostile. Heres how it went with me and him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Hi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him: *silence*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Ok nvm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tueday: FREE DAY YEY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy to do nothing on that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday: Full day of drama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Started of with alot of groundwork for our props. We have to throw bricks at each other. Heavy, but i got used to it. ALOT of tightening of our play, at last, it looks like a piece of art now. Esp. liked our chereography for the battle scene, really fitting with the music. Ended at about 6 and justed chatted with RP ppl. Fun thing to do, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thurday: Prep For SCSF&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup. Prep. Took awhile but got the organisation down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday:SYF training in the morning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup. Again training. Spent afternoon slacking(again) with RP peeps. Went home to do homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday(yesterday): SCSF then SYF training for dram AGain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SCSF. Seemed really simple, the event, but then again it was great. Presentation to the judges, I felt, was mediocre and seemed really bad cuz we werent fluent or anything. there were 6 awards, 3 honarary and nickel(bronze), palladium(silver) and platinium(gold). When they annouced that the 3 honorary awards weren't for us, i almost knew we failed. Then the bronze wasn't ours either. But then we won silver!  I mean it was the shock of my life lol. Cool medal, and got vouchers to spend on presents for the sec 3 RP and daniel (Earth Wind and Water and earth). Shoutout to you all too. Drama was fun, but nobody got the name of the competition right. They kept saying SFFC and SSECF and all the acronyms BUT SCSF. Basically they made fun of the name of the competition. AND they were also surprised that I won. Training was great, our last run was tight, and felt very complete. Anyways after that had a very long dinner chat with Zhiyuan, Greg and Chia. Good times lol. Stood there just listening to the basker at J8. Hes a real pro.  Shoutout to the whole RP. and my science grp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weeks been busy. I need some rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow this sure is a long post&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6692618356267915429-7232513874397441990?l=trystoppingme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trystoppingme.blogspot.com/feeds/7232513874397441990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6692618356267915429&amp;postID=7232513874397441990' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6692618356267915429/posts/default/7232513874397441990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6692618356267915429/posts/default/7232513874397441990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trystoppingme.blogspot.com/2009/03/time.html' title='Time!'/><author><name>~Free&amp;lt;&amp;gt;Identity~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13010937794675847292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rVm9BFs4o9w/RvjoaUhSJTI/AAAAAAAAAAM/qrfpsryeuLc/s320/247043855_0109d17708.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6692618356267915429.post-6151587316663307013</id><published>2009-03-02T05:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T05:46:50.178-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='good news'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WTF'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rp'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wasting time'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hehe'/><title type='text'>ECSTASY(sp?)</title><content type='html'>I DID IT&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I DID IT&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I GOT THE YDSP SCHOLARSHIP!!! I CANT BELIEVE IT !!! I"M STILL READING JUST TO MAKE SURE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! YATTTAA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(THATS FOR AYJ WHO SAID ONLY SOMEONE WITH 4.7 COULD GET IT)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a separate note, RP is awesome. Its the only cca ive ever looked forward to, and the people there are great(most of the time), AND its some thing ive always wanted, ANd its fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in lalaland.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But not for long, cuz theres hist cct tmrw which i havent mugged for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(random post)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6692618356267915429-6151587316663307013?l=trystoppingme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trystoppingme.blogspot.com/feeds/6151587316663307013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6692618356267915429&amp;postID=6151587316663307013' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6692618356267915429/posts/default/6151587316663307013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6692618356267915429/posts/default/6151587316663307013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trystoppingme.blogspot.com/2009/03/ecstasysp.html' title='ECSTASY(sp?)'/><author><name>~Free&amp;lt;&amp;gt;Identity~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13010937794675847292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rVm9BFs4o9w/RvjoaUhSJTI/AAAAAAAAAAM/qrfpsryeuLc/s320/247043855_0109d17708.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6692618356267915429.post-3525301139275491584</id><published>2009-02-22T19:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T03:31:39.769-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tragedy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Math'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='piles of homework'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='plans'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='oscars'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Must Watch'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wasting time'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BEYONCE'/><title type='text'>Procrastination</title><content type='html'>I'm still watching the oscars. Why am I watching the damn oscars? I still have so much hw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just gonna use this blog as a to-do list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I've done(hehe linking park pun):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.Physics wrksht exercise 5&lt;br /&gt;2.chem diff. assignment on atomic structure&lt;br /&gt;3.chem assignment on Ionisation energy(subshell)&lt;br /&gt;4.Bio e-learning on DNA tech application&lt;br /&gt;5.read stuff on obAMa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfinished business&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;1. wrksht and classnotes 4 on wave properties&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;2.ss e-learning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;3.hist e-learning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;4.english narrative&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;/e-learning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;(must finish by today!!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;5.math e-learning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;6.chem e-learning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;7.Chinese elearning(ESSAY AHH DEATH)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BEYONCE WAS GREAT AT THE OSCARS OMFG SHES THE DIVA!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6692618356267915429-3525301139275491584?l=trystoppingme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trystoppingme.blogspot.com/feeds/3525301139275491584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6692618356267915429&amp;postID=3525301139275491584' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6692618356267915429/posts/default/3525301139275491584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6692618356267915429/posts/default/3525301139275491584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trystoppingme.blogspot.com/2009/02/procrastination.html' title='Procrastination'/><author><name>~Free&amp;lt;&amp;gt;Identity~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13010937794675847292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rVm9BFs4o9w/RvjoaUhSJTI/AAAAAAAAAAM/qrfpsryeuLc/s320/247043855_0109d17708.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6692618356267915429.post-9164689757894076676</id><published>2009-02-22T04:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T05:01:56.641-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tragedy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fail'/><title type='text'>Tragedy(again)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.oneplusyou.com/bb/blog_rating"&gt;&lt;img style="border: none;" src="http://www.oneplusyou.com/q/img/bb_badges/rated_pg.jpg" alt="OnePlusYou Quizzes and Widgets" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been very angry at life these few days. For example, last night while falling asleep i noticed how few good friends I had. And then i also realised how little i fit in anywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it occured to me. I wanted to be different. It has been a goal in life. It has worked until you told yourself you should try to fit in. And then it all came tumbling down. Be yourself, you two faced bitch. Don't you get it? Everytime you try, you fall deeper!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOD I'M RANTING TO MYSELF! ARRRGHHH&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6692618356267915429-9164689757894076676?l=trystoppingme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trystoppingme.blogspot.com/feeds/9164689757894076676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6692618356267915429&amp;postID=9164689757894076676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6692618356267915429/posts/default/9164689757894076676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6692618356267915429/posts/default/9164689757894076676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trystoppingme.blogspot.com/2009/02/tragedyagain.html' title='Tragedy(again)'/><author><name>~Free&amp;lt;&amp;gt;Identity~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13010937794675847292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rVm9BFs4o9w/RvjoaUhSJTI/AAAAAAAAAAM/qrfpsryeuLc/s320/247043855_0109d17708.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6692618356267915429.post-3401233415649702418</id><published>2009-02-13T02:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T03:12:37.447-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tragedy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='good news'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WTF'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='time waster'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rp'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hehe'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bored'/><title type='text'>Tagged. by ayj (very very late)</title><content type='html'>1: Besides your lips , where is your favourite spot to get kissed?&lt;br /&gt;what kinda question is this? ive only been kissed on the cheek, and it's great to be loved, esp. during valentines so i guess cheeks would b the answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2: How do you feel when you woke up this morning?&lt;br /&gt;Very dry and my nasal cavity was totally blocked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3: Who was the last person you took a photo with?&lt;br /&gt;Hmm i guess it would be mariah carey. wait hold on that was in my dreams so i guess it would be a family photo a few weeks ago lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4: Would you consider yourself to be spoiled?&lt;br /&gt;No. But i can be a real ***tard sometimes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5: Would you ever donate blood?&lt;br /&gt;I guess. But depends on how drunk i was and how much i felt indebted to the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6: Have you ever had a best friend who was of the opposite sex?&lt;br /&gt;... Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7: Do you want someone dead?&lt;br /&gt;Now? Yes. But its dormant so i guess it not much of a threat to whoever is reading this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8:What does your last text message say?&lt;br /&gt;Happy 13th of friday and valentines eve. :/. Wait i just got one while typing this: remember that there is SYF training for RP tmrw!!! (darn)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9:What are you thinking of right now?&lt;br /&gt;whether i'll get my YDSP scholarship and how bored i am to actually do this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10: Do you wish someone was with you right now?&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11: What time did you go to sleep last night?&lt;br /&gt;11.30~~++&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12: Where did you buy the T-shirt you are wearing now ?&lt;br /&gt;I got it as a handmedown from my neighbour lol. it's really tight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13: Is someone on your mind right now?&lt;br /&gt;erm. what kinda question is this again? yes i guess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14: Who was the last person to text you?&lt;br /&gt;zac teo saying to come to training tmrw lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 PEOPLE TAGGED TO DO THIS QUIZ(IDK if theyve already done since this is very late) :&lt;br /&gt;1.Kai Cong(update more lor, what happened to the drama you always talked about last time?)&lt;br /&gt;2. Kelson(get your blog up again plz)&lt;br /&gt;3. Bum :) (you may have done so many that i think you've done this)&lt;br /&gt;4. Tabby i guess?&lt;br /&gt;5.  Clar&lt;br /&gt;6.  hmm Joshua Ttc if you have a blog&lt;br /&gt;7.  Maybelle  if you have a blog&lt;br /&gt;8. Ryan (but your blog is dead so w/e)&lt;br /&gt;9. Yi Ming, if you update anymore&lt;br /&gt;10. Clare if you havent done it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15: Who is 2 having a relationship with? (kelson)&lt;br /&gt;hmm. =) nope can't figure it out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16: Is 3 a male or a female? (bum)&lt;br /&gt;korean &amp;amp; kinky. totally different catergorisically and hard to decide as well. see his candid fb photos to see what i mean =*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17: If 7 and 10 get together will that be a good thing?(maybelle and clare)&lt;br /&gt;As friends, yes. As anything else, nu huh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18: What is Number 1 studying about? (Kaicong)&lt;br /&gt;Now? I guess he's sick so get well soon but most probably geog or math or sumthing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19: When was the last time you had a chat with them?&lt;br /&gt;i think all within 1 month&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20: Is Number 4 single? (tabby)&lt;br /&gt;hm. IDK. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21: Say something about Number 2. (Kelson)&lt;br /&gt;hes. very bookwormy and also more imptantly malaysian&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22: What do you think about Number 3 and 6 being together?(bum and joshua)&lt;br /&gt;No way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23: Describe Number 9.&lt;br /&gt;He's very nice but so temperamental&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24: What will you do if Number 6 and 7 fight? (Joshuat and maybelle)&lt;br /&gt;erm. i have no idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25: Do you like Number 8? (Ryan)&lt;br /&gt;as a friend yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Name a friend from A-Z&lt;br /&gt;A-Ayj&lt;br /&gt;B- Bum&lt;br /&gt;C- Clare&lt;br /&gt;D- duggal&lt;br /&gt;E- edward(foo or tan)&lt;br /&gt;F- Fonny&lt;br /&gt;G-greg antono&lt;br /&gt;H- Hafeez? we're classmates but idk&lt;br /&gt;I- Irvin&lt;br /&gt;J-Jia Jin&lt;br /&gt;K-Kimberly&lt;br /&gt;L-Lim&lt;br /&gt;M-Mush&lt;br /&gt;N-Nick Neo&lt;br /&gt;O-Ong Junlin(cousin lol)&lt;br /&gt;P- does poh simon count&lt;br /&gt;Q- does quek theophilus count&lt;br /&gt;R- Richard&lt;br /&gt;S- Sanat. S people are rare&lt;br /&gt;T- Tabby&lt;br /&gt;U- wow. Really hard&lt;br /&gt;V-Viet!&lt;br /&gt;W-Wei Peng&lt;br /&gt;X- X?? who in the world? wait hold on Xie wan yu(fiona xie lol)&lt;br /&gt;Y- hmm. LEMME THINk. Yahweh?&lt;br /&gt;Z- yiZhuan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Can R&amp;amp;S be together in a boygirl relationship?&lt;br /&gt;no fking way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) How is L related to you?&lt;br /&gt;6/12 ^.^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Does Y know Z?&lt;br /&gt;yup. he's god&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) If C betrays you, will you kill Him/Her?&lt;br /&gt;most probably not, but if its something the magnitude of worldwide disaster i may consider.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) If K steals your boyfriend/girlfriend, what will you do?&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. Nah not possible&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) What if B tells you that he/she has a crush on you?&lt;br /&gt;Hehe. Very funny. Hes on an abstinence period AND maybe already has some1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) Will you and M get into a fight?&lt;br /&gt;A bitchfight maybe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) Who does R have a crush on?&lt;br /&gt;hmm. not the type. Lady gaga i guess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) If G call you a bitch, what will you do?&lt;br /&gt;Erm. Call him back?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11) What's the relationship between you and E?&lt;br /&gt;Good friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12) Who is I's best friend?&lt;br /&gt;the 2M people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13) Who does Z likes?&lt;br /&gt;Me ^.^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14) What color does Y likes?&lt;br /&gt;how am i supposed to know what god likes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15) Where does G lives?&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea. I guess in the middle of sg thats all i can guess out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16) Did you and C had a fight before?&lt;br /&gt;Minor tension thats all. No fights&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17) Who is H's Best Friend?&lt;br /&gt;I think Fadhli&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18) What can you say about T?&lt;br /&gt;Her emo post on her blog really scared me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19) What if W tells you that he/she has a crush on you?&lt;br /&gt;Thats impossible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20) Tag 10 People to do this Quiz  Done.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6692618356267915429-3401233415649702418?l=trystoppingme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trystoppingme.blogspot.com/feeds/3401233415649702418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6692618356267915429&amp;postID=3401233415649702418' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6692618356267915429/posts/default/3401233415649702418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6692618356267915429/posts/default/3401233415649702418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trystoppingme.blogspot.com/2009/02/tagged-by-ayj-very-very-late.html' title='Tagged. by ayj (very very late)'/><author><name>~Free&amp;lt;&amp;gt;Identity~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13010937794675847292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rVm9BFs4o9w/RvjoaUhSJTI/AAAAAAAAAAM/qrfpsryeuLc/s320/247043855_0109d17708.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6692618356267915429.post-4963149457440648317</id><published>2009-02-10T04:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T05:13:38.925-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tragedy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='good news'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fail'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hehe'/><title type='text'>Ranting?</title><content type='html'>I am in a point of my lfie when I am unable to decide what to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly. Mushrooms or cheese bread for supper. These are the painstaking heartwrenching decisions one has to make everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No but really, life has not been good for me. My CCA is in Shambles, because two core CCAs is not good for you. :/. Just joined Raffles Players(technically, but ive been doing drama since sec1), and SYF is coming up soon. Gym attendance is very much non existent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School is also bad. 3scihist was kinda a rushed decision. I am slightly doubting my choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, it has also just occured to me that I HAVE NO LIFE. ARRGH.&lt;br /&gt;EMO. ARGH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, in the midst of all this sorrow (&gt;.&lt;) , good news is that unknownst to me ,i was nominated for a scholarship called the YDSP (young defence scientists programme) scholarship. Interview tmrw!! -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now time to study for bio test, prepare for interview, do Chinese presentation, do math, prep for chem test, prep for RE. AHHHHH&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6692618356267915429-4963149457440648317?l=trystoppingme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trystoppingme.blogspot.com/feeds/4963149457440648317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6692618356267915429&amp;postID=4963149457440648317' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6692618356267915429/posts/default/4963149457440648317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6692618356267915429/posts/default/4963149457440648317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trystoppingme.blogspot.com/2009/02/ranting.html' title='Ranting?'/><author><name>~Free&amp;lt;&amp;gt;Identity~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13010937794675847292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rVm9BFs4o9w/RvjoaUhSJTI/AAAAAAAAAAM/qrfpsryeuLc/s320/247043855_0109d17708.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6692618356267915429.post-5923874725510534267</id><published>2009-02-01T06:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T06:39:18.559-08:00</updated><title type='text'>post 60 ^^</title><content type='html'>Whee HEE finally im at the 60th post. From now on i'll make regular updates. but they'll be short snippets and not long essays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quotes from yesteryear:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clar: I found that golden compass wasn't really as good as the book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shawn: Me too. They really played down the anti-religious theme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clar:.... Thats just because youre atheist. Its just you and Philip Pullman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shawn: You make us sound like a minority&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clar: You are a minority.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It went something like that. Very enlightening.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6692618356267915429-5923874725510534267?l=trystoppingme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trystoppingme.blogspot.com/feeds/5923874725510534267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6692618356267915429&amp;postID=5923874725510534267' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6692618356267915429/posts/default/5923874725510534267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6692618356267915429/posts/default/5923874725510534267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trystoppingme.blogspot.com/2009/02/post-60.html' title='post 60 ^^'/><author><name>~Free&amp;lt;&amp;gt;Identity~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13010937794675847292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rVm9BFs4o9w/RvjoaUhSJTI/AAAAAAAAAAM/qrfpsryeuLc/s320/247043855_0109d17708.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6692618356267915429.post-5755244709388695805</id><published>2009-01-02T06:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T06:32:43.239-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tragedy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fail'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>2009</title><content type='html'>hehe. Another back from the dead experience&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See the new year has been hilarious. small little things make it so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However my new class has really been quite unfriendly to me. Firstly, i have mr Jee as my ft. ENough said. Now im no racist but there are 13 malays in my class. the whole class will turn so clique-y, with socializing being top priority. MY GOD. Nvm that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will discuss more tragedies. First day planning was shit. there were long waits(those you experience at wedding dinner when waiting for the lovebirds). we waited a whole hour for activities to begin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;however, that said the RJ PRINCIPAL is a very fresh person. alot better than bobby koh =.=. Shes quite the speaker, and a new face for 2009.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i wont go down without a fight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a positive note, ive got new goals. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6692618356267915429-5755244709388695805?l=trystoppingme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trystoppingme.blogspot.com/feeds/5755244709388695805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6692618356267915429&amp;postID=5755244709388695805' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6692618356267915429/posts/default/5755244709388695805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6692618356267915429/posts/default/5755244709388695805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trystoppingme.blogspot.com/2009/01/2009.html' title='2009'/><author><name>~Free&amp;lt;&amp;gt;Identity~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13010937794675847292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rVm9BFs4o9w/RvjoaUhSJTI/AAAAAAAAAAM/qrfpsryeuLc/s320/247043855_0109d17708.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6692618356267915429.post-8495332892314492933</id><published>2008-12-11T04:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T04:15:06.219-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WTF'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crazy opera woman'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Must Watch'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bb6'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aria'/><title type='text'>Rock your socks off.</title><content type='html'>NOw i've been into listrening to crazy vocal shit these few months. Hear this: &lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;French soprano sings what is perhaps the highest note ever sung on video, or audio, for that matter. It is a real high Bb OVER high C(Bb6)!! You won't be able to watch it only once!! it is at 2:46, but i recommend you lower down the volume, or else your neighbours will think it a bloody alien.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/32hdZaQi4-I&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&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/32hdZaQi4-I&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" 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;Next is something closer to home but still impressive, at 0:46, nikki from msia idol, sings a scary stratospheric high note, a F6. nowhere close to the opera standard, but my gawd, it even had a vibrato to it. Notice that right after the note, 1 jugde mouthed the words:holy shit! with the appropriate facial reaction&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/YUst4t-gwxM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&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/YUst4t-gwxM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" 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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6692618356267915429-8495332892314492933?l=trystoppingme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trystoppingme.blogspot.com/feeds/8495332892314492933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6692618356267915429&amp;postID=8495332892314492933' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6692618356267915429/posts/default/8495332892314492933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6692618356267915429/posts/default/8495332892314492933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trystoppingme.blogspot.com/2008/12/rock-your-socks-off.html' title='Rock your socks off.'/><author><name>~Free&amp;lt;&amp;gt;Identity~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13010937794675847292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rVm9BFs4o9w/RvjoaUhSJTI/AAAAAAAAAAM/qrfpsryeuLc/s320/247043855_0109d17708.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6692618356267915429.post-4216267137086617952</id><published>2008-12-11T03:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T03:58:58.259-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tragedy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='time waster'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hehe'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bored'/><title type='text'>So very bored</title><content type='html'>So what happened a few days ago was that me &amp;amp; kaicong watched 4 christmases together at AMk hub.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehe. I laughed my tooth out. And im not kidding i thinking my left front tooth tried to kick away my bottom right tooth when i was choking on all the movie had to offer. That was very funky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now my favourite time wasters. This is from tabbies's blog, but i don't think she'll mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;Dear -someone-,I don’t really know how to tell you this, but (_1_).I think I realised it (_2_), (_3_) and I saw you (_4_) (_5_). I’m sure you’re (_6_) enough to understand (_7_). I’m returning (_8_) to you, but I’ll keep (_9_) as a memory. You should also know that I (_10_) and (_11_).(_12_),-Your name-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehe. here goes nothing. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Highlight to see the other optionsZ!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Calibri;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;1. What’s the colour of your shirt?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blue - Our romance is over&lt;br /&gt;Red- Our affair is over&lt;br /&gt;White – I’m joining the Convent&lt;br /&gt;Black - I dislike your eyelashes&lt;br /&gt;Green - Our socks don’t match&lt;br /&gt;Grey - You’re a pervert&lt;br /&gt;Yellow - I’m selling myself for candy&lt;br /&gt;Pink - Your nostrils are insulting&lt;br /&gt;Brown - The mafia wants you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;No shirt - You’re mean&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other - I’m in love with your cat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;2. Which is your birth month?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;January - That night you picked your nose&lt;br /&gt;February - Last year when you peed your pants&lt;br /&gt;March - When your dwarf bit me&lt;br /&gt;April - When I tripped on peanut butter&lt;br /&gt;May - When I threw up in your sock drawer&lt;br /&gt;June - When you put cuffs on me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;July – When you smacked my butt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;August - When I saw the purple monkey&lt;br /&gt;September - When we skinny dipped in the bathtub&lt;br /&gt;October - When I quoted Forest Gump&lt;br /&gt;November - When your dog humped my leg&lt;br /&gt;December - When I finally changed my underwear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;3. Which food do you prefer?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tacos - In your apartment&lt;br /&gt;Lasagna- In your car&lt;br /&gt;Pasta - Outside of your office&lt;br /&gt;Hamburgers - Under the bus&lt;br /&gt;Salad – As you were eating Kraft Dinner&lt;br /&gt;Chicken - In your closet&lt;br /&gt;Kebab - With Jean Chrétienv&lt;br /&gt;Fish - In a clown suit&lt;br /&gt;Sandwiches - At the Elton John concert&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;Pizza - At the mental hospital&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hot dog - Under a street light&lt;br /&gt;Annat - With George Bush and Stephen Harper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;4. What’s the colour of your socks?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yellow - Hit on&lt;br /&gt;Red - Insult&lt;br /&gt;Black - IgnoreBlue - Knock out&lt;br /&gt;Purple - Pour syrup on&lt;br /&gt;White - Carve your initials into&lt;br /&gt;Grey - Pull the clothes off&lt;br /&gt;Brown - Put whipped cream on&lt;br /&gt;Orange - Castrate&lt;br /&gt;Pink - Pull the pants off of&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;Barefoot - Sit on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other - Drive over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;5. What’s the colour of your undies?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Black - My boyfriend&lt;br /&gt;White - My father&lt;br /&gt;Grey – The Catholic Priest&lt;br /&gt;Brown – Your ‘My Little Pony’ collection&lt;br /&gt;Purple - My corned beef hash&lt;br /&gt;Red – My knee caps&lt;br /&gt;Blue - My salt-beef bucket&lt;br /&gt;Yellow - My illegitimate child in Ghana&lt;br /&gt;Orange - My Blink 182 cd&lt;br /&gt;Pink – The Montreal Canadian’s goalie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;None – My prized statue of Michael Jackson in the nude&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other - The elephant in the corner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;6. What do you prefer to watch on TV?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scrubs- Man&lt;br /&gt;O.C.- Emotional&lt;br /&gt;One Tree Hill- Open&lt;br /&gt;Heroes- Frostbitten&lt;br /&gt;Lost- High&lt;br /&gt;House- Sly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;Simpsons- Cowardly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The news- Scarred&lt;br /&gt;Idol - Masochistic&lt;br /&gt;Family Guy- Senile&lt;br /&gt;Top Model- Middle-class&lt;br /&gt;Annat- Ashamed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;7. Your mood right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy - How awful you are&lt;br /&gt;Sad - How boring you are&lt;br /&gt;Bored - That Santa doesn’t exist&lt;br /&gt;Angry - That your smell makes me vomit&lt;br /&gt;Depressed – That we’re related&lt;br /&gt;Excited - That I may pee my pants&lt;br /&gt;Nervous - The middle-east is planning their revenge on you&lt;br /&gt;Worried - That your Ford sucks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;Apathetic - That you need a sex-change&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ashamed - That I’m allergic to your earlobes&lt;br /&gt;Cuddly - That I get turned on by garbage men&lt;br /&gt;Silly - That there is no solution to you being a dumbkid&lt;br /&gt;Other - That your driving sucks (how should I describe this? Lets call it the 'after finishing MOI feeling'.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;8. What’s the colour of your walls in your bedroom?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;White - Your toe ring&lt;br /&gt;Yellow - Your love letters to me&lt;br /&gt;Red - Your Elton John poster&lt;br /&gt;Black - Your pet rock&lt;br /&gt;Blue - The couch cushions&lt;br /&gt;Green - The pictures from Vegas&lt;br /&gt;Orange - Your false teeth&lt;br /&gt;Brown - Your nose hair clippers&lt;br /&gt;Grey - Our matching snoopy underwear&lt;br /&gt;Purple - Your old New Kids on the Block blanket&lt;br /&gt;Pink - The cut toenails&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;Other - Your car&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;I have checkered walls... Like a chessboard black and white&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Calibri;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;9. The first letter of your first name?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A/B - Your photo with the moustache drawn on it&lt;br /&gt;C/D - The oil tank from your car&lt;br /&gt;E/F - Your neighbour’s dog&lt;br /&gt;G/H - My virginity&lt;br /&gt;I/J - The results of that blood-sample&lt;br /&gt;K/L - Your left ear&lt;br /&gt;M/N - Your suicide note&lt;br /&gt;O/P - My common sense&lt;br /&gt;Q/R - Your mom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;S/T - Your collection of butterflies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U/V - Your criminal record&lt;br /&gt;W/X – Your glass eye&lt;br /&gt;Y/Z - Your credit cards&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;10. The last letter in your last name?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A/B - Told my psychiatrist about the bruises&lt;br /&gt;C/D - Never will forget that night&lt;br /&gt;E/F - Always wanted to break your leg&lt;br /&gt;G/H – Hate your cooking&lt;br /&gt;I/J – Mocked you behind your back constantly&lt;br /&gt;K/L - Will tell the authorities that you did not steal that whale in the back yard&lt;br /&gt;M/N - Told in my confession today about the moose poaching&lt;br /&gt;O/P - Was interviewed about the car you stole&lt;br /&gt;Q/R - Always will remember the pep talks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;S/T - Get sick when I think of your feet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U/V - Will try to forget that you broke my heart&lt;br /&gt;W/X - Haven’t showered in a month&lt;br /&gt;Y/Z – Am better off without you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;11. What do you prefer to drink?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Water- Our friendship is ruined&lt;br /&gt;Beer – you should stop picking your nose&lt;br /&gt;Soft drink – I’m off to lead a new life as a lemon&lt;br /&gt;Soda – I will haunt you when I’m incarnated as an Eskimo&lt;br /&gt;Milk - The apartment building is on fire&lt;br /&gt;Wine – Thanks for the Cocaine&lt;br /&gt;Cider – I have a passionate interest for mice&lt;br /&gt;Juice – You ruined my attempts at another world war&lt;br /&gt;Mineral water – You should get that embarrassing rash checked&lt;br /&gt;Hot chocolate – Your Cucumber-fetishism is weird&lt;br /&gt;Whiskey - I love Oprah Winfrey&lt;br /&gt;Liquor - I chew on your earlobes while you sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;Other – I’m scratching my ass as you read this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;12. To which country would you prefer to go on a vacation?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thailand – Warm tingly sensations&lt;br /&gt;Australia - Best of luck on the sex-change&lt;br /&gt;England - Good luck in jail&lt;br /&gt;China – You make me sick&lt;br /&gt;Germany – Please don’t hurt me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;Japan - Go milk a cow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Greece - Your everlasting enemy&lt;br /&gt;USA - Greetings to your frog Leonard&lt;br /&gt;Egypt – Kiss my butt&lt;br /&gt;France – With tears of sadness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Spain - Go drown yourself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Before you go on. Don't ask why i am not wearing undies or a shirt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:Calibri;" &gt;Dear Jesus,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t really know how to tell you this, but you’re mean.I think I realised it when you smacked my butt at the mental hospital and I saw you sit on my prized statue of Michael Jackson in the nude. I’m sure you’re cowardly enough to understand that you need a sex-change. I’m returning your car to you, but I’ll keep &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;your collection of butterflies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:Calibri;" &gt; as a memory. You should also know that I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;get sick when I think of your feet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:Calibri;" &gt; and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;I’m scratching my ass as you read this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go Milk a Cow,&lt;br /&gt;Shawn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6692618356267915429-4216267137086617952?l=trystoppingme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trystoppingme.blogspot.com/feeds/4216267137086617952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6692618356267915429&amp;postID=4216267137086617952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6692618356267915429/posts/default/4216267137086617952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6692618356267915429/posts/default/4216267137086617952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trystoppingme.blogspot.com/2008/12/so-very-bored.html' title='So very bored'/><author><name>~Free&amp;lt;&amp;gt;Identity~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13010937794675847292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rVm9BFs4o9w/RvjoaUhSJTI/AAAAAAAAAAM/qrfpsryeuLc/s320/247043855_0109d17708.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6692618356267915429.post-1398397018811457013</id><published>2008-12-10T07:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T08:06:18.441-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Math'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Funerals'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fail'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chalet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hehe'/><title type='text'>Posting in the Afterlife</title><content type='html'>Yups. it's official. Shawn's blog is dead. What he is trying to do is and some funk into it so it relives. At the moment, however, the blog is dead, so condolensences are much appreciated at the CIA headquarters, where the pitiful blog was electrocuted in a sofa with bits of copper attched to it.&lt;br /&gt;*Bows head in reverance*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Onto today's funeral processions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CRV(Which stands for Cranky Repository Vehicle for those who don't understand)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dumbshits its a 2 day chalet with half of the former 6/12 + Kimberly, who i remembered as a short girl with didnt like veggies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okok it started off great, with random playing cards and teaching everyone(actually just slime and the girls) how to play bridge, taiti, hearts and playing a game of saboteur. Then came the much awaited barbayque.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it started to drizzle. Then drip. Then half of Yahweh's bodily reservoir came down upon us like a yellow river. We were trying to get a damn fire started!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fire Making Toolkit includes:&lt;br /&gt;Cow Shit&lt;br /&gt;Charcoal&lt;br /&gt;Butter and all sorts of animal oil&lt;br /&gt;Lighter fluid&lt;br /&gt;Slime, Shawn and Lim Jing blowing at the fire.(details coming)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the charcoal started to light up, no doubt in thanks to the light fluid brought by commando slime, me and him started to blow. At the fire, lah! we blew and huffed and blew the house down!! Hold on, that strike me as odd. Oh yes, we huffed and we puffed and created a blazing fireball in the middle of a monsoon downpour. I cannot reiterate how proud i, being a outside noob, created a fire in such conditions, along with the allmighty SlimeRambo, ofcourse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pah. then came night. Obviously no hanky panky, 6/12 is smarter than that. some ppl watched V for vendetta past midnight while i just slept. i slept for 3 hours then the noise gang raving aobut the movie came and disrupted my sleep. Pah. Then i slept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must say the next morning was a very fulfilling time. We walked to the beach, and saw what i thought was a mirage when i was told it was our motherly water selling neighbour. I scorned at that but looked forward to the sunrise anyway. But before that happens, I must say gate climbing is realling a career i'd like to get into. You see, the gate was supposed to open at 6, but we were there and it was locked shut. We got to the decision to climb over it. My being the gymnast i am, got to try first. It was relatively easy. I cannot say the same for clare. My god i was like a scene out of a vampire flick except the vampire was a gate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevermind that. After we figured that the sun was gonna show itself beside a bloody harbour, we decided to take jumpshots, which are like picture of you jumping for glee and apparently falling over. hehe. very bimbo, i thought, then we got to the point where i decided facial tics were fun to do. boy was i wrong. Some will understand me. I hope most won't&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to play cards again. Then came what scared to little shit outta me. Bowling. Seeming suburban and fun, but never done beofre by this guy called Shawn. Suprisingly, he had the best score... of 77. well it was a start and 3 strikes isn't THAT bad right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevermind, the day we invented something so great. The Fonthian counting system. Or was it Fonese. Nevermind. I wont reveal the details. But it does include wumbidil, which is indian for 9, you could have figured it out throught the bloody damn mrt message that keeps saying " wumbidil, wumbidil, wumbidil". And "ululullulululu", which stands for 11. We also tried out the mysterious ticking noise video, which i must say phailed so miserably that i can;t even say its a valiant effort. At least we had fun lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we watched poto. hehe if you don;t understand. An E6 made my day!!!! I love arias.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day i was stumped. I forgot everything that had happened on that day. Anyone fill me in?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got alot to say to keep this blog breathing . Its getting late. Tmr, maybe?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6692618356267915429-1398397018811457013?l=trystoppingme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trystoppingme.blogspot.com/feeds/1398397018811457013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6692618356267915429&amp;postID=1398397018811457013' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6692618356267915429/posts/default/1398397018811457013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6692618356267915429/posts/default/1398397018811457013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trystoppingme.blogspot.com/2008/12/posting-in-afterlife.html' title='Posting in the Afterlife'/><author><name>~Free&amp;lt;&amp;gt;Identity~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13010937794675847292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rVm9BFs4o9w/RvjoaUhSJTI/AAAAAAAAAAM/qrfpsryeuLc/s320/247043855_0109d17708.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6692618356267915429.post-7598776476164003260</id><published>2008-11-10T02:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T02:32:09.792-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Decisions</title><content type='html'>I did it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I clicked the buttoned the decides my future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i think i clicked wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope i can convey how worried i am about the results of my decision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gosh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well i guess its a video again then&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/tpiob85V8WM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&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/tpiob85V8WM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6692618356267915429-7598776476164003260?l=trystoppingme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trystoppingme.blogspot.com/feeds/7598776476164003260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6692618356267915429&amp;postID=7598776476164003260' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6692618356267915429/posts/default/7598776476164003260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6692618356267915429/posts/default/7598776476164003260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trystoppingme.blogspot.com/2008/11/decisions.html' title='Decisions'/><author><name>~Free&amp;lt;&amp;gt;Identity~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13010937794675847292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rVm9BFs4o9w/RvjoaUhSJTI/AAAAAAAAAAM/qrfpsryeuLc/s320/247043855_0109d17708.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6692618356267915429.post-6709713737415726299</id><published>2008-10-29T04:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T04:31:55.764-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tragedy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogskins'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rp'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dota'/><title type='text'>Tragedy</title><content type='html'>Ok I think most yall have heard of jennifer hudson's(jhud) sad case. Her brother, mother and nephew were murder in cold blood by someone. The police suspect her ex-brother in law. whatever the case, everyone's best wishes go to her(or at least act if you dont know who she is).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next tragedy. MY BLOGSKIN still looks like this. I want a new blogskin. Or at least teach my how to do it! SOON PLZ! As they say teach the man how to fish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next tragedy. Tmrw we will lan with Ms Tan. Now she doesnt look like the CS type, so i assume dota. Now I hope she is not too pro or else her, andre and ryan in one team will not lose to anyone. And terry is coming. I hope he can pull down a few pros so its more equal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough with tragedies. i auditioned for Raffles players and i think i made it.... Hope..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6692618356267915429-6709713737415726299?l=trystoppingme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trystoppingme.blogspot.com/feeds/6709713737415726299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6692618356267915429&amp;postID=6709713737415726299' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6692618356267915429/posts/default/6709713737415726299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6692618356267915429/posts/default/6709713737415726299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trystoppingme.blogspot.com/2008/10/tragedy.html' title='Tragedy'/><author><name>~Free&amp;lt;&amp;gt;Identity~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13010937794675847292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rVm9BFs4o9w/RvjoaUhSJTI/AAAAAAAAAAM/qrfpsryeuLc/s320/247043855_0109d17708.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6692618356267915429.post-8197918072597176238</id><published>2008-10-26T07:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T07:38:33.257-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Make it Happen</title><content type='html'>Alot of things have happened and I havent written down a single event.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. happy Deepavali!&lt;br /&gt;2. today's script writing was exhausting, however I managed to write down an idea I had in my head for a long time. and I felt good writing it. i hope i get somethin worth staging at the end of all this!&lt;br /&gt;3. addiction. why am i addicted to the mindless nonsense also known as dota? its so mindless! grr.&lt;br /&gt;4. movies:&lt;br /&gt;a) mamma mia was enjoyable, but mostly because i was laughing AT the production, not at the jokes they tried to pull off. The songs were well pulled off but my god who cheorographed their dances? the muppets? and peirce bosnan sounds like a pig.&lt;br /&gt;b)20th century boys is what i call the pinnacle of japanese movie making: comedy, tragedy and thriller all at the same time. and the transiutions were smooth. And i cant wait for the sequel!&lt;br /&gt;c) HSM3- why did i watch it. I was kinda dissapointed. The first two were alot better with better dances, acting and catchier songs. in fact i actually thought that this time, vocals were worse than usual. The only part of the movie i enjoyed was when sharpay and (???) did the I can have it all song were they dreamt about being famous. very cabaret. i oso liked it when vanessa was eating the strawberry, but not for any artistic reasons.&lt;br /&gt;5. music-Make it Happen by MC. its gospel driven but inspirational&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=H68QHeofUcU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/H68QHeofUcU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/H68QHeofUcU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6692618356267915429-8197918072597176238?l=trystoppingme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trystoppingme.blogspot.com/feeds/8197918072597176238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6692618356267915429&amp;postID=8197918072597176238' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6692618356267915429/posts/default/8197918072597176238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6692618356267915429/posts/default/8197918072597176238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trystoppingme.blogspot.com/2008/10/make-it-happen.html' title='Make it Happen'/><author><name>~Free&amp;lt;&amp;gt;Identity~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13010937794675847292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rVm9BFs4o9w/RvjoaUhSJTI/AAAAAAAAAAM/qrfpsryeuLc/s320/247043855_0109d17708.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6692618356267915429.post-328098789905969003</id><published>2008-10-21T05:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T06:05:48.768-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='guilty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthdays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogskins'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='posted in singlish'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='plans'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='end of eoys'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dota'/><title type='text'>Post 52</title><content type='html'>I have nothing to talk about again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;once again life is a monotonous cycle of...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wake up eat play go sch go out go training(can be ignored) go lan go home read book go dota go sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wake up eat play go sch go out go training(can be ignored) go lan go home read book go dota go sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I actually miss doing work. If fact i want the world to go thru some apocalypse where everyone has to fight to survive or sumthing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morbid tots lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister is such a bimbo at P2 lol. I showed her just stand up and she said miley's part was the best. I died deep inside. Shes become another disney freak. (New disney, not the old classic gd disney)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;warning some emo ranting next.(in singlish somemore so dun read)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been dotaing so much the last few days. Some good(pub game rikimaru kda: 8 ,2 ,15) some horrible (bryan 1 v1 lich riki game 0, 8). lol But overall its been fun.... btw wenwei and bryan happy birthday! and i feel pretty bad right now. cuz i kinda think ww treats me as a friend and i do too but when im like aorund the dota clique i ignore him(cuz they do too). and i talked behind his back. Wah im such a hypocrite.... i feel like hitting myself lol. oso esp when he shows magic tricks. like they are fun and all but sometimes abit out of place and boring. like when i doing math or talking to other ppl. quite random. but i will CHANGE AND BE NICER. I will not be a hypocrite. wait. wait a minute. nvm. Who wants to contribute for birthday presents for ww? to cover my guilt up. me and edward are thinking about gloves or some cool bag. but both cost alot. anyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and bryan actually turned nicer nowadays. maybe its just me. as in hes very nice and he not crazy anymore. like instance lar last time play heart i ask for seat he tell me fk off. nowadays he like wait awhile i play abit more. but i will not forget the raping and the step-on-cheek thing. but yar hes nicer nowadays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup now that thats done. Kaicong if your reading this blog maybe go out 2gether watch tainted skin? maybe bring along yiming and kelson? i dunno 2 ppl watch movie not fun. and i have heard gd things about the movie. So up for it? reply soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw anyone from 6/12, when is our class chalet or isit stopped or sumthing. someone please reply soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Bumsoo when can you help me with the blogskin.? ..... tagging appreciated&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6692618356267915429-328098789905969003?l=trystoppingme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trystoppingme.blogspot.com/feeds/328098789905969003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6692618356267915429&amp;postID=328098789905969003' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6692618356267915429/posts/default/328098789905969003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6692618356267915429/posts/default/328098789905969003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trystoppingme.blogspot.com/2008/10/post-52.html' title='Post 52'/><author><name>~Free&amp;lt;&amp;gt;Identity~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13010937794675847292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rVm9BFs4o9w/RvjoaUhSJTI/AAAAAAAAAAM/qrfpsryeuLc/s320/247043855_0109d17708.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6692618356267915429.post-9024285435303901271</id><published>2008-10-11T20:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T21:01:38.610-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogskins</title><content type='html'>*thinks*&lt;br /&gt;*focuses*&lt;br /&gt;*ponders*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conclusion: My blog looks like a turd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is very very ugly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conclusion2: Can someone teach me how to get pretty blogskins like Fonny's or Bumsoo's?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As everyone knows I live in the stone age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I REALLY NEED ALOT OF HELP I DUN EVEN KNOW WHERE TO START!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Technicalities: The howto of blogskins on blogspot&lt;br /&gt;2. Design: I want something with Mariah Carey~~!(jk, but that would be a bonus)&lt;br /&gt;3. Some more links, my god this blog is isolated&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Help or advice would be appreciated on the tagboard on the right &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6692618356267915429-9024285435303901271?l=trystoppingme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trystoppingme.blogspot.com/feeds/9024285435303901271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6692618356267915429&amp;postID=9024285435303901271' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6692618356267915429/posts/default/9024285435303901271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6692618356267915429/posts/default/9024285435303901271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trystoppingme.blogspot.com/2008/10/blogskins.html' title='Blogskins'/><author><name>~Free&amp;lt;&amp;gt;Identity~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13010937794675847292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rVm9BFs4o9w/RvjoaUhSJTI/AAAAAAAAAAM/qrfpsryeuLc/s320/247043855_0109d17708.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6692618356267915429.post-3910652897224570373</id><published>2008-10-10T20:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T20:24:47.369-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Posting for the sake of it</title><content type='html'>there is actually alot to post about .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, Lit and HCL EOYS are over. Always a relief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, Math stands in my way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, the darn subject combo decision I have to make.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its one of these 3:  2 Humans 2 Sciences ( Lithistchembio)&lt;br /&gt;                                 3 Sciences 1 human     (3scilit)&lt;br /&gt;                                 3 Sciences 1 human     (3scihist)&lt;br /&gt;                                 I really cannot decide. SO.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its bugging me so much that i'm gonna make a list. (I categorise alot. Even friends. Sorry if that offends)&lt;br /&gt;I am gonna group friends under one of 5 categories: Enemies, I say "hi" to, Friends, Gdfriends , Vgdfriends and/or BFF&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I'll make a list of whos taking what. And then tada! Since I can't make a decision, my parents can't make a decision, career options are great for all of the above, friends will make the decision.!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now on to categorising ppl. My god this is gonna take awhile....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wish me luck&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6692618356267915429-3910652897224570373?l=trystoppingme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trystoppingme.blogspot.com/feeds/3910652897224570373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6692618356267915429&amp;postID=3910652897224570373' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6692618356267915429/posts/default/3910652897224570373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6692618356267915429/posts/default/3910652897224570373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trystoppingme.blogspot.com/2008/10/posting-for-sake-of-it.html' title='Posting for the sake of it'/><author><name>~Free&amp;lt;&amp;gt;Identity~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13010937794675847292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rVm9BFs4o9w/RvjoaUhSJTI/AAAAAAAAAAM/qrfpsryeuLc/s320/247043855_0109d17708.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6692618356267915429.post-6787657095185580612</id><published>2008-10-03T03:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T05:23:30.265-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Goals</title><content type='html'>Important stuff in this post. Also just a bit of ranting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goals&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-GPA  (approx. 3.63)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EL and Lit: 4&lt;br /&gt;Geography: 3.6&lt;br /&gt;History: 4&lt;br /&gt;Chinese 3.6&lt;br /&gt;Math: 3.2&lt;br /&gt;Science: 3.6 (or 4 if im ambitious)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. My chances for my target GPA of 3.6 are very high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Braces&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh. I need them. 1. cuz ppl are beginnin to make fun of it 2. Its actually so popped out its beginning to hurt my upper lip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Career&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHHHH. My mum wants me to be a friking doctor. WHY? Biology is my weakest Science, AND I have no interest. We got into a 1 hr fight just because I HINTED that I wanted to be a lawyer, or researcher. Then my mum turn so angry and her face turned red and and she got all flustered....&lt;br /&gt;Aiyaaaaaaa. Screw society.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-RA or even just Subject combo prbs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dunno. Hist or Lit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why hist- I've always liked it alot. Ive never scored solid 4s, but I've always loved it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why Lit- I got 4s this year AND I liked it. Then the whole essay writing thing began. I got 13/25 for my first essay. My god was I devastated. Then came the individual essay test in which I got 19/25 which made me love lit again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Btw, read yur post YJ and I know what yur going thru. I got the bullshit frm some friends too. Just stick with 1 close friend and trust in YURSELF. Everything will be fine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6692618356267915429-6787657095185580612?l=trystoppingme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trystoppingme.blogspot.com/feeds/6787657095185580612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6692618356267915429&amp;postID=6787657095185580612' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6692618356267915429/posts/default/6787657095185580612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6692618356267915429/posts/default/6787657095185580612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trystoppingme.blogspot.com/2008/10/goals.html' title='Goals'/><author><name>~Free&amp;lt;&amp;gt;Identity~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13010937794675847292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rVm9BFs4o9w/RvjoaUhSJTI/AAAAAAAAAAM/qrfpsryeuLc/s320/247043855_0109d17708.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6692618356267915429.post-1273245827938977927</id><published>2008-09-09T05:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T05:05:15.929-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Good News.</title><content type='html'>I am just here to celebrate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our RE grp got Gold for SBSMP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got Distinction for AMC(not much but good for a math noob likes me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23/25 for geog CCT. Wow. Better than 17/25 last time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17.5/18 for MATH PT. WTF&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope history results tmrw prove to be good too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UPDATES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was full of ups and downs. Found out I got in RE FINALS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also got 14/15 for history CCt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But darn. I am in deep trouble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bah. Can't be bother to explain.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6692618356267915429-1273245827938977927?l=trystoppingme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trystoppingme.blogspot.com/feeds/1273245827938977927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6692618356267915429&amp;postID=1273245827938977927' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6692618356267915429/posts/default/1273245827938977927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6692618356267915429/posts/default/1273245827938977927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trystoppingme.blogspot.com/2008/09/good-news.html' title='Good News.'/><author><name>~Free&amp;lt;&amp;gt;Identity~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13010937794675847292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rVm9BFs4o9w/RvjoaUhSJTI/AAAAAAAAAAM/qrfpsryeuLc/s320/247043855_0109d17708.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6692618356267915429.post-1078960313134256188</id><published>2008-09-08T06:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T05:03:19.786-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Stand Up</title><content type='html'>So what we've had recently is a string of pop culture influencing shits.&lt;br /&gt;I like it. Britney's sane again (Vma 2008)and 15 stars sang on one stage for cancer(Stand up for cancer live). The world looks happier. Until you read my review( at least if you choose to)&lt;br /&gt;I can't really be bothered with the grammar,syntax of the post cuz i really dun care... So clare forgive me for my bad english&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little intro..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Charity single by all-star female artists.&lt;br /&gt;Watch the live performance Sept. 5/08 during the "Stand Up to Cancer" charity event on ABC, CBS and NBC.&lt;br /&gt;Download Sept. 2 on iTunes&lt;br /&gt;Written by: Kenneth "Babyface" Edmonds &amp;amp; Ronnie Walton&lt;br /&gt;Produced by: Kenneth "Babyface" Edmonds, Antonio "L.A." Reid&lt;br /&gt;Sung by: Mariah Carey, Mary J. Blige, Beyonce Knowles, Ashanti, Keyshia Cole, Ciara, Miley Cyrus, Fergie, Rihanna, Leona Lewis, Natasha Bedingfield, Sheryl Crow, Melissa Etheridge, LeAnn Rimes and Carrie Underwood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So b4 you get to it. Have a little listen to the studio and live versions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/tfbxxd01mzk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/tfbxxd01mzk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Mr5mvNPyV1I&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Mr5mvNPyV1I&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I have alot to say. I will only talk about the live version, cuz the studio one doesn't matter, it's edited. Also, I will concentrate on vocals and on a separate note Beyonce's beehive is hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assuming you watched both versions, you will obviously noticed mariah's voice has deteriorated. In the studio she can pull of a good D5 belt but in live she has to go back to her falsetto(*head voice) and she cant do her whistles anymore those were playback.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok lets see. Some artist you may nvr heard of but i'll just give didactic pointers on who is who.&lt;br /&gt;(Rmbrs live version only)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mariah- Good but could have been WAY better. She was stoning throughout the whole thing. She had no emotion and not to mention she looked constipated. She has no stage presence and is totally not a good sport.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beyonce- Hairdo. And wow shes quite a singer nowadays. Abit fake but such a strong stage presence. Not to mention shes got quite a set of pipes. Most importantly, shes no longer stealing the limelight unnecessarily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mary J Blige(Black lady with the blonde hair)- WOW. best performer of the night. Strong vocals, emotive and not to mention could hold her high notes*cough Cough Mariah*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ashanti- Did she even sing? She was left of Natasha B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keysha Cole- She fitted with the Divas. Shes the one beside fergie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miley Cyrus- Oh haha. This one is hilarious why did they clap when she sang? Comparing Rihanna to Miley is like comparing Heaven to bullshit. She sounded SO weird and she looked so happy when by rights she was supposed to look guilty for screwing up a perfectly fine song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fergie- Kinda rough vocal, but good on overall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rihanna- Congrats, from ella I cant spell rihanna, youve turned into emotive and innovative rihanna. Seriously, she could hold her ground and she now has a nice timbre, though still sounds abit thin and forced. She also has good vocal control.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leona- Amazing vocals, but really was with all the ad libing we didnt need that just do your part. Also, I just find that her voice is very frail, gentle, but sounds like shes singing through her nose of sumthing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Natasha- KUDOS You managed to pull off an octave change and make it sound good. Did you see Nicole's face when she did her little belt. AWESOME She has a siren voice and needs more lines. And songs that show off more vocals from her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carrie- Good as usual but not really impactful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nicole- She can do way better. I think she had a soar throat or sumthing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rmbr to check out the VMAs. Oh wait their over. Check out videos of the VMA performances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&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/6692618356267915429-1078960313134256188?l=trystoppingme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trystoppingme.blogspot.com/feeds/1078960313134256188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6692618356267915429&amp;postID=1078960313134256188' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6692618356267915429/posts/default/1078960313134256188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6692618356267915429/posts/default/1078960313134256188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trystoppingme.blogspot.com/2008/09/just-stand-up.html' title='Just Stand Up'/><author><name>~Free&amp;lt;&amp;gt;Identity~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13010937794675847292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rVm9BFs4o9w/RvjoaUhSJTI/AAAAAAAAAAM/qrfpsryeuLc/s320/247043855_0109d17708.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6692618356267915429.post-489306799970761075</id><published>2008-08-30T23:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T00:36:31.922-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wall-E,Trs DaY, An absolutely  awkward tr,Truth or Dare, and YSC</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;*cough, cough*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WALL E is the best pixar animation&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;EVA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to do a review. It will be very VERY boring. Skip or die of Boredom. Only I can take my own rambling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Wall E (calling it WE from now on) is the BEST pixar movie. Why? In a *short* concise statement, it is able to capture the attention of masses through the themes of love, courage, the environment yet upon deeper reflection allow us to ponder upon the theme that is core to human society - the human condition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The human condition, hard to explain yet evidently changing in our everyday lifes, is the true core of the movie. WE himself has developed a human personality, and what does he do with it? He practically saves the humans themselves from eternal devolution. In the Axiom, The human being has lost it's human sense and touch and spirit, and it is so ironic that the human spirit is restored by a robot, who is able to love and care. It really leaves you to think whether we really will become like that, and in a sense its like 1984(by George Orwell). It is of course put in a more happy and light setting but the basics of the theme of human devolution stay the same, that humans have lost their sense of curiosity and free thought , some even their instincts, yet the rediscovering of it is what makes this movie great. (In 1984 the human spirit devolves eternally but whateva)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After pondering, you notice that the movie is not only deep and complex, yet it appeals to what humans need the most. Love. Always proclaimed but never meant. This movie achieves something so immensely simple that touches the depth of our hearts. It shows love, and it shows that love can occur through any form or channel, and it is cliche, but the WE and EVA love is simply touching. Also, who will forget the scenes where WE touches into his HUMAN curiosity and plays around with the fire extinguisher, cube and the bra, eh? Also, the scene where the captain stands up. Triumphant and hilarious, a well crafted, well thought, and well meant dramedy, which is also deep and meaningful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;There, I'm done. Now on to the checklist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets see....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teachers day I went our with P6/12 to watch Wall-E. Got to see many old classamates again.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing has changed. Nothing. A few voice breaks, a few inches of growth. But nothing. Everyones persona is still the same. Yu Jian with his lame jokes, eddy foo with his posiness(hold on thats a little different but whateva), me with my craziness, tabs with her cooking, clar with her.....Oh you get the point. Wall was great even though i already watched it i loved it so much i had to watch it again. Truth or dare was lame. NOthing compared to what is done in 2P but a few awkward things were said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Onto 2P.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear LSH is a natural comedianne.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enactment......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bryan and Edward Tan and Elwin: *chat chat* *fafafafaf* *talk talk*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LSH: Junxian you yao shuo ze me duo ni jiu gei wo chu qu. ba ni de lian tie zai men shang.&lt;br /&gt;(Bryan since you wanna talk so much go outside and plaster your face onto the door window)&lt;br /&gt;Junyi he jinxian gei wo shan zai ke shi de liang pang&lt;br /&gt;(Elwin and Edward stand at the corners of the class room)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Lesson goes on*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Bryan's face goes missing*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*LSH notices only after 10 mins, and after students tell her*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*She gives shocked and angry fack*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Walks to door to open it and scold Bryan*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here comes the anti climax&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*holds door knob*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then she open the door, but the door is jammed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Struggles really bad*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Ping Bom Pijg BOm*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Silence*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 2 mins noone helps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 3 mins class ****** Jlee helps her with the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAH. She was so pathetic at that moment. Got to give her credit for teching thou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im almost done with my long post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets see..... o yeh Truth or Dare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When 2P plays it, we are bound to get into trouble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;memmorable Dares&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terry- take off shirt and run from one exit of classroom to other exit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terry- Sit on Bennett(nuff said)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bryan- Hop around level like crazy bunny and door on every door like milkmaid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unlucky people lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truths are boring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FINALLY THE LAST POST.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Youth Science Conference coming soon. Hope we win something. We already got an Science Youth Festival (SYSF) bronze and best oral presentation, hope we get like more trophies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember, listen to "Just Stand Up" by a myriad of talented singers in a campaign for cancer treatment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You Dont gotta be a prisoner in your mind- Mary J. Blige in Just stand Up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6692618356267915429-489306799970761075?l=trystoppingme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trystoppingme.blogspot.com/feeds/489306799970761075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6692618356267915429&amp;postID=489306799970761075' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6692618356267915429/posts/default/489306799970761075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6692618356267915429/posts/default/489306799970761075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trystoppingme.blogspot.com/2008/08/wall-etrs-day-absolutely-awkward.html' title='Wall-E,Trs DaY, An absolutely  awkward tr,Truth or Dare, and YSC'/><author><name>~Free&amp;lt;&amp;gt;Identity~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13010937794675847292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rVm9BFs4o9w/RvjoaUhSJTI/AAAAAAAAAAM/qrfpsryeuLc/s320/247043855_0109d17708.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6692618356267915429.post-9000939501113745261</id><published>2008-08-06T04:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T05:12:40.092-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Woohooo</title><content type='html'>I finally posting again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have alot to talk about. Firstly, Er Min.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Woah, I personally like to name her Busty Seaweed Wrap dipped in Sarcastic Mango Sauce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made that up. But nevermind. I was complaining in class about how life is unfair and how dramafeste is screwing my studies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she look and stared at me and then did this operatic thing and sang "LIFE's UNFAIR(with a little vibrato at the end)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was like WTF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she likes to make these off colour jokes. But nevermind that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, Studies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh YES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I so happy. As most should know i got like 2.4 for chinese last year. So imagine the happiness with PR1 GPA is 3.6 and you get 38/50 for CCT.  Also, 4.0 for English!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woohooo! I love the WORLD! FAFAFFAFAFAFFAFFA RHUBARB WALALALAL, HUALA HULEI HUALA! TETHER TETHER! RHUBARBABABAB!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. That was weird. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thirdly, Dramafeste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much to say cept we did our bests. Also, post production blues. Happens every time you are a cast. Also, alot of new friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, softball Ri team. Good job on beating the montford aholes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little comedy for the day. WATCH IT! It's really some smashing Britsh humour thats unassuming, strong and well done. You may not get some jokes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/pakvWy8I59A&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/pakvWy8I59A&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/glOkTeNtSJs&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/glOkTeNtSJs&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/yB50zI_c5qA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/yB50zI_c5qA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9Sql9WLlUnw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9Sql9WLlUnw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&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;P.S. Bryan Seethor! Stop freakin raping me. I admit I can't fight back and I'm a weak wuss when it comes to all out C88k grabbing brawls(hey that allierates). Ok?! Now the whole class thinks i'm submissive or somthing cuz I dun fight back when I can. Which is not true cuz when you attack and grapple like sum fucking crazy shit fuck darwin monkey.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6692618356267915429-9000939501113745261?l=trystoppingme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trystoppingme.blogspot.com/feeds/9000939501113745261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6692618356267915429&amp;postID=9000939501113745261' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6692618356267915429/posts/default/9000939501113745261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6692618356267915429/posts/default/9000939501113745261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trystoppingme.blogspot.com/2008/08/woohooo.html' title='Woohooo'/><author><name>~Free&amp;lt;&amp;gt;Identity~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13010937794675847292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rVm9BFs4o9w/RvjoaUhSJTI/AAAAAAAAAAM/qrfpsryeuLc/s320/247043855_0109d17708.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6692618356267915429.post-419556168146749874</id><published>2008-07-11T03:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T06:53:38.919-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wish me well..</title><content type='html'>AHHH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is National literature festivals. Round one of poetry slam. Wish me good luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And on a side note theres also dramafeste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhhh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish me well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol. Sry for short post I'm very afraid right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damit, we couldn't take part in the slam. Looks like we have to wait till next time, around october for the last slam prelims&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6692618356267915429-419556168146749874?l=trystoppingme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trystoppingme.blogspot.com/feeds/419556168146749874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6692618356267915429&amp;postID=419556168146749874' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6692618356267915429/posts/default/419556168146749874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6692618356267915429/posts/default/419556168146749874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trystoppingme.blogspot.com/2008/07/wish-me-well.html' title='Wish me well..'/><author><name>~Free&amp;lt;&amp;gt;Identity~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13010937794675847292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rVm9BFs4o9w/RvjoaUhSJTI/AAAAAAAAAAM/qrfpsryeuLc/s320/247043855_0109d17708.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6692618356267915429.post-8647580368568685195</id><published>2008-06-14T07:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-14T07:11:57.252-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Holiday Boredom</title><content type='html'>And so i turned to AI talking bots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really interest. Just google AI talking bots and you'll get a few. Many dumb ones but helps you pass time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am also gonna rant about my favourite singer.Leave if you don't enjoy raw, overwhelming and almost scary vocals.&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;Ok. Christina Aguilera! OMFG she sang with the rolling stones. And looking at the video below i bet you they were on cocaine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7e4dOi46wa0&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7e4dOi46wa0&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6692618356267915429-8647580368568685195?l=trystoppingme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trystoppingme.blogspot.com/feeds/8647580368568685195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6692618356267915429&amp;postID=8647580368568685195' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6692618356267915429/posts/default/8647580368568685195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6692618356267915429/posts/default/8647580368568685195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trystoppingme.blogspot.com/2008/06/holiday-boredom.html' title='Holiday Boredom'/><author><name>~Free&amp;lt;&amp;gt;Identity~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13010937794675847292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rVm9BFs4o9w/RvjoaUhSJTI/AAAAAAAAAAM/qrfpsryeuLc/s320/247043855_0109d17708.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6692618356267915429.post-8477364703429737107</id><published>2008-05-30T04:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T04:44:13.823-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SHARON STONE YOU BITCH</title><content type='html'>Yar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You heard me right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the shit she said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/jRqJBic2jM4&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/jRqJBic2jM4&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm usually not this pissed. Even as a Chinese who cant really  read Chinese(the China newspaper is a challenge). I am Pissed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrite Sharon Stone you are a heartless moron.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heres her logic:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;China ain't nice to Tibet&lt;br /&gt;China ain't nice to The Dalai Lama&lt;br /&gt;China deserves the Earthquake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HOLD UP BITCH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Lets see...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tibet belongs to China,&lt;br /&gt;GETS HUNDREDS OF TOURISTS BOOSTING ECONOMY EVERY SINGLE F**KING YEAR&lt;br /&gt;GETS SOME FORM OF GOVERNMENT, IF NOT THEY WOULD BE A DARN THEOCRACY&lt;br /&gt;(RELIGIOUS GOVERNMENT? WE'VE SEEN WHAT THAT DOES)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What bad is it in there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I hate to say this but China deserves alot more pity then the Tibetians&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Althought China should really loosen up on the anti-religion laws)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean even the Burmese deserve more credit for surviving decades of Junta oppression, with Genocides of 200k people and total lack of human rights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tibetians got 15 years of laxed anti-buddhist laws.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOW. I mean what are the tibetians? Jihadeers?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides, its not the Chinese PEOPLES fault, its the Government's fault.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT!I guess Karma does exist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we all can see Dior has dropped her as her spokesperson(thats millions a year lol),  shes NEVER going back into China (They hold grudges really well), Shes not had a single good movie at any award in nearly a decade, and Modelling? What modelling?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darn. I haven't got so emo in awhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well, cheer myself up with some Anti-Religious ranting in the comfort of my bed while reading a book about Divorce, Rape and Death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&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/6692618356267915429-8477364703429737107?l=trystoppingme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trystoppingme.blogspot.com/feeds/8477364703429737107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6692618356267915429&amp;postID=8477364703429737107' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6692618356267915429/posts/default/8477364703429737107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6692618356267915429/posts/default/8477364703429737107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trystoppingme.blogspot.com/2008/05/sharon-stone-you-bitch.html' title='SHARON STONE YOU BITCH'/><author><name>~Free&amp;lt;&amp;gt;Identity~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13010937794675847292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rVm9BFs4o9w/RvjoaUhSJTI/AAAAAAAAAAM/qrfpsryeuLc/s320/247043855_0109d17708.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6692618356267915429.post-5383384973001861087</id><published>2008-05-20T05:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T05:32:56.344-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Scare of My Life.</title><content type='html'>B4 anything happens, lets get this straight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shawn = Not Good Swimmer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shawn= Aquaphobic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrite with that settled I'll get on with my anecdote.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was swimming lesson and I went to the beginner's pool....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again. I just learnt how to swim in P6 and im still not good at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Water, the one thing I am petrified of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other phobias r minor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hated being submerged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yes I was swimming and i learnt the backstroke and it was really fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then i try to do it in the big pool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which at the middle and most deepest is 2.4m (?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i swim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then my right leg cramps (badly)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i try to turn back but instead i flip underwater&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 times and i kick my own face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by now im really running out of air then THANK GOD the lifeguard came&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well all that happened in seconds but it seemed like hours....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If he didnt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in a few minutes you'd be expecting to visit my funeral&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the dumb thing was the whole time i was able to breathe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wretched leg nearly killed me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;darn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im glad to be alive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;come to think of it this is the 3rd time i should be dead but still live&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was 6 and had pneumonia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 was 9 and had a car accident (a really bad one, 100 km/h&amp;amp; concussion ring a bell ?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im lucky to be alive (have i said that?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well in just glad to able to live&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may convert to religion becuase of these emo flashbacks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just Glad&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6692618356267915429-5383384973001861087?l=trystoppingme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trystoppingme.blogspot.com/feeds/5383384973001861087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6692618356267915429&amp;postID=5383384973001861087' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6692618356267915429/posts/default/5383384973001861087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6692618356267915429/posts/default/5383384973001861087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trystoppingme.blogspot.com/2008/05/scare-of-my-life.html' title='The Scare of My Life.'/><author><name>~Free&amp;lt;&amp;gt;Identity~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13010937794675847292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rVm9BFs4o9w/RvjoaUhSJTI/AAAAAAAAAAM/qrfpsryeuLc/s320/247043855_0109d17708.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6692618356267915429.post-7416846444829921373</id><published>2008-05-18T01:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T01:29:07.351-07:00</updated><title type='text'>StarBuck's Sexy Siren Seductress</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_rVm9BFs4o9w/SC_mfwbnpII/AAAAAAAAADE/u0eAXjgxvlo/s1600-h/Ang4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_rVm9BFs4o9w/SC_mfwbnpII/AAAAAAAAADE/u0eAXjgxvlo/s200/Ang4.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201629527887291522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whos been to Starbucks hands up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*raises hand up*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrite whos noticed that their logo is actually a Mermaid with long hair covering her bare chest?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Silence*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, Starbuck orginally had the pic above as a logo until they chnged it in 1987 to the one you see now at Starbucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And guess whos making a fuss out of it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a) Sane People&lt;br /&gt;b) North Korean People&lt;br /&gt;c) Atheist people&lt;br /&gt;d) Christian People&lt;br /&gt;e) My Mum&lt;br /&gt;f) All of the above&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well if got this wrong you need to make some radical christian friends. Then you'll know what I mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Gasps in Eternal Horror*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arrgh! The moral degradation of society! It burns!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read this article about the issue (its got some tinges of sarcasm in it).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.bizjournals.com/phoenix/stories/2008/05/12/daily61.html&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ill just paste some parts on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://www.bizjournals.com/phoenix/gen/Starbucks_Corp_393B01D37E474A68967AC891E8DD9CFC.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Starbucks Corp.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; has a new more revealing logo of its trademark mermaid. The logo -- which offers a more revealing look at the coffee chain's mermaid symbol and goes with brown instead of green as its color -- is getting mixed reviews from marketing and public relations experts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt; A Christian group in San Diego called &lt;a href="http://www.bizjournals.com/phoenix/related_content.html?topic=The%20Resistance"&gt;The Resistance&lt;/a&gt; is offended by the new logo and wants consumers to boycott or complain to the the Seattle-based coffee house (NYSE: SBUX).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Nothing makes me want coffee more than a limber mermaid queen," said Allison Bailin, a PR executive with Phoenix-based HMA Public Relations.&lt;/span&gt; (If you didn't get it that was sarcasm)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am laughing my ass off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought SOME people(tsk tsk guess who) wouldn't have enough time on their hands with the society degrading, children learning about crack and spreading the Gospel but NO&lt;br /&gt;we have to talk about boobies so small and insignificant that one would only notice it if you stuffed it up your arse!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess Starbucks gave up something to talk about. Talk about free advertising huh?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6692618356267915429-7416846444829921373?l=trystoppingme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trystoppingme.blogspot.com/feeds/7416846444829921373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6692618356267915429&amp;postID=7416846444829921373' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6692618356267915429/posts/default/7416846444829921373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6692618356267915429/posts/default/7416846444829921373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trystoppingme.blogspot.com/2008/05/starbucks-sexy-siren-seductress.html' title='StarBuck&apos;s Sexy Siren Seductress'/><author><name>~Free&amp;lt;&amp;gt;Identity~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13010937794675847292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rVm9BFs4o9w/RvjoaUhSJTI/AAAAAAAAAAM/qrfpsryeuLc/s320/247043855_0109d17708.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_rVm9BFs4o9w/SC_mfwbnpII/AAAAAAAAADE/u0eAXjgxvlo/s72-c/Ang4.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6692618356267915429.post-2729285409155508376</id><published>2008-05-10T07:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-10T08:29:02.130-07:00</updated><title type='text'>2P Dramatics</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_rVm9BFs4o9w/SCW47CacuCI/AAAAAAAAAC8/doG8pqWmpSM/s1600-h/Picture1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_rVm9BFs4o9w/SCW47CacuCI/AAAAAAAAAC8/doG8pqWmpSM/s400/Picture1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198764669268703266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;NGEEKENG belts out the soulful, passion-driven "I will always Hate your Seaweed" in this intense episode of The 2P Sagas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Also, check out Bumsoo's heart wrenching rendition of "My Debates will go on"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm now officially entertained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Theres is NOTHING as entertaining as a day in 2P. Its friday, math lesson and were supposed to be using tablets(except we didn't even touch them).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, but who cares, were learning graphs, should be easy enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then NGEEKENG starts teach us about y-intercepts and lines and drawing conventions until im asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then suddenly, Booom! I heard NGEEKENG's soaring voice. Not Mariah Carey soaring, but SHIT CRAZy soaring. it goes(now b4 this bumsoo was caught fiddling around with his tablet,credit goes to JJ, the pseudo-leader, now its double bad):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Theme Songs: "I will always hate your seaweed" By Dean Ang and "My Debates will go on" By Kim Bumsoo(Check out the new playlist)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr NgeeKeng : First you don't Hand in forms for a whole week now, you don't do your homework, use the tablet to play , and now you're eating blatantly infront of me in CLASS?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr NgeeKeng: Alrite, call your mother. (Now this is where he could have won a emmy if he was acting)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NK: Hello? Is in Mrs Kim. YOUR SON BUMSOO has been a real PROEM(yes, thats how its spelt according to him) in class. He says he's lost his AR 1, he has not done his homework, his grades are failing recently and just now he was eating a packet of seaweed on his table right in front of my eyes! I hope to see you soon to discuss your son's progress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(It;s about now that bumsoo starts tearing up. BADLY, crying in fact. I felt guilty pleasure while laughing at him. Blame himself for overworking himself)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he just walks out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bam the impact.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6692618356267915429-2729285409155508376?l=trystoppingme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trystoppingme.blogspot.com/feeds/2729285409155508376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6692618356267915429&amp;postID=2729285409155508376' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6692618356267915429/posts/default/2729285409155508376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6692618356267915429/posts/default/2729285409155508376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trystoppingme.blogspot.com/2008/05/2p-dramatics.html' title='2P Dramatics'/><author><name>~Free&amp;lt;&amp;gt;Identity~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13010937794675847292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rVm9BFs4o9w/RvjoaUhSJTI/AAAAAAAAAAM/qrfpsryeuLc/s320/247043855_0109d17708.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_rVm9BFs4o9w/SCW47CacuCI/AAAAAAAAAC8/doG8pqWmpSM/s72-c/Picture1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6692618356267915429.post-6298307669448487031</id><published>2008-04-29T04:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T07:25:03.772-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wow</title><content type='html'>this is the most mind-blowing thing ive seen when it comes to pop music. If you wanna see the amazing parts skip to 20 secs to 30 secs and 1.04 to 1.18&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/EUUE4ePt8Xc&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/EUUE4ePt8Xc&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6692618356267915429-6298307669448487031?l=trystoppingme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trystoppingme.blogspot.com/feeds/6298307669448487031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6692618356267915429&amp;postID=6298307669448487031' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6692618356267915429/posts/default/6298307669448487031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6692618356267915429/posts/default/6298307669448487031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trystoppingme.blogspot.com/2008/04/wow.html' title='Wow'/><author><name>~Free&amp;lt;&amp;gt;Identity~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13010937794675847292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rVm9BFs4o9w/RvjoaUhSJTI/AAAAAAAAAAM/qrfpsryeuLc/s320/247043855_0109d17708.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6692618356267915429.post-919060355817917836</id><published>2008-04-18T03:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T23:15:09.525-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Lexus Saga (no, really i could NEVER have expected it)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_rVm9BFs4o9w/SAh8WnQPyxI/AAAAAAAAACs/_BCMgKquGCY/s1600-h/Picture1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190535298480589586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 224px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="124" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_rVm9BFs4o9w/SAh8WnQPyxI/AAAAAAAAACs/_BCMgKquGCY/s200/Picture1.jpg" width="246" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; Monk, Guan Wen and Lexus interacting in their natural habitat, the "anti-tan brown lands"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, we talk about lexus today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What a surprise. Guan Wen too. Very Shocking, isn't it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Did I also mention Tangsheng?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Time for another comic AND episode. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~The 2P Saga~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Episode 2: Immaturity&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Theme song: Bite the Dust by Queen,probably the best rock band ever, other than led zeppelin but thats something else)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;basically its english lesson, and were doing some summary writing of a narrative on slave trade. Suddenly someone breaks out into a rant, a loud, distinct, recognisable rant. I'm obliged not to say his name by the teacher, but that doesnt change the storyline(much). So Mrs D'cruz is obviously pissed at the noise, so shes asks about it, and who else is in charge of the bull**** noise other than the "new" trio(last years trio was edward wen wei and bennett, they kinda split up, also they were actually fun and sociable and didn't act like assholes, unlike the new trio, but sometimes they went overboard but thats another story). "new" trio = Tangsheng, Guan Wen and Lexus. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They are assholes. That came as a shocker, huh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just calculate:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aspergers X Retardation X Monk = Journey to the West&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;no im kidding. lets do that again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aspergers X Retardation X Monk = BULLSHIT&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alright, see the guy that was ranting is this guy whos really socially inept, and Tangsheng, who is this smart ass guy, just goes along making these bad, nonsense jokes.Lexus and Guan Wen, who i will call the abs (aspergers boys) just laught along and tell everyone about it. What do i mean when i say bad jokes?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Remember the primary school jokes about "wo mei you bi ni" which tranlisterated means i dont have a penis, thats the kind of joke. I mean they are SEC 2 for gods sake! and the guy who is kinda slow on these jokes(i wouldnt blame him) , is just a target of their nonsense. I mean, the trio are so weird and have suck low self esteem that they have to insult the guy. Thats my guess , at least. Inferioty complex, i guess. Heres the thing, i pity Guan Wen. That cuzs 1. he has to hang out with lexus and 2. hes really got a genuine problem(unlike lexus and Monk who r just angry at themselves). You see, whenever he gets scolded, like from NGEEKENG or D'cruz, hes grinning but you can see him tearing up, and he anguishing. But thats my guess.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;D'cruz(while scolding): So, you guys must really reflect your parents. What do your parents do?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WW and the trio: Blah Blah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;D'cruz: Wen wei i think you can leave. You just giggled right? You didn't make fun of him. Its fine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wouldn't blame you, stuck with these scumbags, life would be hard if i were you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAha then the funniest stuff she says&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;D'cruz: So Monk, what isit your parents do?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was actually listening outside, but i was called in. I just sat down and watched. I must say it could be pulled off well as a drama.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then she spoke to me, which was scary cuz edward had made a joke outside when we heard her ask monk for his parents education. It went my dads a pimp and my moms a whore. wasnt that funny but she may have heard it, but she went&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;D'cruz: Shawn, if you write about them , don't write about (the guy) , just about the scumbags(i like that word)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Random Quote: Isn't it! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~ Aileen Chor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6692618356267915429-919060355817917836?l=trystoppingme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trystoppingme.blogspot.com/feeds/919060355817917836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6692618356267915429&amp;postID=919060355817917836' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6692618356267915429/posts/default/919060355817917836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6692618356267915429/posts/default/919060355817917836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trystoppingme.blogspot.com/2008/04/lexus-saga-no-really-i-could-never-have.html' title='The Lexus Saga (no, really i could NEVER have expected it)'/><author><name>~Free&amp;lt;&amp;gt;Identity~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13010937794675847292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rVm9BFs4o9w/RvjoaUhSJTI/AAAAAAAAAAM/qrfpsryeuLc/s320/247043855_0109d17708.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_rVm9BFs4o9w/SAh8WnQPyxI/AAAAAAAAACs/_BCMgKquGCY/s72-c/Picture1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6692618356267915429.post-2145896192887649535</id><published>2008-04-12T05:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-12T18:39:39.540-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The 2P saga</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_rVm9BFs4o9w/SAC9koDw_kI/AAAAAAAAACk/T7zvtmivwek/s1600-h/Picture1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188355207656963650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_rVm9BFs4o9w/SAC9koDw_kI/AAAAAAAAACk/T7zvtmivwek/s200/Picture1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; D'cruz and Ngeekeng chatting&lt;br /&gt;About 2P. read on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dcruz: I think you need help. Also, did i say i prefer the term &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"tan brown"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have been enjoying the last few days. Greatly. And if i seem mean, its because i am. Its my character and my blog so get on with it and just read or leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So on Friday(yesterday) we had only 4 periods. The 3rd period (the one after recess) was math, occupied by the Great NGEEKENG(aka Mr Ang). Friday had not been going well for NGEEKENG, so he was in a very very bad mood. And Brandon(aka FDumbass that makes sense) was late for NGEEKENG's lesson by 10 minutes(NGEEKENG himself was late by 7).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Brandon came in with his BFF Yun Ze, who is very quiet and doesnt offend anyone(teacher or student). Btw, NGEEKENG hates Brandon's attitude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here comes an idea.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Taking Chances&lt;/strong&gt; (&lt;em&gt;Drama title. Cheesy but yeh cant think of anything&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Episode One : ~The Brandon Saga~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Theme Song for this episode: Taking Chances by Celine Dion)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*Followed by Panaromic shots of the school and 2P classroom*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(NK walks into the class at exactly 11. 42(on my watch). )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NK: Good Morning 2P.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Class: Good morning, sir....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NK: Blah blah blah.... TA, CCT, assignment, some of you have not handed up, i don't like your classroom deco..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Yunze and Brandon walk into the class, late by 10 minutes)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(NK stares angrily at both of them, esp. Brandon)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NK: Why are both of you all late!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B and Y : ......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Yunze slowly creeps back to seat, unnoticed like some sorta racoon)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B: We went to the ArtsSpace and were held back by the music teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NK: So?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B: So we were late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NK: Do you know how late you are???? Its already 10.45!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B: Yes, but on Friday recess ends 10 minutes later than usual(RI rule, thing)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NK: Look at the time!!!!. Its already 10.45. Do you know when recess ends? 2P do you know when recess ends?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2P: ..... 1 minute ago? The bell just rang.&lt;br /&gt;(by rights it should be 10 minutes but the teachers knew of the ArtSpace thing going on so they extended it, i think)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NK: No! According to my timetable, it is 10 .35!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(writers comments some of us dont have a damn timetable. NGEEKENG has a change of argument strategy. You know, when NGEEKENG started losing the argument, he started shouting. When brandon was getting shouted at, he kept cool. Whos the angsty emo one now?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brandon: But some of us dont have a timetable .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(At this moment, John, Lexus and Wenwei walk in, all from Arts Space. They are just let of but Brandon still gets scolded. WHAT KIND OF BULLSHIT IS THAT?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NK: Why are you giving excuses?&lt;br /&gt;(What you expect him to stand there and get shot by your bullshit?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B: Yes, because your asking for one from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NK: The previous one you gave me was not acceptable.&lt;br /&gt;(whats this, cat and mouse?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B: But the music teachers wanted us to stay to finish the performance. Besides, i can't disregard one teacher for another. All teacher are the same! I respect both you and the music teacher, so I cannot just wlak out on one teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NK: So you mean you can listen to one teacher and disregard my &lt;a href="mailto:lesson??@!#!$"&gt;lesson??@!#!$&lt;/a&gt;#! What kind of logic is that!!!!!!!!!  And do you know you are wasting 5 minutes of  my lesson time!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B: No, i just wanted to say that i cant just walk out on the music session because i have to respect both teachers. Besides, if your lesson time is so precious, why are you spending the time to scold me?? (this was the last one for NGEEKENG i think)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NK: Why are you giving EXCUSES! GET OUT!@!#!&lt;br /&gt;(Why? Brandon made a valid point. After all, the ArtsSpace opening concert is quite a schoolwide thing, with the RPA taking part)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Brandon walks(not stomp or anything) out of the class)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NK(while Brandon is leaving) : i want to meet your parents!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brandon(at the door) : Go Ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have to imagine the lightning for Brandon's eyes. NGEEKENG just blew up the matter too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(lesson continues awkwardly)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Suddenly boom noises, but they are diregarded)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Suddenly a 2Q guy comes in and asks for the moniter)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy: Wheres Seh Woon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2P and NGEEKENG: Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guy: Mr ang and the monitor just please come out the class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I tried going but was stopped. All i got was a glipmse of Brandon sorta having a relapse/violent jerks and kinda foaming at the stairs. I was told it was an asthma attack. Also told the boom noises were Brandon knocking upon something to ask for help. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~End~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The script is shortened but you get the gist of it. You tell me whos in the wrong. Brandon went abit overboard but thats all. NK was really overreacting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He needs a councillor. D'cruz, Perhaps?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6692618356267915429-2145896192887649535?l=trystoppingme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trystoppingme.blogspot.com/feeds/2145896192887649535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6692618356267915429&amp;postID=2145896192887649535' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6692618356267915429/posts/default/2145896192887649535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6692618356267915429/posts/default/2145896192887649535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trystoppingme.blogspot.com/2008/04/life-and-oralanning-and-2p-saga.html' title='The 2P saga'/><author><name>~Free&amp;lt;&amp;gt;Identity~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13010937794675847292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rVm9BFs4o9w/RvjoaUhSJTI/AAAAAAAAAAM/qrfpsryeuLc/s320/247043855_0109d17708.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_rVm9BFs4o9w/SAC9koDw_kI/AAAAAAAAACk/T7zvtmivwek/s72-c/Picture1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6692618356267915429.post-1028146760123763862</id><published>2008-04-04T05:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T05:18:55.742-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mundane commentaries of life once again</title><content type='html'>Today is friday, and being a friday it was stressful, due to many(many) reasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, i found out that bumsoo hadn't done his part of the english handout assignment on themes and motifs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, for my RE I found that my grp had 1 week to conducted another round of experiments and test the results using something called the atomic absorption spectrum(which is this huge machine with a little tube that collects gases to check metal ion concentrations). We also have to do some elaborate report about our experiments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, I rmbred the chinese chang wen suo duan but i did that in 10 mins. My chinese tr gave use a gong han assignment and gave gave us another set of homework in the form of notes given 3 weeks ago that she didnt even mention before this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then theres math assignment. Theres the geog worksheet on population studies. The science on light propagation. Oh good lord alot more but i can't f**king rmbr!@$#@.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omfg also theres gonna be a lecture about inference through indirect results, zhuan ti zuo ye, philo stuff(yes i havent done it until now).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets look at the good side of today....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok we had our ceramics lesson which is always fun. I learnt a new move for my trampoline cca which allows me to flip backwards. I supposedly to land right on my feet but i havent got there yet. I'm still landing awdwardly(which btw hurts like shit).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats about today, but the next part of my post will be my continual series profile&lt;br /&gt;of my teachers, be it my favs or the ones i wish to stab with a pencil(sry, really hate some of them to the guts).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;todaes report will be about&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*drumrollsss please*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NGEEKENG aka (mr)Ang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our math teacher and form teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is absolute bullshit. Al least for most of the year he has been.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He overreacts(always). He compares far too much, segregates between gep and mainstream, insults people personally and scolds without getting to the cruz of the matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats just the beginning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets have examples.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a friend called andre, he was absent on wednesday, so by rights he should have an MC on thurs. He forgot, so on friday NGEE had to remind him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How many times must I remind you to hand up your MC??!" he said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point i was thinking, when did you ever remind him??? today? You werent even here on thursday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"its in my bag" he replied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why&gt;!#!!?". It was like he was shouting out the last note on christina aguilera's candyman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And thats mild compared to some stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's a good family man, works hard for his family but just doesnt have the patients for teaching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heres a quote:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I try so hard, so when i can't get your attention, I try harder, but i just can't do it!" - NGEE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(say the above line in angst(emo) and with a lisp(sp?) and with a china accent. Thats NGEE)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6692618356267915429-1028146760123763862?l=trystoppingme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trystoppingme.blogspot.com/feeds/1028146760123763862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6692618356267915429&amp;postID=1028146760123763862' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6692618356267915429/posts/default/1028146760123763862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6692618356267915429/posts/default/1028146760123763862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trystoppingme.blogspot.com/2008/04/mundane-commentaries-of-life-once-again.html' title='Mundane commentaries of life once again'/><author><name>~Free&amp;lt;&amp;gt;Identity~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13010937794675847292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rVm9BFs4o9w/RvjoaUhSJTI/AAAAAAAAAAM/qrfpsryeuLc/s320/247043855_0109d17708.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6692618356267915429.post-5284164079260121219</id><published>2008-03-28T06:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-28T07:14:01.225-07:00</updated><title type='text'>School Experiences, Forum Addiction and once again, Religion</title><content type='html'>Today was quite a fulfilin' day at school. I was embarrassed about by poem anthology. Turns out we're supposed to have 6 page long poems(sort of like odes and ballads), and a scenario, reflection and maybe an illustration for each poem. All i got was 6 poems sqeeuzed into 1.5 pages.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have I commented about my Eng/Lit teacher? Well, if I havent here goes(this is quite risky, simply cuz she DOES check her students' blogs. But oh well, no holes barred).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her name is Mrs D'cruz. Shes actually really good at teaching eng and lit on the whole, and shes better than mrs selvan(sec 1 eng/lit tr). I have nothing against Mrs Selvan, i got a good 78(3.6) from her lessons, but she was really soft on our class troublemakers(me excluded). Mayb thats why i did well. I really asked wuteva that came out(of my mouth) so that helped(and she didnt get angry). But Mrs selvan was a really nice lady. even now she when sees our class(or any us of us individuals), she'll give a wide smile and say hi in her weird Anglo-Indian American accent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs Drcuz is also really nice(kinda). But theres this guy called Guan Wen who she focuses on alot. I mean Tangsheng and Wen Wei dont mind her few nicknames(for them), neither does lexus(bottle cap, eaily angered anime fanatic that curses in Naruto language), but Guan Wen.... well... just read the back ground info.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Some background info first: Guan Wen is this normalish guy in my class. But hes really... peculiar. He always hangs out with Lexus. Hes a nice guy, but if you see him outside and say hi, he'll give this grunt and turn away and not talk at all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first I thought that was fine, but then he grew weirder. When he presents infront of people, he'll hide behind something or hold on to something. Once hes done he'll run back to his seat. And Bennett makes fun of him. :( Poor him. Maybes hes just not used to social situation(which is still some form of mild aspegers)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok so shes just focuses on him alot cuz hes quite weak at oral presentations. But today was quite interesting. She began on how she doesnt pick on people. I wouldnt disagree but she does pick on Lexus but he deserves that. But Guan Wen the poor guy was asked(oh god im so mean but this is so funny):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I mean, do I pick on you?" she asked.(This was after how she told us about one of her old students who complained that she only concentrated on the lit high flyers and pick on the weaker ones)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Whats he supposed to say? According to Bennett, he may just had(in that moment)cried out about how he's had enough and jump off the senior block)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No" he said.(what else)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well. Nevermind, he'll grown out of it. Besides, he stoped hanging out with Lexus(that should help). Don;t mind me, I just have something against Lexus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats school chronicles. I could go on, but it'll just be about elwin veg jokes, dirty crabshells for science, and all that boring stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, Ive been into this game called Nationstates. Its really boring, it just a broswer based webgame where you control a naiton and 2 issues come from your parliament everyday. You can choose to ignore(but thats boring) or choose one of the options or opinions they give you. Sometimes the issues will be regarding war, trade. I remember once it was about how public nudity should be tolerated. Its still very boring. But if you really wanna try it the website is nationstates.net. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to my point. What really attracted me was the forum. People talk about the game,  but they talk about relvant stuff ALOT too. Just read what theyve put up is very interesting. Very currect issues too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eg. There have been 2 reports of death due to Religious "Zealousness". See in one case, a 15 month year old oregon born baby had a form of puemonia that was curable but her parents refused treatment cuz they believed god could solve it all. In another case a 12 girl refused treatment when it was found out she got cancer. It was stage 2 (curable) but she got to stage 4 a few months later she died. This second story is from  Yahoo. US video section. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out the discussion forum here&lt;br /&gt;http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=552646&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heres a quote from one of the forumers about his thoughts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;** INSPIRED BY 15-month old toddler murdered by christianity **&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We have a legal set age at which sex is consensual.&lt;br /&gt;We have a legal set age at which it consumption of alcohol is permitted.&lt;br /&gt;We have a legal set age at which we can smoke.&lt;br /&gt;There are also legal set ages for driving, gambling, taking out a loan, voting, and more.&lt;br /&gt;We rated our TV, movies, games and music with the "health" of our children in mind. We bar younger ones from playing violent games, or sexually charged games. &lt;br /&gt;Yet, there is no age set on when a person may practice religion.&lt;br /&gt;All of the above won't hurt you if you engage in proper protections or just don't engage in rated activities. Yet, there is ample proof that these can cause hurt. That is the justification for the age. But why then do we not have one on religion if we're concerned about the wellbeing of society, why do we permit the young; undeveloped mind and the immature emotional understanding to be exposed to religion without protections?&lt;br /&gt;Why is it fine to indoctrinate children with religious propaganda?&lt;br /&gt;Shouldn't there be an "age", or are these ages arbitrary with no other reason than the fact that some prudes don't want people having fun.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my view is that for the 12 year old girl who refused treatment, its her choice, she was able to mkae a decision. But for the Baby, it was involuntary and US is(by rights) a country built on secularism(like sg, something like this can be called neglect). But in the states of Oregon and Wisconsin, all a parent needs to do is say "God forbids it"(or some variation) and they can not have their child be sent to public hospitals. Its sad, but well, a major social upheavel would be needed to solve this one. Imagine one day we find out pork prevents tubercolosis(impossible, but just an analogy) are we going to force all muslim to eat pork? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ppl who actually see by blog, reply on the tagboard and mayb we can spark up a good argument.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. It beens a long time since i had so much meaningful emo stuff to talk about&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6692618356267915429-5284164079260121219?l=trystoppingme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trystoppingme.blogspot.com/feeds/5284164079260121219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6692618356267915429&amp;postID=5284164079260121219' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6692618356267915429/posts/default/5284164079260121219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6692618356267915429/posts/default/5284164079260121219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trystoppingme.blogspot.com/2008/03/school-experiences-forum-addiction-and.html' title='School Experiences, Forum Addiction and once again, Religion'/><author><name>~Free&amp;lt;&amp;gt;Identity~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13010937794675847292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rVm9BFs4o9w/RvjoaUhSJTI/AAAAAAAAAAM/qrfpsryeuLc/s320/247043855_0109d17708.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6692618356267915429.post-7657073081501466135</id><published>2008-03-23T23:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-24T22:20:25.792-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Theres Nothing Much to talk about.</title><content type='html'>Yeh.  About the bad grammar, clare, i'm just in a rush. I don't really watch survivor now, since yao man(my fav) and jonathan(entertaining) have been voted out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So other than that theres nothing much to reply to or talk about. Thus, i'm going to rave about (one of) of fave bands. Foo Fighters! Whoo! They kinda suck live, but whatever. If you've heard their most recent album, their one of the best out there right now. "the Pretender" is one of the best songs of 2007(or 2006?). I couldnt find the original album version, so i got a live video. Not perfect, but good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7agRIvBsWUs&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7agRIvBsWUs&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another music fave for me is Christina Aguilera. I don't like all her songs. For example, i don't like Genie in a bottle or any other teen pop bull*^#@ from her, but I enjoy it when she pushes the boundaries and makes her music political and personal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. ima gonna make my blog better with a playlist and maybe a tagboard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.S. Kaicong, if you're looking at this line, STOP STALKING ME!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6692618356267915429-7657073081501466135?l=trystoppingme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trystoppingme.blogspot.com/feeds/7657073081501466135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6692618356267915429&amp;postID=7657073081501466135' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6692618356267915429/posts/default/7657073081501466135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6692618356267915429/posts/default/7657073081501466135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trystoppingme.blogspot.com/2008/03/theres-nothing-much-to-talk-about.html' title='Theres Nothing Much to talk about.'/><author><name>~Free&amp;lt;&amp;gt;Identity~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13010937794675847292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rVm9BFs4o9w/RvjoaUhSJTI/AAAAAAAAAAM/qrfpsryeuLc/s320/247043855_0109d17708.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6692618356267915429.post-3270155763530869792</id><published>2008-03-22T05:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-22T07:04:42.290-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blackouts, American Idol, Observations about Racial Issues in Sg</title><content type='html'>I was pretty pissed today at Changi Airport. I mean how often do you think a blackout happens in a lift in Changi Airport. "The Best Airport in the World". Tsk. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, we(my family) were going to the airport(terminal 1 specifically)to welcome an uncle back to Singapore after a 10 day journey to Greece. There was a downpour so we had to park in Terminal 2(sheltered carpark). We parked in 1M carpark and we got into lift 9 then we had to get to level 2 for the skytrain. Then everything suddenly stopped. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we were calm, we got the emergency people. They came, unlocked some thing and we peered open the dor from inside. Not very scary, but how in the world did a lift Singapore's only airport break down. Nevermind that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we had dinner and whatever and we said our goodbyes and we were walking bakc to the skytrain and i saw this imperial congee and noodle house. Very China. The thing was that there was like a malay family eating. They were using forks and spoons(duh). The thing was that there was thisangmoh(sry,used to this sg slang) eating with chopsticks. I seen this alot nowadays, not suprising, but the thing about this incident is that it allowed me to compare between a malay family, who I presumed has been living in Sg or at least SEA for quite sometime, interracting alot with Chinese locals and a Angmoh family, who I presume haved rarely tried chopsticks(yeh , alot of chinese in US or europe but still, Angmohs are about 92 percent there). The AMs, I will call them, were quite clumsy and hilarious with the chopsticks, and my dad laughed. Pretty rude, considering we were walking right past the restaurant(it's open conept). But still, i dunno it was quite stark how the Malays and the AMs were reagarding the use of chopsticks. Its insignificant, but small things tell you alot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But whatever. The new season of AI(Idol) is fun. Much better than last time. No sanjayas, all very talented, alot of new genre singers. Ive only watched the auditions(guilty humor) and the one with the beatle songs. Favs r David Aculeta(sp?) and Ramiele Malubay(sp?). Hope one of them wins. This is only based on auditions and 3 round only thou. They seem good and consistent, thou.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6692618356267915429-3270155763530869792?l=trystoppingme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trystoppingme.blogspot.com/feeds/3270155763530869792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6692618356267915429&amp;postID=3270155763530869792' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6692618356267915429/posts/default/3270155763530869792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6692618356267915429/posts/default/3270155763530869792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trystoppingme.blogspot.com/2008/03/blackouts-american-idol-observations.html' title='Blackouts, American Idol, Observations about Racial Issues in Sg'/><author><name>~Free&amp;lt;&amp;gt;Identity~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13010937794675847292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rVm9BFs4o9w/RvjoaUhSJTI/AAAAAAAAAAM/qrfpsryeuLc/s320/247043855_0109d17708.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6692618356267915429.post-2392484206608206030</id><published>2008-02-22T05:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-22T05:52:33.068-08:00</updated><title type='text'>OMFG!!!!!!!!!!!!!1 OMFG? look at the diff</title><content type='html'>Ok here is christina aguilera before her pregnancy(about 3 months b4)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/DxdhmGSAgdc&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/DxdhmGSAgdc&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here it(or she) is now (9 days after her baby's birth) The natural phenomenon is called engorgement(look that up)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5VDZ0cKRlFA&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5VDZ0cKRlFA&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you cant tell the diff your either gay or really young&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6692618356267915429-2392484206608206030?l=trystoppingme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trystoppingme.blogspot.com/feeds/2392484206608206030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6692618356267915429&amp;postID=2392484206608206030' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6692618356267915429/posts/default/2392484206608206030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6692618356267915429/posts/default/2392484206608206030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trystoppingme.blogspot.com/2008/02/omfg1-omfg-look-at-diff.html' title='OMFG!!!!!!!!!!!!!1 OMFG? look at the diff'/><author><name>~Free&amp;lt;&amp;gt;Identity~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13010937794675847292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rVm9BFs4o9w/RvjoaUhSJTI/AAAAAAAAAAM/qrfpsryeuLc/s320/247043855_0109d17708.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6692618356267915429.post-6276966503785970542</id><published>2008-02-21T02:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-21T02:29:35.286-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quote from this music critic dissing Rihanna's Please dont stop the music video</title><content type='html'>heres a quote regarding the music video of Please Don't Stop the Music&lt;br /&gt;from a music critic on rolling stones i think&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew the girl couldn't pull off the stunts in her "Umbrella" videp, but I didn't know she just cannot dance! She dances like a drunk white girl. The saddest part is if you watch it again you'll see that it seems like the choreographer asked her "What CAN you do?" and her response was one word..."Clap." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6692618356267915429-6276966503785970542?l=trystoppingme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trystoppingme.blogspot.com/feeds/6276966503785970542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6692618356267915429&amp;postID=6276966503785970542' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6692618356267915429/posts/default/6276966503785970542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6692618356267915429/posts/default/6276966503785970542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trystoppingme.blogspot.com/2008/02/quote-from-this-music-critic-dissing.html' title='Quote from this music critic dissing Rihanna&apos;s Please dont stop the music video'/><author><name>~Free&amp;lt;&amp;gt;Identity~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13010937794675847292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rVm9BFs4o9w/RvjoaUhSJTI/AAAAAAAAAAM/qrfpsryeuLc/s320/247043855_0109d17708.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6692618356267915429.post-4798485917020013805</id><published>2008-02-17T03:26:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-17T03:27:44.365-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dry Humor</title><content type='html'>OMFG i have found the funniest internet cartoon that does not rely on brainless and gormless violence. It is plainly a dry humor thing and it made me roll in laughter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-2bpc7LSRZc&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-2bpc7LSRZc&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/HYKdYvitwto&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/HYKdYvitwto&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok this one is weird&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6692618356267915429-4798485917020013805?l=trystoppingme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trystoppingme.blogspot.com/feeds/4798485917020013805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6692618356267915429&amp;postID=4798485917020013805' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6692618356267915429/posts/default/4798485917020013805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6692618356267915429/posts/default/4798485917020013805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trystoppingme.blogspot.com/2008/02/dry-humor.html' title='Dry Humor'/><author><name>~Free&amp;lt;&amp;gt;Identity~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13010937794675847292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rVm9BFs4o9w/RvjoaUhSJTI/AAAAAAAAAAM/qrfpsryeuLc/s320/247043855_0109d17708.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6692618356267915429.post-5741607424482516708</id><published>2008-02-11T05:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-13T04:12:09.778-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weird Neighbours(Prt2)</title><content type='html'>Ok, so i think ive lost all inspiration for writing on this topic, cuz ive got this really bad stomach flu and cold &amp; i just watched a parody that i laughed so hard at i fell off my chair. Marvy, aint it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still have to finish it,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyway, the second household was even weirder, in that house lived a family with like 5 dogs(btw i dun really like dogs), so we call the mother of that house dog lady and the husband god man(pish, weird)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So they have like 3 children(wow again), and they arent really that weird,s its just the youngest daughter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see, we went to their house ans see was showing me the "mother-dog"(and did i say i dun really like dogs) and i was like "yeh ,ok wuteva"(i didnt say that that would b rude)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So she was like "yeh ,wuteva too" and she went to a nearby table and started playing wit her PSP. NOw what was really rude about this was her posture/self presentation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she was sittin in this doggie style(sry, being rlly crude here) and she was like poking her posterion out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello?! Guest r at your house,also btw(dunno if she was aware, shes 13 already)&lt;br /&gt;thats a really rude thing to do when people r trying to b friendly and all festive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I wont deny shes hawt thou. (Whoops got carried away there, nvm, im now just being random)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or heres a parody of hillary clinton and barack obama, whats really smart is that they used the music video of umbrella to parody the candidates&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/F-SIU7B2mD8&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/F-SIU7B2mD8&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DO NOT WATCH THIS IN A PLACE WIT CONSERVATIVE PEOPLE(INCLUDING YOUR PARENTS)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW here are the lyrics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A parody of Rihanna's music video for her song ...&lt;br /&gt;(more) &lt;br /&gt;Added: November 25, 2007 &lt;br /&gt;A parody of Rihanna's music video for her song Umbrella, with "Barack Obama" and "Hillary Clinton."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music Video: Under Barack Obama&lt;br /&gt;(parody of Rihanna's "Umbrella")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CAST&lt;br /&gt;Nicole Parker - Hillary Clinton&lt;br /&gt;Keegan-Michael Key - Barack Obama&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obama: [rapping] Uh huh! Uh huh! Yo my girl Hillary, former first lady, will she be president? Who knows, maybe. Yo Barack Obama! I'm a black democrat, no I ain't no punk, Hillary's a hot mama. She's got her eyes on the prize, and I'm talking 'bout my junk. Hillary, where you at?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hillary: I'm in the front. But what I want is a little bit of mandingo love. Bill had Monica, played him like a harmonica. So can I be blamed if I wanna get some strange?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I am a firm believer of some hardcore jungle fever. He's my boy, I am his girl, hellz yeah we're both down with the swirl! We may have differed on Iraq, but no one's stiffer in the sack. I can't lie - that's why I wanna be under Barack Obama, bama, bama, ay, ay, ay, under Barack Obama, bama, bama, bama, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The polls have me in the lead, but your polls the only one I need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obama: Girl you're making me really hot, I'm gonna put my ballot in your slot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hillary: Pour your chocolate rain on me and I'll make you my VP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obama: Gonna put my lovin' on ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hillary: I wanna be under Barack Obama, bama, bama, bama, ay, ay, ay, ay, under Barack Obama, bama, bama, bama, ay, ay, ay ay! (less)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6692618356267915429-5741607424482516708?l=trystoppingme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trystoppingme.blogspot.com/feeds/5741607424482516708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6692618356267915429&amp;postID=5741607424482516708' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6692618356267915429/posts/default/5741607424482516708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6692618356267915429/posts/default/5741607424482516708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trystoppingme.blogspot.com/2008/02/weird-neighboursprt2.html' title='Weird Neighbours(Prt2)'/><author><name>~Free&amp;lt;&amp;gt;Identity~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13010937794675847292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rVm9BFs4o9w/RvjoaUhSJTI/AAAAAAAAAAM/qrfpsryeuLc/s320/247043855_0109d17708.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6692618356267915429.post-4576121162346748426</id><published>2008-02-09T05:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-09T06:19:15.508-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weird Neighbours</title><content type='html'>Haha happy CNY yall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its been a good 3 days since the start of CNY until todae.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, it was like 8 in the morning and i was awaken by my mother(see, i slept at 3 am watchin shows and dvds, couldnt sleep) and she like "lets go visit our neighbours, since its the 3rd day of the CNY and besides, they gave us stuff on CNY's eve."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i was pretty angry(hello, 4 hrs of sleep?)but i went anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I have a bunch of really weird neighbours(I swear)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had to visit 2 households , cuz well they were the ones that gave us gifts b4 CNY anyway so the first one was helmed by a couple name William and Wendy, with like 3 chlidren, mostly teens, so we walk like 2 meters to their house(oo, how tiring)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we say hi, greet each other and like smile and give each other ojs(oranges), blah blah, formalities, you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, william and wendy are a perfectly fine couple(did i say they were liberal christians), but their children r the weirdest tards ive see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They have 3 children:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ones already 20. She is ALREADY married, and has a 3 yr old child. (I swear)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one of them is 19, hes in the civil defence, and i think is the most normal one of them 3,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the last one is 16, and never comes out of his room, ive never seem him in 1 year!&lt;br /&gt;he doesnt even go out of the house i think&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aww well im tired tell you about the next household tomr&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6692618356267915429-4576121162346748426?l=trystoppingme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trystoppingme.blogspot.com/feeds/4576121162346748426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6692618356267915429&amp;postID=4576121162346748426' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6692618356267915429/posts/default/4576121162346748426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6692618356267915429/posts/default/4576121162346748426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trystoppingme.blogspot.com/2008/02/weird-neighbours.html' title='Weird Neighbours'/><author><name>~Free&amp;lt;&amp;gt;Identity~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13010937794675847292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rVm9BFs4o9w/RvjoaUhSJTI/AAAAAAAAAAM/qrfpsryeuLc/s320/247043855_0109d17708.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6692618356267915429.post-4919449450775987927</id><published>2008-01-28T04:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-28T04:11:27.181-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What? Adsense rocks</title><content type='html'>Wow. $7 in one day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is weird. I put ads on my blog, as most ppl would take advantage of internet traffic. So most on the time i get like 2 views a day and no clicks. Nada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todae, i suddenly got like 6 views and 10 clicks. 10 CLICKS!!!!!!!!!!!. and there my earnings were doubled in one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really wonder what happened, maybe cuz some old friends saw this blog and thr ads attracted them? I dunno?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeh, if you wanna see something really stupid/amusing you should go to worldslastchance.com or something like that. its about a bunch of evangelist guys saying the next pope will be reincarnaiton of the devil or sumthing. hahaaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I heard adsense ads are related to the topic of posts. Great! a good contreversial topic(devil popes) always helps in internet traffic&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6692618356267915429-4919449450775987927?l=trystoppingme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trystoppingme.blogspot.com/feeds/4919449450775987927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6692618356267915429&amp;postID=4919449450775987927' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6692618356267915429/posts/default/4919449450775987927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6692618356267915429/posts/default/4919449450775987927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trystoppingme.blogspot.com/2008/01/what-adsense-rocks.html' title='What? Adsense rocks'/><author><name>~Free&amp;lt;&amp;gt;Identity~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13010937794675847292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rVm9BFs4o9w/RvjoaUhSJTI/AAAAAAAAAAM/qrfpsryeuLc/s320/247043855_0109d17708.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6692618356267915429.post-8681863673590920348</id><published>2008-01-08T01:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T01:08:54.357-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Grandma's tales</title><content type='html'>See there r many reasons why i think my grandma's great, shes not naggy and def noyt conservative&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Background info:last toime ppl didnt send girls to school but my grandma studied(yeh!) till P6(alot 70 years ago) until the japs came. So basically she had to walk to school cuz the distance was rpetty near to her attap house(like form RI to J8)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there was this alley my grandma had to go thru&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exact words from grandma:(not really but translated)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was this creepy indian always at the corner flinging his P**** around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HHAAHHA. She used the hokkien word "hiew" , which means sometihng like fling(vigourously)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and he would pretend he was peeing, sadly i think he was pedo and mast*********.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh, the good old 1920s&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6692618356267915429-8681863673590920348?l=trystoppingme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trystoppingme.blogspot.com/feeds/8681863673590920348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6692618356267915429&amp;postID=8681863673590920348' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6692618356267915429/posts/default/8681863673590920348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6692618356267915429/posts/default/8681863673590920348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trystoppingme.blogspot.com/2008/01/grandmas-tales.html' title='Grandma&apos;s tales'/><author><name>~Free&amp;lt;&amp;gt;Identity~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13010937794675847292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rVm9BFs4o9w/RvjoaUhSJTI/AAAAAAAAAAM/qrfpsryeuLc/s320/247043855_0109d17708.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6692618356267915429.post-4720175782972162253</id><published>2008-01-03T04:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-06T03:17:52.287-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Bank</title><content type='html'>Its like a loanshark, cept it has a permanent place of operation,the government's permission, the law's siding, a uniform, earns MUCH more money and their staff are low on EQ.(Actually I think anyone that keeps money and loans money has a low EQ, me included)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heres why I say that. I was at a bank to desposit my monthly earnings(dont worry I make an HONEST, nontheless unorthodox living) and I was in line when this old lady, of about 55, with like a seriously limp was asking for help inside the POSB outlet but couldnt because the counter worker was malay and she doesnt speak english. But noone helped her! I mean wtf? Courtesy? anyone? evryone is an ahole nowadays, even the staff who r trained to be nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or course, she walked out and asked around for help and then she came to me and was all nice so I had to help, or even i'd feel pretty guilty for not helping a old sad suffering woman who had spent 20 mins asking around for help with a serious limp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the shit part. I didnt bother with waiting in line cuz the woman was already in the line but this young guy took her place once she left, and whilst going in she was pushed around. Does anyone has eyes anymore? So the counter malay(no racism intended but she was pretty heartless against the lady cuz she didnt really give a damn)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Excuse me, but this woman lost her atm card becuase it got stuck into the machine? May I ask what should she do?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she IGNORES me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was pissed, really, so I pretty much made myself known and she gave me this "I hate you" look, like I killed her fish or sumthing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She just said: Join the queue for customer enquiries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The old lady waits for 10 mins, asks for help for 20 mins and has to bear your intolerable face for 2 mins and now she has to queue in this hour long queue?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, being the selfish guy I am I told her to queue in the customer line and I went to deposit my money. Then I left. Hey what do you expect, is a kid suppose to b a role model?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont think so, not when everyone's minding the own business and pushy an old lady with a bad limp around. No.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6692618356267915429-4720175782972162253?l=trystoppingme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trystoppingme.blogspot.com/feeds/4720175782972162253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6692618356267915429&amp;postID=4720175782972162253' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6692618356267915429/posts/default/4720175782972162253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6692618356267915429/posts/default/4720175782972162253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trystoppingme.blogspot.com/2008/01/bank.html' title='The Bank'/><author><name>~Free&amp;lt;&amp;gt;Identity~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13010937794675847292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rVm9BFs4o9w/RvjoaUhSJTI/AAAAAAAAAAM/qrfpsryeuLc/s320/247043855_0109d17708.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6692618356267915429.post-7148543320362861005</id><published>2007-12-31T07:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-31T07:43:31.304-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Damn I love replying</title><content type='html'>To the last person that commented:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How r u? I most probably know you but I just cant figure it out.(i think)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll take your advice into my head and yeh I am emo but only on this blog. and i'm vulgar... well most of the time. but i dont use them offensively. Its like when im really affected. like when bhutto(the pakistani prez candidate) died or when i heard xtina aguilera got pregnant. like Woahs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i'll try being less emo so im celebrating the NEW YEAR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and ima gonna dedicate everyone post i type (when im happy) to someone and todae's person is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ellen Degeneres&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(no not cause shes lez, ok maybe,also cuz she funny and tells the truth in her stand ups and she doesnt curse and yet makes me laugh, thats talent)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see, she isnt afraid of anyone and if you hear her stand ups, their not ROFL funny but their true. like truthsaying sorta truth and it makes sense. just see this vid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/yf1cBha_Czo&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/yf1cBha_Czo&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;skip the first 1.5 mins its all clapping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and no, i'm not gay, i just like ellen and her talk show&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i also like comedians and/or commediennes because their like the truthbearers of this century, it not scientists or politicians anymore its funny people. they make the most sense nowadays. (cept for chris rock hes nuts)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6692618356267915429-7148543320362861005?l=trystoppingme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trystoppingme.blogspot.com/feeds/7148543320362861005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6692618356267915429&amp;postID=7148543320362861005' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6692618356267915429/posts/default/7148543320362861005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6692618356267915429/posts/default/7148543320362861005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trystoppingme.blogspot.com/2007/12/damn-i-love-replying.html' title='Damn I love replying'/><author><name>~Free&amp;lt;&amp;gt;Identity~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13010937794675847292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rVm9BFs4o9w/RvjoaUhSJTI/AAAAAAAAAAM/qrfpsryeuLc/s320/247043855_0109d17708.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6692618356267915429.post-7650879701988639251</id><published>2007-12-11T02:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-11T03:04:39.408-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pretty bad week.</title><content type='html'>Yeh. I got a toe operation.&lt;br /&gt;Yes the 4th one. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then i forgot totally about the proposal for next year's school based science mentorship. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I havent finished my SAN GUO YAN YI chinese literature book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I havent done my chinese book report&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANd then I havent read to kill a mockingbird, which is next year's english case study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wtf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then theres my CCA which I have to skip cuz the toe is acting up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then theres todae's class reunion with 6/12 , which beside for the movie, was horrible. I mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh WTF&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its time to get emo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heres a vid about Celine Dion's newest rock album. Yeh. She sounds rlly good. and emo. cuz shes singing about abused people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/M2drgCAedVU&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/M2drgCAedVU&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6692618356267915429-7650879701988639251?l=trystoppingme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trystoppingme.blogspot.com/feeds/7650879701988639251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6692618356267915429&amp;postID=7650879701988639251' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6692618356267915429/posts/default/7650879701988639251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6692618356267915429/posts/default/7650879701988639251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trystoppingme.blogspot.com/2007/12/pretty-bad-week.html' title='Pretty bad week.'/><author><name>~Free&amp;lt;&amp;gt;Identity~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13010937794675847292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rVm9BFs4o9w/RvjoaUhSJTI/AAAAAAAAAAM/qrfpsryeuLc/s320/247043855_0109d17708.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6692618356267915429.post-2585380241352574018</id><published>2007-12-01T05:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-01T05:42:39.311-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A low quality **** trip to Genting Highlands, M'sia</title><content type='html'>I havent posted for a long fking time........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In like 2 months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But nvm Ima gonna bring live back into this scrwed up blog that looks like pamela anderson's boobs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well you see I've been getting pretty emo cuz of all the commitments. and my lack of commitment to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See it's trampoline competition in 4 months and i had to burn of some inflammed/infected/dead part of my toe witrh some random styrfoam cutter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I just found out I didnt get into Destinaiton Imagination, which is some global thing involving acting and thinking critcally. After awhile I thought, I dun give a fuck so I'm coming back to this dampy piece of shit that belongs to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I went for a holiday.&lt;br /&gt;It was the shittiest fuck crap bitch slap ass nose fuck hole I've ever been to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for 5 ppl(me,mumdad,sis and granma).It cost about 2300SDG in total. It was pretty cheap, so I was thinking it'll just b somewhere away from home I could FUCKING RELAX.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;BUT NO............&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The whole fking trip sucked!!!!!!!. It's so bad I overreacted.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;See, I went to the 5 star hotel called genting highlands resort(wow, rlly original). It looked more like some roach motel in whoreland(thailand).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It was 300 a room a night. a fking rip off.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then I went to the nearby themepark to have a thrill ride. I was so boring. I even did the roller coasters without the seat belt on. Bah. Fking boring. Then I had food.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The food at genting it so bad Ima gonna dedicate a whole section to its fucked up existence.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The chicken kebah I had was 8.50RM(4.20SGD). I thought wow. Chicken Kebab. Cant b that bad. I mean hes wearing a chef hat. and he was roasting that meat in some authentic round pit.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But no. The whole kebah was the size of my non exuberance *****(up to your to figure out what that means). I finished it in 2 bites and it tasted like malaysian ringgit ontop of a thai whore.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The rest of the food was worse. and it costed me more. like 23rm(11.5SGD) for a bowl of soup. Wait, more like a sip of soup.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Genting, and M'sia on the whole, is not a good place if you wanna relax. Just a few places&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6692618356267915429-2585380241352574018?l=trystoppingme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trystoppingme.blogspot.com/feeds/2585380241352574018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6692618356267915429&amp;postID=2585380241352574018' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6692618356267915429/posts/default/2585380241352574018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6692618356267915429/posts/default/2585380241352574018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trystoppingme.blogspot.com/2007/12/low-quality-trip-to-genting-highlands.html' title='A low quality **** trip to Genting Highlands, M&apos;sia'/><author><name>~Free&amp;lt;&amp;gt;Identity~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13010937794675847292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rVm9BFs4o9w/RvjoaUhSJTI/AAAAAAAAAAM/qrfpsryeuLc/s320/247043855_0109d17708.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6692618356267915429.post-4501439148389541914</id><published>2007-10-11T02:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-11T05:27:45.367-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Todae's Adventures part 2</title><content type='html'>Lol after playing at the arcade, we went to the candy empire(sweets!). The poor vegetarian, always picked on by us for his diet and height. We saw this packet of really tempting smoked beef jerkys(pff). I bought it and it was really nice. I think 2 of us bought the meat. Muahahha the vegemigdet couldn't have anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heartburn! Argh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We decided to go somewhere after that, whilst going to the MRT, we saw a transexual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heartburn! Argh! (not because I can't eat meat, but because I just saw one the other day. Anyway , I really getting used to the higher number of trannies nowdays)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, after that the softballer said we should go to plaza singapura&lt;br /&gt;(which I still think is a bad idea). We walked around and really saw nothing to do so we decided to have lunch. Where else but the KFC of plaza sing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were all kinda broke, cuz of the arcade, previously meal and canday empire.. Being the slightly anti social cheapskate person I am, I knew what was the most value for money stuff to buy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I choose my fav drink, mountain dew, and found out the swimmer like mountain dew too. We were making jokes and playing with straws like P5 students(yes I know stop looking). My friends took all my drinks so I said'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"yall stop drinking all my shit"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend, who was still drinking, luagh and stuff came out his nose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we made really lame jokes like &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"this is madness!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"NO, this is KFC!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to orchard. Yeh nothing interesting there. Then I was going home on the MRT from the orchard station.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the MRT, I was sitting on the slidy steps(you know those you always fall off) then one of these following personalities came to sit beside me. The person was:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a) A crazy psychotic woman&lt;br /&gt;b) A gay christian with parkinson's&lt;br /&gt;c) A transexual&lt;br /&gt;d) A loud old lady&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Com'on guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*drum rolls please*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw ANOTHER FUCKING TRANNIE!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one, however, was well done. She(I'll call it a she cuz she really looked like a woman and it took me awhile to find out) looked like Jessica Simpsons but her nose was telling, it was  a mannish nose.(the one K . Yap or Yao ming has).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my way home, I saw this HUGE poster saying:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TIAN EN VEGETARIAN CUISINE AND CATERING&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6692618356267915429-4501439148389541914?l=trystoppingme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trystoppingme.blogspot.com/feeds/4501439148389541914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6692618356267915429&amp;postID=4501439148389541914' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6692618356267915429/posts/default/4501439148389541914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6692618356267915429/posts/default/4501439148389541914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trystoppingme.blogspot.com/2007/10/todaes-adventures.html' title='Todae&apos;s Adventures part 2'/><author><name>~Free&amp;lt;&amp;gt;Identity~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13010937794675847292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rVm9BFs4o9w/RvjoaUhSJTI/AAAAAAAAAAM/qrfpsryeuLc/s320/247043855_0109d17708.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6692618356267915429.post-6453752484472983328</id><published>2007-10-11T01:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-11T02:16:49.333-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Todae's Adventures(pART 1)</title><content type='html'>Todae was a great day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(B4 I continue this is going to be one narcissist post)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got to laugh till my drink came up my nose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO anyway in the morning it was the last EOY, math and usually a test is realy boring, but this pussyface freak(who is a math geek/gaytit) suddenly made this weird sound during the exam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"This is insane!" he said in a pseudo british accent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the tr told him to shut the fuck up. He didn;t&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"ZzzZZzz" He said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was so weird and the tr was so pissed off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO anyway, after the exam me and a bunch of friends just wanted to go aroung town to kinda celebrate the end of EOYs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were me, a softballer, a vegetarian, a fat christian/a swimmer and a vietnamese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeh, interesting huh/ Read on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we had to have brunch first, so we headed to J8 and we were deciding on what to&lt;br /&gt;eat. We passed by the famous KFC which the BG(bishan gay/pedophile) hangs out at and when we were walking by it the shop was closed, so guess where the BG was? He was outside and when my vegetarian/migdet firend walked by him and stopped him and asked him where he was going. Then he asked if he needed money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The BG is scary. My dumbass friend said yes to the money but then he ran away. How dumb is that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways we had brunch at the food court. After every1 was settled with food, we started blabbering about our life stories/tragedies. When the swimmer started talking about how screwed up him family was, evry1 started talkingabout their families.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Btw b4 I continued the vietnamese guy talkes with this tinge in his mouth and he sounds like a car engine)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he(the viet) said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No wonder you guys are like that"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You family can;t go on like this"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is so annoying when he preaches. He is a fun guy but he morals are abit naive/lexus-like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevermind him. We got on the train and got to vivocity. On the train, we and the viet started takling about how religion is a waste of time. Yeh! man I dont care if his morals are naive I like that he is atheist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is still annoying though. He was talking to the fat christian and told him to slim down. He was in rubgy he couldn;t slim down too much! Then the viet started talking about how developed countries are fatter. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTF&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got to vivocity, shoped around and headed for the arcade. I was like a crazy korean bitch(not refering to you bumsoo)in the arcade. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We played lotsa shit. My fav game was this shooting game called jurassic park. Me and my friend the vegetarian played and we had to travell and saved some explorers in a volcanic island. (Sounds like shit, I know but it was fun)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were so many damn dinosaurs coming our way. I was screaming(orgasmically) from the small booth we were in. It seemed weird.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6692618356267915429-6453752484472983328?l=trystoppingme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trystoppingme.blogspot.com/feeds/6453752484472983328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6692618356267915429&amp;postID=6453752484472983328' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6692618356267915429/posts/default/6453752484472983328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6692618356267915429/posts/default/6453752484472983328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trystoppingme.blogspot.com/2007/10/todaes-adventurespart-1.html' title='Todae&apos;s Adventures(pART 1)'/><author><name>~Free&amp;lt;&amp;gt;Identity~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13010937794675847292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rVm9BFs4o9w/RvjoaUhSJTI/AAAAAAAAAAM/qrfpsryeuLc/s320/247043855_0109d17708.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6692618356267915429.post-5751720376970183003</id><published>2007-10-07T21:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-07T21:43:28.821-07:00</updated><title type='text'>OMG another weird incident</title><content type='html'>I saw a &lt;strong&gt;transexual&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes I did, and guess where? The fucking Singaporean MRT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always see something weird on the MRT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don;t know what it is about Singapore. I always see a transexual on the MRT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, I was taking the MRT home. When I was near the transit stop, this sheman walked in. I couldn't really tell at first, it looked kinda like Leona Lewis(the singer).&lt;br /&gt;Suddnly, sheman's phone rang and then when it talked, I could tell. It was like someone trying to talk with something in his mouth.\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The person had these really weird Boobs. There were huge, like the size of my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok as I was saying.I couldn't hear what it was saying but it could'nt have been nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then she got off the same stop as me! Arrgh, it was like a scene from &lt;em&gt;Walking with Dinosaurs&lt;/em&gt;, but scarier!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The incident with the lady was amusing, but this one, plain scary. Fucking Weird too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I understand why Christians dont like transexuals.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6692618356267915429-5751720376970183003?l=trystoppingme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trystoppingme.blogspot.com/feeds/5751720376970183003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6692618356267915429&amp;postID=5751720376970183003' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6692618356267915429/posts/default/5751720376970183003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6692618356267915429/posts/default/5751720376970183003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trystoppingme.blogspot.com/2007/10/omg-another-weird-incident.html' title='OMG another weird incident'/><author><name>~Free&amp;lt;&amp;gt;Identity~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13010937794675847292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rVm9BFs4o9w/RvjoaUhSJTI/AAAAAAAAAAM/qrfpsryeuLc/s320/247043855_0109d17708.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6692618356267915429.post-7331446416347929023</id><published>2007-10-06T06:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-07T21:35:36.570-07:00</updated><title type='text'>EOYs</title><content type='html'>The FUCKING EOYs are here.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the english and chinese ones are over!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOHHOOH lets celebrate and have ***!&lt;br /&gt;(ok, maybe not thats a bad idea)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, only science, math and the humanities are left and these are my strongest subjects!(maybe cept for math)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let PARTY with...&lt;br /&gt;DIRRTY by Christina AGuilera!&lt;br /&gt;(this vid is seriously REALLY dirrty, so yeh if your easily offened don't look)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Fj3HkZv4tN8"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Fj3HkZv4tN8" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(glad she isnt like that anymore now thou..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok and heres a little laugh....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/jaGQ3SLBIno"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/jaGQ3SLBIno" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jessica Alba acts as Jessica Simpsons&lt;br /&gt;ANd some random guy acts as Nich Lachey, Jessica's husband&lt;br /&gt;(Bumsoo if you're here watch it there's something bout koreans here)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6692618356267915429-7331446416347929023?l=trystoppingme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trystoppingme.blogspot.com/feeds/7331446416347929023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6692618356267915429&amp;postID=7331446416347929023' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6692618356267915429/posts/default/7331446416347929023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6692618356267915429/posts/default/7331446416347929023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trystoppingme.blogspot.com/2007/10/eoys.html' title='EOYs'/><author><name>~Free&amp;lt;&amp;gt;Identity~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13010937794675847292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rVm9BFs4o9w/RvjoaUhSJTI/AAAAAAAAAAM/qrfpsryeuLc/s320/247043855_0109d17708.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6692618356267915429.post-4263914323021660494</id><published>2007-10-03T03:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-03T03:39:39.262-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No shit todae</title><content type='html'>Yeh. No shit todae.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cept for the fact that I found out that this particular korean classmate did a blog similar to mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCKing Copycat. You still owe me 2 dollars&lt;br /&gt;(Im still obliged to show you his/her/it's blog address cuz he did a link to mine:)&lt;br /&gt;   http://whyistheworldlikethis.vox.com/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANd someone stills owes me 70 cents!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANyways. I really dun have anything to say todae. Visit someday later.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wait i remember something !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found this website by some crazy evanglicans, saying that the next pope will be Pope john paul II AGAIN but it will be an impersonation by the devil! LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It also says that none will be able to tell and everyone will die...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will laugh once you see the plain stupidity...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.worldslastchance.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6692618356267915429-4263914323021660494?l=trystoppingme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trystoppingme.blogspot.com/feeds/4263914323021660494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6692618356267915429&amp;postID=4263914323021660494' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6692618356267915429/posts/default/4263914323021660494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6692618356267915429/posts/default/4263914323021660494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trystoppingme.blogspot.com/2007/10/no-shit-todae.html' title='No shit todae'/><author><name>~Free&amp;lt;&amp;gt;Identity~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13010937794675847292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rVm9BFs4o9w/RvjoaUhSJTI/AAAAAAAAAAM/qrfpsryeuLc/s320/247043855_0109d17708.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6692618356267915429.post-4970617190284481892</id><published>2007-10-01T05:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-01T05:58:05.468-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My weekly China reviews</title><content type='html'>Ppl offended by irreligious jokes stay away. Now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so as i was saying......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't watch the second episodes of survivor china............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i seriously regret it cuz my friends said it was awesome. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And THAT was because one of the contestants(leslie, the christian talk show host which also walked out of the temple) was having her daily christian fits again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to my friends. She woke up the 3rd day and hid in one corner of one of her huts and started saying:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I need my bible"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"God , please give me support, for I know everything is your will."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I am breaking down. I need my bible"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"My bible"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Lord, forgive me"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Bible"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then she started crying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She just hid in that corner for a long time until the challenge. And the whole bible thing just continued for like 1 hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTF? What the fuck was that? I mean that wasnt devout anymore, it was just scary and obsessive. I really laughed the whole day thinking about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, at the immunity challenge, one of the other contestants had to do this climb but her breats flopped out of her bra. It was so damn funny. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear i will give a summary every week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6692618356267915429-4970617190284481892?l=trystoppingme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trystoppingme.blogspot.com/feeds/4970617190284481892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6692618356267915429&amp;postID=4970617190284481892' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6692618356267915429/posts/default/4970617190284481892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6692618356267915429/posts/default/4970617190284481892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trystoppingme.blogspot.com/2007/10/my-weekly-china-reviews.html' title='My weekly China reviews'/><author><name>~Free&amp;lt;&amp;gt;Identity~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13010937794675847292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rVm9BFs4o9w/RvjoaUhSJTI/AAAAAAAAAAM/qrfpsryeuLc/s320/247043855_0109d17708.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6692618356267915429.post-9003205268165380814</id><published>2007-09-30T05:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-30T05:43:53.505-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another emo day.....</title><content type='html'>I haven't had an emo day for a week now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But today was it. It's good to be emo once in awhile. Gets you thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was just taking the MRT(train service) and I enter this cabin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was spooky. WOo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway there was this big gap in the center and everyone was on the two sides of the cabin. IN the center was this really unhealthy looking and angry woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was looking at the empty space behind her and start scolding it. (in hokkien)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"chow chi bai!" (smelly vagina!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"ta ma de lu jin cha. diam lar"(damn your noisy, shut up!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weird banter continued. At first it was just scary. Then I broke into laughter a stops before my destinaiton.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The woman looked at me. I looked back. For 2 damn minutes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I reached my stop. That was just plain amusing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL as I was saying, I had an emo day. I wasn;t emo yet though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to walk quite a while home from the train station. There's this lane I have to pass were banks advertise and poor people sell tissue. It is seriously saddening to see them. And no this is not a fake emotion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whilst crossing the road to that lane. I heard this really nice song. Never heard it, and I was walking from behinh the singer. She was using the tambourine and I thought:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTF is such a good voice doing in the streets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked abit more and I turned to look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*******mother****** She was blind. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt so emo. This world is so unfair. This is one of the reasons why I don;t believe someone is in charge of this world/.  She had to ask for money. OMG i feel so emo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't feel good the rest of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;BUNNYHERO PET START /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="width: 250px; padding: 0; margin: 0; text-align: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://petswf.bunnyherolabs.com/adopt/swf/spider" width="250" height="300" quality="high" bgcolor="ffffff" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" flashvars="cn=dogdy&amp;an=free%20identity&amp;clr=0x1ca6aa" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;a href="http://bunnyherolabs.com/adopt/"&gt;adopt your own virtual pet!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;BUNNYHERO PET END /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heres a random thing I did to try cheer me up. Doesn;t work.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6692618356267915429-9003205268165380814?l=trystoppingme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trystoppingme.blogspot.com/feeds/9003205268165380814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6692618356267915429&amp;postID=9003205268165380814' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6692618356267915429/posts/default/9003205268165380814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6692618356267915429/posts/default/9003205268165380814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trystoppingme.blogspot.com/2007/09/another-emo-day.html' title='Another emo day.....'/><author><name>~Free&amp;lt;&amp;gt;Identity~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13010937794675847292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rVm9BFs4o9w/RvjoaUhSJTI/AAAAAAAAAAM/qrfpsryeuLc/s320/247043855_0109d17708.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6692618356267915429.post-5083720423211776935</id><published>2007-09-29T18:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-29T18:50:15.147-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nuthing Interesting(again)</title><content type='html'>Seriously my life is getting really boring..............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cuz the Fucking EOY(end of years) is here. &lt;br /&gt;That means the last exams. For the whole year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again i still have about 10 mins everyday on the computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, 2 days ago there was this science thing where groups from my class had to present an element and a compound. (Yes, I know, thats is damn nerdy)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyways, there was this group of ppl that presented on water and hydrogen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in the true spirit of our class, they had to insult someone. At the end, they said never to waste water, or the poor children in africa may suffer.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL look at my first ever post and find out why that was so damn funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, at that point of time my chinese teacher walke din and randomly gave out burgers and hotdogs. She gave one to the science teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTF????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6692618356267915429-5083720423211776935?l=trystoppingme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trystoppingme.blogspot.com/feeds/5083720423211776935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6692618356267915429&amp;postID=5083720423211776935' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6692618356267915429/posts/default/5083720423211776935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6692618356267915429/posts/default/5083720423211776935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trystoppingme.blogspot.com/2007/09/nuthing-interestingagain.html' title='Nuthing Interesting(again)'/><author><name>~Free&amp;lt;&amp;gt;Identity~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13010937794675847292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rVm9BFs4o9w/RvjoaUhSJTI/AAAAAAAAAAM/qrfpsryeuLc/s320/247043855_0109d17708.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6692618356267915429.post-3509095204696177827</id><published>2007-09-27T03:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-27T03:51:11.254-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nuthing Interesting today.....</title><content type='html'>Aw man nothing interesting today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And no I'm not gonna talk about religion. Actually now I'm a evanglican and i believe dinosaurs and humans co-existed and this world is 6000 years old. And science is the work of the devil and it it raging war upon us!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Lol I always get a kick outta that)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do have a light, happy side to me though(all my classmates who have read the blog think it's emo)....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See this. Sometimes I feel really happy and I feel like a few good music videos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ywfTgLu3x1c"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ywfTgLu3x1c" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This video is really corny I mean look at 3:10-3:17. That said the last few notes are legendary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heres another favourite:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/P-Flgwb1pI8"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/P-Flgwb1pI8" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like Christina Aguilera. Oh yeh skip until 30 seconds. Theres a boring interlude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I feel emo again:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="353"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/oIwWqYSbzGA&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/oIwWqYSbzGA&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="353"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The video has too many 3D things though&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6692618356267915429-3509095204696177827?l=trystoppingme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trystoppingme.blogspot.com/feeds/3509095204696177827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6692618356267915429&amp;postID=3509095204696177827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6692618356267915429/posts/default/3509095204696177827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6692618356267915429/posts/default/3509095204696177827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trystoppingme.blogspot.com/2007/09/nuthing-interesting-today.html' title='Nuthing Interesting today.....'/><author><name>~Free&amp;lt;&amp;gt;Identity~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13010937794675847292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rVm9BFs4o9w/RvjoaUhSJTI/AAAAAAAAAAM/qrfpsryeuLc/s320/247043855_0109d17708.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6692618356267915429.post-1824233148928655876</id><published>2007-09-26T05:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-26T05:53:09.815-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Overreacting</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;LOL ppl love overreacting....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;See,my math teacher is 35 years old, so he has to go for re-service in the army(military training is compulsory in my country and ppl have to go back to the camps every year to stay fit). So we have a new teacher called:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;*drums rolls please*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;MR WEASLEY YIP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;(a.k.a Ugly,Weird Bitch)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;(Some bg info before you begin: Theres this pedophile who camps at the KFC near my school and gives this eerie stare to boy(sometimes girls)He's called the bishan gay)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Mr Weasely Yip looks like the bishan gay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So my friend went to talk to him. And Mr. Yip was friendly, almost overly-friendly and wanted to know his address, his primary school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This friend went to tell the level head that he thought he was a pedophile. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I know what your thinking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;WTF.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Anyways, the teacher(the level head) asked a few of us whether he was acting weird.(duh no, he was just really friendly)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;LOL as if that wasn't enough to write.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;Me and a few of my friends had to go to this IRS(individualised research studies) conference. Fucked up, isn't it. Then at the end there was a prize presentation which my school participated in. It was something like best research product? Anyways, my friend is anti-segregation and hierachcial system, except he just says that my school is fucked up. So, he cheer in this way:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;"Gold"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;"Bronze"(btw that's the worst in this competition as the semi-finals was alreayd conducted)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;"Gold"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;"Bronze"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;Then we got silver HAHAHHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;Anyways one of the teachers looked back and luckily i was one seat away. He said:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;"Which of you wanted us to win Bronze!!!!!!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;None of us spoke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;"Was it you?" he asked the culprit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;Guess what he said:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;"Maybe it was someone form below?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;At this point the teacher's hands started vibrating! Like a vibrator!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;" YOU THINK I AM A FOOL?" (no, i think you are a cold fuck nut)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;LOL he was so pissed off. I mean my friend lied, and the teacher had the right to be angry, but he looked as if he was high on drugs and was trying to mastubate. Seriously.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;Overreacting Bitches. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;Cheers!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6692618356267915429-1824233148928655876?l=trystoppingme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trystoppingme.blogspot.com/feeds/1824233148928655876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6692618356267915429&amp;postID=1824233148928655876' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6692618356267915429/posts/default/1824233148928655876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6692618356267915429/posts/default/1824233148928655876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trystoppingme.blogspot.com/2007/09/overreacting.html' title='Overreacting'/><author><name>~Free&amp;lt;&amp;gt;Identity~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13010937794675847292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rVm9BFs4o9w/RvjoaUhSJTI/AAAAAAAAAAM/qrfpsryeuLc/s320/247043855_0109d17708.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6692618356267915429.post-7128315870324353391</id><published>2007-09-25T03:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-25T03:52:49.002-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Haha found this logo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rVm9BFs4o9w/RvjoaUhSJTI/AAAAAAAAAAM/qrfpsryeuLc/s1600-h/247043855_0109d17708.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114092915761751346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rVm9BFs4o9w/RvjoaUhSJTI/AAAAAAAAAAM/qrfpsryeuLc/s320/247043855_0109d17708.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I like it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6692618356267915429-7128315870324353391?l=trystoppingme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trystoppingme.blogspot.com/feeds/7128315870324353391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6692618356267915429&amp;postID=7128315870324353391' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6692618356267915429/posts/default/7128315870324353391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6692618356267915429/posts/default/7128315870324353391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trystoppingme.blogspot.com/2007/09/haha-found-this-logo.html' title='Haha found this logo'/><author><name>~Free&amp;lt;&amp;gt;Identity~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13010937794675847292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rVm9BFs4o9w/RvjoaUhSJTI/AAAAAAAAAAM/qrfpsryeuLc/s320/247043855_0109d17708.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rVm9BFs4o9w/RvjoaUhSJTI/AAAAAAAAAAM/qrfpsryeuLc/s72-c/247043855_0109d17708.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6692618356267915429.post-3695298583005724643</id><published>2007-09-25T03:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-25T03:44:05.229-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Catholics &amp; Religion in whole</title><content type='html'>Hi guys! I don't really have anything to say today or any weird experiences. So I'll discuss my favourite topics:&lt;br /&gt;Religion(Yes you heard me)&lt;br /&gt;Bush(yes the short one,in charge of America)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here, I mean see these videos of smart comedians who make FUCKING SENSE!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This is one about Bush and the Old testament&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/YaNDeJW4ACM"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/YaNDeJW4ACM" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This is one about religion&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/MeSSwKffj9o"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/MeSSwKffj9o" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes I HAVE something against Bush and Religion. But I don;t have anything against ppl with religions. I just think that its all a fake story to explain life after death, which ALSO doesn't exist.&lt;br /&gt;(Remember, I am an Atheist who is also a believer in Secular humanism)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todae I burnt a stick of magnesium ammonide(something like that) to make it turn into magnesium oxide in this blinding flash of light. 500 years ago, ppl with religions would say this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg! A miracle! Must read Bible!&lt;br /&gt;(or some sort of variation of that)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. PPL from 1P will understand the previous line.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6692618356267915429-3695298583005724643?l=trystoppingme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trystoppingme.blogspot.com/feeds/3695298583005724643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6692618356267915429&amp;postID=3695298583005724643' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6692618356267915429/posts/default/3695298583005724643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6692618356267915429/posts/default/3695298583005724643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trystoppingme.blogspot.com/2007/09/catholics-religion-in-whole.html' title='Catholics &amp; Religion in whole'/><author><name>~Free&amp;lt;&amp;gt;Identity~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13010937794675847292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rVm9BFs4o9w/RvjoaUhSJTI/AAAAAAAAAAM/qrfpsryeuLc/s320/247043855_0109d17708.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6692618356267915429.post-9077517199869058253</id><published>2007-09-24T02:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-24T03:24:42.619-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Elite-ism,Respect and Philosophy</title><content type='html'>I take the subject philosophy, and we have this assignment where a group of us are brought out of our classrooms for this discussion, and we are marked upon how well we speak and how much sense and precision we talk with. And they give us taboo topics and country issues. It's one group at a time, so when the teacher is out he lets us see this movie: Helen Keller.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the thing is that I was needing the toilet, and I just excused myself from the room and went to the toilet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anything wrong with that? I don't think so. Seriously, the teacher is away and it won't be disrespectful,right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I was walking back, the teacher was coincidendetally walking back. He called me to come over and so I smiled and waved at him, thinking that the lesson was over(btw I USED to like this teacher). He was like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Shawn, why didn't you ask for permission to go out of the class?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was astounded&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Huh?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You know what you did was wrong and disrespectful.Please don;t do that, you are sneaky out of the class."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh(at this point I get it)! I'm so sorry sir, I didn't know.I'm sorry."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was seriously, overreacting. I had excused myself and told the friends around me so if the teacher came he would know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He called me to get in. How was I disrespectful?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTF was that? I mean does your teacher do that? If it had happened to any other classroom in any other school in any other country, I very sure that wouldn't happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I attributed this to one reason: Elitism&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, I really hate the idea of elitism, cuz it screws everything up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, I'm in this supposedly elite school and in one of the better classes in my cohort. That is just plain segregation. That is almost like segregating based on colour or religion. Huh, pretty good a representation of my country yes? And you know my school is breeding future leaders????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I needa have a change of school, SOON&lt;&gt; or I'll go emo and commit suicide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S I may have another reason why he was angry. Maybe because 3 of his other students were scolded, he just wanted ot vent his anger. I dunno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.S. One of my other friends it making a blog too(kind of a rip-off don't you think), about HIS life problems go check it out at: thetempleofanubis.blogspot.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6692618356267915429-9077517199869058253?l=trystoppingme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trystoppingme.blogspot.com/feeds/9077517199869058253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6692618356267915429&amp;postID=9077517199869058253' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6692618356267915429/posts/default/9077517199869058253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6692618356267915429/posts/default/9077517199869058253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trystoppingme.blogspot.com/2007/09/elite-ismrespect-and-philosophy.html' title='Elite-ism,Respect and Philosophy'/><author><name>~Free&amp;lt;&amp;gt;Identity~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13010937794675847292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rVm9BFs4o9w/RvjoaUhSJTI/AAAAAAAAAAM/qrfpsryeuLc/s320/247043855_0109d17708.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6692618356267915429.post-4731081043851965471</id><published>2007-09-22T06:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-24T02:56:34.406-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Adsense,China and survivor</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This is great I mean im getting like 5 visitors a day now to my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Usually in my previous blog I got 1. Sometimes none.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm quite a good blogger ain't i&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways click on and visit the ads. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Heres another one of my life experiences&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some ppl may be offended and if you are a devoutly religious christian or buddhist I suggets you leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;NOW&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And me and my good friend bennett(or jeanett) were talking about survivor. I was like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Do you where survior is going to next?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Oh I know"(he started talking in this weird jeff probst(host of survivor) way)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"We are leaving the tropical setting for.... China"&lt;br /&gt;(I have nothing against china but with all the lead toys, carbonated toothpaste,cardboard buns, low quality items, battery animal farming..., you know I can,t help it"&lt;br /&gt;We started laughing. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched the first episode and i swear I will watch more of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was this introduction thing were the contestants were introduced by monks in this 400 year year old temple. Everything was so extoic and made out of gold. It was an epitaph of human achievement.&lt;br /&gt;(sorry bout that but Im a secular human being).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They(the contestants) had to bow in a sign of respect to the buddha statue so that the people of china would welcome them with open arms. ANd believe me it was an important ceremony&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, someone had to show disrespect, cry and say this was sinning and was wrong and stomp off. And show to to the world on tv, just because she believed differently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was a christian talk show host. Love your neighbour huh. It was so disrespectful. a bartender was wondered by the sheer size of the temple and showed some form of respect and awe. The monks didn't even make anyone form of retaliation, they just continnued. That is what I call tolerance and respect. If a buddhist walked out of a mass or a important church meeting, the papers would go all over it and create conflict. Some people would go violent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And no I'm not buddhist. Check out the word agnostic on wikipedia . Thats what i am. A agnostic secular human being.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/6692618356267915429-4731081043851965471?l=trystoppingme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trystoppingme.blogspot.com/feeds/4731081043851965471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6692618356267915429&amp;postID=4731081043851965471' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6692618356267915429/posts/default/4731081043851965471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6692618356267915429/posts/default/4731081043851965471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trystoppingme.blogspot.com/2007/09/adhits.html' title='Adsense,China and survivor'/><author><name>~Free&amp;lt;&amp;gt;Identity~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13010937794675847292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rVm9BFs4o9w/RvjoaUhSJTI/AAAAAAAAAAM/qrfpsryeuLc/s320/247043855_0109d17708.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6692618356267915429.post-3405793311736212327</id><published>2007-09-22T06:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-24T02:55:43.155-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Some people are just so...</title><content type='html'>See, I got this comment on my blog on my previous post. Go read it if you haven,t.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comment more ppl, It gives me more hits to my website and gives me cash from Google Adsense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to issue a reply. Now, I think that right now instead of going against just me, you are going against the whole of the GEP. WTF is that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That just shows how close minded you are. That also shows why you are so goddamn ******up.You may think that my views are sad, but what are yours? You are grouping people, segregating them and now you are attackingthem,. You hate me go publish another blog, go against me i don't care! I mean leave me alone. This blog is for emo people who are able to tell that this world is selfish, driven by sex, money and sometimes crazy afganistans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You think your views are supposedly "better", more correct, but what are they based on? You moral teachings? And oh yeh, stop attacking us GEPers, your doing the same thing the Germans did to the Jews, just because they are a minority.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeh. Hoping for a reply. Cheers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Lol a day after my reply he deleted his post!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6692618356267915429-3405793311736212327?l=trystoppingme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trystoppingme.blogspot.com/feeds/3405793311736212327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6692618356267915429&amp;postID=3405793311736212327' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6692618356267915429/posts/default/3405793311736212327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6692618356267915429/posts/default/3405793311736212327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trystoppingme.blogspot.com/2007/09/some-people-are-just-so.html' title='Some people are just so...'/><author><name>~Free&amp;lt;&amp;gt;Identity~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13010937794675847292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rVm9BFs4o9w/RvjoaUhSJTI/AAAAAAAAAAM/qrfpsryeuLc/s320/247043855_0109d17708.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6692618356267915429.post-7059230435699437381</id><published>2007-09-20T02:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-20T03:01:41.618-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Prepare for Salvation......</title><content type='html'>This seems to happen everyday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happens is that a naive asscrack gets bullied or accused of something(not by me)&lt;br /&gt;and if he thinks that he was wronged, he'll get into quite a fight. Most of the time that's what happens and I think that theres nothing wrong with that(I mean a school of hard knoks is better that disciplinary action,shapes up a boy/man better).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet, I know of a guy who goes by the nickname of S**rdho-***re(can't say he's quite a tatter tale). I was out of class at a oral comm lesson and when I came back I saw everyone was standing and quiet, like as if Jesus had come(woo).Actually it was just the teacher. Mr. K.Yap &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then when the teacher was gone THAT person (the one I mentioned beforehand) sorta turned weird. He was like...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"My bottle cap"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What?" I asked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I told them 3 times They had my bottle cap, they didn't give it back. They pushed me"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(at this moment guess how old this guy is, tell you at the end of the post)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" I told them 3 times leh. They threw it around"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point he started tearing and cleching his fist, sorta like fits you get when you have dyslexia or tourettes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I turned kinda emo and said:" They are stronger, more in number and MUCH more popular then you. Face it. Accomodate to them"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why should I"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Cuz popular and rich people rule the world" I said in my emo attitude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He gave me this ghost look at said,"Prepare for salvation". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wooo. Thats so hurtful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If someone had taken a bottle cap to just play around with it, would you get angry(yes),tear up(noway),curse them in this weird language from an anime?(lol go **** yourself)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the truth is that good ppl don't rule the world.Idiots and cheaters(look at bush)&lt;br /&gt;rule the world. He couldn;t face up to THAT?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People love overeacting don't they.(me included) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nows wheres the number to my anger management councilor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I know you're think he's about 9 years old. He's 13&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6692618356267915429-7059230435699437381?l=trystoppingme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trystoppingme.blogspot.com/feeds/7059230435699437381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6692618356267915429&amp;postID=7059230435699437381' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6692618356267915429/posts/default/7059230435699437381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6692618356267915429/posts/default/7059230435699437381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trystoppingme.blogspot.com/2007/09/prepare-for-salvation.html' title='Prepare for Salvation......'/><author><name>~Free&amp;lt;&amp;gt;Identity~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13010937794675847292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rVm9BFs4o9w/RvjoaUhSJTI/AAAAAAAAAAM/qrfpsryeuLc/s320/247043855_0109d17708.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6692618356267915429.post-6754595979662440875</id><published>2007-09-19T06:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-20T02:38:17.535-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Teachers</title><content type='html'>My second post. Woo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways ppl reading should be from my class and we got a new geog tr!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WAHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She rocks lar. I mean how often does a teacher say shut the fuck up(twice)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shes like a new generation teacher. Ands she emo but she doesn't overdo it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How great is that. Well at least she doesn't talk about africa and the poor children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway a guy form my class was talking about how horrible my chinese teacher was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He went transcribing what she said. He found 29 errors.Woo. I wonder if lin si hui actually has a degree or shes just a fake assfat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kinda bad news: Mrs Lim will be back 19 oct. Start being politcally correct again!&lt;br /&gt;And no sucking up any more plz(a certain bumsoo)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sry bout the crap content im in a rush&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6692618356267915429-6754595979662440875?l=trystoppingme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trystoppingme.blogspot.com/feeds/6754595979662440875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6692618356267915429&amp;postID=6754595979662440875' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6692618356267915429/posts/default/6754595979662440875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6692618356267915429/posts/default/6754595979662440875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trystoppingme.blogspot.com/2007/09/teachers.html' title='Teachers'/><author><name>~Free&amp;lt;&amp;gt;Identity~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13010937794675847292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rVm9BFs4o9w/RvjoaUhSJTI/AAAAAAAAAAM/qrfpsryeuLc/s320/247043855_0109d17708.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6692618356267915429.post-2090729631279668920</id><published>2007-09-17T03:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-17T03:36:53.966-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My first post</title><content type='html'>Wow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so emo today.ON my first post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets talk about how the poor children in Africa are dying while I'm typing my post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol thats what my friend said to me after I sprayed water all aroung the classroom using my squirt water-bottle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He actually started crying! Like a baby!" And he was mumbling about Africa lol! &lt;br /&gt;(Too much LIVE EARTH and LIVE AID yeh?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what he said? "Think of all the poor Children in Africa dying because you're wasting water!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I continued spraying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was like " Bitch,please try stop me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You're so stupid" he then said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wow what gives you the right to say that" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I have been through more moral education than you!!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That brings me to my thought. WTF does moral education have to do with morals? They teach you what society views as correct and don't you think thats just so sad?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in this capitalism world, who the **** cares about anyone else? After seeing this incident, one of my friends form Korea said this'" You know I think Africa is just there for people to compare so they don't waste things." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow. I actually agreed with him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6692618356267915429-2090729631279668920?l=trystoppingme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trystoppingme.blogspot.com/feeds/2090729631279668920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6692618356267915429&amp;postID=2090729631279668920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6692618356267915429/posts/default/2090729631279668920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6692618356267915429/posts/default/2090729631279668920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trystoppingme.blogspot.com/2007/09/my-first-post.html' title='My first post'/><author><name>~Free&amp;lt;&amp;gt;Identity~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13010937794675847292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rVm9BFs4o9w/RvjoaUhSJTI/AAAAAAAAAAM/qrfpsryeuLc/s320/247043855_0109d17708.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
