<?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-11528862</id><updated>2011-04-22T03:08:26.809+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bra.the's of heaven.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eissuom.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11528862/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eissuom.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' 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at all&lt;br /&gt;I'm happy wondering&lt;br /&gt;Go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I was a young man I never was a fun man&lt;br /&gt;I never had a plan and no security&lt;br /&gt;Then ever since I met you I never could forget you&lt;br /&gt;I only wanna get you right here next to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause everybody(a-whoa)Needs someone that they can trust and...&lt;br /&gt;You're somebody(a-whoa)That I found just in time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want me to wait,&lt;br /&gt;I will wait for you&lt;br /&gt;If you tell me to stay,&lt;br /&gt;I would stay right through&lt;br /&gt;If you don't wanna say anything at all&lt;br /&gt;I'm happy wondering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now my life is changing, It's always rearranging&lt;br /&gt;It's always getting stranger than I thought it ever could&lt;br /&gt;Ever since I found you, I wanna be around you&lt;br /&gt;I wanna get down to the point that I need you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause everybody (a-whoa)Needs someone that they can trust and...&lt;br /&gt;You're somebody(a-whoa)That I found just in time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want me to wait,&lt;br /&gt;I will wait for you&lt;br /&gt;If you tell me to stay,&lt;br /&gt;I would stay right through&lt;br /&gt;If you don't wanna say anything at all&lt;br /&gt;I'm happy wondering&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, yeah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't tell me the bad news&lt;br /&gt;Don't tell me anything at all&lt;br /&gt;Just tell me that you need me&lt;br /&gt;And stay right here with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want me to wait,&lt;br /&gt;I will wait for you&lt;br /&gt;If you tell me to stay,&lt;br /&gt;I would stay right through&lt;br /&gt;If you don't wanna say anything at all&lt;br /&gt;I'm happy wondering&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want me to wait,&lt;br /&gt;I will wait for you&lt;br /&gt;If you tell me to stay,&lt;br /&gt;I would stay right through&lt;br /&gt;If you don't wanna say anything at all&lt;br /&gt;i'm happy wondering&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11528862-471716099451969343?l=eissuom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eissuom.blogspot.com/feeds/471716099451969343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11528862&amp;postID=471716099451969343&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11528862/posts/default/471716099451969343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11528862/posts/default/471716099451969343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eissuom.blogspot.com/2009/03/always-my-princess.html' title='always my princess.'/><author><name>bra.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14930133470201306890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11528862.post-8618065989583801853</id><published>2009-03-01T09:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T09:44:17.227+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hands down =D</title><content type='html'>Breathe in for luck,&lt;br /&gt;breathe in so deep,&lt;br /&gt;this air is blessed,&lt;br /&gt;you share with me.&lt;br /&gt;This night is wild,&lt;br /&gt;so calm and dull,&lt;br /&gt;these hearts they race,&lt;br /&gt;from self control.&lt;br /&gt;Your legs are smooth,&lt;br /&gt;as they graze mine,&lt;br /&gt;we're doing fine,&lt;br /&gt;we're doing nothing at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hopes are so high,&lt;br /&gt;that your kiss might kill me.&lt;br /&gt;So won't you kill me,&lt;br /&gt;so I die happy.&lt;br /&gt;My heart is yours to fill or burst,&lt;br /&gt;to break or bury,&lt;br /&gt;or wear as jewelery,&lt;br /&gt;which ever you prefer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The words are hushed lets not get busted;&lt;br /&gt;just lay entwined here, undiscovered.&lt;br /&gt;Safe in here from all the stupid questions.&lt;br /&gt;"hey did you get some?"&lt;br /&gt;Man, that is so dumb.&lt;br /&gt;Stay quiet, stay near, stay close they can't hear...&lt;br /&gt;so we can get some.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hopes are so high that your kiss might kill me.&lt;br /&gt;So won't you kill me, so I die happy.&lt;br /&gt;My heart is yours to fill or burst,&lt;br /&gt;to break or bury, or wear as jewelery,&lt;br /&gt;which ever you prefer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hands down this is the best day I can ever remember,&lt;br /&gt;I'll always remember the sound of the stereo,&lt;br /&gt;the dim of the soft lights,&lt;br /&gt;the scent of your hair that you twirled in your fingers&lt;br /&gt;and the time on the clock when we realized it's so late&lt;br /&gt;this moment we share together&lt;br /&gt;and the streets were wet&lt;br /&gt;and the gate was locked so I jumped it,&lt;br /&gt;and I let you in.&lt;br /&gt;And you stood at your door with your hands on my waist&lt;br /&gt;and you kissed me like you meant it.&lt;br /&gt;And I knew that you meant it,&lt;br /&gt;that you meant it,&lt;br /&gt;that you meant it,&lt;br /&gt;and I knew,&lt;br /&gt;that you meant it,&lt;br /&gt;that you meant it.&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/11528862-8618065989583801853?l=eissuom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eissuom.blogspot.com/feeds/8618065989583801853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11528862&amp;postID=8618065989583801853&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11528862/posts/default/8618065989583801853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11528862/posts/default/8618065989583801853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eissuom.blogspot.com/2009/03/hands-down-d.html' title='hands down =D'/><author><name>bra.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14930133470201306890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11528862.post-136352347490750636</id><published>2009-01-04T15:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T15:54:28.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Walter Reed.</title><content type='html'>I count the cases piled up high&lt;br /&gt;For the 1:15.&lt;br /&gt;For platform and for passerby&lt;br /&gt;It's the same routine.&lt;br /&gt;I'm ranting while I’m raving,&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing here worth saving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me now, what more do you need?&lt;br /&gt;Take me to Walter Reed tonight.&lt;br /&gt;Baby I've lost the will for fighting&lt;br /&gt;Over everything.&lt;br /&gt;Well there's a few things I gotta say&lt;br /&gt;And make no mistake, I'm mad…&lt;br /&gt;'Cause every good thing I've had&lt;br /&gt;Abandoned me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I want to do is hide.&lt;br /&gt;It's graduation day&lt;br /&gt;And everything I learned inside&lt;br /&gt;Didn't seem to pay.&lt;br /&gt;I've had my fill of palm trees&lt;br /&gt;And lighting up Grauman's Chinese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me now, what more do you need?&lt;br /&gt;Take me to Walter Reed tonight.&lt;br /&gt;Baby I've lost the will for fighting&lt;br /&gt;Over everything&lt;br /&gt;And there's a few things I gotta say.&lt;br /&gt;Make no mistake, I'm mad.&lt;br /&gt;'Cause every good thing I had&lt;br /&gt;Abandoned me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A sad and lonesome me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm the walking wounded&lt;br /&gt;And I'd say it to your face&lt;br /&gt;But I can't find my place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tell me now, what more do you need?&lt;br /&gt;Take me to Walter Reed tonight.&lt;br /&gt;Baby I've lost the will for fighting&lt;br /&gt;Over everything&lt;br /&gt;And there's a few things I gotta say.&lt;br /&gt;Make no mistake, I'm mad&lt;br /&gt;'Cause every good thing I had&lt;br /&gt;Abandoned me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A sad and lonesome me.&lt;br /&gt;A sad and lonesome me.&lt;br /&gt;A sad and lonesome me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11528862-136352347490750636?l=eissuom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11528862.post-906618560606066766</id><published>2008-10-18T23:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T00:37:59.878+08:00</updated><title type='text'>aww females =)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Yesterday, scientists revealed that beer contains small traces of female hormones.&lt;br /&gt;To prove their theory, the scientists fed 100 men 12 pints of beer and observed that 100% of them gained weight, talked excessively without making sense, became emotional, couldnt drive, and refused to apologize when wrong.&lt;br /&gt;No further testing is planned&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peace out jessie =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11528862-906618560606066766?l=eissuom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eissuom.blogspot.com/feeds/906618560606066766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11528862&amp;postID=906618560606066766&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11528862/posts/default/906618560606066766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11528862/posts/default/906618560606066766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eissuom.blogspot.com/2008/10/aww-females.html' title='aww females =)'/><author><name>bra.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14930133470201306890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11528862.post-1689730237129731223</id><published>2008-08-31T02:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T02:16:29.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fallin' slowly</title><content type='html'>I don't know you&lt;br /&gt;But I want you&lt;br /&gt;All the more for that&lt;br /&gt;Words fall through me&lt;br /&gt;And always fool me&lt;br /&gt;And I can't react&lt;br /&gt;And games that never amount&lt;br /&gt;To more than they're meant&lt;br /&gt;Will play themselves out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take this sinking boat and point it home&lt;br /&gt;We've still got time&lt;br /&gt;Raise your hopeful voice you have a choice&lt;br /&gt;You've made it now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Falling slowly, eyes that know me&lt;br /&gt;And I can't go back&lt;br /&gt;Moods that take me and erase me&lt;br /&gt;And I'm painted black&lt;br /&gt;You have suffered enough&lt;br /&gt;And warred with yourself&lt;br /&gt;It's time that you won&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take this sinking boat and point it home&lt;br /&gt;We've still got time&lt;br /&gt;Raise your hopeful voice you have a choice&lt;br /&gt;You've made it now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take this sinking boat and point it home&lt;br /&gt;We've still got time&lt;br /&gt;Raise your hopeful voice you have a choice&lt;br /&gt;You've made it now&lt;br /&gt;Falling slowly sing your melody&lt;br /&gt;I'll sing along&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11528862-1689730237129731223?l=eissuom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eissuom.blogspot.com/feeds/1689730237129731223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11528862&amp;postID=1689730237129731223&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11528862/posts/default/1689730237129731223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11528862/posts/default/1689730237129731223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eissuom.blogspot.com/2008/08/fallin-slowly.html' title='fallin&apos; slowly'/><author><name>bra.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14930133470201306890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11528862.post-4044798896223763797</id><published>2008-08-19T12:25:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T01:05:42.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'>life is callin'</title><content type='html'>the endless late nights.&lt;br /&gt;the constant rushing home to meet raid timings.&lt;br /&gt;the 'er no i gtg rush home' excuses&lt;br /&gt;the neglection of my friends.&lt;br /&gt;the missing of family lunches/dinners.&lt;br /&gt;the lost of several friendships.&lt;br /&gt;endless enjoyment over thumping keyboard keys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thought i cld actually balance play n wow. but i was wrong. There are three problems that arise from WoW: the time it requires to do anything "important" is astounding, it gives people a false sense of accomplishment n ppl dun realise its juz a game, they wrap themselves up in a false sense of mixed emotions, no matter how much you care or want people to care, it always end up the other way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The game also provides people with a false sense of security, accomplishment, and purpose. Anyone can be a superhero here if they have the time to put in. Not only that, a few times I've seen this breed the "rockstar" personality in people who have no confidence at all in real life. Don't get me wrong, building confidence is a good thing and something, if honed appropriately, the game can do very right. But in more than a few cases, very immature people with bad attitudes are catered to (even after insulting or degrading others "in public") because they are "better" than the rest. Usually this means they played a lot more and have better gear. I'd really hate to see how this "I'm better than you attitude" plays out in real life where it means jack how epic your loot is - when you say the wrong thing to the wrong person it's going to have repercussions and you can't just log out to avoid the effects of your actions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And people put everything on the line for these accomplishments with which they associate much value. I know of children and spouses being forced to play and grind for their parents, threats of divorce, rampant neglect, failing grades in school, and thousands of dollars spent on "outsourcing" foreign help. For what, you ask? Honor. The desire to be the best for at least one week. To get the best loot in the game. What do these "heroes" receive? Why, cheers and accolades of course as they parade along in their new shiny gear... which is obsolete the first time they step into one of the premier instances. The accomplishment and sacrifice itself are meaningless a few days later. Then it's usually off to the races again. fuck me honestly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing that kicked me in the ass more than anything else was I really cared if my guildies were getting what they wanted out of the experience. I truly thought my efforts would make them happy. I spent hours trying to re-create friendships that i was missing out in RL. hours trying to complete an instance in the hope of gettin to know my online friends better. I wanted to make a difference to them. Then it hit me like a ton of bricks: I was trying to make up to wad i really lost in RL. i dun even know where to start to regain my foothold in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ran into one of my "real" friends and I'd hear "Hey, what's up, I haven't seen you in a while." I looked in the mirror and in a cinemaesque turn of events and a biblical moment of clarity, told myself "I haven't seen me in a while either." iz true. All the while, i was hiding this facade - moussie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That did it. I wanted to do the things I wanted to do again and be with the people who appreciated me even if I abandoned them for a year as a friend. One of my friends said "your real friends like you even when you screw up." It's true. In the end, it got boring as I saw what getting really involved gets you...strong relationships with dysfunctional and stupid kids.Looking back, wow did some things right. I made several invaluable friends from it. Though ive never met them, they are as sincere as it can be. I came away from my little world, thinking i learned something, as much as you dont want to hurt in RL, WoW doesn't hurt. Ive used wow to get away from life's complication, it was wrong, and I really wished i spent more time with my RL friends now. Online friends are great, but RL friends &gt; online people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodbye moussie, rest in peace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11528862-4044798896223763797?l=eissuom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eissuom.blogspot.com/feeds/4044798896223763797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11528862&amp;postID=4044798896223763797&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11528862/posts/default/4044798896223763797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11528862/posts/default/4044798896223763797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eissuom.blogspot.com/2008/08/life-is-callin.html' title='life is callin&apos;'/><author><name>bra.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14930133470201306890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11528862.post-2053586954551240500</id><published>2008-08-18T12:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T13:01:18.828+08:00</updated><title type='text'>is it you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I'm looking for a lover not a friend&lt;br /&gt;Somebody who can be there when I need someone to talk to&lt;br /&gt;I'm looking for someone who won't pretend&lt;br /&gt;Somebody not afraid to say&lt;br /&gt;The way they feel about you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm looking for someone who understands&lt;br /&gt;How I feel&lt;br /&gt;Someone who can keep it real&lt;br /&gt;And who knows the way&lt;br /&gt;The way I like to have it my way&lt;br /&gt;And I'm looking for someone who takes me there&lt;br /&gt;Wants to share&lt;br /&gt;Shows he cares&lt;br /&gt;Thinkin' you're the one that I've been waiting for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it you?&lt;br /&gt;Is it you?&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you're the one I've been waiting for&lt;br /&gt;Could you be the one for me?&lt;br /&gt;Could you be the one I need?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm looking for someone to share my pain&lt;br /&gt;Someone who I can run to&lt;br /&gt;Who will stay with me when it rains&lt;br /&gt;Someone who I can cry with through the night&lt;br /&gt;Someone who I can trust whose heart is right&lt;br /&gt;And I'm looking for someone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm looking for someone who understands&lt;br /&gt;How I feel&lt;br /&gt;Someone who can keep it real&lt;br /&gt;And who knows the way&lt;br /&gt;The way I like to have it my way&lt;br /&gt;And I'm looking for someone who takes me there&lt;br /&gt;Wants to share&lt;br /&gt;Shows he cares&lt;br /&gt;Thinking you're the one that I've been waiting for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take for granted how much I care (how much I care)&lt;br /&gt;Appreciates that I'm there&lt;br /&gt;Someone who listens&lt;br /&gt;And someone I can call who isn't afraid of love to share&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11528862-2053586954551240500?l=eissuom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eissuom.blogspot.com/feeds/2053586954551240500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11528862&amp;postID=2053586954551240500&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11528862/posts/default/2053586954551240500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11528862/posts/default/2053586954551240500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eissuom.blogspot.com/2008/08/is-it-you.html' title='is it you.'/><author><name>bra.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14930133470201306890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11528862.post-1998841430784539636</id><published>2008-08-12T11:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T11:54:39.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bad habits.</title><content type='html'>Story of a family with diverse eating disorders. Their faith, love and vanity are all put to the test at the dining room table.&lt;br /&gt;Matilde is a nun convinced that faith moves mountains. Secretly she begins a mystic fasting to end what she considers to be the second great flood.&lt;br /&gt;Elena is a thin and fashion-conscious woman ashamed of her daughter's chubbiness. She's willing to do the impossible to make her daughter Linda thin so Linda will look like a little princess on the day she receives her first communion.&lt;br /&gt;At the same time Elena's husband Gustavo - a professor of architecture - cannot cope any more with his wife's bones sticking into him in more intimate moments. He discovers love thanks to a cuddly female student fascinated with good food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The film is a cruel, yet realistic view over everything that surrounds food in the modern society. Through Linda and Elena, we see the false perspective for losing weight, as well with the obsession of society for being thin, since that's the ideal. Not for nothing Elena says to her friend "La prefiero muerta que gorda", (I prefer her dead than fat).&lt;br /&gt;Well Malos hábitos, over everything. Dark, creepy, and yet so true.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11528862-1998841430784539636?l=eissuom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eissuom.blogspot.com/feeds/1998841430784539636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11528862&amp;postID=1998841430784539636&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11528862/posts/default/1998841430784539636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11528862/posts/default/1998841430784539636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eissuom.blogspot.com/2008/08/bad-habits.html' title='bad habits.'/><author><name>bra.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14930133470201306890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11528862.post-7141576625595015340</id><published>2008-08-01T01:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T01:14:27.818+08:00</updated><title type='text'>who am i?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11528862-7141576625595015340?l=eissuom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eissuom.blogspot.com/feeds/7141576625595015340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11528862&amp;postID=7141576625595015340&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11528862/posts/default/7141576625595015340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11528862/posts/default/7141576625595015340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eissuom.blogspot.com/2008/08/who-am-i.html' title='who am i?'/><author><name>bra.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14930133470201306890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11528862.post-2757764671037133053</id><published>2008-03-15T01:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-15T01:09:13.635+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NO u!</title><content type='html'>"NO U" is the ultimate trump to any debate or drama on the Internets. It originated on Something Awful at least 100 years ago and has been used ever since, though its roots originate in playground arguments. Perhaps the most appealing feature of "No U" is the fact that there is no defense against it and it requires no research whatsoever, but still manages to enrage other people. However, beware! Master debaters know that the only escape is to enter a never-ending cycle of "No U" until one of the debaters gets bored or angry and leaves. In this case, if you are the last person to leave, a winner is you! Congratulations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Example of Delivery&lt;br /&gt;Q u o t e:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prima: If you're just going to sit back and criticize the furry fandom without doing any research on the sociopolitical ramifications of the lifestyle or culture, then you're nothing more than a prejudiced, narrow-minded homophobe.&lt;br /&gt;Secunda: no u&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secunda has successfully enraged Prima so much that they can no longer come up with a valid counterargument, thereby winning them the argument and the adulation of millions of women. Remember to only use this power for the betterment of society, or for lulz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11528862-2757764671037133053?l=eissuom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eissuom.blogspot.com/feeds/2757764671037133053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11528862&amp;postID=2757764671037133053&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11528862/posts/default/2757764671037133053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11528862/posts/default/2757764671037133053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eissuom.blogspot.com/2008/03/no-u.html' title='NO u!'/><author><name>bra.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14930133470201306890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11528862.post-3233588304778178729</id><published>2008-01-04T03:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-04T03:24:51.668+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>beta hse&lt;br /&gt;the hills haf eyes 2&lt;br /&gt;hostel 2&lt;br /&gt;saw3&lt;br /&gt;Mean gurls&lt;br /&gt;fantastic 4 silversurfer&lt;br /&gt;dead or alive&lt;br /&gt;perfect holiday&lt;br /&gt;a cinderella story&lt;br /&gt;HSM 2&lt;br /&gt;saw4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time for more fuking movies.&lt;br /&gt;so glad to be away from all the RL shit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11528862-3233588304778178729?l=eissuom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eissuom.blogspot.com/feeds/3233588304778178729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11528862&amp;postID=3233588304778178729&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11528862/posts/default/3233588304778178729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11528862/posts/default/3233588304778178729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eissuom.blogspot.com/2008/01/beta-hse-hills-had-eyes-2-hostel-2-saw3.html' title=''/><author><name>bra.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14930133470201306890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11528862.post-6231080637130365800</id><published>2007-11-01T18:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-01T18:34:06.055+08:00</updated><title type='text'>for u sluts</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;was I left behind?&lt;br /&gt;Someone tell me, tell me I survived.&lt;br /&gt;Don't look so surprised that I'm home, but just for tonight.&lt;br /&gt;With rough hands and sore eyes&lt;br /&gt;so don't speak, I am tired.&lt;br /&gt;Let's just live through this lie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She says I swear too much,&lt;br /&gt;she says a lot of things,&lt;br /&gt;well I'd swear every other word if I could&lt;br /&gt;for her I'll make an attempt.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes love isn't about how much someone suits you&lt;br /&gt;but how much you're willing to change to suit them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All my bones are dust,&lt;br /&gt;(Two people too damaged too much too late)&lt;br /&gt;and my heart's sealed with rust.&lt;br /&gt;(Two people too damaged too much too late)&lt;br /&gt;These hands will always be rough.&lt;br /&gt;(Two people too damaged too much too late)&lt;br /&gt;I know this won't count for much.&lt;br /&gt;(Two people too damaged too much too late)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day my hands were too soft,&lt;br /&gt;one day she said, "I'm tired".&lt;br /&gt;one day her clothes were on my floor,&lt;br /&gt;one day, empty bottles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I'm not saying she's my last.&lt;br /&gt;I'm just saying that she could have been,&lt;br /&gt;it doesn't matter how rough these hands get.&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't matter cause I'm not her man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rough hands rough days,&lt;br /&gt;rough hands rough nights,&lt;br /&gt;rough hands, rough season,&lt;br /&gt;rough hands, rough fights...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div 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sluts'/><author><name>bra.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14930133470201306890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11528862.post-5547877678884235474</id><published>2007-08-11T23:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-11T23:43:44.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'>roadside</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;tell me what I'm supposed to do,&lt;br /&gt;with all these left over feelings of you;&lt;br /&gt;'cause I don't know&lt;br /&gt;and tell me how I'm supposed to feel,&lt;br /&gt;when all these nightmares become real;&lt;br /&gt;'cause I don't know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I don't think you see the places&lt;br /&gt;inside me that I find you,&lt;br /&gt;and I don't know how we separate&lt;br /&gt;the lies here from the truth;&lt;br /&gt;and I don't know how we woke up one day&lt;br /&gt;and somehow thought we knew&lt;br /&gt;exactly what we're supposed to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so leave me at the roadside,&lt;br /&gt;and hang me up and out to dry;&lt;br /&gt;so leave me at the roadside,&lt;br /&gt;and hang me up and out to dry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I don't think you see the places&lt;br /&gt;inside me that I find you;&lt;br /&gt;and I don't know how we woke up one day&lt;br /&gt;and somehow thought we knew&lt;br /&gt;exactly what we're supposed to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so leave me at the roadside,&lt;br /&gt;and hang me up and out to dry;&lt;br /&gt;so leave me at the roadside,&lt;br /&gt;and hang me up and out to dry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'cause I don't think you see the places&lt;br /&gt;inside me that I find you,&lt;br /&gt;and I don't know how we woke up one day&lt;br /&gt;and somehow thought we knew&lt;br /&gt;exactly what we're supposed to do,&lt;br /&gt;exactly what to do.&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/11528862-5547877678884235474?l=eissuom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eissuom.blogspot.com/feeds/5547877678884235474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11528862&amp;postID=5547877678884235474&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11528862/posts/default/5547877678884235474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11528862/posts/default/5547877678884235474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eissuom.blogspot.com/2007/08/roadside.html' title='roadside'/><author><name>bra.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14930133470201306890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11528862.post-116754240831081409</id><published>2006-12-31T12:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-31T13:20:08.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'>things ive been missin'</title><content type='html'>to tell the truth.&lt;br /&gt;ive nvr been actually online in a long time. being immersed in a different world altogether doesnt count rite. but i do master a few things, like actually typin without the need to see the keyboard. cuz it may in fact cost me my life ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lets see. my year all began with the enlistment of army. 7 jan. a date i wld always rmb as dat is my dad birthdate. i started out like any other 18 yr old, trying to get a grip of life, taking thgs for granted, havin plain fun without ever thinkin of the underlying consequences, nt childish bt just nt yet grown up. almost a yr later, i transformed into someone who actually cares abt the ppl ard me and i feel like an adult finally. taking care of my finances, my bills, and yea ownership of my men.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it has been a long year? not without exams n stress of trying to be the cream of the crop in sch or tryin to impress girls half the time. time flies while ure out having outfield training. 5 days seem like nthg. n weekends feel like eternity. the three stripes i wear on my arm really means a lot to me. all the blood n sweat ive been thru. it might be peanuts compared to ocs trainin. but in fact im rather thankful. it feels so different when u sit down in a theatre n watch those cliched themed army adverts. inspired u may seem but its bullshit. soldiers arent heroes. certainly nt symbols of idolism. but juz normals who want to stay on the front n fight with their brothers in arms without fanfare or glory. *sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stranger than fiction is one of a kind. it seems so corny as it starts out as "This is a story about a man named harold crick. And his wristwatch." yes. he begins to hear his life being chronicled by a narrator only he can hear. and the narrator, a autor of tragic novels is unaware that her protagonist is infact alive and uncontrollably guided by her words. yup his life is determined by wad she writes. n she doesnt realise it until one fine incident occured. its cool when u see reality n fiction collide when finally harold realises that he is gonna die like the charactor which it might eventually did. an ingenious film indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well 2006 has been a year of truths, deception n even sorrows. several of my friends lost somthing so dear to them. hope they stay strong knowin' that their frends would always stand by them in these times of crisis. life is unpredictable so live it yr fullest =) seeya nxt yr peeps.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11528862-116754240831081409?l=eissuom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eissuom.blogspot.com/feeds/116754240831081409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11528862&amp;postID=116754240831081409&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11528862/posts/default/116754240831081409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11528862/posts/default/116754240831081409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eissuom.blogspot.com/2006/12/things-ive-been-missin.html' title='things ive been missin&apos;'/><author><name>bra.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14930133470201306890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11528862.post-116030181921965130</id><published>2006-10-08T17:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-08T18:03:39.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'>blind</title><content type='html'>I was young but I wasn't naive&lt;br /&gt;I watched helpless as he turned&lt;br /&gt;around to leave&lt;br /&gt;And still I have the pain I have&lt;br /&gt;to carry&lt;br /&gt;A past so deep that even you&lt;br /&gt;could not bury if you tried&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all this time&lt;br /&gt;I never thought we'd be here&lt;br /&gt;Never thought we'd be here&lt;br /&gt;When my love for you was blind&lt;br /&gt;But I couldn't make you see it&lt;br /&gt;Couldn't make you see it&lt;br /&gt;That I loved you more than&lt;br /&gt;you'll ever know&lt;br /&gt;A part of me died when I let you go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would fall asleep&lt;br /&gt;Only in hopes of dreaming&lt;br /&gt;That everything would be like is&lt;br /&gt;was before&lt;br /&gt;But nights like this it seems are&lt;br /&gt;slowly fleeting&lt;br /&gt;They disappear as reality is&lt;br /&gt;crashing to the floor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all this time&lt;br /&gt;I never thought we'd be here&lt;br /&gt;Never thought we'd be here&lt;br /&gt;When my love for you was blind&lt;br /&gt;But I couldn't make you see it&lt;br /&gt;Couldn't make you see it&lt;br /&gt;That I loved you more than&lt;br /&gt;you'll ever know&lt;br /&gt;A part of me died when I let you go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all this time&lt;br /&gt;Would you ever wanna leave it&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you could not believe it&lt;br /&gt;That my love for you was blind&lt;br /&gt;But I couldn't make you see it&lt;br /&gt;Couldn't make you see it&lt;br /&gt;That I loved you more than&lt;br /&gt;you will ever know&lt;br /&gt;A part of me died when I let you go&lt;br /&gt;And I loved you more than&lt;br /&gt;you'll ever know&lt;br /&gt;A part of me dies when I let you go&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11528862-116030181921965130?l=eissuom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eissuom.blogspot.com/feeds/116030181921965130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11528862&amp;postID=116030181921965130&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11528862/posts/default/116030181921965130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11528862/posts/default/116030181921965130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eissuom.blogspot.com/2006/10/blind.html' title='blind'/><author><name>bra.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14930133470201306890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11528862.post-115899538280550549</id><published>2006-09-23T15:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-23T15:09:42.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the brief history of the dead.</title><content type='html'>Many african societies divide humans into three categories: those still alive on the earth, the sasha and the zamani.&lt;br /&gt;The recently departed whose time on earth overlapped with people still here are the sasha, the living-dead.&lt;br /&gt;They are not wholly dead, for they still live in the memories of the living, who can call them to mind, create their likeness in art, and bring them to life in anecdote.&lt;br /&gt;When the last person to know an ancestor dies, that ancestor leaves the sasha for the zamani, the dead. As generalized ancestors, the zamani are not forgotten but revered. Many... can be recalled by name.&lt;br /&gt;But they are not living-dead.&lt;br /&gt;There is a difference.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11528862-115899538280550549?l=eissuom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eissuom.blogspot.com/feeds/115899538280550549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11528862&amp;postID=115899538280550549&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11528862/posts/default/115899538280550549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11528862/posts/default/115899538280550549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eissuom.blogspot.com/2006/09/brief-history-of-dead.html' title='the brief history of the dead.'/><author><name>bra.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14930133470201306890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11528862.post-115840170671540010</id><published>2006-09-16T18:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-16T18:17:09.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"island in the sun"</title><content type='html'>Hip hip&lt;br /&gt;Hip hip&lt;br /&gt;Hip hip&lt;br /&gt;Hip hip&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you're on a holiday&lt;br /&gt;You can't find the words to say&lt;br /&gt;All the things that come to you&lt;br /&gt;And I wanna feel it too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On an island in the sun&lt;br /&gt;We'll be playing and having fun&lt;br /&gt;And it makes me feel so fine&lt;br /&gt;I can't control my brain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hip hip&lt;br /&gt;Hip hip&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you're on a golden sea&lt;br /&gt;You don't need no memory&lt;br /&gt;Just a place to call your own&lt;br /&gt;As we drift into the zone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On an island in the sun&lt;br /&gt;We'll be playing and having fun&lt;br /&gt;And it makes me feel so fine&lt;br /&gt;I can't control my brain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll run away together&lt;br /&gt;We'll spend some time forever&lt;br /&gt;We'll never feel bad anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hip hip&lt;br /&gt;Hip hip&lt;br /&gt;Hip hip&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On an island in the sun&lt;br /&gt;We'll be playing and having fun&lt;br /&gt;And it makes me feel so fine&lt;br /&gt;I can't control my brain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll run away together&lt;br /&gt;We'll spend some time forever&lt;br /&gt;We'll never feel bad anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hip hip&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll never feel bad anymore&lt;br /&gt;No no&lt;br /&gt;We'll never feel bad anymore&lt;br /&gt;No no&lt;br /&gt;No no&lt;br /&gt;No no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;makes me high on a rainy sat evenin'. haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11528862-115840170671540010?l=eissuom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eissuom.blogspot.com/feeds/115840170671540010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11528862&amp;postID=115840170671540010&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11528862/posts/default/115840170671540010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11528862/posts/default/115840170671540010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eissuom.blogspot.com/2006/09/island-in-sun.html' title='&quot;island in the sun&quot;'/><author><name>bra.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14930133470201306890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11528862.post-115738325481344000</id><published>2006-09-04T22:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-05T23:23:04.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'>thinkin' wonderwall.</title><content type='html'>so. yea i finally went out with yunnie. it was a nice afternoon spent. i really wld miss her when she leaves for uk in 12 days. take care babe =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11528862-115738325481344000?l=eissuom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11528862.post-115721134049158953</id><published>2006-09-02T23:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-02T23:35:40.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'>take a chance with me.</title><content type='html'>hullo.&lt;br /&gt;yea. ive been pretty lazy for the last couple of months. my table's in a mess. my comp is like frikin slow nw. defragmentations unheard of. everthg is out of place. so many thgs had happened in the last 4 mths. the worldcup has been sponsering my newly attained psp n clothes =) so many of my female frends has become attached. save for a few spinsters-to-be. heh. my bridgin course has finally come to an end. all the late into the night upstaking, 4am reveille, tons of stores, tiresome maintenance, boring lectures, comets, boats. n save for the many xtras ive served. for a month of sats i havent been returning home. due to a careless me. nw the posting awaits me. i am hoping to get into survey. then its back to a 10 wks course. bt more or less im getting into a ops coy. either alpha/bravo/boat in seletar camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nt too bad. time has been passing pretty fast. my short stint in the army is gonna be over soon. albeit its still like 15 more mths before i ord. well at least i got 4 days of break before my postin on wed. my stupid eye keeps hurting. while washing the comet on fri, zap(frikin' strong liquid used to remove grease) accidentally went into my eye. duh its fucking pain. bt ive washed it down with plenty of water alr. supposed to go for a YEP lunch today as several of them are leavin for overseas studies soon. just my luck la. hopefully it gets better tmr n by monday i can party again =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11528862-115721134049158953?l=eissuom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11528862.post-114885602066104979</id><published>2006-05-29T06:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-29T06:40:20.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hallelujah</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I've heard there was a secret chord&lt;br /&gt;That David played and it pleased the Lord&lt;br /&gt;But you don't really care for music, do you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It goes like this...the fourth, the fifth&lt;br /&gt;The minor fall&lt;br /&gt;The major lift,&lt;br /&gt;The baffled King composing Hallelujah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hallelujah, Hallelujah&lt;br /&gt;Hallelujah, Hallelujah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your faith was strong but you needed proof&lt;br /&gt;You saw her bathing on the roof&lt;br /&gt;Her beauty and the moonlight overthrew you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She tied you to a kitchen chair&lt;br /&gt;She broke your throne&lt;br /&gt;She cut your hair&lt;br /&gt;And from your lips she drew the Hallelujah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hallelujah, Hallelujah&lt;br /&gt;Hallelujah, Hallelujah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I have been here before&lt;br /&gt;I know this room, I've walked this floor&lt;br /&gt;I used to live alone before I knew you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've seen your flag on the marble arch&lt;br /&gt;Love is not a victory march&lt;br /&gt;It's a cold and it's a broken Hallelujah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hallelujah, Hallelujah&lt;br /&gt;Hallelujah, Hallelujah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a time you let me know&lt;br /&gt;What's real and going on below&lt;br /&gt;But now you never show it to me, do you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And remember when I moved in you&lt;br /&gt;The holy dark was moving too&lt;br /&gt;And every breath we drew was Hallelujah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hallelujah, Hallelujah,&lt;br /&gt;Hallelujah, Hallelujah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe there's a God above&lt;br /&gt;And all I ever learned from love&lt;br /&gt;Was how to shoot at someone who outdrew you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's not a cry you can hear at night&lt;br /&gt;it's not somebody who's seen the light&lt;br /&gt;it's a cold and it's a broken Hallelujah&lt;br /&gt;Hallelujah, Hallelujah&lt;br /&gt;Hallelujah, Hallelujah&lt;br /&gt;Hallelujah, Hallelujah&lt;br /&gt;Hallelujah, Hallelujah&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11528862-114885602066104979?l=eissuom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eissuom.blogspot.com/feeds/114885602066104979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11528862&amp;postID=114885602066104979&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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was still in tt live-a-day-by-a-day mode. i didnt put in hard work for my As. nw it has all come back to me. those bldy days whr i skipped lectures or even dinner for dota battles seems ridiculous. those days i fought with my friends after a mere kill-stealin reflects childishness. doesnt matter dat i was born just 9 days before 1988. mayb i wasnt mature enuff.&lt;br /&gt;it all suddenly came to me. at the strike of midnight of the last day of 2005. 7 more days n i wld become a soldier. who knows wad lies ahead. studyin was put to a standstill. i made a whole lot more of friends. Friends whom i guess i wld keep in contact for quite sometime. it has been lucky for me i guess. i wld occassionally mit up with my khakis or girl friends. then the flurry of university admissions came. everyone seems to be gettin wad they want. i had always wanted to be a doctor. to make a diff into other ppl's lives. bt i had lowered my expectations. definitely money takes precedence over interest for most of us. inclu me. moreover entrepreneurship excites me. bt hey my D for biology cldnt get me into a business sch. it sucks i tell u. thr might be a chance for me in economics in smu bt its slim. i know it. of cuz, i can choose to fly over to aussie / uk to pursue wad i want. i always had the fantasy of living the 'american dream'. those parties. those hot chicks. n college seems more like a long vacation haul. the oc =) bt then again the money issue comes into place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;juz came back from 4 days in tekong. yupp its a degree hotter than in mainland and the mossies thr are like 10 times more and 3 times bigger. they drained like 5% of my blood when i was proning or slpin. apparently the insect repellent attracts them. frikin hell. the rest of my friends only spent like 2 days for 'grandslam'. it has to be foxtrot. we had gypsy 3 unheard of in other coys. navigation in a semi-open terrain was easy cuz we can walk on the tracks. bt the distance from one checkpoint to another esp at night was like 5-6km. imagine a rocky path, hot sun, carryin a saw and no end in sight. well that was only the first day. we slept only for 5 hrs in quite thick vegetation with our sbo on and gun slung. only a groundsheet tt separates us from the soil. sentry duty was on for 2 hrs with helmet and in prone position. the nxt 3 days was hell. we did fighting patrol and ambush missions for abt 7 consecutive times only holdin diff appointments each time. i smell worst than a rotting corpse of a skunk. oh hw can i forget the camo on our faces for the whole 72 hrs n the yucky combat rations. in warm-glowing camaraderie, we endured. we fought on. finally on the last day, i felt a drop of water. we all felt it. it turned into a drizzle and mins later a downpour. it was a sign dat it was all over. i took off my helmet. the camo came off. the dirt on our no4 were washed away. laughter came back. we did a celebratory rain dance. at last war was over. We were victorious. =))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11528862-114690082968658903?l=eissuom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eissuom.blogspot.com/feeds/114690082968658903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11528862&amp;postID=114690082968658903&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11528862/posts/default/114690082968658903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11528862/posts/default/114690082968658903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eissuom.blogspot.com/2006/05/standstill.html' title='standstill.'/><author><name>bra.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14930133470201306890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11528862.post-114504216166825824</id><published>2006-04-15T02:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-15T03:20:03.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'>orange alert.</title><content type='html'>oh no. my left eye really hurts. it started last week but i shrugged it off cuz it wasnt obv and that bad. bt rite nw it really hurts. ive been starin at the mirror for the past 1 hr n my left eye looks redder than the right one. thrs like also a small cut there. also when i put on my specs, my left vision is slightly blur red like as if a thin mist is coverin my eye. f*** up mann. i need my eyes. thrs juz too many things i havent seen yet. damn. wad a waste if i lost sight in one of them. i guess a visit to the doctor is the first thing i wld do when i wake up. im too tired nw. and my eyes are too pain if i keep them open for too long. argh. bless me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11528862-114504216166825824?l=eissuom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eissuom.blogspot.com/feeds/114504216166825824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11528862&amp;postID=114504216166825824&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11528862/posts/default/114504216166825824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11528862/posts/default/114504216166825824'/><link rel='alternate' 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/&gt;and I wait for my eyesight to fade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...so....so...it's so damn slow&lt;br /&gt;So...so....so...it's so damn slow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the bright-eyed choke on ambition&lt;br /&gt;and the old folks circle their graves&lt;br /&gt;and the young ones are busy destroying their names&lt;br /&gt;and the earth's still just wasting away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sit and watch the screen for a message&lt;br /&gt;some kind of sign that says we're okay&lt;br /&gt;but the screen stays blank 'til I turn the thing off&lt;br /&gt;and wait for my conscience to break&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...so....so...it's so damn slow&lt;br /&gt;So...so....so...it's so damn slow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I hope you're learnin' to listen&lt;br /&gt;and I hope you're learnin' to stay&lt;br /&gt;and I hope you find what you're missin'&lt;br /&gt;and I hope that you're makin' your way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm a head case if I don't keep movin'&lt;br /&gt;and my head hurts if I don't sit still&lt;br /&gt;It's an itch that I'll never stop scratchin'&lt;br /&gt;and it's a hole that I'l never quite fill&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11528862-114329014229605615?l=eissuom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eissuom.blogspot.com/feeds/114329014229605615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11528862&amp;postID=114329014229605615&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11528862/posts/default/114329014229605615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11528862/posts/default/114329014229605615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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leave footprints in yr heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dis short 9 wks i spent in bmt made me realise lots abt camaraderie and brotherhood. esp outfield and durin route marches. motivatin pushing one another. enduring the tough times tgt. flashbacks of trgs, tekan sessions rushed thru my head when we threw out jockey caps into the air durin pop. for the 1st time in yrs i felt im a true singaporean. a defender of this nation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dis whole exp i had in tekong wld be one of the most memorable. and nw tmr marks another phase dat i wld be goign thru. new comrades. and a whole new exp. *yawns. okay. i juz managed to squeeze everythg into my duffer bag/ fieldpack. i seriously wun know wad to expect tmr at sispec but i wld be goign thr with an open mind and a chiongsua attitude. =) nite.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11528862-114278941847521222?l=eissuom.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11528862.post-114210337423359950</id><published>2006-03-12T02:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-12T02:56:14.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'>one step short.</title><content type='html'>Just a breath away it seems&lt;br /&gt;Feels like worlds apart this day&lt;br /&gt;a few minutes of chatter&lt;br /&gt;it seems u hide yr laughter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only a breath away it feels&lt;br /&gt;So close yet so far away&lt;br /&gt;thinking of u throughout the nights&lt;br /&gt;i wonder if u do the same&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naught a breath we'll share again&lt;br /&gt;one day i hope u'd change&lt;br /&gt;Just a breath away it seems&lt;br /&gt;dat u'd juz come back to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11528862-114210337423359950?l=eissuom.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11528862.post-114088592267017439</id><published>2006-02-26T00:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-26T00:54:37.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the final destination.</title><content type='html'>in death suddenly all thgs become clearer. okie. i shall ramble more tmr. im shagged. totally.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11528862-114088592267017439?l=eissuom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eissuom.blogspot.com/feeds/114088592267017439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11528862&amp;postID=114088592267017439&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11528862/posts/default/114088592267017439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11528862/posts/default/114088592267017439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eissuom.blogspot.com/2006/02/final-destination.html' title='the final destination.'/><author><name>bra.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14930133470201306890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11528862.post-113859807726942543</id><published>2006-01-30T13:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-30T13:14:37.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ramblings.</title><content type='html'>bldy hell. time doesnt seem to pass tt fast when im in camp.&lt;br /&gt;2 more days left b4 i get locked up in some island north-west of s'pore.&lt;br /&gt;without my dear comp and the tv.&lt;br /&gt;without my beanie and my mice.&lt;br /&gt;i cant escape.&lt;br /&gt;barbwires surround me.&lt;br /&gt;surveillence is everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;and security is 24 hrs.&lt;br /&gt;i do wad they tell me.&lt;br /&gt;i eat wad they provide me.&lt;br /&gt;disobedience is a no-no.&lt;br /&gt;cuz it will land u in kranji.&lt;br /&gt;oh mann. when can i ever get out?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11528862-113859807726942543?l=eissuom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eissuom.blogspot.com/feeds/113859807726942543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11528862&amp;postID=113859807726942543&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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was rather slack. didnt really do much exercising just many lectures and lots of admin stuff. plus the rain helps too. it will soon get boring after a while. everythg is all about standardisation and discipline. but i guess we wld all get used to it soon. the officers and commanders are all damn bldy vulgar and most smoke. but they are really nice ppl. oh the food there is all catered and it can be really good sometimes. most of the time i cant finished it la. the servings are quite big. sian. im nt lking forward to going back in. they said the xiong trg starts when we all book in. and plus no booking out on the following weekends. 2 week confinement. so the nxt time we wld all return back to civilisation is 21 jan. so let the battle begin. getting my M16 on thurs. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11528862-113686951635085153?l=eissuom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11528862.post-113654799371859747</id><published>2006-01-06T19:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-07T00:29:28.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the 13th day of christmas.</title><content type='html'>im all geared up and rdy to go.&lt;br /&gt;to pwn some real life noobs out on the battlefield.&lt;br /&gt;armed with my bagpack and hopefully a gun.&lt;br /&gt;no lvrs are expected and noobs aint welcomed.&lt;br /&gt;unfortunately friendly fire's on and u cant respawn.&lt;br /&gt;armour is minimal and u dun have 100 lives.&lt;br /&gt;so gg to all and may the strongest survive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7th jan 2006.&lt;br /&gt;the countdown begins.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11528862-113654799371859747?l=eissuom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11528862.post-113571193787031824</id><published>2005-12-28T03:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-28T03:47:50.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'>just a kid.</title><content type='html'>ive a feeling it's u. stop convincing me. u'd nvr succeed. its a numbers game. odd numbers just isnt appropiate. so step aside. in any case, u're just disappointing me. well i guess everybody's going crazy. but noone cares. anw wtf is wrong with u. acting like a pathetic baby. stop all that shit. its a new day. and its time to rest. let the play-acting begin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11528862-113571193787031824?l=eissuom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eissuom.blogspot.com/feeds/113571193787031824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11528862&amp;postID=113571193787031824&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11528862/posts/default/113571193787031824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11528862/posts/default/113571193787031824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eissuom.blogspot.com/2005/12/just-kid.html' title='just a kid.'/><author><name>bra.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14930133470201306890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11528862.post-113571136534875394</id><published>2005-12-28T03:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-28T03:22:45.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Sugarcult - Pretty Girl (The Way)"</title><content type='html'>Pretty girl is suffering, while he confesses everything&lt;br /&gt;Pretty soon she'll figure out what his intentions were about&lt;br /&gt;That's what you get for falling again&lt;br /&gt;You can never get 'em out of your head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the way&lt;br /&gt;That he makes you feel&lt;br /&gt;It's the way&lt;br /&gt;That he kisses you&lt;br /&gt;It's the way&lt;br /&gt;That he makes you fall in love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's beautiful as usual with bruises on her ego and&lt;br /&gt;Her killer instinct tells her to beware of evil men&lt;br /&gt;And that's what you get for falling again&lt;br /&gt;You can never get 'em out of your head&lt;br /&gt;And that's what you get for falling again&lt;br /&gt;You can never get 'em out of your head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty girl, pretty girl&lt;br /&gt;Pretty girl is suffering, while he confesses everything&lt;br /&gt;Pretty soon she'll figure out&lt;br /&gt;You can never get 'em out of your head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the way&lt;br /&gt;That he makes you cry&lt;br /&gt;It's the way&lt;br /&gt;That he in your mind&lt;br /&gt;It's the way&lt;br /&gt;That he makes you fall in love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the way&lt;br /&gt;That he makes you feel&lt;br /&gt;It's the way&lt;br /&gt;That he kisses you&lt;br /&gt;It's the way&lt;br /&gt;That he makes you fall in love&lt;br /&gt;Love&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11528862-113571136534875394?l=eissuom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11528862.post-113535482856104797</id><published>2005-12-24T00:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-24T00:22:37.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SDB 6873A</title><content type='html'>haha. just had my dinner at ecp. at one of the seafood restaurants along tt stretch of beach. didnt realise nathan was also there along with his mates. i mean his family and relatives. mostly eurasianic. saw him eating crabs. haha. cant believe he's alr in his 80s. he looks much younger. but he's damn short. opps. anw my family left ard the same time as him. he was flanked by bodyguards dressed in batik all the time. he was then driven off in his lexus with his grandson on his lap. haha. thr was a police car escorting. indeed the president of sg. of cuz being an ordinate i went home in a cab.&lt;br /&gt;A Merry Xmas' to one and all =)&lt;div 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11528862.post-113526012047633170</id><published>2005-12-22T21:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-23T17:51:59.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'>nvr coming home.</title><content type='html'>blogging is boring. yet its a place to rant, sort out yr thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;indeed many things has happened after my grandpa's death.&lt;br /&gt;i chilled out for 3 days at the kelong in bintan with 7 of my dota homies. imagine. mahjong every afternoon. hide&amp;amp;seek at night. crabs for lunch and dinner. seafood feasts. fishing out in rough seas. seasickness on rocky boats. slping w/o aircon. feeding leftovers to fishes. all for 150.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then there was 21dec. haha. a long awaited day for me. i was brought to dis beautiful planet when some of my friends were alr learning hw to walk and talk. jeez. anw it was just lunch, pool, lan, dinner, lan, then mahjong. haha. then thr was supposed to be a class picnic at marina bay in the morn but the rain hampered our plans. in the end we ended up at settlers cafe near clarke quay. finally a place where the girls and guys can hang out tog. its cheaper than lan and shopping. plus thr's freeflow of drinks. ohh. its a board game lifestyle cafe. yupp. was quite a bang. then me yj and bock went to watch jy and eug carol at ritz. hmm. we made up ard 20% of the crowd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;less than 20 days before im enlisted to ns.&lt;br /&gt;and ive got many thgs nt done.&lt;br /&gt;disarm me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11528862-113526012047633170?l=eissuom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11528862.post-113417752927834061</id><published>2005-12-10T08:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-10T09:20:11.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'>his sins. =(</title><content type='html'>he passed away early this morning.&lt;br /&gt;the last time i saw him alive was the second day he got admitted into hosp. how i wished i didnt lan on wednesday. i feel so fucking bad now. nw all i had is a doppelganger i hoped i retained. well i guess nthg i say can bring him back.&lt;br /&gt;he's one great grandfather. my last ever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11528862-113417752927834061?l=eissuom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eissuom.blogspot.com/feeds/113417752927834061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11528862&amp;postID=113417752927834061&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11528862/posts/default/113417752927834061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11528862/posts/default/113417752927834061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eissuom.blogspot.com/2005/12/his-sins.html' title='his sins. =('/><author><name>bra.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14930133470201306890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11528862.post-113403640450335940</id><published>2005-12-08T17:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-08T18:06:44.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fragileness of life.</title><content type='html'>its my grandpa. just got news that he has cancer and is in a critical condition.&lt;br /&gt;went to visit him at the hopsital a few days back. he looked strong with eyes full of vigour and hope. but now its time. it was ard 70 yrs ago where he left his hometown in china to seek a better life here in singapore. he married young and had 11 kids. till nw, he has over 20 grandchildren. i pity him. all his kids are now fighting over his properties and money. luckily my dad isnt part of this domestic dispute. nt that he aint money-minded. its just that wads more impt now is to prolong my grandpa's life. i wished he cld live to see my kids. okie mayb see me get married. but the probability has just went up to a near impossible.&lt;br /&gt;im sad. but i havent started weeping.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11528862-113403640450335940?l=eissuom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eissuom.blogspot.com/feeds/113403640450335940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11528862&amp;postID=113403640450335940&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11528862/posts/default/113403640450335940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11528862/posts/default/113403640450335940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eissuom.blogspot.com/2005/12/fragileness-of-life.html' title='fragileness of life.'/><author><name>bra.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14930133470201306890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11528862.post-113385749303259389</id><published>2005-12-06T16:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-06T16:36:37.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'>late nights mahjongs</title><content type='html'>zz. its sucks to fall sick int the midst of the hols. my throat hurts. its so painful even when im swallowing fluids. its like having smthg stuck in the middle of yr oesophagus. im also down with a bad cough. i cant cough. its just the uncanny feeling of coughing out blood. must be the late night mahjongs and the lack of water. been out over at my friends' hse for almost 3 nights now till about 5 am, only slping ard dawn. and waking up at 4pm. skipping breakfast and lunch altogether. my appetite has also been going down. cant really eat much these days. i feel extremely bloated just after a packet of noodles or half a bowl of rice. ahh time to stay at home and indulge in computer games and bks. give me 2 days. then i'll party again. ;D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11528862-113385749303259389?l=eissuom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eissuom.blogspot.com/feeds/113385749303259389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11528862&amp;postID=113385749303259389&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11528862/posts/default/113385749303259389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11528862/posts/default/113385749303259389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eissuom.blogspot.com/2005/12/late-nights-mahjongs.html' title='late nights mahjongs'/><author><name>bra.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14930133470201306890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11528862.post-113352509375441097</id><published>2005-12-02T18:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-02T20:04:53.790+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my firsts.</title><content type='html'>thanks to nic, i managed to get into indochine after prom. it was exactly the kind of atmosphere tt ive anticipated. deafening music. crazy drunk chics. ppl spewing vulgarities at the top of their voices. its dark and everyone's stepping on each other's toes. guys takin adv of girls. ppl smoking everywhere. oh the toilet was funky. just two rows of drain for u to pee in. and to wash yr hands, u need to step on this black button on the floor. i guess its only fun if u danced with a girl. wad an experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;prom was kinda cool but boring. the food sucks and the program was nt entertaining. i guess i have lots to learn. lots. anw im quite confused now.&lt;br /&gt;and dota is getting pretty disgusting. and im serious.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11528862-113352509375441097?l=eissuom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eissuom.blogspot.com/feeds/113352509375441097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11528862&amp;postID=113352509375441097&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11528862/posts/default/113352509375441097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11528862/posts/default/113352509375441097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eissuom.blogspot.com/2005/12/my-firsts.html' title='my firsts.'/><author><name>bra.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14930133470201306890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11528862.post-113299031909018217</id><published>2005-11-26T15:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-26T15:33:32.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'>winter chill.</title><content type='html'>and so it ends. 24 nov.&lt;br /&gt;the day every 12 yr old dreads the most.&lt;br /&gt;and incidentally the day every 18 yr old is looking forward to.&lt;br /&gt;streaming, PSLE, O lvls, As. no more of those nasty examinations.&lt;br /&gt;my mum told me that studyin is actually the most fun and easiest part of our lives. wait till we enter the working world. of backstabs, lies and trust. ah who cares. i still have my national service to lk forward to this jan. in the meantime, i shall just enjoy the remaining days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just woke up, probably the latest. its like 2.49pm. i miss breakfast and those cartoons shown in the morning. hmm. wad a spread on my table. laksa, yutiao, curry puffs. nooone's at home. only the computer and my mice to accompany me. so little time. so much to do. mayb i shall start with settling prom stuff. then i shall go do some sports. then again thrs the bintan and aussie trip. and christmas. and dec 21.&lt;br /&gt;i love the weather. no mosquitos and bees.&lt;br /&gt;at least at 2am when im playing dota.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okie. time to enter bnet. and lets my fingers do the pawnage. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11528862-113299031909018217?l=eissuom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eissuom.blogspot.com/feeds/113299031909018217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11528862&amp;postID=113299031909018217&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11528862/posts/default/113299031909018217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11528862/posts/default/113299031909018217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eissuom.blogspot.com/2005/11/winter-chill.html' title='winter chill.'/><author><name>bra.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14930133470201306890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11528862.post-113271748621503766</id><published>2005-11-23T11:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-23T15:46:25.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a jacket and a cup of hot coffee.</title><content type='html'>I got a story it's almost finished&lt;br /&gt;All i need is someone to tell it too&lt;br /&gt;Maybe, that's you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our time is borrowed and spent too freely&lt;br /&gt;Every minute i have needs to be made up&lt;br /&gt;But how?&lt;br /&gt;I'm looking for a nice way to say "i'm out."&lt;br /&gt;I want out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fall asleep with my friends around me&lt;br /&gt;Only place i know, i feel safe&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna call this home&lt;br /&gt;The open road is still miles away&lt;br /&gt;Hey nothing serious&lt;br /&gt;We still have our fun&lt;br /&gt;Oh we had it once&lt;br /&gt;Windows open and close&lt;br /&gt;That's just how it goes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't it feel like sunshine afterall&lt;br /&gt;The world we love forever, gone&lt;br /&gt;We're only just as happy&lt;br /&gt;As everyone else seems to think we are&lt;br /&gt;I'm in love with the ordinary&lt;br /&gt;I need a simple space&lt;br /&gt;And rest my head&lt;br /&gt;Everything gets clear&lt;br /&gt;Well i'm a little ashamed for asking&lt;br /&gt;But just a little helps&lt;br /&gt;It gets me straight again&lt;br /&gt;Helps me get over it (over it)&lt;br /&gt;It might seem like a dream&lt;br /&gt;But it's real to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't it feel like sunshine afterall&lt;br /&gt;The world we love forever, gone&lt;br /&gt;We're only just as happy&lt;br /&gt;As everyone else seems to think we are&lt;br /&gt;You should see the canals are freezing&lt;br /&gt;You should see me high&lt;br /&gt;You should just be here&lt;br /&gt;Be with me here&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't seem theres hope for me&lt;br /&gt;I let you down&lt;br /&gt;But i won't give in now&lt;br /&gt;Not for any amount&lt;br /&gt;Don't it feel like sunshine afterall&lt;br /&gt;The world we love forever, gone&lt;br /&gt;We're only just as happy&lt;br /&gt;As everyone else seems to think we are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- the world u love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11528862-113271748621503766?l=eissuom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eissuom.blogspot.com/feeds/113271748621503766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11528862&amp;postID=113271748621503766&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11528862/posts/default/113271748621503766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11528862/posts/default/113271748621503766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eissuom.blogspot.com/2005/11/jacket-and-cup-of-hot-coffee.html' title='a jacket and a cup of hot coffee.'/><author><name>bra.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14930133470201306890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11528862.post-113239438841303660</id><published>2005-11-19T17:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-19T21:29:12.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'>friking hormones.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Germination&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;Abscisic acid - growth inhibitor.&lt;br /&gt;Gibberellin - growth promoter, triggers synthesis of amylase, maltase, lipase, protease.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Guys&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;Gonadotrophin Releasing hormone (GnRH)&lt;br /&gt;- Follicle stimulating hormone (FSH)&lt;br /&gt;- Luteinising hormone (LH)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acrosome.&lt;br /&gt;-carbohydrates and protease.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Female Menstrual&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;Gonadotrophin Releasing hormone (GnRH)&lt;br /&gt;- Follicle stimulating hormone (FSH) -&gt; oestrogen.&lt;br /&gt;- Luteinising hormone (LH) -&gt; progesterone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Womb&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;Human Chorionic gonadrotrophin (HCG)&lt;br /&gt;- oestrogen.&lt;br /&gt;- progesterone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Seeds&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;Plant Growth substances:&lt;br /&gt;- Auxins.&lt;br /&gt;- cytokinins.&lt;br /&gt;- Gibbereilin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rippening:&lt;br /&gt;-methionine -&gt; S-adenosylmethionine -&gt; aminocyclopropane carboxlic acid -&gt; ethene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chemical inhibitors:&lt;br /&gt;-Abscisic acid.&lt;br /&gt;- coumarin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pregnancy&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;Human chorionic gonadrotrophin (HCG)&lt;br /&gt;-oestrogen.&lt;br /&gt;-progesterone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Birth&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;- Oxytocin.&lt;br /&gt;- Prolactin.&lt;br /&gt;-Adrenocorticotrophic hormone(AcTH) -&gt; corticosteriods -&gt; prostaglandins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Human Growth&lt;/strong&gt; (pituitary gland):&lt;br /&gt;Trophic hormones&lt;br /&gt;- Adrenocorticotrophic hormone(AcTH)&lt;br /&gt;- Follicle stimulating hormone (FSH)&lt;br /&gt;- Luteinising hormone (LH)&lt;br /&gt;- Thyroid stimulating hormone (TSH) -&gt; triiodothyronine(T3), thyroxine(T4).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Non-trophic hormones&lt;br /&gt;- Somatotrophin -&gt; somatomedins.&lt;br /&gt;- Prolactin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thyroid Gland&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;- Thyroglobulin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thyroxine secretion:&lt;br /&gt;- Thyrotrophin releasing hormone (TRH) -&gt; thyroid stimulating hormone (TSH) -&gt; thyroxine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;isnt bio options optional?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11528862-113239438841303660?l=eissuom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eissuom.blogspot.com/feeds/113239438841303660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11528862&amp;postID=113239438841303660&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11528862/posts/default/113239438841303660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11528862/posts/default/113239438841303660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eissuom.blogspot.com/2005/11/friking-hormones.html' title='friking hormones.'/><author><name>bra.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14930133470201306890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11528862.post-113224714938627735</id><published>2005-11-18T00:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-18T01:10:00.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'>with bloodshot eyes.</title><content type='html'>warcraft three is like a drug.&lt;br /&gt;to be taken in the early afternoons and late nights.&lt;br /&gt;the withdrawal symptoms would be similar to that of an addict.&lt;br /&gt;hallucinations. weird fantasies.&lt;br /&gt;plus the strong temptation of hearing godlike.&lt;br /&gt;the only way out is to immerse yrself in tyss.&lt;br /&gt;or to gorge in chocolates. like i found dat out today.&lt;br /&gt;but a pity as it only lasts for 2 hrs.&lt;br /&gt;gg.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11528862-113224714938627735?l=eissuom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eissuom.blogspot.com/feeds/113224714938627735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11528862&amp;postID=113224714938627735&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11528862/posts/default/113224714938627735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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home. its been 19 days since i touched dota? feels good to own and pwn noobs again. anw, i really got too much time to rot at home. completed all the past yrs mcq for chem alr. and thr's like two more days. it feels like exams had ended for me. and julian too. haha. oh. they all say that the econs essay was rather easy dis year. damn. one essay tt came out for prelims came out for the As. exact same qn. the one i scored the highest- 15. lol. my dad keeps emphasing tt i shldnt have dropped econs. he told me to go take the paper. doesnt matter if i fail. but it wldnt look too good on the results slip. 3As and a F.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from 3 failures to 3As. would it be a miracle if it really happen? luckily it'd be another 5 months before our results would be released. now i knew how my friends who did badly for prelims in sec 4 felt. luckily for me national service first. our prelims results doesnt account for anythg else. if nt i guess i'd be cleaning the streets of s'pore nxt yr. hm so far i can say the exams has been rather smooth sailing for me though the qns are trickier and tedious. esp. chem p3 and maths p2. was fucking challenging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i did all i cld and gave it my best. now i can only hope for the best.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11528862-113212919447288399?l=eissuom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eissuom.blogspot.com/feeds/113212919447288399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11528862&amp;postID=113212919447288399&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11528862/posts/default/113212919447288399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11528862/posts/default/113212919447288399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eissuom.blogspot.com/2005/11/back-to-b0h.html' title='back to b0h.'/><author><name>bra.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14930133470201306890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11528862.post-113203279566086756</id><published>2005-11-15T13:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-15T13:35:10.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'>econs. heh.</title><content type='html'>the econs paper is starting in 30 mins&lt;br /&gt;and im in the midst of updating battlenet.&lt;br /&gt;lol. best of luck peeps. =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11528862.post-113194343890825845</id><published>2005-11-14T12:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-14T12:45:09.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'>untitled.</title><content type='html'>its weird why i thought i had like so much time to study chem structured. in the end i didnt really do much. only a couple of past-yr struc qns. double jeopardy, frequency, w/o a trace, oc, apprentice. been indulging in these movies on tv. gawd. and its like D-day tmr. time really flies. mayb with econs, i'd spent more time on bks. but with a little more anxiety and stress. shall nt brood over it anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;imagine candles and torchlights. no tv no comp no aircon.&lt;br /&gt;yup. had a blackout. was settling down for tv in my living room when suddenly smthg exploded. the lights went out soon after. it was the circuit breaker. it tripped. my dad found out dat the wires melted, causing a great deal of current passing thru the breaker, hence causin' the trip. 45 mins ltr everythg went on except the aircon and the computer. cuz they were the ones consuming the most electricity. my dad wasnt gonna risk anythg.&lt;br /&gt;so i fell asleep under the nite sky with the company of crickets and the cool nite breeze.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11528862-113194343890825845?l=eissuom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eissuom.blogspot.com/feeds/113194343890825845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11528862&amp;postID=113194343890825845&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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map. so i placed all my troops on the last continent at the edge of the board. i tink it was africa. thr was only one exit/entrance so defending was rather easy. 45 mins into the game and i crushed all my opponents. taking over their territories. haha. all my friends didnt believe it was my first attempt at the game. was it a stroke of genius or just purely beginner's luck? anw how do u define the latter?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well i guess beginner's luck isnt really luck. ppl define it as the course of bringing a fresh perspective to a skill/situation, and taking the risk that you will fail. In doing so, doin' better than you ever thought you'd. haha. since its yr first attempt, therefore u have no fear. ure not scared abt breaking the rules cuz u are nt even clear abt them. u aint understand the consequences, the limitations of wad ure abt to do. so &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;most&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; of the time, you will do well the first time you try something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my friends wasnt happy abt their defeat and wanted a rematch. haha. so, i decided to adopt a new strat totally. i rearranged my troops all over the map. and tried to take over the largest continent first - Asia. of cuz i had nt enuff trops to defend my territory. and i was the first out. well. beginners luck doesn't need to just happen on its own. i mean you can induce it by firstly mentally placing yourself in the beginner's mindset. Purge your mind of what you know you're about to do before you do it. thus taking a risk that you might not be willing to take before because you knew you'd fail. You might succeed, not knowing that you could fail. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So next time, tink like a noob. just dun act like like one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11528862-113188806368403301?l=eissuom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eissuom.blogspot.com/feeds/113188806368403301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11528862&amp;postID=113188806368403301&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11528862/posts/default/113188806368403301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11528862/posts/default/113188806368403301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eissuom.blogspot.com/2005/11/blind-chance.html' title='blind chance?'/><author><name>bra.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14930133470201306890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11528862.post-113186687988816185</id><published>2005-11-13T15:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-13T15:30:49.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'>second thoughts.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;chem P2:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Periodic T, transition M (colour)&lt;br /&gt;- Gases, Chemical equili. (tog)&lt;br /&gt;- ionic equili.&lt;br /&gt;- BONDING**&lt;br /&gt;- 2 on organic w/o polymerisation.&lt;br /&gt;6qns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;for bio options:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im banging on sexual repro in mammals.&lt;br /&gt;for dat 1 essay qn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;mcqs&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; are giveaways.&lt;br /&gt;just practice.&lt;br /&gt;tons of repeated Qns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;econs:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmms.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11528862-113186687988816185?l=eissuom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eissuom.blogspot.com/feeds/113186687988816185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11528862&amp;postID=113186687988816185&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11528862/posts/default/113186687988816185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11528862/posts/default/113186687988816185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eissuom.blogspot.com/2005/11/second-thoughts.html' title='second thoughts.'/><author><name>bra.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14930133470201306890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11528862.post-113180527774315001</id><published>2005-11-12T22:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-13T12:09:42.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'>in collaboration with ucles.</title><content type='html'>gosh. it feels like the end of the exams alr. 4 more papers in 2 weeks. got roughly 3 days to study each paper. wtf sia. maybe i shldnt have dropped econs. anw the last 4 days were rough. the cambridge examiners were out to kill dis year. qns were friking tricky. esp maths. stupid plank qn. thought i had 3 As in my pocket. but now i can only hope for the best. hm. was on the way in the bus and thr were like tpjcians and mjcians. they were complaining abt the papers and left like 50 marks blank. so i guess ive got hope afterall. lol. hope they'd moderate the A grade upwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my hair is getting damn long. but im lazy to cut it. so i decided to hold it up using a hairband. haha. took from my sis. but i guess my head's a little big. almost broke one of those when i tried it on. resorted to using a bandana instead.&lt;br /&gt;btw i was on the verge of going to zion on fri but i restrained. ;)&lt;br /&gt;okay advert's over. back to frequency.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11528862-113180527774315001?l=eissuom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eissuom.blogspot.com/feeds/113180527774315001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11528862&amp;postID=113180527774315001&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11528862/posts/default/113180527774315001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11528862/posts/default/113180527774315001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eissuom.blogspot.com/2005/11/in-collaboration-with-ucles.html' title='in collaboration with ucles.'/><author><name>bra.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14930133470201306890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11528862.post-113161213786004695</id><published>2005-11-10T15:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-10T23:41:22.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ace for the As.</title><content type='html'>education serves to divide. cliche as it sounds. whether the present education system in s'pore is useful or efficient in spotting the various talents of the youths of tmr, many ppl have differing views. but indeed, a long way has come from a traditional-based classroom approach to a more laxed, independent, informal learning. But much have yet to be done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if nt for the over-emphasis on exams, i doubt many would even bother reading their notes during their free-time. in the two years of college many have spent, only much effort is required in the few remaining months to the A-levels. well, it represents the last hurdle to cross before embarking on a newer phase of our life. it doesnt matter how well u did for the promotional exams in yr 1 or dat u fail 3 subjects during the prelims. ultimately u just needa present yr best and excel for the As. getting that 3/4 As is certainly no mean feat but its easily attainable. of cuz consistency in yr work helps. yupp. so much for that one piece of laminated cert which can be 'purchased'. if u know whr to buy. heh. useless if u stop now and try to strike it rich with dat cert. but one thing is certain that u are one step closer to that noble aspiration- astronaut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who has ever looked forward to examinations? other than senseless muggertoads who had spent and will continue spending their entire lives on trying to cramp and memorise every single piece of information that is found in the textbks. as follows, we label them as nerds. u might argue tt they are hardworking and just trying to prove to ppl dat they are afterall smart. but all this at the cost of socialism and friends? its true that exams are all about factual regurgitation. Einstein once remarked, "Success is one percent inspiration and ninety-nine percent perspiration." rarely does it test and emphasize on the application of higher order thinking. today's Maths P2 might prove otherwise. but still its all about the student ability to be able to have adequate knowledge of the topics. Bright students benefit from this, gaining superiority over those who have a lower IQ or wad we term as slow learners. no matter how much they study, they would still be a level lower than the elite ones. u might have read recently that a few 12 year olds had already started their university education, skipping the Os and the As. unfair it may seem. u can blame it all on the genes. the present education system really supresses divergent thinking and creativity. the answer schemes are way too rigid. markers look out for specific keywords. the supposedly correct answers if written in your own words w/o the keywords, not conforming to the marking scheme wld be marked down. yep. no marks for trying to act smart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u may have understood the concept of homeostasis in the kidney. but do u know that Jacob founded the loop of henle or that the loop of henle was founded before the Bowman's capsule. these might seem unimportant but it helps in sparking an interest in the very factual and boring topics. exams too lead to over-emphasis on results instead of the 'total outcome' which we shld emphasize on. No use mugging very hard for the upcoming tests and have them all forgotten once the tests are over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dropped econs nt because i hated that subject but its due to my inability to manage time well. well i wldnt forget all the stuff ive learnt so far. Econs have made me more aware of the workings of the stockmkt and hw rising oil prices can spark off a war or unemployment. now i take an extra 15 mins to go through the economics and business section of the newspaper which i usually skip. im more involved in current affairs than before. i'd definitely pursue econs again when i go to uni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somehow, i feel the extreme urge to pen down my thoughts. mayb its the rain. hm. truthfully im nt feeling the stress. no im nt bldy confident or prepared. but i guess its just the ease of taking 3 subs. haha. btw its been raining almost daily. but it doesnt dampen my mood since i cant go out anw. hopefully it'd be bright and sunny again in abt 2 weeks. -_-&lt;br /&gt;Ace the As guys and i'll see u at the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;something to say? =) &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;---im a copycat&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11528862-113161213786004695?l=eissuom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eissuom.blogspot.com/feeds/113161213786004695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11528862&amp;postID=113161213786004695&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11528862/posts/default/113161213786004695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11528862/posts/default/113161213786004695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eissuom.blogspot.com/2005/11/ace-for-as.html' title='Ace for the As.'/><author><name>bra.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14930133470201306890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11528862.post-113154559292780200</id><published>2005-11-09T22:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-09T22:13:12.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dats wad I go 2 sch for .</title><content type='html'>Her voice is echoed in my mind,&lt;br /&gt;I count the days 'til she is mine.&lt;br /&gt;Can't tell my friends cos they will laugh,&lt;br /&gt;I love a member of the staff. I fight my way to front of class,&lt;br /&gt;To get the best view of her ass.&lt;br /&gt;I drop a pencil on the floor,&lt;br /&gt;She bends down and shows me more....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's what I go to school for,&lt;br /&gt;Even though it is a real bore,&lt;br /&gt;You can call me crazy,&lt;br /&gt;I know that she craves me.&lt;br /&gt;That's what I go to school for,&lt;br /&gt;Even though it is a real bore,&lt;br /&gt;Girlfriends I've had plenty,&lt;br /&gt;But none like Miss MacKenzie.&lt;br /&gt;That's what I go to school for,&lt;br /&gt;That's what I go to school for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So she maybe thirty three,&lt;br /&gt;But that doesn't bother me.&lt;br /&gt;Her boyfriends working out of town,&lt;br /&gt;I find a reason to go round.&lt;br /&gt;I climb a tree outside her home,&lt;br /&gt;To make sure that she's alone.&lt;br /&gt;I see her in her underwear,&lt;br /&gt; I can't help but stop and stare....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone that you teach all day&lt;br /&gt;Knows your looking at me in a different way&lt;br /&gt;I guess that's why my marks are getting so high&lt;br /&gt;I could see the tell tale signs telling me that i&lt;br /&gt;Was on your mind&lt;br /&gt;I could tell you wanted more when you told me that&lt;br /&gt;I'm what you go to school for,&lt;br /&gt;I'm what you go to school for.&lt;br /&gt;She's packed her bags it's in the trunk,&lt;br /&gt;Look's like she's picked herself a hunk.&lt;br /&gt;We drive pass school to say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;My friends can't believe their eyes....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's what I go to school for&lt;br /&gt;Even though it is a real bore&lt;br /&gt;You can call me crazy&lt;br /&gt;I know that she craves me&lt;br /&gt;That's what I go to school for&lt;br /&gt;Even though it is a real bore&lt;br /&gt;Girlfriends I've had plenty&lt;br /&gt;But none like Miss MacKenzie&lt;br /&gt;That's what I go to school for&lt;br /&gt;That's what I go to school for. ;D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11528862-113154559292780200?l=eissuom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eissuom.blogspot.com/feeds/113154559292780200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11528862&amp;postID=113154559292780200&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11528862/posts/default/113154559292780200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11528862/posts/default/113154559292780200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eissuom.blogspot.com/2005/11/dats-wad-i-go-2-sch-for.html' title='dats wad I go 2 sch for .'/><author><name>bra.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14930133470201306890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11528862.post-113151655562595060</id><published>2005-11-09T14:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-09T14:10:42.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a place with everything but first base.</title><content type='html'>The ‘friend zone’ is like the penalty box of dating, only you can never get out. Once a girl decides you’re her ‘friend’, it’s game over. You’ve become a complete nonsexual entity in her eyes, like her brother, or a lamp.&lt;br /&gt;haha. just friends ;)&lt;br /&gt;in theatres Nov 23.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11528862-113151655562595060?l=eissuom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eissuom.blogspot.com/feeds/113151655562595060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11528862&amp;postID=113151655562595060&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11528862/posts/default/113151655562595060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11528862/posts/default/113151655562595060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eissuom.blogspot.com/2005/11/place-with-everything-but-first-base.html' title='a place with everything but first base.'/><author><name>bra.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14930133470201306890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11528862.post-113129353720015413</id><published>2005-11-06T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T00:14:21.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'>that dragon which slays love under the pretence of keeping it alive.</title><content type='html'>doesnt it irk u to know dat she've been going out with someone.&lt;br /&gt;you start to create scenarios in your mind of what she's thinking or doing.&lt;br /&gt;it is the perfect way to torture yourself.&lt;br /&gt;yes however horrible it feels, it can be almost compulsive.&lt;br /&gt;how u dearly wish to get rid of these evil thoughts&lt;br /&gt;and to return to being the real you.&lt;br /&gt;somehow feeling that she's beginning to ignore you.&lt;br /&gt;finding u irritating and wanting to keep u away from her.&lt;br /&gt;indeed you've just found yrself falling into a constant state of jealousy.&lt;br /&gt;dat doesnt sound good esp if the exams are in a couple of days.&lt;br /&gt;bless you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11528862-113129353720015413?l=eissuom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eissuom.blogspot.com/feeds/113129353720015413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11528862&amp;postID=113129353720015413&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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me. and mayb the possibility of removing all the privileges tt he gave me. i just merely told him i failed several subjects and dat i'd work hard from then. he came to know of my triple o tis mornin'. from my ct of cuz. she called the soh's residence early this mornin'. i can see the disappointed look on his face. but yet he didnt give me a lashing i deserved. he gave me hope. with less than a week left to the end, he said i cld do it, that im a smart boy, tt i was just lackadasical and lazy in the past. online games dominated my life. nw tt these distractions are temporarily gone, its time to work. he promised me dat aft the exams, i was free to do anythg i wanted to do. but i should put in my 110% durin dis crucial period. dis is my last chance of redeemin myself. i would be pretty fucked up if i screwed up at the final leg. aft 12 yrs of govt schoolin'. who wouldnt.&lt;br /&gt;come to think of that. my dad gave me everythg i wanted. he promised me 3k if i secured 6 As in my Os. well. on top of the cash, he bought me a digital cam. haha actually i requested for it. i nvr had trouble with my allowance. it was always more than enuff. when im short of money, i'd just stick my hand out like a kid and ask for more. he wouldnt reject if i could account for how i'd spent them. staying over at my friends hse was smthg tt my mum wouldnt allow me. but my dad gave me dis freedom. he just told me not to create or get into any form of trouble. that's all. i really appreciated wad my dad has done for me. and i hoped i wun let him down again.&lt;br /&gt;oh. the gaghan family just got eliminated. =( i was rooting for their team. ahh. but nvrtheless im still impressed by the little kids. &amp;amp; they got a wonderful dad. he taught them nvr to gave up hope and to persevere right up to the end. always aim to be a winner if nt nvr turn into a sore loser.&lt;br /&gt;dads. they really are something eh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11528862-113090084105411464?l=eissuom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eissuom.blogspot.com/feeds/113090084105411464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11528862&amp;postID=113090084105411464&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11528862/posts/default/113090084105411464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11528862/posts/default/113090084105411464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eissuom.blogspot.com/2005/11/my-favourite-palindrome.html' title='my favourite palindrome.'/><author><name>bra.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14930133470201306890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11528862.post-113077328901603689</id><published>2005-10-31T23:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-01T00:36:10.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'>=D</title><content type='html'>mmmh. at last.&lt;br /&gt;a great load off my mind.&lt;br /&gt;but its a little fucked up.&lt;br /&gt;no regrets wadsoever.&lt;br /&gt;if its any weirder.&lt;br /&gt;trick or treat.&lt;br /&gt;happy halloween sluts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11528862-113077328901603689?l=eissuom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eissuom.blogspot.com/feeds/113077328901603689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11528862&amp;postID=113077328901603689&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11528862/posts/default/113077328901603689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11528862/posts/default/113077328901603689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eissuom.blogspot.com/2005/10/d.html' title='=D'/><author><name>bra.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14930133470201306890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11528862.post-113060643246333409</id><published>2005-10-30T00:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-30T12:16:14.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'>being a Sin' Dorei</title><content type='html'>haha. being in a top jc indeed has its perks. of date ive received abt 6 invitations to attend several scholarships talks. these ppl are indeed more concerned abt my future than i am. just got a letter from navy today .damn impressed by it. attached was a replica of a cathay movie tix with the movie entitled: the life of brandon. even the seat number was included.&lt;br /&gt;ha. oh. this part is hilarious. after telling me the prospects of joining navy and the benefits i'd be enjoying if i embark on becoming a navy officer, they wrote: it's no coincidence that we're writing specifically to you. you've&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; excelled academically &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;and &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;gained recognition from your teachers&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; and peers... lmao. failing three subs during my prelims = excelling? lol. anw many thanks to navy. but i dun tink i enjoy being stuck 24/7 at sea juz like my dad. boring mann. where's the fun? mayb u can fool ard with the anchor but other than that, friendly portcalls? military exercises? zzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and ive changed my mind on becoming a mage.&lt;br /&gt;i wanna be a Sin'Dorei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.worldofwarcraft.com/burningcrusade/images/art/ss10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.worldofwarcraft.com/burningcrusade/images/art/ss10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.worldofwarcraft.com/news/images/05-10/burningcrusade/bloodelf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.worldofwarcraft.com/news/images/05-10/burningcrusade/bloodelf.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they're blood elves with pale&lt;br /&gt;skin, golden hair. aint she striking. haha. oh. im talkin' the new expansion from the World of Warcarft. its called burning crusade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. like how kenneth puts it. we're gonna get paid for playing WoW. i mean we would receive ard 350 bucks every month after we enter NS nxt yr. more than enuff to pay for the 60 day game-card which cost $50. =) okie gonna go and try to understand how the bldy loop of henle works. nite.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11528862-113060643246333409?l=eissuom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eissuom.blogspot.com/feeds/113060643246333409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11528862&amp;postID=113060643246333409&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11528862/posts/default/113060643246333409'/><link 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let me share with u my comments for my gp mock essay. was so encouraging. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"brandon, you have 'arrived'. The prelims wasnt a fluke. While an awareness of the effects of terrorism on privacy would have given yr essay greater currency, the points that u have raised were valid and well-argued. Nice weaving of alt views while preserving a personal voice. Well done. You have indeed come a long way from yr pseudo D7. my best wishes for your As."&lt;br /&gt;ChewHe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha i got a 30 for that essay. mayb he's too leninent. yea. my friend got 50 for his essay on the unsportingness of sports these days. yupp. its a full marks. like wad rai and bah quotes. disgusting. haha. yaojun is a crazy ass indeed. i rmb he scored full marks for SAT during yr 1 too. u wun know wads on his mind. he's weird at times. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh i found some lovely pictures on kahlen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.upn.com/shows/top_model4/images/models/kahlen/gall/02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.upn.com/shows/top_model4/images/models/kahlen/gall/02.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;this is just chio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.upn.com/shows/top_model4/images/models/kahlen/gall/18.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.upn.com/shows/top_model4/images/models/kahlen/gall/18.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;the essence of innocence and perfection.&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;a href="http://www.upn.com/shows/top_model4/images/models/kahlen/gall/13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.upn.com/shows/top_model4/images/models/kahlen/gall/13.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wrath.&lt;br /&gt;one of the 7 deadly sins.&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;a href="http://www.upn.com/shows/top_model4/images/models/kahlen/gall/21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.upn.com/shows/top_model4/images/models/kahlen/gall/21.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;covergirl.&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;a href="http://www.upn.com/shows/top_model4/images/models/kahlen/gall/11.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.upn.com/shows/top_model4/images/models/kahlen/gall/12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.upn.com/shows/top_model4/images/models/kahlen/gall/12.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;ironically.&lt;br /&gt;a slut.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11528862-113049905066028045?l=eissuom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eissuom.blogspot.com/feeds/113049905066028045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11528862&amp;postID=113049905066028045&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11528862/posts/default/113049905066028045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11528862/posts/default/113049905066028045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eissuom.blogspot.com/2005/10/deadly-sin.html' title='a deadly sin.'/><author><name>bra.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14930133470201306890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11528862.post-113030464227671823</id><published>2005-10-26T13:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-26T19:15:40.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tears of heaven.</title><content type='html'>its been raining for 3 consecutive days alr.&lt;br /&gt;how romantic.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;morning - mcqs (bio, econs, chem)&lt;br /&gt;afternoon - core (bio, chem)&lt;br /&gt;night - essays (econs) maths.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11528862-113030464227671823?l=eissuom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eissuom.blogspot.com/feeds/113030464227671823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11528862&amp;postID=113030464227671823&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11528862/posts/default/113030464227671823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11528862/posts/default/113030464227671823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eissuom.blogspot.com/2005/10/tears-of-heaven.html' title='tears of heaven.'/><author><name>bra.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14930133470201306890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11528862.post-113021795132453058</id><published>2005-10-25T12:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-26T13:32:22.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'>kahlen.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5325/362/1600/kahlen1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5325/362/320/kahlen1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;damn. my girl lost. naima won instead. i guess she' aint too good at catwalks. but she's has such a sweet &amp; flawless face. and a nice figure. and legs. yupp. a typical blue-eye blonde. haha. trust me. she'd make it big. just wait and see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if i do get my 4 As for my A lvls. it would be all my efforts. none from the fucking teachers. except of cuz mr. chew. he's fabulous. shall only thank my ct for her constant encouragement. i didnt learn much from the rest. esp for my econs. okae. it might be my fault for nt listening during lectures at times. but i can say i mastered macroeconomics on my own with help from my frends of cuz. i didnt learn hw to do a case study. Drq is rather simple. essays? lol. we did it in class once and it took him one year to mark it. if i rmb correctly, it was the mkt failure essay which we did last yr. we only received it in july this year. it might nt be his fault for his monotonous voice. but he would come to class with no objectives in mind. he'd stray off and talk abt smthg else. or even dismiss us after 5 mins of lessontime. his reason would be giving us more time to conduct self-study or dat we didnt do our tutorials, thus it'd be useless for him to go thru anw. now i have to improve on my mcqs and case studys. my A will then come easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lets see. for chem. my teacher is friking biased against me. he doesnt care about whether i pass or fail for chem. hm. sometimes i feel i doesnt exist in his eyes. like after the mock practice paper 5, he approached alvin and asked him how was the test, the date of his enlistment, etc. i was beside him and i dun even get any acknowlegement. i stood there like a dumb fool. only managing a weak smile when he glanced at me once. i went for the remedial prog organised by him. nic was sitting on my right. he was doing his rounds asking whether we needed any help or nt? we were embarking on a thermochem Q then. he went towards nic and ask him if he cld do tt Q. and subsequently checked his work. nt even glancing at my work, he went to the table on my left. dat was the last time i wasted my time in gg for chem R. hai. lucky i had help from peirui, my ex-schmate. he's a genius, whom i always approach for if i had any problems in chem/bio. therfore, i tink im confident of pulling an A for chem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh maths. Mrs koh. haha. in this short span of 6 months dat she taught us. ive learnt much more than my 4 years of maths in sec sch. maths have certainly become easier. i certainly believe i can get an A for maths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bio. madam. ure just nt suited for teaching. seriously. but im thankful u didnt give up on me. i wun disappoint u. im just afraid for the few concepts tt im weak in for bio core. but i tink i can managed by myself. thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gp. consistency counts. i will look u up sir, for one last time. after tt we chiong world of warcraft alr. haha. after As i mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AAAA.AC.&lt;br /&gt;-cross fingers. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11528862-113021795132453058?l=eissuom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11528862.post-113004362766036071</id><published>2005-10-23T12:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-25T14:51:01.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mathematical love.</title><content type='html'>how will you measure love when it comes to town?&lt;br /&gt;you might like to weigh it up with coffee spoons, drinking each mouthful like water, like medicine, a spoonful of sugar.&lt;br /&gt;you might like to sit in a corner and mark the daylight that streams in through the window, mark how the sun moves across his face, his eyes.&lt;br /&gt;love is not a victory march.&lt;br /&gt;you cannot measure it by the number of flags won,&lt;br /&gt;you cannot measure it by the number of hearts lost.&lt;br /&gt;it cannot be measured by the decibels of sound,&lt;br /&gt;the number of chess moves made,&lt;br /&gt;the number of times peace has been made.&lt;br /&gt;love is not a war.&lt;br /&gt;it cannot be fought or won or lost.&lt;br /&gt;love is not a science experiment:&lt;br /&gt;there can be no trial runs and its hypotheses can never be tested.&lt;br /&gt;love is not a graph you can extrapolate forever from.&lt;br /&gt;love is not a maths question.&lt;br /&gt;there are neither correct nor wrong answers and it cannot be solved in three steps. there is no way to prove it&lt;br /&gt;and you cannot verify that one person will always satisfy the equation.&lt;br /&gt;there is no equation when 1 + 1 never equals 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but love is a great mathematician.&lt;br /&gt;love marks the area of a boy walking down clarke quay with you;&lt;br /&gt;the volume of his love is the amount of space he takes up.&lt;br /&gt;love is in the length of his fingers and the number of seconds his eyes take to trail down your legs.&lt;br /&gt;love knows the number of heartbeats you take when he walks past,&lt;br /&gt;love watches as your brain slows down and the rest of you goes into overdrive. love alone knows the length of the shadow he casts on your face while you sleep, love sees the width of that chasm that separates you from him.&lt;br /&gt;love remembers the number of steps you take away from him,&lt;br /&gt;and love knows that when one person is between two others,&lt;br /&gt;the hypotenuse of the triangle must always be root2 and hence an impossibility. love knows that the shortest distance from one person to another is not always a straight line,&lt;br /&gt;and that some people walk in circles only to find they have never moved from the same spot.&lt;br /&gt;and love knows that if you try to differentiate one from the other -- there is no way you can integrate them back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. im nt as philisophical as zhenyi. all that belongs to her. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11528862.post-112997494719972810</id><published>2005-10-22T17:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-25T14:52:10.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Run.</title><content type='html'>Are these times contagious&lt;br /&gt;I've never been this bored before&lt;br /&gt;Is this the prize I've waited for&lt;br /&gt;Now with the hours passing&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing left here to insure&lt;br /&gt;I long to find a messenger&lt;br /&gt;Have I got a long way to run( 2 x)&lt;br /&gt;Yeah...I run&lt;br /&gt;Is this a cure among us&lt;br /&gt;From this processed sanity&lt;br /&gt;I weaken with each voice that sings&lt;br /&gt;In this world of purchase&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to buy back memories&lt;br /&gt;To awaken some old qualities&lt;br /&gt;Have I got a long way to run(3x)&lt;br /&gt;Yeah...I run. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11528862-112997494719972810?l=eissuom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eissuom.blogspot.com/feeds/112997494719972810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11528862&amp;postID=112997494719972810&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11528862/posts/default/112997494719972810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11528862/posts/default/112997494719972810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eissuom.blogspot.com/2005/10/run.html' title='Run.'/><author><name>bra.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14930133470201306890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11528862.post-112981078503026130</id><published>2005-10-20T20:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-25T14:52:26.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bio. chem. econs.</title><content type='html'>cant believe im actualy wearing a jacket at home. cant believe im feeling cold. i was even shivering on the way home in the bus. hm. i dun feel sick. no flu bugs nor coughs. fever? nah im perfectly well. i guess its just another cold &amp;amp; rainy day today. was in sch for like 8 hrs today. went for all 3 remedials today. finally i knew how to answer a case study Q properly. organic chem seems simple now. bio is basically made up of recall type topics. havent really got down to memorising anythg yet. haha. i belong to the 1 A level pass category like wad mrs foo said. but im within the top 80% for everythg. meaning that i'd be able to secure a B at least. ha. she's indeed the 'thr's hope teacher'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ppl can be so bitchy. i mean when they see a guy and a girl together. tongues would start to wag. cant they be really good friends? why is the mindset of the society so rigid. if u see two guys or 2 girls alone together? does it mean they are homosexuals? i realy dun understand. they are making things even more complicated. also, ppl might get the wrong idea. haha. but anw when i see my friends alone with a girl, i'd also bitch ard and tease him. i guess. its human nature afterall. mayb im a bastard too.&lt;br /&gt;ha. i love the rain but nt the destruction it brings along with it. im glad to be living in s'pore now and nt the US. mayb i shall read up on some macroecons. but first. some tv.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11528862-112981078503026130?l=eissuom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eissuom.blogspot.com/feeds/112981078503026130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11528862&amp;postID=112981078503026130&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11528862/posts/default/112981078503026130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11528862/posts/default/112981078503026130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eissuom.blogspot.com/2005/10/bio-chem-econs.html' title='bio. chem. econs.'/><author><name>bra.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14930133470201306890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11528862.post-112971599949856858</id><published>2005-10-19T17:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-25T14:52:45.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'>21D</title><content type='html'>nah. its nt my bra size.&lt;br /&gt;21 days more to the start of the As.&lt;br /&gt;and i still dun feel the stress surging.&lt;br /&gt;hmm. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11528862-112971599949856858?l=eissuom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11528862.post-112935417212407708</id><published>2005-10-15T12:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-25T14:53:02.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hm. 7 jan.</title><content type='html'>ha. 1st thing dat greets me when i returned home yest was my enlistment letter. im supposed to report to tekong on 7 Jan. for my 9 weeks of BMT. cool. i'd be out before the A level results. haha. several of my friends too are also enlisting on the same day. i guess we'd all be seeing each other again. no doubt. seems so sudden dat i'd be serving the nation in 3 months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday marks the end of our first 12 yrs of education in singapore. i would indeed miss my classmates a lot. s22 was made up of a fun and enthusiastic bunch of students. who made me enjoy my 2 yrs of stay here. the guys were great. i'd nvr forget the times where we skipped tutorials, lectures. the days whr we sneaked out of sch to get to nic's hse. those fun times we had foolin ard with the teachers. the couple of sentosa outings. the occassional fri lan sessions. etc. furthermore ive made many close friends here in VJ. esp yep. how i wish we could spent another one more year together. oh how could i forget Mr Chew. he's like part of s22. like wad yj said. if he werent a teacher, he would have never met one. his lessons were the only enjoyable ones. i guess among all the teachers we have. we only respect him. we'd miss him dearly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;farewell assembly was rather hilarious with quirky skits and crazy ppl who just couldnt sing on stage. lol. this guy beside me was sucking helium from the balloons and then for the 1st few seconds. his voice totally change. it was weird. anw it all ended with ice-creams and the taking of pics. just like that. hai it isnt the last i'd steppin into sch anw. remedials and mock exams would still be on for the nxt 3 weeks. and aft dat the dreadful As.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lunch was short at bk b4 the 8 of us congregated at Asteroids. haha. for the last time on a friday afternoon. we engaged ourselves in a battle of wits and glory. i emerge victorious only once. haha. but i enjoyed the many fun times we had at the lan shops. and of the thrill in playing together. the bunch of us really bonded well.&lt;br /&gt;i guess i can waste no time in coming online. time's running out and i gotta redeem myself. see u guys real soon mann. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11528862-112935417212407708?l=eissuom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eissuom.blogspot.com/feeds/112935417212407708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11528862&amp;postID=112935417212407708&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11528862/posts/default/112935417212407708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11528862/posts/default/112935417212407708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eissuom.blogspot.com/2005/10/hm-7-jan.html' title='hm. 7 jan.'/><author><name>bra.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14930133470201306890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11528862.post-112904662308077378</id><published>2005-10-12T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-25T14:53:18.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'>got none</title><content type='html'>When I was a little boy I used to wonder&lt;br /&gt;Just how old you'd have to be to feel good&lt;br /&gt;Now I've seen a thousand girls but I still wonder&lt;br /&gt;Cause they just don't make sense to me&lt;br /&gt;God knows I've tried&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've tried to be the unpredictable one&lt;br /&gt;I've tried to be the friend that they could rely on&lt;br /&gt;I've still got none&lt;br /&gt;Got nothing at all&lt;br /&gt;And so I fall into the open&lt;br /&gt;Just singing out your name&lt;br /&gt;And when I'm done, crashed and maimed&lt;br /&gt;I hope that's where you'll find me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know that if it's up to me I'll still be holding&lt;br /&gt;My own hand the day I die&lt;br /&gt;So please release me now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've tried to be the mean mysterious one&lt;br /&gt;I've tried to be the sweetest candy you'd suck on&lt;br /&gt;I've still got none&lt;br /&gt;Got nothing at all&lt;br /&gt;And so I fall into the open&lt;br /&gt;Just singing out your name&lt;br /&gt;And when I'm done, crashed and maimed&lt;br /&gt;I hope that's where you'll find me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's a good day for being found&lt;br /&gt;Just crawling in the dirt with my head underground&lt;br /&gt;And it's a good day for you to come&lt;br /&gt;Collecting all the pieces of the damage done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And after all the bandages are gone&lt;br /&gt;I hope you'll find a favorite part you can work on&lt;br /&gt;Cause I've got none&lt;br /&gt;Got nothing at all&lt;br /&gt;And so I fall into the open&lt;br /&gt;Just singing out your name&lt;br /&gt;And when I'm done, crashed and maimed&lt;br /&gt;I hope that's where you'll find me &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11528862-112904662308077378?l=eissuom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eissuom.blogspot.com/feeds/112904662308077378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11528862&amp;postID=112904662308077378&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11528862/posts/default/112904662308077378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11528862/posts/default/112904662308077378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eissuom.blogspot.com/2005/10/got-none.html' title='got none'/><author><name>bra.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14930133470201306890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11528862.post-112884168535400590</id><published>2005-10-09T14:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-09T15:08:05.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'>self-proclaimed kiddo.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;h3&gt;self-proclaimed kiddo.&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;p&gt;turning on the comp. the first thing i wakeup has always been the morning routine of mine ever since my dad got me a personal one on my table. haha. but nt after i had warcraft uninstalled from it. ya. besides turning on my fone &amp; flippin thru 'life' for the daily gossips, i always have to make the bed. cuz im usually the last to break out of my dreams. breakfast for me is rare. i normally get up to the naggy shouts of my mum for lunch. dats when i began to show signs of movement by walkin ard in circles before affording a couple of yawns and stretches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'd nvr miss the daily headlines after my bath and lunch. checking my dls and for the latest updates of dota used to be my priority. now i plan the day's agenda. wad i need to complete by the end of the day. i'd be satisfied if i complete more than 50% of the day's assignments. as the clock ticks towards 5, i start to give occassional glances to my computer. until the usual humming sound of my cpu eases my ears. i dun know about u guys but my status for msn has always been appearing offline. unless thr's some1 i want to talk to or dat ive allowed myself to be disturbed. hehh. going online is always boring unless there's the relief of quirky news and funny annecdotes. my links normally consist of my friends' blogs, news sites, reality tv shows, and dota. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ever heard of neopets? the craze dat struck most of us during our secondary sch days. i rmb being hooked onto it during sec2. the thrills of getting rich and owning powerful cute pets with god-like items. i didnt get my broadband connection until secondary 4. before that, i used to patronise lanshops which offer smooth and seamless connection to the web. neopets is like a mmorpg except for the rpg portion. it aint 3-D but its free. ya there's updates everyday and yr skills in playing those flash games (for $$) aint gonna get u rich fast. luck is an extremely impt element which u need lots of. there are goodies to get everyday by visiting the differents realms. ha. my craze sort of died down when i reached sec 4. maybe cuz its kinda embarrassing to let ppl know u play the game. everyone knows its meant for kids. and i realised i aint one anymore. time for more gory and violent games..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ha. yea. i visited my np account recently and found dat it has indeed changed a lot. but the whole concept of the game havent really changed. just dat thr's so many things u can do as compared to before. but all those flash games and goodies dun appeal to me now anymore. but i really love to play the stockmarket. it is so similar to the outside world. and yupp, fluctuations in the various stock prices are due to the demands and supplies of the stock. cool eh. there is also a cap on the amount of stocks u can buy on a certain day. one more thing. u can only purchase stocks dat are traded at above 15 dollars. i guess to prevent ppl from stocking on those low prices ones. oh ya. i found out tt the stocks i bought 4 yrs ago has risen by 800%. so im quite rich now. a millionaire in an online world indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now back to reality and my macro-economics.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11528862-112884168535400590?l=eissuom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eissuom.blogspot.com/feeds/112884168535400590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11528862.post-112866848718458941</id><published>2005-10-07T14:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-07T15:01:27.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'>continuation...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;h3&gt;continuation...&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;p&gt;ha. just spent my morning watching season 3 of the oc. it seems tt no matter how screwed up their lifes are, (like getting expelled from sch, divorced parents, bankrupt mum) optimism and determination are wad drives them forward.. well. i shld too. ha. and yea just cant get enough of friends eh. i shld draw the line between truth and lies. damn me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11528862-112866848718458941?l=eissuom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11528862.post-112865611898159237</id><published>2005-10-07T10:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-07T14:51:29.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ike, epically tragic. an end-of-the-world, locusts and horned beasts bummer.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;h3&gt;like, epically tragic. an end-of-the-world, locusts and horned beasts bummer.&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;p&gt;haha. i knew i wun do very well for my prelims indeed. last minute work aint gonna help a lot. although i did better than the block tests. im still in the less than 45 region. well ive blogged about my life after this para. since sec 3. the whole course of 4 yrs. and how it have appeared to have changed. but well i guess smthg happened during the refreshing and dat portion got deleted. argh. im just unlucky. shrugs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ive blamed the teachers for nt doing a goodjob.&lt;br /&gt;ive blamed Dota for being my substitute for restlessness, boredom.&lt;br /&gt;ive blamed my parents for the nagging and the restrictions they implemented.&lt;br /&gt;ive blamed the sch for giving us only 2 wks for the study break before the&lt;br /&gt;prelims.&lt;br /&gt;everything was at fault except me. i was selfish. even in online games. ive flamed ppl and called them noobs, i ran away at the slightest sign of trouble nt even offering help. im always there to get a kill or is the first to steal leavers items. and when i die, im first to point the blame at others. when i know im losing, i press alt QQ. its only now ive come to realised dat ive no sportmanship and irritating. ppl get frustated when they teamed up with me or against me. but luckily i was behind a screenname all this while. poor moussie. im so gonna change all this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now dat this distraction is eliminated thanks to my friend who agreed to confiscate my cd, its time to work hard for the remaining one month. enough of senseless rantings. nil sine labore.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11528862-112865611898159237?l=eissuom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eissuom.blogspot.com/feeds/112865611898159237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11528862&amp;postID=112865611898159237&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11528862/posts/default/112865611898159237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11528862/posts/default/112865611898159237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eissuom.blogspot.com/2005/10/ike-epically-tragic-end-of-world.html' title='ike, epically tragic. an end-of-the-world, locusts and horned beasts bummer.'/><author><name>bra.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14930133470201306890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11528862.post-112860403678720673</id><published>2005-10-06T20:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-06T21:28:22.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Zzzz..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;h3&gt;Zzzz.&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;p&gt;somehow when i get home. all the motivation to become hard-working and to mug is all lost. i alr shift the comp off my table. cant be the distractions. hmss. my mind's all messed up. i dun know where to start. sch have been giving me problems too. fuck the evaluation forms. screw the cip hrs. useless educators. i know i have to be blamed for the downfall of my prelims. but i guess it would serve me good to have much better teachers. those whom really know their stuff. and too know how to motivate students. nt come to class and start to dabble on useless topics nt related to any subjects. or to joke and fool ard with students. cant really stand teachers who give up on their students. or to walk out of the class even though the class didnt do their tutorials. they all only have a single purpose. just to take their paycheck at the end of the month. passion for teaching? fuck off la. Mr chew called me today to ask me to turn up for sch tmr. to see my CT. i hate disobeying him but i guess home is the best place to be on a friday morning. sorry dude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;managed to sort out my stuff and started to do abit of maths when the indians at the nearby temple started chanting. ever since 8p.m. this is so fucked up. i live at least 300m away. but i can still hear the repeated chants loud and clear. argh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a lighter note. its yunqi bdae today. haha. rejoice my friend. a bitch goddess indeed. =)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11528862-112860403678720673?l=eissuom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eissuom.blogspot.com/feeds/112860403678720673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='html'>&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;h3&gt;...&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;p&gt;it was all just a dream.&lt;br /&gt;unspoken truths.&lt;br /&gt;unfufilled wishes.&lt;br /&gt;my hopes are way too high.&lt;br /&gt;now ive to bear with the disappointment dat follows.&lt;br /&gt;i can nvr know the reason to it all.&lt;br /&gt;although i once again asked myself why.&lt;br /&gt;the only way out is&lt;br /&gt;to be a demon. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11528862-112851517142176581?l=eissuom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eissuom.blogspot.com/feeds/112851517142176581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11528862&amp;postID=112851517142176581&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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topics ive spotted.&lt;br /&gt;wad ive achieved is a mere disaster.&lt;br /&gt;i aint wanna talk about my results or anythg else.&lt;br /&gt;the sonner i have to face up to reality, the better for me.&lt;br /&gt;empty promises exit my mouth&lt;br /&gt;unwanted tauntings enter my ears&lt;br /&gt;all i wanna do now is to focus.&lt;br /&gt;without my comp and the tv.&lt;br /&gt;wad i lack now is motivation&lt;br /&gt;and the passion/drive/urge to succeed.&lt;br /&gt;the sonner im awaken&lt;br /&gt;the better its gonna be.&lt;br /&gt;but there isnt much time left&lt;br /&gt;for the end is coming near.&lt;br /&gt;i hope my dad will destroy the computer.&lt;br /&gt;a 512 unlimited broadband connection.&lt;br /&gt;i aint using it for blackboard or research.&lt;br /&gt;10 hours online everyday.&lt;br /&gt;for 8 hours of d-o-t-a,&lt;br /&gt;plus 2 hours of minesweeping.&lt;br /&gt;Saturdays and sundays&lt;br /&gt;are for revision and chilling.&lt;br /&gt;but all i ever do is dota the two days.&lt;br /&gt;i know mugging isnt my cup of tea.&lt;br /&gt;and uninstalling FT is just a formality.&lt;br /&gt;but owning noobs is my specialty.&lt;br /&gt;only maths is a B,&lt;br /&gt;my best is yet to be.&lt;br /&gt;u may wonder wad the fuck im actually doing&lt;br /&gt;but its the best i tink ive put in.&lt;br /&gt;lying and bragging is wad i do.&lt;br /&gt;but i know in the end im just a fool.&lt;br /&gt;yea 2 days before the prelims.&lt;br /&gt;im still nt in the least worried.&lt;br /&gt;cos' i indeed got my lovely 8 points.&lt;br /&gt;from a last minute work for my Os.&lt;br /&gt;but last minute work in the A lvls.&lt;br /&gt;A F.OFF is all im gonna see.&lt;br /&gt;blame it on dota.&lt;br /&gt;blame it on my laziness.&lt;br /&gt;dun u tink its so fucking lame.&lt;br /&gt;a shamen on bnet.&lt;br /&gt;a student in vj.&lt;br /&gt;i just aint fit to be my parents' son.&lt;br /&gt;50 dollars a week.&lt;br /&gt;20 dollars to lan.&lt;br /&gt;how am i gonna be rich before im 20.&lt;br /&gt;sigh. shrugs. and a middle finger.&lt;br /&gt;a jerk, bastard, and an asshole.&lt;br /&gt;sue me pls.&lt;br /&gt;so i can go to jail.&lt;br /&gt;for all the nonsense ive rant so far.&lt;br /&gt;counting down to the remaining days.&lt;br /&gt;pls dun tell me wad to do.&lt;br /&gt;although im 18,&lt;br /&gt;i occassionally find myself acting like a kid.&lt;br /&gt;gawd, just let me rest in peace this once.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11528862-112823971220445416?l=eissuom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eissuom.blogspot.com/feeds/112823971220445416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11528862&amp;postID=112823971220445416&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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addict.&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;p&gt;The Shaman and Fletcher, they have many stories,&lt;br /&gt;These are their adventures, in all of their glory,&lt;br /&gt;One has a rough texture, the other's a stoner,&lt;br /&gt;One is a collector, the other's a boner,&lt;br /&gt;They both smoke the nectar, they're bothnever sober,&lt;br /&gt;They travel together, searching out donors&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If theres ever a war, they're first to tackle,&lt;br /&gt;Rhasta drops a few wards, and then he casts his shackles,&lt;br /&gt;Clinkz shoots arrows galore, with fire they crackle,&lt;br /&gt;Adding stats to their core, right after the battle&lt;br /&gt;When he shoots forked lightning, you're fried to a crisp,&lt;br /&gt;His voodoo is frightning, turning you into a fish,&lt;br /&gt;While you're busy grinding, he's already filthy rich,&lt;br /&gt;His senses are heightened, cuz his doctor's a witch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you choose to use some lame magic,&lt;br /&gt;Clinkz'll shoot his diffusal blade at it,&lt;br /&gt;His arrows now imbued with a blue static,&lt;br /&gt;A weapons thats been proven to rape laggots,&lt;br /&gt;Whenever you start losin you throw a fit,&lt;br /&gt;That's why I'm boozin when I scroll and click,&lt;br /&gt;There's a hero I pick when I'm bored of Clinkz,&lt;br /&gt;I choose Mortred with her shadow strike and blink&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it's so sick with my crystalys /&lt;br /&gt;I can fit two crits into a single hit /&lt;br /&gt;Flip the switch and then im infinite /&lt;br /&gt;Flick my wrist and I blink so swift /&lt;br /&gt;Careful with all that wealth ya grabbin tho /&lt;br /&gt;I hit you with my stealth assassin's blow /&lt;br /&gt;Crit you, kill you, and take half your dough /&lt;br /&gt;Then you say you couldn't see my shadow /&lt;br /&gt;That's the concept, leave if you're losing /&lt;br /&gt;That's such nonsense, what the F are you doing?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To keep it up, I got a lot to do&lt;br /&gt;just like the pandaren's got lots to brew /h&lt;br /&gt;ow would you feel if someone shot at you? /&lt;br /&gt;Naga What? Naga Who? /&lt;br /&gt;As you get the drilled, the tables are turning /&lt;br /&gt;I got the will, inner fire is burning /&lt;br /&gt;I got the skills while you're still busy learning /&lt;br /&gt;I get more kills than dota has versions /&lt;br /&gt;When I play, I just can't budge /&lt;br /&gt;Cuz I'm hooked, like getting ganked by pudge /&lt;br /&gt;And I thirst, I got that lust for blood /&lt;br /&gt;It's not just a game, it's also a drug /&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://nubcrushers.com/songs/Devils%20Urethra%20-%20DotA%20(High%20Quality).mp3"&gt;http://nubcrushers.com/songs/Devils%20Urethra%20-%20DotA%20(High%20Quality).mp3&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friking cooL.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11528862-112774962343018843?l=eissuom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eissuom.blogspot.com/feeds/112774962343018843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11528862&amp;postID=112774962343018843&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11528862/posts/default/112774962343018843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11528862/posts/default/112774962343018843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eissuom.blogspot.com/2005/09/life-of-addict.html' title='the life of an addict.'/><author><name>bra.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14930133470201306890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11528862.post-112756134765573999</id><published>2005-09-24T18:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-24T19:29:07.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'>22nd of September.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;h3&gt;22nd of September.&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;p&gt;haha im so glad tt prelims are finally over yet am nt euphoric about it. i tried my best this time round. yea although it was like last minute work again. i shall wow to finish the whole of my 4 tys in these 6 weeks before As. but im so easily restless. esp with the computer on my table, its tough to resist the temptation of going online, be it to msn or to dota. but then again i got this huge note on my wall which says "4Fs and yr future is gone" lol. indeed its true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we went to watch the devil rejects on thurs. was friking gorified and disgusting. thought it was another retarded zombie movie but it was much worst. other than hearing the word fuck every 20sec, the torture scenes were horrifying. these ppl dat film the show are all out of the mind. yea the director was rob zombie. even his name proves it. then of cos' there were the usual lan after the movie. nothing out of the blue except some pure pwnage as well as getting pwned. hm. some ppl just got the innate ability to play games like yj. others just cant seem to own in games. like me. haha. so much for nt being a noob. oh i got beaten in pool by a girl. and dat sucks. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tan is an asshole. he's so particular about hair. i tink he's just jealous dat his hair cant grow any longer. so he starts going ard sch confiscating ez-link cards when he knows dat we need those for the prelims. im beginning to lose my respect for him. seriously he's one mofo. poor liren too. got discriminated in the soccer team as well. well he's just doing his job anw. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;issit good to be competitive in games? to give it yr best? i hate losing and i always want to be in the stronger team. i dun give up hope unless its really obv dat its a gg. but some ppl just cant stand it. i shld learn to have some sportsmanship. well i dun usually leave games anw. but i guess my words do agitate ppl sometimes. shall try nt to talk too much nxt time. then thr's a lesser chance dat someone gets insulted. sorry.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11528862-112756134765573999?l=eissuom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eissuom.blogspot.com/feeds/112756134765573999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11528862&amp;postID=112756134765573999&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11528862/posts/default/112756134765573999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11528862/posts/default/112756134765573999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eissuom.blogspot.com/2005/09/22nd-of-september.html' title='22nd of September.'/><author><name>bra.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14930133470201306890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11528862.post-112722152884651371</id><published>2005-09-20T18:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-21T16:58:57.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'>do dragons really exist?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;h3&gt;do dragons really exist?&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;p&gt;representing the epitome of power, its been long known dat dragons are just nothing more than mystical creatures tt exists only in our dreams or the tv. to the chinese, dragons symbolizes boldness and valiancy, nobility and divinity. its is also believed tt the dragon brings upon the essence of life, in the form of its celestial breath. Yielding life and bestowing its power in the form of the seasons, bringing water from rain, warmth from the sunshine, wind from the seas and soil from the Earth. nevertheless its the ultimate representation of the forces of mother nature. but does it really exists? there's no proof that they do exist yet none that they don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. gawd. All of the real dragons out there must have caused quite a stir when they were seen. actually. they do infact exists. but far from the mythical form tt we are familiar with. the closest reptile to resemble a dragon is the draco volans. its known as the flying dragon and grows to about 19-22cm long. its has wings and are mostly found in tropical regions. a midget indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dragons are so heavy and fat. how the hell can they fly so high in the skies. haha cos of CH4. yupp. methane gas is generated in their stomachs just like the hydrochloric acid for us. this light gas also enables them to 'float' like balloons. pls try to believe. Also did you know that dragons hatch from eggs too. yea. but its a pity that the female dun normally survive unless they are on top. &lt;a href="http://www.jensm.com/funny_gifs/01may/010515.htm"&gt;http://www.jensm.com/funny_gifs/01may/010515.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol jokes aside. it's quite logical that a lot of these ancient myths are a combination of even older myths - humanity wasn't always a world-spanning civilisation, so it's entirely possible that the similarities between the myths are simply because they all came from one root.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some ppl say they are just merely just creatures. Dragons are made by the fantasy of people, based on scary creatures from real life. Societies thought that reptiles are scary, the same counts for insects. maybe, dragons only exist in the fantasy, but in real life they don't exist, the name is used for scary creatures which we couldn't clarify in the old days. its the same for ghosts. although there have been so many reported cases for ghosts. why cant anyone really capture one? having exposed to too many films and shows we watched, the media contorts and forms the image of dragons or ghosts alr in our minds. thus, if we concentrate hard enuff, they would in fact appear within sight of us. 'seeing things'. yea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;suppose i told u i have an invisible dragon has a pet and its indeed living in my hse. would you have believed it? you would probably ask me to fuck off or ask me to go screw myself. but if i tell u to prove that it doesnt exist? wad do u have to say now? yea. many christians have in fact given me that very same argument: "If God doesn't exist, then prove it!" of cos' i cant. i cant prove tt god dun exist. nor i can prove the non-existance of ghost. same goes for UFOs or loch ness monsters. haha returning to my claim earlier, can u then prove tt the dragon doesnt exist? No. Of course you cannot. he's invisible. To prove that he does not exist is an impossibility. But, does not being able to prove that my dragon does not exist mean that you must acknowledge that he must exist? This is a great Christian fallacy - that God must exist because we cannot prove otherwise. And because it is physically impossible to prove that God does not exist, we must all believe in him. Not tt i dun believe in the existance of God. im just merely stating an example. =D i do believe in a higher being. definitely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, suppose that, instead of trying to prove that my invisible dragon does not exist, we can try to prove that he does exist? Now that, we may be able to do. If we can find some means of detecting the creature, and if we can demonstrate that the detection of the creature is feasible, then we will have a means of gathering evidence in support of the creature's existence. but how? wad do we learn in organic chem? why are transitions metals coloured? so, is the dragon invisible throughout the electromagnetic spectrum, or just in the visible region? Does the creature displace air ... does he have a measurable volume? Does the creature have a physical surface of any kind? we can try spray painting to render the dragon visible. Does the dragon leave footprints? a little dust on the floor might reveal things. Any one of these expt could offer some reasonable evidence that the dragon may exist. But suppose we perform all of the expts and still come up with no evidence that supports the existence of the invisible dragon in my hse? Does that mean he doesn't exist? No. It means only that we are not able to detect him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;srry for confusin u guys. ive been influenced by the 7-oclock channel 8 show. heh. but one thing im certain is that dragons exist the largest free roaming habitat of all, the imagination. =)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11528862-112722152884651371?l=eissuom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eissuom.blogspot.com/feeds/112722152884651371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11528862&amp;postID=112722152884651371&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11528862/posts/default/112722152884651371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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have some patience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to all u laggers and leavers&lt;br /&gt;i love to chase you round with daggers and cleavers&lt;br /&gt;chop u up and throw u in a bag with the cheaters&lt;br /&gt;and have yr clan find u&lt;br /&gt;gagging and bleeding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dun join if u are not planning on stayin&lt;br /&gt;it makes ppl wanna slam yr face in&lt;br /&gt;so hard it could turn ham to bacon&lt;br /&gt;sorry if this man is mistaken&lt;br /&gt;but i beat your ass til my hands have shaken&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to play, to play defense of the ancients,&lt;br /&gt;the world must have must have some patience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If u need more beef&lt;br /&gt;i am the warchief&lt;br /&gt;put my hoof in your tooth&lt;br /&gt;and unsheath in your teeth.&lt;br /&gt;with my double-bladed axe&lt;br /&gt;i slice yr ass till u collapse&lt;br /&gt;thanks to you I'll get myself a heart of tarrasque&lt;br /&gt;in glory we bask&lt;br /&gt;the better I am&lt;br /&gt;the longer I last&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to play, to play defense of the ancients&lt;br /&gt;the world must have must have some patience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no matter your strat&lt;br /&gt;no matter your heroes&lt;br /&gt;i leave you flat feeling like level zero&lt;br /&gt;my choice of the day is grade A meat&lt;br /&gt;havent been beat&lt;br /&gt;u're in for a treat&lt;br /&gt;one of the elite&lt;br /&gt;a repeat offended that rarely retreats&lt;br /&gt;if i ever lose&lt;br /&gt;they barely defeat&lt;br /&gt;and if i win&lt;br /&gt;dicks press control alt delete&lt;br /&gt;but i repeat im just way to concrete&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to play, to play defense of the ancients&lt;br /&gt;the world must have must have some patience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from tauren to pudge&lt;br /&gt;to tiny to axe&lt;br /&gt;if u are goona get beat so why do u ask&lt;br /&gt;jugganaut to riki, dont even try to dick me&lt;br /&gt;phantom assassin blink attackin&lt;br /&gt;leaving me laughing&lt;br /&gt;im pumping yr asses&lt;br /&gt;and still getting no action&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ziggaauraaat.. zigg zigggg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to play, to play defense of the ancients&lt;br /&gt;the world must have must have some patience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nubcrushers.com/dota.html" target="_blank"&gt;http://www.nubcrushers.com/dota.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously the most retarded song ever. lol.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11528862-112697021867799863?l=eissuom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eissuom.blogspot.com/feeds/112697021867799863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11528862&amp;postID=112697021867799863&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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lectures.&lt;br /&gt;the comin to sch late.&lt;br /&gt;avoidin pe teachers whenever my hair is long.&lt;br /&gt;lannin with my great buddies every single fri.&lt;br /&gt;gp lessons.&lt;br /&gt;queuin for canteen food.&lt;br /&gt;listenin to my mp3 during mths lec while avoidin the lecturer's glare.&lt;br /&gt;copying down notes during bio lec.&lt;br /&gt;slping in the lib.&lt;br /&gt;nic's maid fried rice.&lt;br /&gt;eatin in lt 5.&lt;br /&gt;tryin to keep myself awake during chem tut.&lt;br /&gt;makin the decision whether or nt to go for econs tut.&lt;br /&gt;peeing in the 1st floor guys toilet.&lt;br /&gt;playin floorball.&lt;br /&gt;going hm with bah &amp; poh.&lt;br /&gt;36 and 48.&lt;br /&gt;asteriods, egames and zion.&lt;br /&gt;blasting music in the comp labs.&lt;br /&gt;messin ard with chemicals in labs.&lt;br /&gt;Mrs lim incessant nagging.&lt;br /&gt;tinkin of hw to ans when questioned during tuts.&lt;br /&gt;bridge in classrooms.&lt;br /&gt;listenin to conversations when shittin in the toilet.&lt;br /&gt;the mirror in the toilet beside V30&lt;br /&gt;gg to 7-11 to get today.&lt;br /&gt;wearing the Vj uniform.&lt;br /&gt;scissors paper stone, open number &amp;amp; 'ohyapayyasom'.&lt;br /&gt;the free clothes i get from frends.&lt;br /&gt;losing water bottles all ard sch.&lt;br /&gt;sneakin out of the general office whenever im late.&lt;br /&gt;paying only 45cents for buses.&lt;br /&gt;the few times when we dota in V27&lt;br /&gt;hw time passes so fast when im in sch.&lt;br /&gt;walkin to nic hse.&lt;br /&gt;stayin overnight at jeremyC hse.&lt;br /&gt;runnin along east coast beach.&lt;br /&gt;watchin lame live-ads during assembly.&lt;br /&gt;bitchy bimbotic classmates.&lt;br /&gt;the assholes in s22.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sad boy no brain?&lt;br /&gt;i'll prove u ppl wrong.&lt;br /&gt;biatch.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11528862.post-112522043892326872</id><published>2005-08-28T17:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-31T20:16:29.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'>reliving dota.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;h3&gt;reliving dota.&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;p&gt;how does one relives himself of the satisfaction of owning people and getting streaks of kills without playing the game itself?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v299/bobbycnc/dotaallstarsjukebox.swf"&gt;http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v299/bobbycnc/dotaallstarsjukebox.swf&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's the updated one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.csupomona.edu/~leeli/DOTA/dotaallstarssnds.swf"&gt;http://www.csupomona.edu/~leeli/DOTA/dotaallstarssnds.swf&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div 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dota.'/><author><name>bra.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14930133470201306890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11528862.post-112420518811350584</id><published>2005-08-16T23:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-16T23:13:08.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'>of estimation &amp; plants.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;h3&gt;of estimation &amp; plants.&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;p&gt;for the first time in 8 months. i finally got down to serious work. although i did spend an hour playin' in the afternoon. got hme early but the sickeningly hot weather tempted my brain to stop working and it did. i took a 4 hr nap. when i woke up. it was raining heavily. its been like tt the past few days. And its so f***ing humid nw at night. even with the fan at full blast. im still nt feelin' confortable. taking up the pen to try and do my maths with warcraft on my mind really tested my Ds. discipline. determination. ya. with another month to go, who cant be worried. 2 yrs of college education would be ending in a wk. hai. didnt really do much in ths 2 yrs. my cca was a failure. kudos for the wonderful friends ive made. its the only thing tt is worthwhile to treasure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okie. enough rambling. time to get back to estimation and yea. control in plts. gonna be a long night for me. nitee.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11528862-112420518811350584?l=eissuom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eissuom.blogspot.com/feeds/112420518811350584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11528862&amp;postID=112420518811350584&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11528862/posts/default/112420518811350584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11528862/posts/default/112420518811350584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eissuom.blogspot.com/2005/08/of-estimation-plants.html' title='of estimation &amp; plants.'/><author><name>bra.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14930133470201306890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11528862.post-112366228255089481</id><published>2005-08-10T16:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-11T14:40:02.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'>defense of the Ancients.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;h3&gt;defense of the Ancients.&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;p&gt;hm. the annual wcg is comin' to town. let me tell u wad dota is about. for those cyber idiots out there. heh.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Its a custom-made multiplayer map for warcraft 3. its gameplay however differs significantly from the main game.&lt;br /&gt;In Dota, 2 opposing bases are set at opp. corners of the game map. Each has a building known as the Ancient in its centre. The objective of the game is to destroy the other team's Ancient while defending yr own. A team consists of 5 players, who each control one hero with special abilities.&lt;br /&gt;Each hero has different attibutes, such as hitpoints, intelligence and strength. They also tend to fufil different functions. Some heroes are best used in frontal melee assaults(tankers), others are suited for support functions such as healing teammates.&lt;br /&gt;In the meantime, at regular intervals, the bases will produce computer-controlled troops(creeps) that will attempt to atk the opposing base and any enemy players/troops they meet along the way.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;haha. sounds interesting eh. It is! some jargons in dota:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;noobs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- referring to players that are new to the game and often get owned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ownage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- when a particular team are leading in kills, they are said to be owning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;gl hf&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- "Good luck, Have fun". It is considered good mannered to wish whoever it is you are playing with good luck, and hope that they enjoy the game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;gg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- "good game". Ppl normally type this when the game is about the end. For eg, when yr frozen throne(ancient) is being killed by enemy heroes while all yr teamates are dead(waiting for revival time), its a gg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;stfu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- i assume everyone knows this. It often appears when someone gets killed and is called a noob. then u see 'stfu' appearing everywhere.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ard a month more to prelims and im still talking abt warcraft here. gosh. anw i inserted back the tag column &amp;amp; sort of edited the template of my blog. its a boring long 6 days holiday.(i pon sch on friday) And its coming to an end. yay. back to sch tmr. see u guys.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11528862-112366228255089481?l=eissuom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eissuom.blogspot.com/feeds/112366228255089481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11528862&amp;postID=112366228255089481&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;And it starts just where the light exists&lt;br /&gt;It's a feeling that you cannot miss&lt;br /&gt;And it burns a hole&lt;br /&gt;Through everyone that feels it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well your never gonna find it&lt;br /&gt;If your looking for it&lt;br /&gt;Won't come your way&lt;br /&gt;Well you'll never find it&lt;br /&gt;If your looking for it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should've done something but I've done it enough&lt;br /&gt;By the way your hands were shaking&lt;br /&gt;Rather waste some time with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you never would have though in the end&lt;br /&gt;How amazing it feels just to live again&lt;br /&gt;It's a feeling that you cannot miss&lt;br /&gt;It burns a hole through everyone that feels it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should've said something but I've said it enough&lt;br /&gt;By the way my words were faded&lt;br /&gt;Rather waste some time with you&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11528862-112360359921525243?l=eissuom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eissuom.blogspot.com/feeds/112360359921525243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11528862&amp;postID=112360359921525243&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11528862/posts/default/112360359921525243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11528862/posts/default/112360359921525243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eissuom.blogspot.com/2005/08/blue-and-yellow.html' title='blue and yellow'/><author><name>bra.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14930133470201306890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11528862.post-112340137542841266</id><published>2005-08-07T15:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-07T15:57:20.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'>feeling lost.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;h3&gt;feeling lost.&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;p&gt;words cant express how i feel right now.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;short entries do makes one reflect.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11528862-112340137542841266?l=eissuom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eissuom.blogspot.com/feeds/112340137542841266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11528862&amp;postID=112340137542841266&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11528862/posts/default/112340137542841266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11528862/posts/default/112340137542841266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eissuom.blogspot.com/2005/08/feeling-lost.html' title='feeling lost.'/><author><name>bra.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14930133470201306890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11528862.post-112322319913064396</id><published>2005-08-05T14:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-05T14:26:39.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'>im still alive.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;h3&gt;im still alive.&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;p&gt;still breathing.&lt;br /&gt;just barely...&lt;br /&gt;perhaps.&lt;br /&gt;its time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11528862-112322319913064396?l=eissuom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eissuom.blogspot.com/feeds/112322319913064396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11528862&amp;postID=112322319913064396&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11528862/posts/default/112322319913064396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11528862/posts/default/112322319913064396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eissuom.blogspot.com/2005/08/im-still-alive.html' title='im still alive.'/><author><name>bra.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14930133470201306890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11528862.post-112282588596628140</id><published>2005-08-01T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-01T00:04:45.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'>7 wks.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;h3&gt;7 wks.&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;p&gt;ya alvin. just read yr blog. hmm i guess im nt even serious abt prelims nt to mention As yet. its my friking attitude. well at least ure inspired now. gj dude. im not. im still hangin ard with the 'heckcare' last min attitude. i know that's bad. grr. i love being in the world of warcraft. im too tired to tell u mann. zzz. i shld start by focusing on my studies. we shall see tmr. i dun know why. but i want to be the alphabet boy.&lt;br /&gt;abcdefghijklmnopqrstuvwxyz.&lt;br /&gt;????&lt;br /&gt;im possessed.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11528862-112282588596628140?l=eissuom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eissuom.blogspot.com/feeds/112282588596628140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11528862&amp;postID=112282588596628140&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11528862/posts/default/112282588596628140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11528862/posts/default/112282588596628140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eissuom.blogspot.com/2005/08/7-wks.html' title='7 wks.'/><author><name>bra.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14930133470201306890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11528862.post-112273547602812043</id><published>2005-07-30T22:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-30T22:57:56.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'>say anything</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;h3&gt;say anything&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;p&gt;Here I am on&lt;br /&gt;The phone again, and&lt;br /&gt;Awkward silence is&lt;br /&gt;On the other end&lt;br /&gt;I used to know the sound&lt;br /&gt;Of a smile in your voice&lt;br /&gt;But right now (right now)&lt;br /&gt;All I feel (All I feel)&lt;br /&gt;Is the pain of the fighting&lt;br /&gt;Starting up again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the things we talk about&lt;br /&gt;You know they stay on my mind&lt;br /&gt;On my mind&lt;br /&gt;All the things we laugh about&lt;br /&gt;They'll bring us through it every time&lt;br /&gt;After time after time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't say a word&lt;br /&gt;I know you feel the same&lt;br /&gt;Just give me a sign&lt;br /&gt;Say anything, say anything&lt;br /&gt;Please don't walk away&lt;br /&gt;I know you wanna stay&lt;br /&gt;Just give me a sign&lt;br /&gt;Say anything, say anything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some say that&lt;br /&gt;Time changes&lt;br /&gt;Best friends can&lt;br /&gt;Become strangers&lt;br /&gt;But I don't want that&lt;br /&gt;No, not for you&lt;br /&gt;If you just stay with me, we can make it through&lt;br /&gt;So Here we are again&lt;br /&gt;The same old argument&lt;br /&gt;And now I'm wonderin'&lt;br /&gt;If things'll ever change, yeah&lt;br /&gt;When will you laugh again?&lt;br /&gt;Laugh like you did back when&lt;br /&gt;We'd make noise til 3 AM and the neighbors would complain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the things we talk about&lt;br /&gt;You know they stay on my mind&lt;br /&gt;On my mind&lt;br /&gt;All the things we laugh about&lt;br /&gt;They'll bring us through it every time&lt;br /&gt;After time after time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't say a word&lt;br /&gt;I know you feel the same&lt;br /&gt;Just give me a sign&lt;br /&gt;Say anything, say anything&lt;br /&gt;Please don't walk away&lt;br /&gt;I know you wanna stay&lt;br /&gt;Just give me a sign&lt;br /&gt;Say anything, say anything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm fallin'&lt;br /&gt;I'm fallin'&lt;br /&gt;I'm fallin' down&lt;br /&gt;I'm fallin'&lt;br /&gt;I'm fallin'&lt;br /&gt;I'm fallin' down&lt;br /&gt;Down&lt;br /&gt;Down&lt;br /&gt;Down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somehow dis song represents everythg tt's on my mind.&lt;br /&gt;haha good old charlotte.&lt;br /&gt;nitee.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11528862-112273547602812043?l=eissuom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eissuom.blogspot.com/feeds/112273547602812043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11528862&amp;postID=112273547602812043&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11528862/posts/default/112273547602812043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11528862/posts/default/112273547602812043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eissuom.blogspot.com/2005/07/say-anything.html' title='say anything'/><author><name>bra.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14930133470201306890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11528862.post-112246688162346625</id><published>2005-07-27T20:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-27T20:21:57.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'>shutting down...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;h3&gt;shutting down... &lt;/h3&gt;&lt;p&gt;*dead.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11528862-112246688162346625?l=eissuom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eissuom.blogspot.com/feeds/112246688162346625/comments/default' title='Post 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11528862.post-112213827777749290</id><published>2005-07-24T00:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-24T23:45:05.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a friend, maybe?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;h3&gt;a friend, maybe?&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;p&gt;haha. ive been thinking about it. i realise it's just a temporarily crush... hoped it'd be over soon. but i know things just arent the same now. and how i wish i could turned back time. and revert everythg. but i guess its too late for me to say so now. And dun worry about sending wrong signals to me. i get the picture now. just want to tell u that u are one extraordinary girl indeed. hehh. dis i would nvr ever forget. i was attracted to u nt entirely by yr looks but by yr character tt stands out from the rest of the girls. but who cares now.&lt;br /&gt;anw. lets shrug off the awkwardness and concentrate on our As first.&lt;br /&gt;nitee.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11528862-112213827777749290?l=eissuom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eissuom.blogspot.com/feeds/112213827777749290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11528862&amp;postID=112213827777749290&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11528862-112213000635929087?l=eissuom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eissuom.blogspot.com/feeds/112213000635929087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11528862&amp;postID=112213000635929087&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11528862/posts/default/112213000635929087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11528862/posts/default/112213000635929087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eissuom.blogspot.com/2005/07/blog-post.html' title=': )'/><author><name>bra.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14930133470201306890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11528862.post-112211390886153651</id><published>2005-07-23T18:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-23T18:18:28.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i give up.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;h3&gt;i give up.&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;/span&gt;yupp, you heard me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11528862-112211390886153651?l=eissuom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eissuom.blogspot.com/feeds/112211390886153651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11528862&amp;postID=112211390886153651&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 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reality.&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;p&gt;ahh. im at a loss. i want to be asleep for the rest of my life. or be reincarnated as a malnutrition child in ethopia. i want to experience hunger. pain. desperation. and the thought of facing death every minute. those poor kids. i sob and pity for u. may god, allah or buddha be there for u.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let me fall asleep and i hope never to wake up again.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11528862-112205134415233344?l=eissuom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eissuom.blogspot.com/feeds/112205134415233344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11528862&amp;postID=112205134415233344&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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time for me to fufill wad ive been set off to do the day i stepped into vjc. gettin' the 4As'. although till today, i am nt even close to tt ridiculous goal of mine, i'd try to redeem myself in the 6 remaining wks to my prelims. in this teeny course of 1 1/2 yrs, i had really made many friends than before. much closer ones. and of course much more from the opposite sex. ive tried out stuff tt i nvr tried out b4. ive gone thru' many invaluable experiences and forged many friendships. all these turned me a more mature person as compared to the chipmunk, timid-like image i portrayed when i stepped into this fine college. college life has indeed prepared me for the next phase of my life. allowin' me to enter the outside world as a determined person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was studyin' in sch when i heard stuff tt brought my mood down. i didnt expect the hidden meanin' which lies in tt innocent msg. so i decided to admit wad was actually happenin' when i was in the bus. took me 10 mins before i pressed that 'send' button. yupps. but i soon realised tt i did the right thing. ya those stupid flying rumours really affected our r/s and i hoped those actually strengtened it instead of crumpling it. ya. i sense an optimism in the voice u carried. i didnt regret wad i did. like u put it tt noisy and nonsensical boy would be back. but i doubt so. i certainly dun hope tt u were hyprocritical in sayin' all tt. i trust ya. yupps. u restored my confidence. im certainly lking forward to sdd nite now. i know it sounds cliche but lets put the past behind us. lets be friends again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OEFA.E&lt;br /&gt;results. i was the bottom in the class for 3 of those. but the twinkling 'A' gave me hope. its time to concentrate on my 4As and nthg else. i guess today mark the first time tt i didnt join my brothers' for lanning. sorry. im set out for a more impt task. see u guys soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' 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ahead'/><author><name>bra.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14930133470201306890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11528862.post-112169498575782020</id><published>2005-07-18T21:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-18T21:56:25.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a glitter in yr eye i caught</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;h3&gt;a glitter in yr eye i caught. &lt;h3&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;ive been unlucky once and i dun wish for it to happen again. i dun expect much seriously. i hope i can be lucky. lucky for once. confused u might have been, im also in the same state. things are a bit clearer now. i hope it can improved for the better. hai. its coming to an end. fingers crossed. i dreamt of travelling across the desert in search of a better place. i believe tt beyond the horizon lies smthg greater than determination itself but i found myself turning back. hesitation isnt the way to go. shlg i ponder and think or just go ahead. let the past be forgiven the wise once said. but regret is the one thing i cant shake off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;doomsday is in 6 wks. but tt wads i chose to be believe. redemption is wad i aspire. but i somehow dun feel the need for it. i aint satisfied with my failures. but i dun look back. i look forward. time to get rid of tt 1.3 gigbibyte icon lying on my desktop. i shall hope tt my mind rids itself of tt constant addiction of ownage. the power of trying to conquer my thoughts of gaming with fatigue often result in the weakening of my soul. there's always a light at the end of a tunnel. i tell myself. there's hope for me. for everyone. confidence is half the battle won. but there's still hard work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dun feel the pressure advancin' on me.&lt;br /&gt;why is that so?&lt;br /&gt;Am i nt being serious?&lt;br /&gt;i'm in a state of despair&lt;br /&gt;i cant jolt myself back to reality.&lt;br /&gt;im still in dreamland.&lt;br /&gt;i need to wake up.&lt;br /&gt;fast.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11528862-112169498575782020?l=eissuom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eissuom.blogspot.com/feeds/112169498575782020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11528862&amp;postID=112169498575782020&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11528862/posts/default/112169498575782020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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the catch line for the advertisers of singnet. when u lag, (meaning freezing screen)vulgarities often spewed out in the hope tt u wld nt die or tt the opponent cant escape. im beginnin' to think tt cybergamin' is uncouth with all the vulgarities and stuff. hmm. but its really the only form of entertainment for our stressed minds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boring day. started with breakfast at mac with jul, yj and bock. yea we skipped assembly and 2 periods of tut. then maths all the way... had class lunch at pizza hut. been quite some time since we had a class lunch. or actually it just consist of half the class la. the rest all nvr really mix with us. hai. wad's with humans and cliques. they are just everywhere. of cos' after tt the brothers' of heaven went lannin' at katong shoppin' centre again. no more dota. battlefield 2 is the in thing. main aim is to capture as many command posts and eliminate yr foes. we had a little game of dota. yj ken bock bra VS nic shawn wahman julian. cos' the noobs lost. haha. we won la. damn shiok and satisfying to see the victory slogan tt appear after u destroy the opposin' forces' throne. it was a gg mann.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hai i dun know wad to do now. i havent had dinner yet. the pizza is still lurking ard with the hcl in my stomach.. and yea everyone's out. i guess im home too early. hehh. weekends are here again and slowly the counting down for the promos has begun. 8 more weeks. zzz. looks like its time to buck up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im freaking bored. talk to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11528862-112143067008284448?l=eissuom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eissuom.blogspot.com/feeds/112143067008284448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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sesquipedalian.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;h3&gt;about the sesquipedalian.&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;p&gt;haha. the nkf saga has finally come to an end with durai and his gang steppin' down plus Mrs goh nt being a patron anymore. this happens after 3 days of bad publishing for nkf's ceo by the media and the online petition tt was setup to support the resignation of durai. it reached ard 34000 signatures just now when i visited it.haha. dis includes me. but still the public wouldnt dare to contribute to nkf now and this episode totally shatter their confidence towards local charities. now they know tt they shld practise greater transparency and accountability by reportin' how much of the public's donation is going to the needy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh mann dun get bored by my first para. haha. i like to start thgs with a perspective in mind. my dad always tell me to be generous but dun give to those flag day tins or calling in thru phone or sms to donate. numerous intermediates are involved before the final amount is reached to those at the receiving end. by tt time it might alr been reduced by as much as 60%. tt's why donate either in the form of vehicles or go straight to the party involved. hehh. i wonder whether Mrs goh is involved in this whole sage or nt. i SUSPECT she is the one that tell durai to back off from the suing case in case much more unintended information is leaked. she also proves my point by resignin' albeit givin' reasons like the govt wanted nkf to change its whole board of directors and stuff. but i definitely think there is more to it than it seems. hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sch's getting pretty interestin now tt every teacher is picking on me esp after my bio marks. hai. but chew and koh are nice ppl. and my stupid classmates are great at spreadin' rumours. lol. they are my good friends la, i remove the stupid. shit i hate debates.i cant think of wad to say on the spot. tt's why i suck at arguing with ppl. like tt also good. make lesser enemies. i cant comprehend why im nt in the least worried abt the upcoming prelims as in im nt even to the pt of being stressed. i hope smthg happens real quick tt will really jolt me from dreamland.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time for me to enter my fantasy world. of warcraft. nite frends. today has been a day of surprises and sadness. nitee.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11528862-112134881902468557?l=eissuom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eissuom.blogspot.com/feeds/112134881902468557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11528862&amp;postID=112134881902468557&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11528862.post-112075155043045158</id><published>2005-07-07T22:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-07T23:52:30.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'>those who makes mischief in the earth, theirs is the curse.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;h3&gt;those who makes mischief in the earth, theirs is the curse.&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;p&gt;was it just a mere concidence? less than 24 hrs ever since london won the rights to host the 2012 olympics, it has been hit by 4 separate blasts tt killed at least 33 ppl. but the g8 summit which was led by blair was held in scotland. some 720km away from the heart of the blasts. as much as i detest this act of terrorism, it would serve as an awakening call to the european countries tt the barbaric terrorists are still out there. the war on terrorism is still on and those crazy alqaeda f***ers would nt hesitate to harm innocent civilians albeit knowin' well tt they're going against their religion by doing so. i seriously dun know wad benefits cld be reaped from such atks. those brainless gits. they call the mujahedeen, a blessed military operation and that they burned fear and terror in britain. instead i guess every1 is now even more united. extremists need to know tt their determination to cause death and destruction to innocent ppl in a desire to impose extremism to the world is weaker than the americans' determination to defend their values and way of life. in the end, be it the 911 atks or the many bombings round the world, they'd nvr succeed in destroyin' wht Americans hold dear in their country and in other civilised nations throughout the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i still dun understand y saddam is nt yet prosecuted for his actions. yet he is enjoyin' himself in prison. eating good food and indulge in the many luxuries tt many prisoners dun get. he is considered both a murderer and a rapist. yet bush still dun want to kill him. then wad's the point of capturing him. the Iraqis want to see some justice be done. he had made them suffer enough and ought to be killed.no i tink he deserved much more. he shld be crucified and fed to the wolves. while in remand, mouldy bread tog with pee shld be served to him. tt cb still believes tt he is a dictator and wld be granted freedom. luckily for him, i am not the warden. if nt he would be so f***ing dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hai admist the confusion in the real world, there's still school tmr. cant believe im actually lking forward to it. ;D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11528862-112075155043045158?l=eissuom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11528862.post-112065634551011688</id><published>2005-07-06T20:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-06T21:25:45.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ioc.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;h3&gt;ioc.&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;p&gt;im still in a freakin holiday mood. i still havent awoke. i had ppl naggin' at me, knocking sense into me. but i guess it all depends on me now. went home extremely early today. ard 1pm. i was tuning in to channelnewsasia the whole afternoon watching the various cities presenting their bids so as to win the rights host olympics 2012. brought back memories of pw. i rmb standing like a fool reading from a script while trying to entertain the audience. i did managed to win over some short-lived amusements like sebastian cole who was leading the london bid. yupp. london won the bid. i thought their presentation was more than perfect. they were emphasing on the welfare of the athletes and abt leaving a legacy back there after the games. i was disappointed as i was rootin' for madrid. its such a beautiful country. bringin' the games to london is a bore. at least it shld have given paris a chance. she on the other hand was unsuccessful in biddin 3 times in a row. 4 votes. they lost by 4 votes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is 7 weeks enough?&lt;br /&gt;hai. there's still much yr 2 stuff to catch up. hmm. my seniors were right. 2 yrs in college did seem like a short time. but at least i made many wonderful friends. hai, looking back i would indeed only afford a weak smile. i had so many chances but i spoil them all. but life has to go on be it with regrets or nt. ive always wanted to study medicine. but 4 As or good social and lifeskills isnt gonna get me far. every single scholarship requires an outstanding cca record. and wad do i have to offer to stand out from the rest of the applicants? so i guess i'd either further my econs and get into entrepreneurship or i dun mind working in a bank, handling money. at least it's be a stable office job before i get into smthg more serious. the gaming industry is also temptin. but the prospects arent tt good yet. it may improve in the future. heh. i also want to try working as a zookeeper, fireman and a reporter. so i guess i'd change jobs every 5 years or so. after i had earn enough money, i'd migrate tog with my whole family to the the swiss maybe and enjoy life. yupp. enjoy life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i still havent figure out my love life &amp;amp; i tink i never will. im always so talkative in front of my friends but i cant really look into the eyes or even engage a sensible long enough conversation with the girl of my dreams. bleah. oh ya. i got my first A in the 2 yrs i spent in vj. haha. it was no easy feat for me but i did it at the expense of 3 Fs. lol. it just feels good. okie i shall gloat over this and treat myself to a little warcraft. nitee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feel good inc. gorillaz.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11528862-112065634551011688?l=eissuom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eissuom.blogspot.com/feeds/112065634551011688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11528862&amp;postID=112065634551011688&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11528862/posts/default/112065634551011688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11528862/posts/default/112065634551011688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eissuom.blogspot.com/2005/07/ioc_06.html' title='ioc.'/><author><name>bra.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14930133470201306890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11528862.post-111850023280368585</id><published>2005-06-11T22:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-11T22:30:32.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'>epiphany</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;h3&gt;epiphany &lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your words to me just a whisper&lt;br /&gt;Your face is so unclear&lt;br /&gt;I try to pay attention&lt;br /&gt;Your words just disappear&lt;br /&gt;'Cause its always raining in my head&lt;br /&gt;Forget all the things I should have said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I speak to you in riddles&lt;br /&gt;because My words get in my way.&lt;br /&gt;I smoke the whole thing to my head&lt;br /&gt;and feel it wash away&lt;br /&gt;'cause i can't take anymore of this,&lt;br /&gt;I want to come apart.&lt;br /&gt;or dig myself a little hole inside your precious heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause its always raining in my head&lt;br /&gt;Forget all the things I should have said&lt;br /&gt;I am nothing more than a little boy inside&lt;br /&gt;That cries out for attention yet&lt;br /&gt;I always try to hide&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I talk to you like children,&lt;br /&gt;Though I don't know how I feel&lt;br /&gt;But I know I'll do the right thing&lt;br /&gt;If the right thing is revealed&lt;br /&gt;'Cause its always raining in my head&lt;br /&gt;Forget all the things I should have said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yupp freaakin' nice song by staind.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11528862-111850023280368585?l=eissuom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11528862.post-111681998504436653</id><published>2005-05-23T11:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-23T11:46:25.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'>life's a chore, sch's a bore.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;h3&gt;life's a chore, sch's a bore.&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;p&gt;tt's why in GP i dont score. yupp indeed it rhymes.&lt;br /&gt;im still tryin my best to curb the addiction for comp games. haha.&lt;br /&gt;a month more to my mid-yrs.&lt;br /&gt;time to show what i am really made of.&lt;br /&gt;ciao after the hols, frends.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11528862-111681998504436653?l=eissuom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11528862.post-111590385508505782</id><published>2005-05-12T21:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-12T21:17:35.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SGH-E720C</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;h3&gt;SGH-E720C&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;p&gt;damn i fell in love with this samsung phone after viewing it in the papers. woohoo. its such a cool phone with an mp3 player. but its retail price is like 675 bucks. bah. maybe i should stick with my 8250...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11528862-111590385508505782?l=eissuom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eissuom.blogspot.com/feeds/111590385508505782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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why guys are happier?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;h3&gt;wonder why guys are happier?&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;p&gt;- Their last names stay put.&lt;br /&gt;- To them, chocolate is just another snack.&lt;br /&gt;- The world is their urinal.&lt;br /&gt;- They do the same work for more pay.&lt;br /&gt;- Phone conversations are over in 30 seconds flat.&lt;br /&gt;- A five-day vacation requires only one suitcase.&lt;br /&gt;- If someone forgets to invite them, he or she can still be their friend.&lt;br /&gt;- Their underwear is $5.95 for a three-pack.&lt;br /&gt;- Three pairs of shoes are more than enough.&lt;br /&gt;- They only have to shave their face and neck.&lt;br /&gt;- They can play with toys all their life.&lt;br /&gt;- They can wear shorts no matter how their legs look.&lt;br /&gt;- They can do Christmas shopping for 25 relatives on 24 Dec in 25 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;- They have one mood - all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaa. took this from new paper. was rather hilarious mann. heh. here's a spoiler. rob and amber did nt win the amazing race later tonite. the black couple did. haha. anw they are winners in their life alr. should give others a chance to win the million bucks.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;heh. thanks la jiayun. for being my 'bio' teacher. i had faith in u wht so i approach u for help. to think u dont frend me. 10 ribenas! wht a greedy pig. oh yaa. somehow all the questions we discussed came out for the test sia. nt bad. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;napfa. everything went smoothly until it came to the pullups. oh mann. i need to do 1 more to pass. 2 more to silver. 3 more to obtaining gold. the thought of going throught the whole 6 stations nxt wk sucks. ahhh. my source of motivation wasnt there i suppose...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11528862-111581464531663641?l=eissuom.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11528862.post-111560884478635511</id><published>2005-05-09T11:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-09T11:20:44.790+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dota no more.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;h3&gt;Dota no more.&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;p&gt;blah. im sick on a monday morning. this wk sucks. tue got napfa. wed got bio test. thurs got chem review. and fri got econs drq. its the weekend tt im looking forward to as usual. ooh. my battlenet cant work. each time i try to log in, i would get a fatal error. looks like the only way is to reinstall warcraft but i cant cos' my mum lost my cd. i guess i would have to endure the thoguht of nt being able to play for a long time to come. anw its gd. my midyrs are coming and maybe i shall now find the time i need to revise my work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bah. weather sucks. my fan is turned on 24/7. pls rain. gosh its getting too hot. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11528862-111560884478635511?l=eissuom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eissuom.blogspot.com/feeds/111560884478635511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11528862&amp;postID=111560884478635511&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11528862/posts/default/111560884478635511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11528862/posts/default/111560884478635511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eissuom.blogspot.com/2005/05/dota-no-more.html' title='Dota no more.'/><author><name>bra.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14930133470201306890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11528862.post-111544087265222321</id><published>2005-05-07T12:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-07T12:41:12.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Petrophobic?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;h3&gt;Petrophobic?&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. ive taken this from mr brown's blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Words that should have existed -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. EIFFELITES (eye' ful eyetz) n. Gangly people sitting in front of you at the cinema who, no matter what direction you lean in, follow suit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. ELBONICS (el bon' iks) n. The actions of two people manoeuvering for one armrest in a cinema.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. ELECELLERATION (el a cel er ay' shun) n. The mistaken notion that the more you press the lift button, the faster it will arrive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. PETROPHOBIC (pet ro fob' ik) adj. One who is embarrassed to undress in front of a household pet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. PHONESIA (fo nee' zhuh) n. The affliction of dialling a phone number and forgetting whom you were calling just as they answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. PUPKUS (pup' kus) n. The moist residue left on a window after a dog presses its nose to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. TELECRASTINATION (tel e kras tin ay' shun) n. The act of always letting the phone ring at least twice before you pick it up, even when you're only six inches away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wasnt that creative? hmm. another sat afternoon to slack. but it seems that work is piling up and tests are coming up. time to focus. but i tink i shall go out. haha. its the weekend! so if ure in town, dont be surprised to see me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11528862-111544087265222321?l=eissuom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eissuom.blogspot.com/feeds/111544087265222321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11528862&amp;postID=111544087265222321&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11528862/posts/default/111544087265222321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11528862/posts/default/111544087265222321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eissuom.blogspot.com/2005/05/petrophobic.html' title='Petrophobic?'/><author><name>bra.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14930133470201306890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
