<?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-3952583482281027826</id><updated>2011-08-19T01:00:07.869+08:00</updated><title type='text'>As I Lay Dying</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://handguns-and-secondchances.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3952583482281027826/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://handguns-and-secondchances.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Oliver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15442387596907158039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>91</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3952583482281027826.post-3007816476496257745</id><published>2010-11-20T00:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-20T00:07:14.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i dunno what to say</title><content type='html'>she doesn't do all the things she used to do anymore.it feels like we're just drifting apart.i wish it was like how it used to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-like a drug i just can't get enough of&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3952583482281027826-3007816476496257745?l=handguns-and-secondchances.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://handguns-and-secondchances.blogspot.com/feeds/3007816476496257745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3952583482281027826&amp;postID=3007816476496257745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3952583482281027826/posts/default/3007816476496257745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3952583482281027826/posts/default/3007816476496257745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://handguns-and-secondchances.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-dunno-what-to-say.html' title='i dunno what to say'/><author><name>Oliver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15442387596907158039</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-3952583482281027826.post-6340150199378874756</id><published>2010-11-02T16:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-02T16:41:56.079+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lost and empty</title><content type='html'>something is wrong with me but i don't know what it is.i feel so lost and empty.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3952583482281027826-6340150199378874756?l=handguns-and-secondchances.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-3952583482281027826.post-1053927005704500801</id><published>2009-11-08T13:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T13:35:07.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you and me</title><content type='html'>what day is it&lt;br /&gt;and in what month&lt;br /&gt;this clock never seemed so alive&lt;br /&gt;I can't keep up&lt;br /&gt;and I can't back down&lt;br /&gt;I've been losing so much time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cause it's you and me and all of the people&lt;br /&gt;with nothing to do&lt;br /&gt;nothing to lose&lt;br /&gt;and it's you and me and all of the people&lt;br /&gt;and I don't know why&lt;br /&gt;I can't keep my eyes off of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all of the things that I want to say&lt;br /&gt;just aren't coming out right&lt;br /&gt;I'm tripping inwards&lt;br /&gt;you got my head spinning&lt;br /&gt;I don't know where to go from here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cause it's you and me and all of the people&lt;br /&gt;with nothing to do&lt;br /&gt;nothing to prove&lt;br /&gt;and it's you and me and all of the people&lt;br /&gt;and I don't know why&lt;br /&gt;I can't keep my eyes off of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's something about you now&lt;br /&gt;I can't quite figure out&lt;br /&gt;everything she does is beautiful&lt;br /&gt;everything she does is right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you and me and all of the people&lt;br /&gt;with nothing to do&lt;br /&gt;nothing to lose&lt;br /&gt;and it's you and me and all of the people&lt;br /&gt;and I don't know why&lt;br /&gt;I can't keep my eyes off of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you and me and all of the people&lt;br /&gt;with nothing to do&lt;br /&gt;nothing to prove&lt;br /&gt;and it's you and me and all of the people&lt;br /&gt;and I don't know why&lt;br /&gt;I can't keep my eyes off of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what day is it&lt;br /&gt;and in what month&lt;br /&gt;this clock never seemed so alive&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3952583482281027826-1053927005704500801?l=handguns-and-secondchances.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://handguns-and-secondchances.blogspot.com/feeds/1053927005704500801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3952583482281027826&amp;postID=1053927005704500801' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3952583482281027826/posts/default/1053927005704500801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3952583482281027826/posts/default/1053927005704500801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://handguns-and-secondchances.blogspot.com/2009/11/you-and-me.html' title='you and me'/><author><name>Oliver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15442387596907158039</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-3952583482281027826.post-6126624267227706065</id><published>2009-09-29T06:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T06:56:21.168+08:00</updated><title type='text'>crush</title><content type='html'>I hung up the phone tonight&lt;br /&gt;Something happened for the first time&lt;br /&gt;Deep inside&lt;br /&gt;It was a rush&lt;br /&gt;What a rush&lt;br /&gt;'Cause the possibility&lt;br /&gt;That you would ever feel the same way&lt;br /&gt;About me&lt;br /&gt;It's just too much&lt;br /&gt;Just too much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do I keep running from the truth&lt;br /&gt;All I ever think about is you&lt;br /&gt;You got me hypnotized&lt;br /&gt;So mesmerized&lt;br /&gt;And I've just got to know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you ever think&lt;br /&gt;When you're all alone&lt;br /&gt;All that we could be?&lt;br /&gt;Where this thing could go?&lt;br /&gt;Am I crazy or falling in love?&lt;br /&gt;Is it really just another crush?&lt;br /&gt;Do you catch a breath&lt;br /&gt;When I look at you?&lt;br /&gt;Are you holding back&lt;br /&gt;Like the way I do?&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I'm trying, trying to walk away&lt;br /&gt;But I know this crush ain't going&lt;br /&gt;Away&lt;br /&gt;Going away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has it ever crossed your mind&lt;br /&gt;When we're hanging,&lt;br /&gt;Spending time, girl, are we just friends&lt;br /&gt;Is there more&lt;br /&gt;Is there more&lt;br /&gt;See it's a chance we've gotta take&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I believe that we can make this&lt;br /&gt;Into something that'll last&lt;br /&gt;Last forever&lt;br /&gt;Forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do I keep running from the truth&lt;br /&gt;(Why do I keep running)&lt;br /&gt;All I ever think about is you&lt;br /&gt;(All I ever think about)&lt;br /&gt;You got me hypnotized&lt;br /&gt;(Hypnotized)&lt;br /&gt;So mesmerized&lt;br /&gt;(mesmerized)&lt;br /&gt;And I've just got to know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going away&lt;br /&gt;Going away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;false.hopes.&lt;br /&gt;how things can change in just a few days.&lt;br /&gt;why do i think i feel disappointed?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3952583482281027826-6126624267227706065?l=handguns-and-secondchances.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://handguns-and-secondchances.blogspot.com/feeds/6126624267227706065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3952583482281027826&amp;postID=6126624267227706065' title='0 Comments'/><link 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do was wish u.i planned and put so much effort but that was all i got.disappointed..don't think u would understand how i'm feeling right now.i just wish u would be more appreciative.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3952583482281027826-6740489617012586231?l=handguns-and-secondchances.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://handguns-and-secondchances.blogspot.com/feeds/6740489617012586231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3952583482281027826&amp;postID=6740489617012586231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3952583482281027826/posts/default/6740489617012586231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3952583482281027826/posts/default/6740489617012586231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://handguns-and-secondchances.blogspot.com/2009/09/what-disappointment.html' title='what a disappointment'/><author><name>Oliver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15442387596907158039</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-3952583482281027826.post-6821297649608470100</id><published>2009-09-09T23:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T23:18:00.462+08:00</updated><title type='text'>3 months has passed</title><content type='html'>POP LOH!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3952583482281027826-6821297649608470100?l=handguns-and-secondchances.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://handguns-and-secondchances.blogspot.com/feeds/6821297649608470100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3952583482281027826&amp;postID=6821297649608470100' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3952583482281027826/posts/default/6821297649608470100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3952583482281027826/posts/default/6821297649608470100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://handguns-and-secondchances.blogspot.com/2009/09/3-months-has-passed.html' title='3 months has passed'/><author><name>Oliver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15442387596907158039</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-3952583482281027826.post-718178974031788110</id><published>2009-06-11T14:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T14:46:03.477+08:00</updated><title type='text'>army boy</title><content type='html'>WAZZAH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been staying out overnight for the past 6 days.friday night camped at the cathay to queue for singapore idol.sunday to tuesday chalet.tuesday night went to denan's place to play ps3.wednesday night went to school to slack and help out for photography camp nightwalk.scared the shit out of a few people just by rolling down the stairs.HAHAH.some girl made some weird "ahhh" noise when i just said, "hey you".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's the reason why i can't go for the 2nd round of auditions for singapore idol.it's because i'm going to pulau tekong for my lucky draw prize holiday.as of friday, 12th of june, i'm soldier of singapore.hahaha.wtf...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;messages for my bros:&lt;br /&gt;guys, 2 weeks isn't that long i hope.when i book out then we go lepak.hope you guys enjoy your holidays without "a driver" to go out at night.hahaha.take care and see you soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;message to the rest:&lt;br /&gt;take care, see you soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to my best friend ( you know who you are(: ) :&lt;br /&gt;whatever i said to you that day, i hope it's for your own good.the you i saw that day was a whole different person,someone i wouldn't want to know.i just hope you remain as who you are and not change from your usual nice self just because bad things happened.i hope that won't happen again,cause you know i will never stop worrying about you.you know i've always cared(:&lt;br /&gt;take care of yourself alright? i'll miss you.hahaha.see you soon i guess. =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3952583482281027826-718178974031788110?l=handguns-and-secondchances.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://handguns-and-secondchances.blogspot.com/feeds/718178974031788110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3952583482281027826&amp;postID=718178974031788110' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3952583482281027826/posts/default/718178974031788110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3952583482281027826/posts/default/718178974031788110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://handguns-and-secondchances.blogspot.com/2009/06/army-boy.html' title='army boy'/><author><name>Oliver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15442387596907158039</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-3952583482281027826.post-8979423683692679257</id><published>2009-06-06T20:00:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T20:19:21.859+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Singapore Idol and Chalet!!!</title><content type='html'>WAZZAH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as you all should have known by now, i went for singapore idol auditions.and after about 18 hours of waiting and queueing, guess what???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I GOT THROUGH TO THE 2ND ROUND OF AUDITIONS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woohoo!!! i wanna thank those that supported me and participated together with me.special thanks to denan, awi, fir and keith.without you guys, i would never have joined.thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but there's some bad news regarding the singapore idol 2nd round auditions.but i will tell u about that some other time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;moving on, the chalet is confirmed from 7th to 9th June.we'll be checking in at about 2+pm and the bbq is on 7th June will begin at about late evening or at night.those that i've called to come down,please do make your way down.for those that i didn't invite and want to come, you're more than welcomed to make an appearance.just be sure to inform me so that there will be enough food for all.see you guys tmr!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just some picture proof for those that don't believe me(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aryp2zgzFGY/Sipc5NB3GII/AAAAAAAAAMM/zR2TLEc9N30/s1600-h/DSC00238.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aryp2zgzFGY/Sipc5NB3GII/AAAAAAAAAMM/zR2TLEc9N30/s320/DSC00238.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344186045648279682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aryp2zgzFGY/Sipc5RGzIPI/AAAAAAAAAMU/HZ2BE9Leua4/s1600-h/DSC00239.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aryp2zgzFGY/Sipc5RGzIPI/AAAAAAAAAMU/HZ2BE9Leua4/s320/DSC00239.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344186046742733042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aryp2zgzFGY/Sipc5bVk41I/AAAAAAAAAMc/M1tObw81WOs/s1600-h/DSC00241.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aryp2zgzFGY/Sipc5bVk41I/AAAAAAAAAMc/M1tObw81WOs/s320/DSC00241.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344186049489068882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;you're looking at the next singapore idol!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;and someone promised me something if i got through to the next round!!!&lt;br /&gt;you should know who you are(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3952583482281027826-8979423683692679257?l=handguns-and-secondchances.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://handguns-and-secondchances.blogspot.com/feeds/8979423683692679257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3952583482281027826.post-3949368630716854122</id><published>2009-06-05T13:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T14:05:24.285+08:00</updated><title type='text'>singapore idol auditions</title><content type='html'>WAZZAH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm sure most of you don't know yet.&lt;br /&gt;i've registered for singapore idol auditions!!!&lt;br /&gt;hahaha&lt;br /&gt;it was keith that inspired me to join.&lt;br /&gt;denan awi and fir have also registered.&lt;br /&gt;the auditions is tomorrow, 6th of june at the cathay.&lt;br /&gt;let's hope we're the first 500&lt;br /&gt;because they are only auditioning 500 tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;we're even thinking of queuing overnight.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha&lt;br /&gt;i'm sure some of you will ask, "what song will you be singing?"&lt;br /&gt;well, an original song entitled one and only and iris by goo goo dolls.&lt;br /&gt;i bet most of you didn't know i could sing.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha&lt;br /&gt;anyways, good luck to charmaine, keith, denan, awi, fir and me.&lt;br /&gt;and anyone else that i know.&lt;br /&gt;to the rest of the people joining that i don't know&lt;br /&gt;i hope you don't get selected.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3952583482281027826-3949368630716854122?l=handguns-and-secondchances.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://handguns-and-secondchances.blogspot.com/feeds/3949368630716854122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3952583482281027826&amp;postID=3949368630716854122' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3952583482281027826/posts/default/3949368630716854122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3952583482281027826/posts/default/3949368630716854122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://handguns-and-secondchances.blogspot.com/2009/06/singapore-idol-auditions.html' title='singapore idol auditions'/><author><name>Oliver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15442387596907158039</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-3952583482281027826.post-5625186068900202642</id><published>2009-06-03T22:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T22:07:50.168+08:00</updated><title type='text'>people and their fucked up attitudes</title><content type='html'>oliver, why you ask so much?&lt;br /&gt;don't care ah..&lt;br /&gt;why bother? what's the point?&lt;br /&gt;wtf is wrong with people's attitude nowadays?&lt;br /&gt;i ask because i care..&lt;br /&gt;if i didn't do u think i would even bother to ask?&lt;br /&gt;i wouldn't even give a shit..&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i wonder if you're just another spoilt brat.&lt;br /&gt;at least try to understand why people do what they do&lt;br /&gt;and not always think you're right all the time.&lt;br /&gt;have you ever stopped to think why i do what i do?&lt;br /&gt;i guess you just don't get it..&lt;br /&gt;everything has always been about you and you alone.&lt;br /&gt;i wonder why i care so much?&lt;br /&gt;and i know the answer..&lt;br /&gt;it's because you're my friend and i care about you.&lt;br /&gt;i just try to be nice and hope it's appreciated.&lt;br /&gt;that's all i ever ask for.&lt;br /&gt;not too much to ask for is it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3952583482281027826-5625186068900202642?l=handguns-and-secondchances.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-3952583482281027826.post-5130853398552124809</id><published>2009-06-03T02:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T02:30:31.371+08:00</updated><title type='text'>like a knife</title><content type='html'>&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://widgets.metrolyrics.com/o/4863f9db65722668/4a256ef7a12e70a0/48b897b047e79996/fd639b3/-cpid/d2ca47f36cfd2d71" id="W4863f9db657226684a256ef7a12e70a0" width="180" height="236"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://widgets.metrolyrics.com/o/4863f9db65722668/4a256ef7a12e70a0/48b897b047e79996/fd639b3/-cpid/d2ca47f36cfd2d71"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;param name="allowNetworking" value="all"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.metrolyrics.com/"&gt;Lyrics&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a href="http://www.metrolyrics.com/secondhand-serenade-lyrics.html"&gt;Secondhand Serenade Lyrics&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a href="http://www.metrolyrics.com/like-a-knife-lyrics-secondhand-serenade.html"&gt;Like a Knife Lyrics&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3952583482281027826-5130853398552124809?l=handguns-and-secondchances.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://handguns-and-secondchances.blogspot.com/feeds/5130853398552124809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3952583482281027826&amp;postID=5130853398552124809' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3952583482281027826/posts/default/5130853398552124809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3952583482281027826/posts/default/5130853398552124809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://handguns-and-secondchances.blogspot.com/2009/06/like-knife.html' title='like a knife'/><author><name>Oliver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15442387596907158039</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-3952583482281027826.post-664986241715920862</id><published>2009-05-17T15:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T14:10:08.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the sun</title><content type='html'>all along i wanted to say, that we were meant to be.&lt;br /&gt;but you were just too busy, had no time left for me.&lt;br /&gt;the sun thats you, never seems to shine.&lt;br /&gt;i miss your smile, one that brightens up my life.&lt;br /&gt;wishing it'll come back, the sun that never shines.&lt;br /&gt;one day it will be, patience is the key.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the sun is all i think about, all i ever wanted.&lt;br /&gt;she's my life, so different from the other.&lt;br /&gt;i love the sun, i miss the way she calls me.&lt;br /&gt;she's my life, so different from the other.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3952583482281027826-664986241715920862?l=handguns-and-secondchances.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://handguns-and-secondchances.blogspot.com/feeds/664986241715920862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3952583482281027826&amp;postID=664986241715920862' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3952583482281027826/posts/default/664986241715920862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3952583482281027826/posts/default/664986241715920862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://handguns-and-secondchances.blogspot.com/2009/05/sun.html' title='the sun'/><author><name>Oliver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15442387596907158039</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-3952583482281027826.post-5726839010181830521</id><published>2009-05-14T20:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T20:45:12.202+08:00</updated><title type='text'>emotionless</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;sometimes i wish i don't feel anything&lt;br /&gt;life can be such a sad place sometimes&lt;br /&gt;guess you just don't get it, i don't get it either&lt;br /&gt;all this makes no fucking sense at all&lt;br /&gt;maybe one day you'll realise what it all meant&lt;br /&gt;and i'll finally make sense of all this bullshit&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/3952583482281027826-5726839010181830521?l=handguns-and-secondchances.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://handguns-and-secondchances.blogspot.com/feeds/5726839010181830521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3952583482281027826&amp;postID=5726839010181830521' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3952583482281027826/posts/default/5726839010181830521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3952583482281027826/posts/default/5726839010181830521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://handguns-and-secondchances.blogspot.com/2009/05/emotionless.html' title='emotionless'/><author><name>Oliver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15442387596907158039</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-3952583482281027826.post-6289286494832820522</id><published>2009-05-12T01:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T01:04:52.532+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i dunno what to do</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;sometimes i just feel like giving up.but then again, i just can't do it.&lt;br /&gt;i'm so lost.i don't know what to do.help...help me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3952583482281027826-6289286494832820522?l=handguns-and-secondchances.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://handguns-and-secondchances.blogspot.com/feeds/6289286494832820522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3952583482281027826&amp;postID=6289286494832820522' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3952583482281027826/posts/default/6289286494832820522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3952583482281027826/posts/default/6289286494832820522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://handguns-and-secondchances.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-dunno-what-to-do.html' title='i dunno what to do'/><author><name>Oliver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15442387596907158039</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-3952583482281027826.post-6923136739871053802</id><published>2009-05-10T22:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T22:37:22.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i dunno</title><content type='html'>so in the end, is that a good thing or a bad thing?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3952583482281027826-6923136739871053802?l=handguns-and-secondchances.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://handguns-and-secondchances.blogspot.com/feeds/6923136739871053802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3952583482281027826&amp;postID=6923136739871053802' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3952583482281027826/posts/default/6923136739871053802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3952583482281027826/posts/default/6923136739871053802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://handguns-and-secondchances.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-dunno.html' title='i dunno'/><author><name>Oliver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15442387596907158039</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-3952583482281027826.post-5133814715584351276</id><published>2009-04-22T03:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T03:10:30.011+08:00</updated><title type='text'>z</title><content type='html'>i hate that motherfucker..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i forgot what else i wanted to say..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3952583482281027826-5133814715584351276?l=handguns-and-secondchances.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://handguns-and-secondchances.blogspot.com/feeds/5133814715584351276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3952583482281027826&amp;postID=5133814715584351276' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3952583482281027826/posts/default/5133814715584351276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3952583482281027826/posts/default/5133814715584351276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://handguns-and-secondchances.blogspot.com/2009/04/z.html' title='z'/><author><name>Oliver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15442387596907158039</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-3952583482281027826.post-910164226286065315</id><published>2009-02-23T00:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T00:25:29.391+08:00</updated><title type='text'>soccer</title><content type='html'>just to let anyone that still reads my blog know:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;starting from 24th Feb 2009, i'll be playing soccer at bedok area at 10am every single weekday as long as i can find at least 8 people each day.for more information, please contact Oliver @ 81023590.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3952583482281027826-910164226286065315?l=handguns-and-secondchances.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://handguns-and-secondchances.blogspot.com/feeds/910164226286065315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3952583482281027826&amp;postID=910164226286065315' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3952583482281027826/posts/default/910164226286065315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3952583482281027826/posts/default/910164226286065315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://handguns-and-secondchances.blogspot.com/2009/02/soccer.html' title='soccer'/><author><name>Oliver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15442387596907158039</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-3952583482281027826.post-997563532366411095</id><published>2009-02-14T01:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T01:13:20.437+08:00</updated><title type='text'>(:</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;when everything feels all over&lt;br /&gt;when everybody seems unkind&lt;br /&gt;i'll give you a four leaf clover&lt;br /&gt;take all the worry out of your mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div 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title='(:'/><author><name>Oliver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15442387596907158039</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-3952583482281027826.post-4675463212267285130</id><published>2009-02-14T00:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T01:08:33.461+08:00</updated><title type='text'>random</title><content type='html'>is it tomorrow or is it today?&lt;br /&gt;it's the one and only day again.&lt;br /&gt;yes it's V day some would say,&lt;br /&gt;others just don't feel the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well to me it's just a saturday,&lt;br /&gt;and there's nothing to do again.&lt;br /&gt;a day of rest and a day of play.&lt;br /&gt;won't everyone feel the same?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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title='random'/><author><name>Oliver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15442387596907158039</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-3952583482281027826.post-7943039523833682708</id><published>2009-02-14T00:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T00:55:48.691+08:00</updated><title type='text'>random</title><content type='html'>when there's nothing i can do,&lt;br /&gt;what's there left that i can say?&lt;br /&gt;if only i could figure out,&lt;br /&gt;how to take the pain away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm not helping no i ain't,&lt;br /&gt;seems like there's no other way.&lt;br /&gt;just trying my best i am,&lt;br /&gt;so that i can take it all away.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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title='random'/><author><name>Oliver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15442387596907158039</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-3952583482281027826.post-2613769764908315786</id><published>2008-11-29T15:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T21:20:03.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'>stupid device called a phone</title><content type='html'>wazzah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel so aimless, i've got no motivation in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't understand.is it really that difficult to reply an sms?&lt;br /&gt;like for example, i asked a simple question like "do u wanna play soccer?"&lt;br /&gt;is it so fucking difficult to just give me a 2 or 3 word reply like yes or no?&lt;br /&gt;if u all can reply your girlfriend like a fucking composition long sms every 5 freaking mins, can't u just reply me a 2 or 3 letter word reply?&lt;br /&gt;IT'S JUST 2 OR 3 FREAKING LETTERS! how fucking hard can it be?&lt;br /&gt;okay let's calculate..take my phone for example.&lt;br /&gt;first u need to press 2 keys to unlock the phone.&lt;br /&gt;1 key to read the message.&lt;br /&gt;1 key to press reply.&lt;br /&gt;and if it's no, 2. yes, 3.&lt;br /&gt;1 more key to send.&lt;br /&gt;and 2 keys to lock the phone.&lt;br /&gt;so it's a total of about 9 or 10 keys.&lt;br /&gt;how much energy does it take u to press 9 or 10 fucking keys???&lt;br /&gt;if u don't wanna reply, just tell me once and for all.&lt;br /&gt;like "when u play soccer don't bother to ask me."&lt;br /&gt;then i won't even bother to sms u.&lt;br /&gt;wouldn't that save all the fucking trouble? and it would definitely save me my sms too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to all those that replied me, thank u very much.i seriously appreciate it.at least it shows that for SOME PEOPLE, they can at least reply more than a simple yes or no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm experiencing the worst days/weeks of my life.&lt;br /&gt;i've never felt so fucked up before.&lt;br /&gt;i know i'm screwed up.&lt;br /&gt;i wish that didn't happen or at least i didn't know about it.&lt;br /&gt;then maybe it wouldn't hurt so bad.&lt;br /&gt;i realised that it feels so much worse when a close friend does something that hurts u as compared to getting dumped by a girl and all that other shit.&lt;br /&gt;i only pretended that i wasn't really affected by what u said but the truth is, it hurts like hell.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3952583482281027826-2613769764908315786?l=handguns-and-secondchances.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://handguns-and-secondchances.blogspot.com/feeds/2613769764908315786/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-3952583482281027826.post-262192518854772470</id><published>2008-11-16T23:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T23:35:12.759+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tagged by khaliskhan</title><content type='html'>WAZZAH!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="entry"&gt; ive been tagged by khaliskhan to do this.&lt;br /&gt;despite the fact that i already have 10 random facts in my blogskin, she tagged me aniwae.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here it goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Each player of this game starts off with &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;10 weird things/habits/little known facts&lt;/span&gt; about     yourself.&lt;br /&gt;2) People who get tagged need to write a blog of their own 10 weird things/habits/little know facts as well as state this rule clearly&lt;br /&gt;3) At the end, you need to &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;choose 10 people to be tagged &amp;amp; list their names&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No tag back&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;soccer is my life.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) i&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; finally get to drive &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;to school on a weekday this wednesday and thursday&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;3) i think my mum stole me when i was young. (those who played the random qns and song game should understand.hahaha)&lt;br /&gt;4) i'm an emo kid and i sing when i'm emo to make myself feel better. (so if u notice that i'm singing out loud alot, i'm emo..)&lt;br /&gt;5) i drool in my sleep SOMETIMES.&lt;br /&gt;6) i find it damn difficult to think of random facts about myself.&lt;br /&gt;7) i've been single my whole damn life.hahaha&lt;br /&gt;8) i'm a social smoker, but i used to be a hardcore smoker.&lt;br /&gt;9) if guns and killing is legal in singapore, i would have killed many people by now.&lt;br /&gt;10) i feel damn uncomfortable when GUYS touch me. (i hope u understand and please don't touch me anymore.hahaha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 10 people ;&lt;br /&gt;1) denan a.k.a. bangla&lt;br /&gt;2) din a.k.a. chinadoll&lt;br /&gt;3) farhan a.k.a. mice&lt;br /&gt;4) huishan a.k.a chickenor&lt;br /&gt;5) charmaine&lt;br /&gt;6) jolene&lt;br /&gt;7) reeve a.k.a ah mah&lt;br /&gt;8) miswan a.k.a. mashmellow&lt;br /&gt;9) tohlin a.k.a. machiato&lt;br /&gt;10) clare&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do it if u're bored and if u feel like doing.i'm not gonna tag u to do..i'm lazy.hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3952583482281027826-262192518854772470?l=handguns-and-secondchances.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://handguns-and-secondchances.blogspot.com/feeds/262192518854772470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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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-3952583482281027826.post-917317130891758690</id><published>2008-11-11T21:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T21:57:28.159+08:00</updated><title type='text'>oblivious</title><content type='html'>wazzah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel so dead..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u seriously got no freaking idea, do u?&lt;br /&gt;are u really that oblivious to what's happening?&lt;br /&gt;maybe i'm just too worthless to bother about.&lt;br /&gt;damn, this sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Cos if one day you wake up and find that you're missing me,&lt;br /&gt;And your heart starts to wonder where on this earth I can be,&lt;br /&gt;Thinking maybe you'll come back here to the place that we'd meet,&lt;br /&gt;And you'd see me waiting for you on the corner of the street.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3952583482281027826-917317130891758690?l=handguns-and-secondchances.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://handguns-and-secondchances.blogspot.com/feeds/917317130891758690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3952583482281027826&amp;postID=917317130891758690' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3952583482281027826/posts/default/917317130891758690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3952583482281027826/posts/default/917317130891758690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://handguns-and-secondchances.blogspot.com/2008/11/oblivious.html' title='oblivious'/><author><name>Oliver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15442387596907158039</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-3952583482281027826.post-3906309708077835288</id><published>2008-11-10T23:56:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T00:20:50.665+08:00</updated><title type='text'>false hopes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;wazzah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got absolutely no fucking mood to do that, but i still had to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why do they always give u false hopes one day and take it all away the next? i know all of u must have thought i was happy for the past few days.in fact i was, but i guess i'm not anymore.i nvr ever stay happy for long anyways.u guys should know that.hahaha.it's just the way it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND I SERIOUSLY FEEL LIKE SMOKING RIGHT NOW.FUCK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess i should just stick to playing soccer.one life, one dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i'm running away, i'm leaving this place.&lt;br /&gt;if i had the chance, i would definitely leave this fucking hell hole.&lt;br /&gt;yeahyeah, i'm emo.whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;on a brighter note, something weird happened to me this afternoon.was with shafiee and anand at the bus stop smoking area cos they were smoking, then din came along.while we were talking, there was this girl who walked from the bus stop towards business school.like suddenly got a white light appear behind her and i just couldn't take my eyes off her.even when she was staring back at me.then i started to feel hot and my face went red.hahaha.that was seriously WTF! even when i look at girls i never ever stare for so long and i definitely won't feel hot and my face won't turn red.she was seriously, i dunno how to explain.WOAH! hahaha.ohh damn, can't stop thinking about her..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;check out this song.it's broken by lifehouse.and check out running away by midnight hour too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div id="songlyrics"&gt;&lt;div class="showResultLinks"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The broken clock is a comfort, it helps me sleep tonight&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it can stop tomorrow from stealing all my time&lt;br /&gt;I am here still waiting though I still have my doubts&lt;br /&gt;I am damaged at best, like you've already figured out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm falling apart, I'm barely breathing&lt;br /&gt;With a broken heart that's still beating&lt;br /&gt;In the pain there is healing&lt;br /&gt;In your name I find meaning&lt;br /&gt;So I'm holdin' on, I'm holdin' on, I'm holdin' on&lt;br /&gt;I'm barely holdin' on to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The broken locks were a warning you got inside my head&lt;br /&gt;I tried my best to be guarded, I'm an open book instead&lt;br /&gt;I still see your reflection inside of my eyes&lt;br /&gt;That are looking for a purpose, they're still looking for life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm falling apart, I'm barely breathing&lt;br /&gt;With a broken heart that's still beating&lt;br /&gt;In the pain is there is healing&lt;br /&gt;In your name I find meaning&lt;br /&gt;So I'm holdin' on, I'm holdin' on, I'm holdin' on&lt;br /&gt;I'm barely holdin' on to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm hangin' on another day&lt;br /&gt;Just to see what you will throw my way&lt;br /&gt;And I'm hangin' on to the words you say&lt;br /&gt;You said that I will, will be ok&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The broken lights on the freeway left me here alone&lt;br /&gt;I may have lost my way now, having forgot my way home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm falling apart, I'm barely breathing&lt;br /&gt;With a broken heart that's still beating&lt;br /&gt;In the pain is there is healing&lt;br /&gt;In your name I find meaning&lt;br /&gt;So I'm holdin' on, I'm holdin' on, I'm holdin' on&lt;br /&gt;I'm barely holdin' on to you&lt;br /&gt;So I'm holdin' on, I'm holdin' on, I'm holdin' on&lt;/span&gt;      &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3952583482281027826-3906309708077835288?l=handguns-and-secondchances.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://handguns-and-secondchances.blogspot.com/feeds/3906309708077835288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3952583482281027826&amp;postID=3906309708077835288' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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anyways..so yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;1 . The person who tag you?&lt;br /&gt;: Yeo Huishan a.k.a. chickenor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 . Your relationship with her&lt;br /&gt;: good friends i guess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 . Your 5 impression of her&lt;br /&gt;: seriously blur, definitely cute (and no, it doesn't refer to u being short), quiet but can be noisy when she wants to, emo at times and she got attitude problem.HAHAH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 . The most memorable thing he/she has done for you&lt;br /&gt;: bought me a present during her china ITP, i seriously didn't expect that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 . The most memorable thing he/she has said to you&lt;br /&gt;: :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 . If she becomes your lover, you will?&lt;br /&gt;: that'd be cool.hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 . If she becomes your lover, things he/she has to improve on will be?&lt;br /&gt;: stop being so fierce =x hahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 . If she becomes your enemy, you will?&lt;br /&gt;: do nothing cos she won't be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9 . What do you want to tell her now?&lt;br /&gt;: don't emo ah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 . Your overall impression of her?&lt;br /&gt;: she's nice(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11 . How do you think people around you will feel about you?&lt;br /&gt;: when they just get to know me, it might seem like i don't really give a damn.but it's not as it seems.hahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12 . The qualities you love of yourself are?&lt;br /&gt;: i do what i think is right and not what others think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13 . On the contrary, the qualities you dislike about yourself are?&lt;br /&gt;: definitely my temper, being stubborn in the wrong situation sometimes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14 . The most ideal person you want to be is?&lt;br /&gt;: myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15 . For people who care for you and like you, say something to them.&lt;br /&gt;: thanks for everything and i'll be there for u too.hahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16 . Pass this quiz to 10 persons that you wish to know how they feel about you?&lt;br /&gt;(All I want is to play around with the ten names.)&lt;br /&gt;1. Denan&lt;br /&gt;2. Din&lt;br /&gt;3. Jolene&lt;br /&gt;4. Khalis&lt;br /&gt;5. Karen&lt;br /&gt;6. Charmaine&lt;br /&gt;7. Miswan&lt;br /&gt;8. Fatin&lt;br /&gt;9. Farhan&lt;br /&gt;10.Tohlin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's just 10 random names, u don't have to do the quiz if u don't want to.i'm lazy to ask u all to do.hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17 . Who is No.6 having relationship with?&lt;br /&gt;: no one?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18 . Is no. 9 a girl or boy?&lt;br /&gt;: a guy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19 . If No. 7 and No.10 are together, will it be a good thing :D?&lt;br /&gt;: okay, that's just lame.tohlin already has eugene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20 . What is no.2 studying about?&lt;br /&gt;: Engineering&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21 . When was the last time you chat with No.3?&lt;br /&gt;: can't rmb, too long ago it seems..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22 . What kind of music No. 8 likes?&lt;br /&gt;: R&amp;amp;B and rock mostly, what else?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23 . Does no 1 has siblings?&lt;br /&gt;: yeah, a sister&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24 . Will you woo no. 3?&lt;br /&gt;: i tried..hahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25 . How about 7?&lt;br /&gt;: WTF?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26 . What is the surname of no 5?&lt;br /&gt;: Koh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27 . What is the hobby of no 10?&lt;br /&gt;: calling eugene puppy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28 . Does no 5 &amp;amp; 9 get along well?&lt;br /&gt;: i think they don't know each other well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29 . Where is No 2 studying at?&lt;br /&gt;: SP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30 . A fact about no. 1?&lt;br /&gt;: he's one hell of a hairy fella.hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31 . Have you try developing feelings for no 8?&lt;br /&gt;: nope..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32 . Where does No. 9 lived at?&lt;br /&gt;: tampines&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33 . What colour does no. 4 like?&lt;br /&gt;: he likes pink.he's fucking gay..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34 . Are no 1 &amp;amp; 5 Best friends?&lt;br /&gt;: nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35 . Does no 1 have pets?&lt;br /&gt;: yup. a dog called buttercup and fishes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36 . Is no 7 the sexiest person in the world?&lt;br /&gt;: not the sexiest person in the world but definitely special in his own ways.hahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37 . What is No 10 doing now?&lt;br /&gt;: she's not online, so most probably out with eugene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn, this is seriously random.do it only if u're bored.&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/3952583482281027826-3177700105052053737?l=handguns-and-secondchances.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://handguns-and-secondchances.blogspot.com/feeds/3177700105052053737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3952583482281027826&amp;postID=3177700105052053737' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3952583482281027826/posts/default/3177700105052053737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3952583482281027826/posts/default/3177700105052053737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://handguns-and-secondchances.blogspot.com/2008/11/huishan-made-me-do-this.html' title='huishan made me do this'/><author><name>Oliver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15442387596907158039</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-3952583482281027826.post-4157529924666485849</id><published>2008-10-02T03:30:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T04:13:05.221+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it's a game</title><content type='html'>WAZZAH!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Rules:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;1. The rules of the game get posted at the beginning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;2. Each player answers the questions about themselves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;3. At the end of the post the player then tags 5 people and posts their names, then goes to their blogs and leaves a comment, letting them know they got tagged and to ask them to play and read your blog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;_____________________________________________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Starting time: 3.32am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Name: Oliver Lim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Sisters: 0&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Brothers: 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Shoe size: 7 1/2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Height: 160cm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Where do you live: Pasir Ris St 71 Block 755 #06-142 S(510755)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Favourite drinks: wheatgrass bandung, milo, iced peach tea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Favourite breakfast: depends on the morning mood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Have you ever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Been on a plane: uh-huh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Swam in the ocean: yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Fallen asleep at school: of cos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Broken someone's heart: i hope not?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Fell off your chair: never.i'm not as clumsy as denan.hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Waited for someone to call: yup&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Saved emails: yeah, that too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;What is your room like: this shouldn't be under have u ever.its sky blue and has 3 beds.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;What's right beside you: my phone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;What is the last thing you ate: dinner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Ever had&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Chicken pox: yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Sore throat: of cos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Stitches: whenever i jog/run&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Broken nose: how does it feel like getting that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Do you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Believe in love at first sight: maybe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Like picnics: not really..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Who was/were the last person&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;You danced with: some girl at MOS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Last made you smile: maureen! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;You last yelled at: not in person.on my blog.SORRY REEVE SEAH CHONGLEE.hahah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Today did you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Talk to someone you like: is sms counted? no, i don't think so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Kissed anyone: yeah! in my dreams..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Get sick: nah...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Talk to an ex: not exactly an ex&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Miss someone: yeah definitely and it's getting worse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Eat: lunch and dinner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Best feeling in the world: being with friends who make u laugh until got 6-pac!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Do you sleep with stuffed animals: when i was a baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;What's under your bed: my brother's sofa bed and guitar.he's not in singapore though, so i got one empty bed at home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Who do you really hate: i'm an angry guy, but i don't exactly hate people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;What time is it now: 3.43am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Random&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Is there a person who is on your mind now: yup! a few people might know who(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Do you have any siblings: yeah, 2 older brothers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Do you want children: in the future, yeah..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Do you smile often: not really, but i did smile quite a lot in the past 2 days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Do you like your hand-writing: not really&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Are your toe nails painted: and why the hell would i do that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Whose bed other than yours would you rather sleep in: it's a secret&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;What color shirt are you wearing now: i'm not wearing a shirt right now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;What were you doing at 7.00 p.m. yesterday: watching school for scoundrels&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;When did you cry last: can't remember&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Are you a friendly person: i don't look like but if u know me well enough i would seem so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Do you have any pets? a dog in the past, now i have fishes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Where is the person you have feelings for right now: at home i guess&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Did you hold hands with the person who mean anything to you now: i wish i could.maybe in the future.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Do you sleep with the TV on: sometimes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;What are you doing right now: playing this so-called game.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Have you ever crawled through a window: i think i did&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Can you handle the truth: it depends on what truth u're talking about&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Are you too forgiving: not always&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Are you closer to your mother or father? mother&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Who was the last person you cried in front of: can't remember&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;How many people can you say you've really loved: a few&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Do you eat healthy: hell no!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Do you still have pictures of you &amp;amp; your ex: it's stored somewhere i can't remember&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Have you ever cried because of something someone said to you: in the past, yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;IF you're having a bad day, who are you most likely to go to: denan and din.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Are you confident: it depends on the scenario&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;5 things I was doing 10 years ago&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;1. i was being a childish asshole.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;2. playing table tennis or soccer with a tennis ball during recess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;3. studying hard like a typical primary school nerd.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;4. watching cartoons, definitely..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;5. acting like a spoilt brat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;5 things on my to-do list today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;1. sms someone! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;2. do fyp presentation for the interview?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;3. sleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;4. watch prison break season 4 episode 6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;5. brush my teeth after every meal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;5 snacks I enjoy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;1. spicy chips&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;2. oreo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;3. are fries considered as snacks?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;4. those cigarette look-a-like wafers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;5. candies?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;5 things I would do if I were a billionaire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;1. BUY A FEW CARS OF COURSE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;2. travel the world! but first, to UK.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;3. give enough money to my parents for them to retire right away and live a better than decent life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;4. invest in stuff that can get me more money?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;5. sky diving! and many other dare-devil stunts that i can do without killing myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;5 of my bad points&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;1. stubborn!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;2. think too much&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;3. lazy most of the time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;4. like to bastard people as well..hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;5. make people feel that i'm hostile when i don't know them well enough yet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;i realised i got quite a few bad points in common with denan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;5 people I tag&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;1. Din&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;2. Farhan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;3. Huishan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;4. Miswan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;5. Khalis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;get it done bitches! hahaha. =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3952583482281027826-4157529924666485849?l=handguns-and-secondchances.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://handguns-and-secondchances.blogspot.com/feeds/4157529924666485849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3952583482281027826&amp;postID=4157529924666485849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3952583482281027826/posts/default/4157529924666485849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3952583482281027826/posts/default/4157529924666485849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://handguns-and-secondchances.blogspot.com/2008/10/its-game.html' title='it&apos;s a game'/><author><name>Oliver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15442387596907158039</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-3952583482281027826.post-4467693862596629812</id><published>2008-09-30T18:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T19:15:39.647+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it's over, forget it</title><content type='html'>WAZZAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what i said in the last post was in a moment of anger..but still, the feeling of getting pangseh really sucks and i don't like it.so u should also understand how i feel and i'm not totally at fault here for scolding u.whatever is said and done.i can't take back my words now.so i'm just gonna say sorry.whatever i said in the previous post, i didn't mean it.my anger always gets the better of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SORRY DENAN, REEVE AND CLARE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, ice prep wasn't so bad afterall(: i hope u guys will go for the actual camp man.it will definitely make it more enjoyable.take care guys..i really suck at being a good friend sometimes, please forgive me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3952583482281027826-4467693862596629812?l=handguns-and-secondchances.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://handguns-and-secondchances.blogspot.com/feeds/4467693862596629812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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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-3952583482281027826.post-148308360202322772</id><published>2008-09-29T00:53:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T01:58:39.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'>maximum sian-ness and i'm fucking pissed off right now</title><content type='html'>WAZZAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kanina lah..i shouldn't have agreed to go in the first place.now,i've got to decide..if i go, it might be damn sian cos i don't know any one of the other helpers going..u all might be saying, "make new friends lah!" fuck it man...i'm anti-social.hahaha.and if i don't go, it will be damn bastard cos i already promised amron and obviously he's short of helpers so the least we can do is to help him.and i'm not like some people.pangseh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THANKS AH REEVE..ask me to go then now u cannot go.honestly, from my point of view i think it's more of don't want as compared to cannot.is work really that impt? why need so much money when u don't really use it? rmb u told maureen that if end up u can't go,i'm gonna beat u up? i seriously feel like doing that right now...SERIOUSLY..and denan isn't going as well cos apparently the ipc lab is closed on wednesday, thursday and friday.GREAT...perfect timing..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i still haven't decided though..amron if u happen to read my blog and u can't contact me tmr.i'm sorry man, cos i'll be MIA..i wanna try being MIA for once.it seems like fun cos some people like to fucking do it..yeah, u know who i'm talking about..this is what i get for being nice to people.don't fucking take me for granted man...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fuck it man..if any of u reading my blog is thinking of always trying to be nice, think again..u're gonna get screwed..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and some people that screw u over wont even bother to say sorry.the rest who says sorry, well...if saying sorry helps, it would do me a million favours.sorry doesn't make it easier for me to make a decision, sorry doesn't change anything..sorry doesn't help one fucking bit.btw, all those hahahs and lols, i don't really mean them.its only a habit cos i sound fucking attitude without them.in fact, i was fucking pissed and i still am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if i had a fucking gun right now, i'd fucking put it in my mouth and blow my fucking head off.along with all of yours..yeah, don't forget.i wanna be a fucking psycho killer when i grow up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3952583482281027826-148308360202322772?l=handguns-and-secondchances.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://handguns-and-secondchances.blogspot.com/feeds/148308360202322772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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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-3952583482281027826.post-6264692091523352761</id><published>2008-09-12T21:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T21:46:30.505+08:00</updated><title type='text'>all the same</title><content type='html'>WAZZAH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am an angry guy, i lead an angry life..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she said don't wait for her because i will only be wasting my time..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess they are all the same..they only reply when they feel like it and only look for u when they need u..all those excuses..all bullshit..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i might be better off without a phone..don't blame me if i don't reply any of your messages in future..i can't be bothered with this anymore..i've had enough..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3952583482281027826-6264692091523352761?l=handguns-and-secondchances.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://handguns-and-secondchances.blogspot.com/feeds/6264692091523352761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3952583482281027826&amp;postID=6264692091523352761' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3952583482281027826/posts/default/6264692091523352761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3952583482281027826/posts/default/6264692091523352761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://handguns-and-secondchances.blogspot.com/2008/09/all-same.html' title='all the same'/><author><name>Oliver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15442387596907158039</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-3952583482281027826.post-6769081351862007009</id><published>2008-08-21T22:12:00.025+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T00:09:47.645+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bad day, green day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;WAZZAH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today is one of the worst days ever.had mech3 and OM exam today.OM was fucking lame.moving on to mech3, i think i'm gonna fail the paper which is 70%.along with mark, shafiee, denan and anand most probably.maybe many more.maybe we all have to repeat 1 more semester..wow, thats gotta be fucking fun man..wtf is wrong with mech3? it's fucking difficult man...how many students u want to make repeat your freaking module??? and fuck OM man...waste of my life taking that fucked up module..and what's with so many ppl wearing green today? green day ah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously, what's the use of caring so much for someone when u know u won't get anything in return? and the best thing of all, she doesn't even appreciate anything u do for her.i finally told her...of all days i decided to tell her today.how stupid.it's not as if it isn't a bad enough day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and she said, "it's not that i dont wanna go out with u and all.it's just that i'm not interested in a relationship for now." right..all just an excuse.it's always the same old reason huh.and u're always busy..are u really that busy all the time? did all those times we had together mean nothing to u at all? and all those times i saw u, i believe that it's not just coincidence.even the kaya in my fridge expires on your birthday..EVEN THE KAYA IN MY FRIDGE EXPIRES ON YOUR BIRTHDAY.how do u explain that? are we really not meant to be? what's all this about man? remember that note u gave me during itp? and u asked me to keep it and show it to u in 10 years time? it's still with me man..and i'm gonna keep it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fall for you, secondhand serenade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;   The best thing about tonight's that we're not fighting&lt;br /&gt;Could it be that we have been this way before&lt;br /&gt;I know you don't think that I am trying&lt;br /&gt;I know you're wearing thin down to the core&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But hold your breathe&lt;br /&gt;Because tonight will be the night that I will fall for you&lt;br /&gt;Over again&lt;br /&gt;Don't make me change my mind&lt;br /&gt;Or I wont live to see another day&lt;br /&gt;I swear it's true&lt;br /&gt;Because a girl like you is impossible to find&lt;br /&gt;You're impossible to find&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is not what I intended&lt;br /&gt;I always swore to you I'd never fall apart&lt;br /&gt;You always thought that I was stronger&lt;br /&gt;I may of failed&lt;br /&gt;But I have loved you from the start&lt;br /&gt;Oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But hold your breathe&lt;br /&gt;Because tonight will be the night that I will fall for you&lt;br /&gt;Over again&lt;br /&gt;Don't make me change my mind&lt;br /&gt;Or I wont live to see another day&lt;br /&gt;I swear it's true&lt;br /&gt;Because a girl like you is impossible to find&lt;br /&gt;It's impossible&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So breathe in so deep&lt;br /&gt;Breathe me in&lt;br /&gt;I'm yours to keep&lt;br /&gt;And hold onto your words&lt;br /&gt;Cause talk is cheap&lt;br /&gt;And remember me tonight&lt;br /&gt;When your asleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because tonight will be the night that I will fall for you&lt;br /&gt;Over again&lt;br /&gt;Don't make me change my mind&lt;br /&gt;Or I wont live to see another day&lt;br /&gt;I swear it's true&lt;br /&gt;Because a girl like you is impossible to find&lt;br /&gt;Tonight will be the night that I will fall for you&lt;br /&gt;Over again&lt;br /&gt;Don't make me change my mind&lt;br /&gt;Or I wont live to see another day&lt;br /&gt;I swear it's true&lt;br /&gt;Because a girl like you is impossible to find&lt;br /&gt;You're impossible to find&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;it's like u just stabbed me and i'm bleeding to death.i &lt;3 u,weiying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3952583482281027826-6769081351862007009?l=handguns-and-secondchances.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://handguns-and-secondchances.blogspot.com/feeds/6769081351862007009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3952583482281027826&amp;postID=6769081351862007009' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3952583482281027826/posts/default/6769081351862007009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3952583482281027826/posts/default/6769081351862007009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://handguns-and-secondchances.blogspot.com/2008/08/bad-day.html' title='bad day, green day'/><author><name>Oliver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15442387596907158039</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-3952583482281027826.post-1637572480071703479</id><published>2008-08-15T21:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T22:28:29.255+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what are the chances?</title><content type='html'>WAZZAH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;something interesting to update about..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's something that has been happening and it makes me wonder..not just a few times, but ALOT of times.and it only happens when it's HER, not anyone else.ONLY HER.i don't really know how to explain it though, but i'll try.&lt;br /&gt;when i'm in sch, there's quite a few times when she suddenly comes into my mind or i think of her and i'll somehow see her later.and sometimes when im just about to msg her to ask abt smth, i see her.or sometimes i just got this feeling that i'm going to see her on that day itself and it turns out i really see her.something like that i guess..&lt;br /&gt;and the thing about today is that i planned to only go to sch at 3 for the test.but i woke up early to study and finished early.being too bored at home, i decided to go to sch early.and i msg-ed her before leaving home.upon reaching sch, i went to look for denan and went for a smoke.then after that we headed to the test venue at lt17.i was just about to msg her again, asking if she came to sch and just at that moment, i saw her.&lt;br /&gt;what are the chances of that happening??&lt;br /&gt;can it be affinity, fate or smth of that sort? although i don't believe in it, sometimes it really feels like..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright..exams are coming.4 papers to go.looks like almost everyone is in the studying mood.but some of us are still slacking away.just have to study for 2 more weeks and the holidays are here.come on, we can do it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3952583482281027826-1637572480071703479?l=handguns-and-secondchances.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://handguns-and-secondchances.blogspot.com/feeds/1637572480071703479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3952583482281027826&amp;postID=1637572480071703479' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3952583482281027826/posts/default/1637572480071703479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3952583482281027826/posts/default/1637572480071703479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://handguns-and-secondchances.blogspot.com/2008/08/what-are-chances.html' title='what are the chances?'/><author><name>Oliver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15442387596907158039</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-3952583482281027826.post-4916378672110352719</id><published>2008-08-08T18:37:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T20:10:11.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'>denan's birthday celebration pictures</title><content type='html'>WAZZAH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its a boring friday today.calling out to anyone who wants to go out on weekends and wants me to drive out..this will be the last weekend to do it.because after this weekend is over, the next weekend is where all the action begins.ENGLISH PREMIER LEAGUE!!! if the EPL is on, i will most probably not want to go out at night unless there's no match playing that night or if the matches are finished.hahaha.soccer freak, u would say...but its true.i'll use every chance i get to do smth that revolves around soccer.like watching, playing, etc.. but it's kinda screwed up in a way that the EPL starts 2 days before the exam week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, here's the fun part.it's been a long time since i did this, but it's time for a picture story..hahaha.for the previous picture story, the pictures were taken from our east coast park outing.can't rmb which entry it is though..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(pictures taken during denan's birthday celebration)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aryp2zgzFGY/SJwlcHghhkI/AAAAAAAAAGk/AZFt2kHjQ1E/s1600-h/DSC_0052.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aryp2zgzFGY/SJwlcHghhkI/AAAAAAAAAGk/AZFt2kHjQ1E/s320/DSC_0052.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232098032079701570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;INTRODUCING THE STAR OF THE STORY, DENAN SAHER AND HIS GIRLFRIEND RATNA!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aryp2zgzFGY/SJwlcOwAjnI/AAAAAAAAAGs/WviagLOvxD4/s1600-h/DSC_0014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aryp2zgzFGY/SJwlcOwAjnI/AAAAAAAAAGs/WviagLOvxD4/s320/DSC_0014.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232098034023698034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;these are the props used for the event, the rest are in the bag.and a special "birthday cake" for denan as well.&lt;br /&gt;(from left: amron, oliver, farhan, keith, anand, marwin, din, lezlie)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aryp2zgzFGY/SJwlcXoV-mI/AAAAAAAAAG8/ay3W1bWGwbs/s1600-h/DSC_0020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aryp2zgzFGY/SJwlcXoV-mI/AAAAAAAAAG8/ay3W1bWGwbs/s320/DSC_0020.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232098036407466594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the surprise! (look at that cheeky grin)&lt;br /&gt;btw, the "cake" spells D.E.A.N.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aryp2zgzFGY/SJwlcUnjiZI/AAAAAAAAAHE/0oz0xNnzbr8/s1600-h/DSC_0023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aryp2zgzFGY/SJwlcUnjiZI/AAAAAAAAAHE/0oz0xNnzbr8/s320/DSC_0023.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232098035598854546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;caught in the act 1 (a hungry steven)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aryp2zgzFGY/SJwnN1-OOvI/AAAAAAAAAHM/dKwqxzdr4rA/s1600-h/DSC_0025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aryp2zgzFGY/SJwnN1-OOvI/AAAAAAAAAHM/dKwqxzdr4rA/s320/DSC_0025.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232099985877514994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;amron and maureen&lt;br /&gt;(INTRODUCING AMRON, THE WHORE! the cam whore i mean.u should realise that he is in most of the photos.hahaha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aryp2zgzFGY/SJwlcRgqoEI/AAAAAAAAAG0/fpMcyqdVBWE/s1600-h/DSC_0015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aryp2zgzFGY/SJwlcRgqoEI/AAAAAAAAAG0/fpMcyqdVBWE/s320/DSC_0015.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232098034764652610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;look at the happy faces at the sight of alcohol.bloody alcoholics.hahaha&lt;br /&gt;btw, denan brought a bottle of Absolute Peach and Jack Daniels for the party.&lt;br /&gt;(if u noticed, it's amron AGAIN.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aryp2zgzFGY/SJwnN-H5zNI/AAAAAAAAAHU/Gj_tqZiC-WI/s1600-h/DSC_0026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aryp2zgzFGY/SJwnN-H5zNI/AAAAAAAAAHU/Gj_tqZiC-WI/s320/DSC_0026.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232099988065602770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;story-telling time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aryp2zgzFGY/SJwnOPxTkQI/AAAAAAAAAHc/Y6SzcfvfYPQ/s1600-h/DSC_0027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aryp2zgzFGY/SJwnOPxTkQI/AAAAAAAAAHc/Y6SzcfvfYPQ/s320/DSC_0027.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232099992802660610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;amron displaying the presents one by one.&lt;br /&gt;denan was asked to pick numbers from 1 to 5 and after he pick a number, amron would take out some lame trash (that we BORROWED from club), like flour, ribena, the mcdonalds glass, jam, tissue paper and HIS BANGLA SLIPPERS!&lt;br /&gt;soon after, all his presents were revealed. 1 present from din and the rest shared by amron, lezlie, farhan, keith and me (including the bag and some interesting stuff. ^^)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aryp2zgzFGY/SJwoN7kJGyI/AAAAAAAAAH0/xySHiV6caqk/s1600-h/DSC_fake.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aryp2zgzFGY/SJwoN7kJGyI/AAAAAAAAAH0/xySHiV6caqk/s320/DSC_fake.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232101086890367778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;only some of us will know what this picture is.hahaha.here's a hint, DSC_0029.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aryp2zgzFGY/SJwnOHDNJsI/AAAAAAAAAHk/gqVTWwe12rw/s1600-h/DSC_0032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aryp2zgzFGY/SJwnOHDNJsI/AAAAAAAAAHk/gqVTWwe12rw/s320/DSC_0032.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232099990461818562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the anxious wait&lt;br /&gt;we were waiting for denan to do his thing.it was like waiting for your gf or wife to give birth.hahaha.sorry ppl, i can't say what happened.we all made a pact.&lt;br /&gt;(from left: anand, din, marwin, darren, mark)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aryp2zgzFGY/SJwnOHE9i3I/AAAAAAAAAHs/UN3-TIi2uS0/s1600-h/DSC_0035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aryp2zgzFGY/SJwnOHE9i3I/AAAAAAAAAHs/UN3-TIi2uS0/s320/DSC_0035.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232099990469184370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;caught in the act 2 (a hungry keith)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aryp2zgzFGY/SJwoOBeZTNI/AAAAAAAAAH8/SQxCC7AqEag/s1600-h/DSC_0047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aryp2zgzFGY/SJwoOBeZTNI/AAAAAAAAAH8/SQxCC7AqEag/s320/DSC_0047.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232101088476875986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the party got boring for a few people.&lt;br /&gt;anand decided to play the PSP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aryp2zgzFGY/SJwoOGrcILI/AAAAAAAAAIE/nkbMjavSZqY/s1600-h/DSC_0048.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aryp2zgzFGY/SJwoOGrcILI/AAAAAAAAAIE/nkbMjavSZqY/s320/DSC_0048.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232101089873764530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;while others started to turn emo.&lt;br /&gt;(from left: desiree, huixian, tohlin, miswan)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aryp2zgzFGY/SJwoOPtarHI/AAAAAAAAAIM/-fqM1UkO8GU/s1600-h/DSC_0049.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aryp2zgzFGY/SJwoOPtarHI/AAAAAAAAAIM/-fqM1UkO8GU/s320/DSC_0049.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232101092297976946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;amron, the hungry whore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aryp2zgzFGY/SJwoOD-XHUI/AAAAAAAAAIU/uE9I2FjNvVg/s1600-h/DSC_0057.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aryp2zgzFGY/SJwoOD-XHUI/AAAAAAAAAIU/uE9I2FjNvVg/s320/DSC_0057.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232101089147821378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;OMG! IT'S AMRON AGAIN!!! and shermaine.&lt;br /&gt;(go away lah, amron. let lezlie take photo with her.u should be the one taking the photo.hahaha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aryp2zgzFGY/SJwo8A1sG_I/AAAAAAAAAIc/hzlc4B7Q-68/s1600-h/DSC_0058.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aryp2zgzFGY/SJwo8A1sG_I/AAAAAAAAAIc/hzlc4B7Q-68/s320/DSC_0058.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232101878580124658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and here we go again.AMRON!!! with keith and his gf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aryp2zgzFGY/SJwo8IokzPI/AAAAAAAAAIk/uzK41z0gLzg/s1600-h/DSC_0061.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aryp2zgzFGY/SJwo8IokzPI/AAAAAAAAAIk/uzK41z0gLzg/s320/DSC_0061.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232101880672603378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and again and again.amron...posing with feroz.&lt;br /&gt;(hopefully that will be the last of amron.hahah)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aryp2zgzFGY/SJwo8RGyKMI/AAAAAAAAAIs/RTJUHWF99hg/s1600-h/DSC_0067.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aryp2zgzFGY/SJwo8RGyKMI/AAAAAAAAAIs/RTJUHWF99hg/s320/DSC_0067.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232101882946791618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;INTRODUCING ZAID, THE BITCH! not the bitch. it's THE BITCH!!! hahaha&lt;br /&gt;(pretending to be afraid of lezlie or emo.smth of that sort.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aryp2zgzFGY/SJwo8bEoNwI/AAAAAAAAAI0/r1o4K_lJmDE/s1600-h/DSC_0071.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aryp2zgzFGY/SJwo8bEoNwI/AAAAAAAAAI0/r1o4K_lJmDE/s320/DSC_0071.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232101885622105858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;for the first time ever, we get to see a WHITE denan! A WHITE DENAN!!! can u believe your eyes???&lt;br /&gt;btw, we had alil trouble catching him to turn him white.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aryp2zgzFGY/SJwo8UMWzAI/AAAAAAAAAI8/dpPsNTzv-as/s1600-h/DSC_0072.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aryp2zgzFGY/SJwo8UMWzAI/AAAAAAAAAI8/dpPsNTzv-as/s320/DSC_0072.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232101883775470594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and he finally gave up the struggle.denan looks like a cut and paste figure.&lt;br /&gt;(from left: oliver, lezlie, amron, farhan, denan, keith)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aryp2zgzFGY/SJwpSubqVqI/AAAAAAAAAJE/BumW5Qu9CRA/s1600-h/DSC_0075.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aryp2zgzFGY/SJwpSubqVqI/AAAAAAAAAJE/BumW5Qu9CRA/s320/DSC_0075.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232102268776109730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ohh, that's not the last of amron.here's one more.amron trying to shake denan's hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aryp2zgzFGY/SJwxysixv8I/AAAAAAAAAJU/NSaALr-VA5c/s1600-h/DSC_0070.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aryp2zgzFGY/SJwxysixv8I/AAAAAAAAAJU/NSaALr-VA5c/s320/DSC_0070.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232111614117920706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i don't know who this is.maybe some random stranger that came to the wrong party.but i guess she's abt to leave.GOODBYE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;special thanks to lezlie for being the cameraman of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE END&lt;br 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title='denan&apos;s birthday celebration pictures'/><author><name>Oliver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15442387596907158039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aryp2zgzFGY/SJwlcHghhkI/AAAAAAAAAGk/AZFt2kHjQ1E/s72-c/DSC_0052.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3952583482281027826.post-8753244042101515607</id><published>2008-08-07T00:43:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T00:52:14.994+08:00</updated><title type='text'>all these fucking people and their fucking attitude problem</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;WAZZAH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;all these fucking people and their fucking attitude problem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;some of my fucking classmates dont only have fucking attitude problem, they are also fucking selfish..take this asshole for example..he wont even lend me his experiment 4 because he says the answer is in the freakin green APP book.but i can't seem to find the fucking answers thats why i want to borrow your answers...duh..so just fucking lend it to me.it's not like i want to fucking copy your answers.i just wanna fucking see, damnit.&lt;br /&gt;and then there's this friend of mine who's attitude is getting worse..i mean seriously, u cannot take jokes??? why so serious? nxt time at least think before speaking..the things u say sometimes can really hurt people.i mean wth...doesnt mean i treat u nice and dont attitude u at all, u can climb all over me and act like u're the freakin boss..look, the only reason why i dont scold u back is because i respect my friends and i dont wanna be rude.cos if i start scolding u, u will wish that i didnt start.i didnt treat u nice so that i can be treated like shit in return.u wanna make a comparison of all the things i did for u and what u did for me??? if i rmb correctly, u didnt do shit for me..it was always me, me, me..everything.and what did u ever do for me in return? speak to me with that fucking attitude of yours? i dont need this shit man...where the fuck are your freakin manners? why the fuck am i always being so nice to u? u cant even do a simple thing like talking with no fucking attitude problem..watch that little mouth of yours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;and then there's the girl i like who seems like she's too busy to make time for me..damn.that's kinda sad huh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OHH WELL, on a lighter note..i finally finished my fucking APP reports! only left with one stupid question from expt 4.i can't finish this because some selfish asshole wont lend me his answer.in fact, i finished all of my reports including the aircraft system ones.finally got rid of all the reports..1 more step left though.PRINT.the fucking printer at home wont fucking print.the ink seriously runs out damn fast.i wonder why..maybe someone drinks my printer ink.fucking sick bastard..&lt;br /&gt;oh ya...i had a big shock just now.the stupid melody box couldnt work.there was no freakin melody coming out of the freakin box.then i realised the stupid switch wiring broke.kanina...i thought i was finally done with it but looks like i'm not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCK! and it's only 2 more weeks to exams..out of 4 papers, 3 are memory-based.okay, die...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apart from reports and sch, my life has been as usual.one memorable event would be denan's birthday bbq celebration on 1st august.it was quite successful.will upload the pic another day..it's too late now and i'm lazy.denan, i hope u enjoyed it..take care bro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3952583482281027826-8753244042101515607?l=handguns-and-secondchances.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://handguns-and-secondchances.blogspot.com/feeds/8753244042101515607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3952583482281027826&amp;postID=8753244042101515607' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;WAZZAH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally! an update.after i don't know how long..(lazy to count)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to be emo or not.your choice..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;emo:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;starting to feel sick of the way u treat me, i guess maybe it's becoming too much for me to take..it so happened that i was there for u when u needed someone to msg because someone else wouldn't reply or u had to wait really long for that person to reply.i was always there for u.i was always there to help u when u needed help here and there.and we hung out together quite alot.but slowly, i guess u started to get bored or smth..when u ask for help now, i'll still do my best to help u.but even a simple request like meeting u or going back with u, u have to think abt it.is that too much to ask? after all the help i offered.now friends can't even go back together huh..? it's like we're slowly drifting apart and all i wanted was to have a good friend.someone i could share my day with, someone to keep me company if need be.but it seems like u're never there when i need someone.i don't know man..sometimes i wonder if u're just using me to help u get what u want.it feels like u only look for me when u need help with smth, other than that u try to stay away from me as much as possible.sometimes i wonder if i'm just a substitute.well, it sure seems like it.maybe somethings i say here will hurt u.but if i don't say them, i would be the one hurting.and that feeling sucks.maybe u never realised what u're doing to me, maybe u don't know.it feels like u're treating me like how that "someone" treated u, not replying u, not wanting to meet u and all that.except that for me, i got no one to talk to this abt.i guess u just don't know..or maybe i'm just thinking too much.i don't know...u tell me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ome:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;beach soccer was great and fun as well.but we didn't play very well.started really shaky at the beginning, built up as we played more but i guess we just didn't play together long enough..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hook'd was actually quite successful and it was fun too.beach soccer, bossa ball, band competition, free coke (although it was coke zero, tastes kinda bad), beach babes, the sun, the sand and the sea..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm, what have i been doing the past few weeks? oh ya...after hook'd i went home to get the car.drove to dhoby for the first time with denan, darren, kenneth and vincent.went to catch a midnight movie, hellboy 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the following week, drove to dhoby again and i parked at exactly the same lot i parked the week before in plaza singapura.can't rmb the lot number though..but it was on the 4th floor.went to catch a midnight movie again.this time with denan, desiree, fatin, zaid and jianyao.we watched the dark knight.man, i gotta say this..one of the best movies ever..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;drove to simpang for supper on one of the days last week with the usual company including some others.had a gd laugh with kenneth's story-telling session..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was looking forward to this saturday for denan's birthday celebration.but he didn't manage to book a chalet or a bbq pit..hahaha.dude, not everything can be done last min u know? it doesn't always work out that way..hahaha.btw, if any of u didn't know..denan is my best buddy.he's like my brother from a different mother.maybe i'll be the first to wish him an advanced happy 19th birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY PUNDEK! you're getting old..but we're brothers for life man.rmb, i always got your back.take care yo...&lt;br /&gt;p.s. ratna, take good care of him will u? hahah(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright, i guess i'll end here.maybe i'll return after a week or 2..or maybe tmr.hahah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i love the 'sun'.i miss the way she calls me.&lt;br /&gt;thursday, please come quickly.if it's the third time, it ought to mean smth.and i've decided.the next time i see u by coincidence, i'm gonna go up to u and say whatever i gotta say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3952583482281027826-7772378024986133404?l=handguns-and-secondchances.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://handguns-and-secondchances.blogspot.com/feeds/7772378024986133404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3952583482281027826&amp;postID=7772378024986133404' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3952583482281027826/posts/default/7772378024986133404'/><link rel='self' 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better..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i seriously don't understand why.u used to reply all the time and we could msg like non-stop.damn, i miss those days..now it seems like u don't even bother to reply sometimes.always giving the same reason.when u needed someone i was always there for u, but when i just need someone to talk to, u're nowhere to be found.it feels as though u're just using me.when u need someone to be there for u, u look for me.but other than that u can't even be bothered about me.everytime i receive your msg, no matter how fucking busy i am i would always reply u first before going back to whatever i was doing.i always say that soccer is my life and i can even reply u while playing soccer.i'm always checking my phone, wondering if u replied even though i know my phone didn't ring.all i ask for is that u reply my msg.even if its after a few hours or damn long, at least reply my msg? is that too much to ask? feeling so unappreciated.always treat people so nicely but its not even appreciated.sometimes i wonder why i still do this.when i need someone to talk to, i always think that i could go to you, but you never seem to be there..ohh well, i guess i'll never understand what's going through your mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3952583482281027826-7534624094575119999?l=handguns-and-secondchances.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://handguns-and-secondchances.blogspot.com/feeds/7534624094575119999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3952583482281027826&amp;postID=7534624094575119999' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3952583482281027826/posts/default/7534624094575119999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3952583482281027826/posts/default/7534624094575119999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://handguns-and-secondchances.blogspot.com/2008/07/another-fucked-up-friday.html' title='another fucked up friday'/><author><name>Oliver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15442387596907158039</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-3952583482281027826.post-6826265887041993701</id><published>2008-07-08T18:49:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T19:41:28.417+08:00</updated><title type='text'>here without you</title><content type='html'>WAZZAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn long nvr update because there's nth to update..my life is as boring as usual and tests are coming.i'll most probably fail em all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here we go again..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's not helping, just making it worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;iknowiliedtouallthiswhile&lt;br /&gt;andididn'tdaretotellyou&lt;br /&gt;butiguessiwasjustafraid&lt;br /&gt;cosiwasafraidoflosingyou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3952583482281027826-6826265887041993701?l=handguns-and-secondchances.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://handguns-and-secondchances.blogspot.com/feeds/6826265887041993701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3952583482281027826&amp;postID=6826265887041993701' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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something happened that seriously pissed me off.fucking spoiler ah sia.my mood was actually quite good before that.then suddenly kenna scolded for drinking in club.i sit there quietly reading newspaper suddenly kenna scolded sia.nvr find trouble or what, just sit there quietly only.its not like u don't do it yourself.nxt time u drink water from water bottle also cannot ah.and it's not like i fucking run around the club splashing lemon tea on the floor like some fucking retard."lalala~! i'm splashing lemon tea on the floor! scold me! scold me!" and i nvr fucking spill anything.even if i spilled it, i would clean it up myself. i won't fucking ask u to lick it off the table or whatever..so chill out.don't have to vent your anger on me and the other innocent fellas.i know i do that sometimes, but it wasn't me today so i got the right to be pissed.from happy mood became damn sian after that..thanks ah.i'm feeling emo all over again.i respect u as my friend that's why i say sorry.if not i fuck u up already ah sia..always get pissed when emo ppl affect your mood.u also do that what..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess it might just remain this way for the rest of my life..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hopefully, denan's birthday party chalet would be one hell of a party..can't wait.hahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hopefully, she'll say yes to going..&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3952583482281027826-3753138209577538349?l=handguns-and-secondchances.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://handguns-and-secondchances.blogspot.com/feeds/3753138209577538349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3952583482281027826&amp;postID=3753138209577538349' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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asyiq, khalis, zaki and alvin today.after so long, finally get to play soccer again.play a while only tired already.hahaha.smoke too much..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shisha with denan, amron, farhan, fatin, zaid, miswan, toh and puppy, huixian and psychotic hamster(: yesterday..hahaha.shiok&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw, i have decided.i'm not gonna quit for u or anyone else, maybe only for myself in the future.as the saying goes, "once a smoker, always a smoker".that's oliver for u..i know exactly what u're doing, but i'm just keeping quiet.cause i don't really care anymore.i'm seriously feeling damn lousy now.but i don't wanna emo over this stupid thing anymore.sick and tired..and i so agree with what farhan says.damn, what's the use of having friends that can't be bothered to reply u, won't answer your call or don't even wanna meet u? just rmb, if u ever need me, i'll be there for u.but u don't have to be there for me, cause it doesn't matter(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mixed feelings, mixed fruits, mixed...what else is mixed?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3952583482281027826-1197481715004969522?l=handguns-and-secondchances.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://handguns-and-secondchances.blogspot.com/feeds/1197481715004969522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3952583482281027826&amp;postID=1197481715004969522' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3952583482281027826/posts/default/1197481715004969522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3952583482281027826/posts/default/1197481715004969522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://handguns-and-secondchances.blogspot.com/2008/07/mixed-feelings.html' title='mixed feelings'/><author><name>Oliver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15442387596907158039</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-3952583482281027826.post-7234306539048159038</id><published>2008-06-24T23:17:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T23:44:22.807+08:00</updated><title type='text'>20 random facts</title><content type='html'>WAZZAH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apparently, denan said alot of people tagged me to do this but i didn't realised..until now.so here goes...&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Write 20 facts about yourself then tag the same amount of people as minutes it takes you to write the facts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.please don't worry about me,i'm fine.that's what i always say but i was never fine..&lt;br /&gt;2.my dad was a millionaire when i was a kid..notice the word 'was'.&lt;br /&gt;3.i think that 20 is fucking alot of random facts to write about myself.&lt;br /&gt;4.wanted to run every morning of the holidays but ended up only running on the FIRST DAY!!! hahaha&lt;br /&gt;5.thanks to my fyp, i fucking hate pro-e.&lt;br /&gt;6.listening to go on girl by ne-yo right now,starting to like it very much..&lt;br /&gt;7.had a bad day today, that's why i'm doing this random facts shit..cos i'm bored&lt;br /&gt;8.i used to be a high jumper in pri sch.unbelievable? believe it..&lt;br /&gt;9.i wanna be a professional Luger&lt;br /&gt;10.i seriously hope my dad let's me drive by myself real soon,cos i fucking need to use the car..&lt;br /&gt;11.i'm a bum.jolene tried persuading me to study but she failed miserably.hahaha&lt;br /&gt;12.what?! i'm only at 12?! damn,i'm slow.i usually blog really fast but keep adding stuff in when i remember that i missed out smth.&lt;br /&gt;13.paranoid, think too much.&lt;br /&gt;14.actually,i don't really know what to write about, so i take reference from some of denan's.copy i mean..hahah.&lt;br /&gt;15.i hate sch! well, who doesn't?&lt;br /&gt;16.and i agree with denan.i want an exclamation mark in my name too!&lt;br /&gt;17.i might be short, but something else i have isn't.WAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;18.i'm still single.all my life..&lt;br /&gt;19.hopefully, i can train in time to join denan for a marathon.&lt;br /&gt;20.finally..i wanna go to NTU to watch the dance comp this saturday and support a friend.anyone wanna come along?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i took less than a minute to do this.so i shouldn't have to tag anyone.besides,most of the people i can tag have already done it.but i'm still gonna tag someone just for the fun of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jolene(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you've been tagged! do it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3952583482281027826-7234306539048159038?l=handguns-and-secondchances.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://handguns-and-secondchances.blogspot.com/feeds/7234306539048159038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3952583482281027826&amp;postID=7234306539048159038' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3952583482281027826/posts/default/7234306539048159038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3952583482281027826/posts/default/7234306539048159038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://handguns-and-secondchances.blogspot.com/2008/06/20-random-facts.html' title='20 random facts'/><author><name>Oliver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15442387596907158039</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-3952583482281027826.post-2810013092652426144</id><published>2008-06-24T20:52:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T22:46:30.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'>such a fool</title><content type='html'>WAZZAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyone got 20bucks and a saturday to spare? let me know alrights..thanks(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i screwed up today.i don't know what i'm doing.maybe not being able to see u for so long is getting to me.i know that u need your own space sometimes and i can't always wanna meet u,msg u or whatever.missing u too much,just wanted to meet u.nxt time if u tell me not to wait, i won't.sorry for being stubborn and waiting like a fool.i guess it was too much, i won't make u irritated like that again,i won't do it again.being so stubborn all the time isn't the way either.i realised that now.sorry, oliver is such a fool.please forgive me(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;take the light and darken everything around me&lt;br /&gt;call the clouds and listen closely i'm lost without you&lt;br /&gt;call your name every day when i feel so helpless&lt;br /&gt;i've fallen down but i'll rise above this, rise above this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3952583482281027826-2810013092652426144?l=handguns-and-secondchances.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-3952583482281027826.post-8442513440009169704</id><published>2008-06-22T17:18:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T18:06:36.329+08:00</updated><title type='text'>more luging</title><content type='html'>WAZZAH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reached habourfront at abt 10 30 yesterday, was heading to rasa sentosa.but the rest were late except for zaid and fengyuan, so we had no choice but to hang around until they arrived.huixian checked in with the hotel and we waiting there for the rest.kinda boring at first, playing daidee and all..thought amron, asyiq, farhan and alvin were coming but they didn't turn up.hahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went for a swim at about 5+.pushed eugene into the pool while his specs was still on and it ended up sinking to the bottom of the 2.1m pool, so i dived down to retrieve it back.kicked zaid in the face in the pool while he was trying to grab my leg.reflex action man...not my fault.wanted to do front flips, back flips and such but there was a lifeguard there.damn...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was gonna head to vivo for dinner but ended up going for a luge race first.this time it's a different category.according to eugene, it's called street luge.saturday night races are gonna be very dangerous.the track is crowded with noob lugers and they just block up the whole damn track.eugene, zaid, huixian and me had a hard time avoiding the traffic while racing at the same time.the feeling beats day racing and night racing hands down..we actually wanted to count how many people we overtook while racing down but during the race, it was too fast and we had too little time to react to avoid the traffic and we definitely didn't have time to count how many noobs we overtook.but it was seriously dangerous.all of us got into a near accident at least once during the race down.i bet those people that saw us zoomed past had the shock of their lives.hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the 4 of us lined up in a row and set off at the same time.as usual, my straight downhill acceleration beat all of them and i took the lead.while avoiding the traffic, we also had to look out for each other and pay attention to the track.at the second turn, eugene cut onto the rocky path at the side to overtake me and at the same time knocking me to the side, allowing huixian and zaid to overtake me as well.went down the next few turns avoiding the traffic and such, until at one turn there were 3 noobs in a row and eugene, zaid and huixian were ahead so they took the curve by the inside.it was too late for me as the inside was blocked so i had no choice but to take the outside, narrowly squeezing through 2 slow lugers.at the final straight stretch, i had so much speed that i overtook huixian and zaid while pulling my brakes alil too late, ended up hitting the side of the barrier at the finishing line while knocking into zaid as well..but i still ended up 2nd.congrats to eugene for winning.zaid and huixian claims that we're cheaters cos we knocked into them.hahaha.come on guys, don't be sore.it's all part of the game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went for dinner at vivo after that and headed back to rasa sentosa..denan came at about 12 or so and we slacked for a bit then headed to the 7-11, near the koufu to get some food and drinks..spent the rest of the night playing daidee,bridge and sleeping.headed home at about 12pm today.thanks to huixian and zaid for the room and the planning.thanks to all those that came, especially denan.he came straight away after he landed in singapore and went home to unpack his stuff.made me feel kinda guilty after that, cos he could have spend his time doing other things with someone else.i was really glad he could make it.thanks dude,we're brothers for life.just realised holland lose 1 - 3 to russia when i got home.the euro 08 results is just so unexpected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today is the last day of the holidays.fuck..back to school again.noticed smth fishy going on somewhere, maybe it'll develop into smth interesting.we'll see.hahah.i always ask myself, "when is it gonna be my turn?" well, i guess we'll nvr know..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i don't know what's happening to me.start to feel damn moodless when i'm all alone, bored and having nothing to do.keep thinking about you, wondering what happened, wishing you'd reply.seems like you won't tell me what's wrong..damn, imissyou.miss your voice and everything about you.it feels so empty.i feel terrible.it's killing me.hopefully u'll pick up my call after work, hopefully i can meet you on tuesday..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3952583482281027826-8442513440009169704?l=handguns-and-secondchances.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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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-3952583482281027826.post-855352336379866298</id><published>2008-06-20T09:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T10:07:03.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'>still the undefeated Luge champion</title><content type='html'>WAZZAH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no worries guys, my family issues are resolved.i hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why do we even bother to show that we care for someone even though sometimes we're not even appreciated? sometimes we don't even get a thankyou or a reply but we still do it.the things we do for a friend..the sacrifices we make..why? maybe all we want is for them to treat us the same way as we treat them, maybe just a lil bit will do, to be there for us when we need them.the power of love or friendship, maybe? some of u guys might be thinking, "ohh damn, not all this karma bullshit again..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally!!! got to use my islander card again, after a very long time not using it.went to sentosa yesterday for a luge race with eugene, zaid, danial, jianyao, wenbin, alvin, toh and fatin.and i'm still the undefeated Luge champion! hahahah.congrats to eugene though, we had a really close fight till the end.dude, don't be sore man..it's just race strategy.hahaha.wasted, amron, denan, reeve and miswan couldn't make it.the usual race buddies..but the price has increased to 6 bucks per 2 way trip for islander card holders.damnit..they came out with a new card called the luge licence or smth like that.just have to apply for it and pass some luge test assessment or smth of that sort.and its free..maybe nxt time when everyone is gathered, we will apply for it.hahaha.like cool only.got 2 licence in my wallet nxt time, driving licence and luge licence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the rest of the day spent at sentosa was kinda boring..so i won't blog abt it.moral of the story: don't go to sentosa when u have not enough sleep.btw, those 2 girls beside us were quite hot.hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn disappointed that portugal lost 3 - 2 to germany.ricardo is lousy..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3952583482281027826-855352336379866298?l=handguns-and-secondchances.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://handguns-and-secondchances.blogspot.com/feeds/855352336379866298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3952583482281027826&amp;postID=855352336379866298' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3952583482281027826/posts/default/855352336379866298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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impossible for me because i couldn't even get to the nearest mrt station to begin with,so it was changed to 7am.and fatin emphasized not to be late, but guess what? she came the latest..hahaha.we took 170 to larkin bus terminal in jb and from there we took the konsortium coach to kl.we went to mac and dunkin donuts while waiting for the coach to depart the terminal.laughed like hell during the whole trip including the fair, unfair joke abt denan and the "chicken balls" joke..hahaha.we were just damn lame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reached the kl bus terminal in the afternoon and as soon as we alighted, there was this gay taxi driver that kept trying to touch us or smth.wtf sia? go touch yourself, asshole..we took 2 cabs, cos we got 8 ppl, to the melia hotel just opposite berjaya times square.took a long time checking in cos of some money issues but we ended up booking one room.1 room 8 ppl share sia...after that, we went for lunch and shopped around at times square and sungei wang.less than 2 days isnt enough for shopping, just keep that in mind.hahah.too much to buy and not enough money also..so ended up only buying a new pair of shoes (cos my old pair is literally falling apart) and a white and blue stripe polo tee.denan and huixian even bought a cigar worth 43 ringgit.the cigar shop was freaking cool.spend the rest of the day slacking, crapping and laughing.denan and me were like fucking lame during the whole trip.training our 6pac again..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;denan, fatin, zaid and me had to sleep on the floor in the room because the 2 couples occupied the 2 beds.they were like cuddling every chance they could get.as long as they were in the room, they were cuddling on the bed.okay...i know u all horny ah, but still....at least share the bed or smth ah sia..just a thought, but i think we should pay lesser for the room because we didn't occupy much space.hahaha.it i had a gf and she came along i would be doing that too.hahaha.but still......remind me next time not to go on a holiday with couples unless i'm going with my gf or smth.hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some people's mood swings are seriously scary..they can be all happy one moment and giving a black face the next, being emo and shit.seriously wtf?? relax ah...go holiday to enjoy yourself man.don't get angry so easily..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alot of funny shit happened in the hotel room..from pillow fights, to denan trying to get out of the room but getting stuck at the cupboard, to pretending we got wasted.while the couples were humping each other in their respective beds, the remaining four of us played bridge until we got bored and went to sleep.while everyone was already asleep, denan and me were still awake..talking abt asyiq's ass in mingjian's face during spinnovex.hahaha.asyiq should have just shit on his face or smth.hahaha.fucking funny..we just couldn't stop laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the carpet floor was seriously dirty..scratching myself the whole time while trying to sleep and to add on to that, the aircon was freaking cold.we didn't have blankets..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went for breakfast/lunch the next day and headed home..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and today i realised that my parents don't keep their promises.what's the use of making promises u can't keep?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i didn't realised i would miss u so much, it was just 2 days..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3952583482281027826-3117975228187906695?l=handguns-and-secondchances.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://handguns-and-secondchances.blogspot.com/feeds/3117975228187906695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3952583482281027826&amp;postID=3117975228187906695' title='0 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;second post of the day because something freakishly coincidental just happened.i've been missing her alot today and i can't stop thinking about her.i've been trying very hard not to think about her from evening onwards, but guess what just happened?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mum passed me a chinese newspaper article and asked me to help her check for something on the internet.it's a chinese newspaper so the words are all in chinese, EXCEPT the name of the person the article is about..and the name of the person in the article is exactly the name i've been trying so hard not to think about!!!! WTF? is this just a fucking coincidence or is it a sign? but what sign sia....stop playing these stupid tricks on me u fucker! it's not funny..what the hell are u trying to tell me?? can u just fucking tell me straight in the face?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hais, so confused...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3952583482281027826-2343418532860027685?l=handguns-and-secondchances.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://handguns-and-secondchances.blogspot.com/feeds/2343418532860027685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3952583482281027826&amp;postID=2343418532860027685' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3952583482281027826/posts/default/2343418532860027685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3952583482281027826/posts/default/2343418532860027685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://handguns-and-secondchances.blogspot.com/2008/06/freaky-coincidence.html' title='freaky coincidence?'/><author><name>Oliver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15442387596907158039</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-3952583482281027826.post-1110148810415438089</id><published>2008-06-04T19:04:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T21:31:05.815+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i wish i knew</title><content type='html'>WAZZAH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*departmental store announcement music*&lt;br /&gt;warning, i might be high and crazy right now due to emo overdose (same effect as drug overdose, just in case u're wondering).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i fucking hate pro-e..just one fucking 2-d drawing had to be fucking redrawn abt 6 to 8 fucking times just because it couldn't be fucking saved.just let me fucking save the fucking drawing and get on with my fucking life, damnit.fucking fyp is making my fucking life so much more fucking miserable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;count the number of 'fucking' inside that paragraph if u want to.prizes will be given out.1st prize, psp or nds.2nd prize, ipod.3rd prize, cold hard cash.first come, first serve basis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today at lunch, denan was telling me abt nostradamus' philosophy that the world is gonna end in 2012 or something like that..hmm, i wonder if that will come true.but if it could be scientifically proven, what would u do if u know when u're gonna die? what would u do for your loved ones? how would u fulfill your dreams? how about me? i will probably ..................................................................................................................... blog about it next time.hopefully before 2012.hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*yesterday, all my trouble seems so far away~...*&lt;br /&gt;yesterday, we were talking abt how sometimes when we're sms-ing and the other person takes a really long time to reply or doesn't reply at all (especially when it's a girl), we'll read through what we sent earlier and start to wonder if we said something wrong.if u're busy it's understandable, but if u're rotting away at home how busy can u possibly get? it probably won't take more than an hour or two to reply.and we're still wondering why.anyone care to tell us? even denan agrees with me on this, although he was once like that..hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for people who think too much, like denan and i,  it's quite difficult for us to assume that there's nothing wrong with our msg.paranoia is a disturbed thought process, characterized by excessive anxiety or fear.that's what we suffer from, but we can't help it, it's part of our personality.hahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it feels kinda weird not msging u the whole day,feels as though something is missing..if only there was a free unlimited sms plan, then maybe we could msg forever and ever...hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;too much of a good thing is a bad thing.get that in your head, boy.stop doing this to yourself,cause u're the only one suffering..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's okay, i get bored and pissed with myself at times as well, so i understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if 'missing u' is 'lame', then i must be lame.6 days and counting...how many more will it be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if u're thinking of claiming the prize for counting the number of 'fucking', i've got two words for u.DREAM ON..hahaha.maybe i'll give u after 2012, if we're still alive.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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knew'/><author><name>Oliver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15442387596907158039</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-3952583482281027826.post-6649955306112945608</id><published>2008-06-03T23:40:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T21:16:30.279+08:00</updated><title type='text'>new</title><content type='html'>WAZZAH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this day started kinda sucky and boring too..fyp in the late morning to afternoon.had botak jones for lunch and hariz drove us back to sch.after fyp went to club to slack a while, while waiting for amron.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that went to meet some BE people at cine and we ate LJS again..twice in 3 days.got to meet new and friendly ppl.talk crapp and laughed like hell.like amron always say, "laugh until got 6pac".hahaha.that's all for today.maybe going to accompany denan to run..i mean he run while i cycle.hahaha.what a lazy bum huh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i realised something, emo-ness is all a cycle.when somebody emo finish and is happy again, there will always be someone else that will fall into the trap and start to become emo..just like the smoker's cycle.when one smoker quits, another smoker will appear.hahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3952583482281027826-6649955306112945608?l=handguns-and-secondchances.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://handguns-and-secondchances.blogspot.com/feeds/6649955306112945608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3952583482281027826&amp;postID=6649955306112945608' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;monophobia is an acute fear of being alone and having to cope without a specific person, or perhaps any person, in close proximity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i suffer from that.i have an acute fear of being alone and having to cope without u.hahaha.well, that makes me kinda useless, doesn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish i knew what to do to cheer u up.feel so useless sometimes,can't cheer u up when u're sad.all i could say was, "dont be sad pls.smile okay? (: it isn't always your fault." like that's gonna cheer anyone up..hahh.i guess your mood really affects me.knowing that u're sad but not being able to do anything just makes it worse.if there is a moment when i don't think of u, it will only be when my mind isn't functioning anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;déjà vu also called paramnesia, is the experience of feeling sure that one has witnessed or experienced a new situation previously or when an individual feels as though an event has already happened or has repeated itself.yeah, that just happened to me.doesn't it happen to most of u too? sometimes our mind let's us see a lil bit of our future.hmm, i wonder why...maybe one day in our dreams, we'll see the scene just before our death and it will happen the very next day.that will be cool.cause we'll know how we die..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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title='useless'/><author><name>Oliver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15442387596907158039</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-3952583482281027826.post-276544497442105110</id><published>2008-06-01T00:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-01T00:58:31.575+08:00</updated><title type='text'>quite a funny day</title><content type='html'>WAZZAH!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woke up at abt 12 today.watched the guardian on HBO and jumper after that.rot at home for the rest of the day..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when to cityhall starbucks to chill for abit at 8 30.thought huishan was coming but she got lazy, i think..hahah.ordered the usual chocolate cream chip frapp, my favourite starbucks drink.slacked for a while, talked for abit and left at 11.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is where the funny part comes in..when we were walking from suntec starbucks to the mrt station, there was this weirdo acting like he was driving a car, including sound effects and all..the sound effects was quite gd actually.but he was just weird..he raced down the escalator and followed the walls as if the walls were the race circuit.maybe he preparing for the F1 race ah...hahaha.this is how part of his race circuit goes..it goes down the new underpass from suntec,passing through citylink mall and up the escalator to the marina square entrance.that's the part of the circuit i saw.maybe it goes a long way more..he was covered in sweat and had a bottle of water in his hand.i think he has a 100 lap endurance race to finish..we should have raced with him just now, then at least he wouldn't be so lonely and it seems like fun.hahaha.i think he took his driving test a million times and could never get his licence, then he lost his mind and spends his time "racing" around the cityhall area without a car.what an interesting fella..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the train home, there was this really cute kid that was saying byebye to random strangers on the train before alighting..even said byebye to me.hahah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3952583482281027826-276544497442105110?l=handguns-and-secondchances.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://handguns-and-secondchances.blogspot.com/feeds/276544497442105110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3952583482281027826&amp;postID=276544497442105110' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3952583482281027826/posts/default/276544497442105110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3952583482281027826/posts/default/276544497442105110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://handguns-and-secondchances.blogspot.com/2008/06/quite-funny-day.html' title='quite a funny day'/><author><name>Oliver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15442387596907158039</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-3952583482281027826.post-6677561666270542000</id><published>2008-05-31T00:56:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-31T02:42:42.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ignored/non-existent</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;WAZZAH&lt;/span&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCK ALL THIS SHIT MAN...I'M FUCKING SICK AND TIRED..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*read at your own risk,if read already not happy let me know*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no mood to say but it's the trademark so ya...one of the worst fucking days ever.it just keeps getting worse.already so fucking stressed with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;FYP&lt;/span&gt;.need to figure out how to get fucking 100 000 bucks to purchase the motion platform.if not our project might be not as good as it's supposed to be..feel so helpless,so useless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and to add on to that,&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;kenna&lt;/span&gt; ignored like some fucking loser.people who i always considered as friends totally ignored me.it was as though i wasn't there, as though i was non-existent..so sad and disappointed.asked them who wanna go play pool? some like interested..after finish the stupid &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;AGM&lt;/span&gt; shit, all want to go back to club.don't wanna go tell me first &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;lah&lt;/span&gt;,fuck...walk all the way back to club then tell me don't want.we used to be close friends..always going out together and stuff.after u 2 got together i become extra, not important anymore..even people who consider me as their good friends ignored me.when leaving business block,talk to u halfway then just walk away..luckily still got &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;clare&lt;/span&gt; walk with me, if not so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;emo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;sia&lt;/span&gt;..i wonder how people stay so positive all the time.how can u fucking stay positive when all this shit keeps fucking happening to u? even the girl i care most about didn't even realised anything, never even ask what happened when i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;nvr&lt;/span&gt; reply.u know &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;i'll&lt;/span&gt; always reply u as soon as i get your &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;msg&lt;/span&gt;.the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;indescribable&lt;/span&gt; feeling of missing you..called but no answer.i guess u must be asleep.i need u..might not be able to see u for 3 weeks,i wonder how will i survive..where's everyone when u need them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe sometimes pangseh them cos of "other reasons".now kenna retribution ah...as vincent always say, "karma".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so when we become year 3 we're not important anymore.all those people u always thought cared &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;abt&lt;/span&gt; u just don't seem to care, don't seem to give a damn &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;abt&lt;/span&gt; u..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;luckily got reeve and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;denan&lt;/span&gt; at least..bros for life man..sorry if i scared u,&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;ratna&lt;/span&gt;.i didn't mean it.i was seriously pissed, felt like an outcast, totally &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;kenna&lt;/span&gt; ignored by people..i always tried to be there for them when they needed someone.not one of them even bothered when i needed someone.hahh..maybe die also they don't know.sad sia..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;miswan&lt;/span&gt;, i totally agree with u.u said that when i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;emo&lt;/span&gt;, the whole world seems to be at fault.that's so true cos &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; fucking sick and tired of my life.study,&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;fyp&lt;/span&gt;,friends,stress,everything comes into the picture.what a fucked up, boring life..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn,i need to go for anger management.my temper is getting from bad to worse..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when all is lost, when no one gives a damn about u.don't worry, there's still one thing that will always be there to accompany u.cigarettes...they will never ignore u.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one more fucking thing that makes me fucking pissed.u already fucking graduate,mingjian.stop fucking coming back.get a life ah sia.go work or something.see u fucking anti-climax sia.faster go army and shave your balls.everytime see denan must bastard him for what? fucking racist bastard..he indian so what? must keep on insulting him ah, motherfucker? u act like u gd friends with him only, keep on insulting.if not in sch he fucking whack u up already ah,u fucking pussy.only know how to talk..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when no one gives a damn about you, that's how i feel.so lonely........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love hurts&lt;br /&gt;But sometimes it's a good hurt&lt;br /&gt;And it feels like I'm alive&lt;br /&gt;Love sings&lt;br /&gt;When it transcends the bad things&lt;br /&gt;Have a heart and try me&lt;br /&gt;Cause without love I won't survive  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3952583482281027826-6677561666270542000?l=handguns-and-secondchances.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://handguns-and-secondchances.blogspot.com/feeds/6677561666270542000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3952583482281027826&amp;postID=6677561666270542000' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3952583482281027826/posts/default/6677561666270542000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3952583482281027826/posts/default/6677561666270542000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://handguns-and-secondchances.blogspot.com/2008/05/ignorednon-existent.html' title='ignored/non-existent'/><author><name>Oliver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15442387596907158039</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-3952583482281027826.post-6284657492068756487</id><published>2008-05-29T19:14:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T19:50:09.431+08:00</updated><title type='text'>maybe i got cancer</title><content type='html'>WAZZAH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy birthday, jolene! (: u're finally 19.hahah.i'll pass u your present another day, cos i can't meet u today.sorry..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my hair's dropping..i'm balding..maybe i got cancer.smoke too much ah..hahah.since already like that, might as well start again.should i? cos there's like no point in quitting, really and it adds to the 'bored-to-do-list'.what would u do if i started smoking again? hmm,i wonder..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, i want my life to be simple too.maybe it's too simple, that's why my life is so boring..so lifeless.just wanted to apologise to all the people that got bored of me my whole life.i'm just a boring, lifeless zombie..bear with me.i guess sometimes,i'm the one spoiling the mood..hahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry miswan.i've got a serious problem with setting my priorities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i had a hard time thinking this through...maybe it's the right thing to do..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3952583482281027826-6284657492068756487?l=handguns-and-secondchances.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://handguns-and-secondchances.blogspot.com/feeds/6284657492068756487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3952583482281027826&amp;postID=6284657492068756487' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3952583482281027826/posts/default/6284657492068756487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3952583482281027826/posts/default/6284657492068756487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://handguns-and-secondchances.blogspot.com/2008/05/maybe-i-got-cancer.html' title='maybe i got cancer'/><author><name>Oliver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15442387596907158039</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-3952583482281027826.post-2298423394618333810</id><published>2008-05-28T21:18:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T21:57:22.731+08:00</updated><title type='text'>damn,what's with all these emo people?</title><content type='html'>WAZZAH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damnit..the days just keep getting worse.mech3 is finally over but it doesn't feel shiok at all.was supposed to do fyp but ended up going to cityhall.i regretted..fucking hell.what's with all these emo people? there was this emo vibe that somehow affected me..fucking sian.why do people still emo when they have someone who cares for them and spend time with them? hmm,i wonder..i want also don't have sia.getting damn sick of all this shit..school,fyp...BLAH BLAH BLAH!! RARH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's been 5 days.damn,i seriously miss u.can't stop thinking about u.keep checking my phone every few mins to see if u replied even though i know my phone didn't ring.maybe talking to me doesn't cheer u up anymore..cos i'm a dull, boring and lifeless zombie..hahh.always act like i'm okay,but i guess it's all fake.somehow the gloomy feeling is still there and it comes back in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;IT'S FUCKING RANDOM, DON'T BOTHER READING.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;feeling the emo vibe..&lt;br /&gt;emo is taking over..again..&lt;br /&gt;keeps happening to me..&lt;br /&gt;this is fucking pissing me off..&lt;br /&gt;can't stop feeling this way..&lt;br /&gt;i think i need help..&lt;br /&gt;what's wrong with me..&lt;br /&gt;don't know what's happening..&lt;br /&gt;confusing myself as usual..&lt;br /&gt;producing random sentences..&lt;br /&gt;makes no sense at all..&lt;br /&gt;i lie awake because i'm scared..&lt;br /&gt;tmr might not be the same..&lt;br /&gt;don't wanna lose u..&lt;br /&gt;i wished you'd be mine..&lt;br /&gt;don't know what i'm typing..&lt;br /&gt;thinking too much..&lt;br /&gt;being too paranoid..&lt;br /&gt;got no idea what's what..&lt;br /&gt;if i had just one wish..&lt;br /&gt;take emo away for good..&lt;br /&gt;don't want it to affect me..&lt;br /&gt;it's fucking making me pissed..&lt;br /&gt;i miss you like crazy..&lt;br /&gt;what the hell is all this crapp..&lt;br /&gt;when u're with me..&lt;br /&gt;don't know what i'm doing..&lt;br /&gt;don't know what i'm talking..&lt;br /&gt;don't know what i'm thinking..&lt;br /&gt;getting lost in this maze..&lt;br /&gt;fucking sick and tired of sch..&lt;br /&gt;fucking fyp is so fucking sian..&lt;br /&gt;emo/pissed at the same time..&lt;br /&gt;just being fucking random..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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people?'/><author><name>Oliver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15442387596907158039</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-3952583482281027826.post-1222537108363472966</id><published>2008-05-27T23:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T23:43:34.572+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the lil things</title><content type='html'>WAZZAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what a boring day.stayed at home to study for mech3 test tmr.ended up only studying for an hour or two and spent the rest of the day slacking.special thanks to leon for always helping me sign my attendance.hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i do this when i'm bored, that's right..i blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess sometimes it's just the lil things that people do or dont do that affects you in one way or another.somehow we don't realise,something that might seem insignificant to u might mean alot to somebody else and might even make their day.but sometimes we take these lil things for granted.only realising how much we miss it after it's gone but it's too late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn, i feel so bored without you..u don't know how important u are.hahaha.i'm glad you came online(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mech3 test tmr..i think i studied just enough.but i might not know how to do tmr..gdluck to me.there's seriously no motivation to study anymore..life's just too boring,especially school.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3952583482281027826-1222537108363472966?l=handguns-and-secondchances.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://handguns-and-secondchances.blogspot.com/feeds/1222537108363472966/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-3952583482281027826.post-2254058402793529537</id><published>2008-05-26T20:18:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T14:52:35.345+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the ups and downs</title><content type='html'>WAZZAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;firstly, happy 19th and 18th birthday to anand and zaki(abang) respectively.wishing u all the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went for gems in the morning and screwed up the presentation.we had so much time to do the fucking project but we did it so last min..but at least he wont fail us.anyways it's gems...screw it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then met up with denan.on the way to dover mrt to wait for anand, we saw a dead rat in the middle of the pavement near the street soccer courts.it was dead and soggy..sick.after taking a pic or two of the rat, we went for pool at dhoby.i thought shafiee was coming along but turns out denan thought i asked him and i thought denan asked him..so yeah, he wasn't informed.so while we were at the pool place, denan said he needed to go to the toilet.but he had other plans.he went to help another friend arti, prepare the cake.then he called anand, saying that arti fell down somewhere and asked him to hurry to them.surprise, out came the cake.played more pool and carl's junior for lunch.gave anand a few birthday bashes here and there..until he lost count.hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the karadora booth was a fc2 today and pohhsian was there.so i decided to go visit him..since denan also wanted to take a look at the harddisk price.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after lessons, went to club and there were quite a few ppl there.adillah (did i spell that right?) was waving crazily. and we had a birthday bash for zaki as well..his was way more painful than anand's..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;headed home with huishan after that.she thinks the mouse nose action is funny.hahaha.was told abt some stuff and i thought i was okay about it at first but upon reaching home i realised that i wasn't..i always wonder why we sacrifice so much for others sometimes and we get nothing in return, but we still do it knowing what's going to happen.what's that all about? and i know that i might get nothing out of this but i'll still do it all for you(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;am i slowly being forgotten?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3952583482281027826-2254058402793529537?l=handguns-and-secondchances.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://handguns-and-secondchances.blogspot.com/feeds/2254058402793529537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3952583482281027826&amp;postID=2254058402793529537' title='0 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type='html'>WAZZAH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the new champions of Europe, Man Utd was crowned early this morning, following a scoreline of a 1 - 1 draw, courtesy of Ronaldo and Lampard and a 6 - 5 penalty shootout, with Van Der Sar saving the deciding penalty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another boring day in school as usual, went at 1pm instead of 8am.did fyp after that and it drained most of my brain power by the end of it.the amount of drawings to be done is like never ending or maybe we're just slow..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's a new way to go home..in addition to the existing options i already have, like NEL, yishun and pasir ris.i realised that by taking 105 and changing to 53, i can also reach home in about the same time as when i take the train.what's more, there's the company of karen which means it won't be a boring journey home.hahah.i realised that i'm kinda like a noob when it comes to taking bus.today is the first time i took the new cool-looking sbs bus.although it looks cool, it's kinda sucky as there are only 30 seats.okay, i got bored that i counted the number of seats..hahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright that's all for today..changed the blog song by the way.it's roses for the dead by funeral for a friend.enjoy...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3952583482281027826-1875446686995740635?l=handguns-and-secondchances.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://handguns-and-secondchances.blogspot.com/feeds/1875446686995740635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3952583482281027826&amp;postID=1875446686995740635' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3952583482281027826/posts/default/1875446686995740635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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it's fucking boring right now.it's only the second time this semester that i reached home when there's still daylight.it just goes to show how screwed up school is..hahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;left school at 11+ today with mark.mark is seriously freakin lame...hahah.he headed to tanahmerah and i headed to kembangan.was gonna accompany jolene to her dental place to change the rubberband for her braces. "suntanned" or baked myself for 15 mins while waiting for her to come out of her house.she keeps watching her shoes and dont wanna go bathe.opps i mean shows.hahaha.and the weather is freakin hot man..her dental place is near central @ clarke quay called soho2.that place is cool man.got this "secret agent" feeling to it.first, you have to talk through the intercom to get past the glass door.then the lift and after the lift, there's this automated metal door that swings open when u're gonna walk through.fucking cool place man..like so secretive only.hahah.after the dental, accompanied her shopping..she had to look for a "basket" bag as a friend's birthday present.hahaha basket bag...0.o after looking around for some time, she decided to buy the bag from city plaza at payalebar there.she spoke chinese to the sales ppl.can u believe it??? today is the first time i ever hear her speak chinese.her chinese sounds damn cute lah.hahaha.and i seriously don't understand how girls can shop for hours and hours...i almost lost my legs today.hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so many choices, so many consequences.which route to take? what are we supposed to do? everybody's changing and i don't feel the same... i wish i could tell the future, but then again it wouldn't be that interesting when the exact thing happens..damn, this is confusing.sometimes they act like they don't care but there's the feeling that they do.sometimes they act like they do care and u know they mean it.but they just don't wanna show it.why?? why?? i wish i could understand but i guess i just can't figure it out.it's too difficult..i guess we'll just see what happens.....patience, my young padawan *yoda voice*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i go crazy once in a while nowadays..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH YA! i almost forgot.for some soccer fans, it's one of the most important matches of the season.the champions league final!!! Man Utd vs Chelsea.damn, i can't wait..may the best team win.obviously i will be rooting for Man Utd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;holdon,ifyoufeellikelettinggo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3952583482281027826-5549326495273510258?l=handguns-and-secondchances.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://handguns-and-secondchances.blogspot.com/feeds/5549326495273510258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3952583482281027826&amp;postID=5549326495273510258' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3952583482281027826/posts/default/5549326495273510258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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drew today i had to draw twice..damn, what a waste of time.but whatever it is, i'm still in a good mood somehow.hahah.besides that, sch is still as boring as ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohya, 1 more thing.huishan says that cutting hair changes luck.believe it? hahah.she might be right after all.something changed after i got a haircut and my thumbdrive spoilt today.it's either my luck is changing from good to bad after the haircut or it's just karma trying to be funny..karma again..kanina....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3952583482281027826-7718659752602805043?l=handguns-and-secondchances.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://handguns-and-secondchances.blogspot.com/feeds/7718659752602805043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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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-3952583482281027826.post-6933892465914803408</id><published>2008-05-19T22:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T23:21:30.591+08:00</updated><title type='text'>that got me thinking</title><content type='html'>WAZZAH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i finally got my haircut! its much shorter now..as in shorter like last time.will upload the before and after pics someday when i'm not feeling as lazy as i'm now.i can feel the wind blowing past my ears again..before that it was so long that even i had a hard time finding my ears, let alone the wind.hahaha.it seems kinda nice if it is styled but then again, i can't decide on which is nicer.long hair or short hair..the hairstylist said she like my natural curl hair.hahah.i've always wanted straight,spiky hair..didn't really appreciate curly hair until now.it actually looks kinda cool when it's long..there's the emo look.hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to meet eugene, toh, fart, jianyao, huishan and zaid.even though denan and i were late, huishan was later(lazy sia this girl)..and zaid was even later.hahaha.walked around for a bit..oh ya huishan, i told u i would find bubble tea for u and the shop magically appeared.hahah(: huishan told me something that got me thinking..hmm, i kinda don't really know what to do..kinda lost in a way.damn, is it a lil bit too early to ask or will i regret if i wait longer? dinner at pizzahut was hilarious..from the sudden rage of zaid to the "kill the chicken" crapp.had a really good laugh though.hahah.got jolene's present from ripcurl after that.i hope she'll like it because i don't really know what kinda wallet she would like..her birthday is in 10 days.walked around for a lil bit more after that and headed home..but not before tempting jianyao to buy smth from topman.hahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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thinking'/><author><name>Oliver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15442387596907158039</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-3952583482281027826.post-5154577025831857292</id><published>2008-05-18T01:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T01:13:19.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'>u all kenna trick ah sia!</title><content type='html'>WAZZAH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saturday is a boring day so i got nothing to update.BUT i just felt like doing this..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;denan's "proposal" was a lie! it was all bullshit..hahaha.i only said that to tease him because he was spending alot of time with ratna, that's all.doesn't mean he spend alot of time with her means he will get together with her so soon..i can't believe so many people actually fell for it.i guess you all don't understand him well enough.hahaha.you've been punk'd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohh well, that's all i wanted to say..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3952583482281027826-5154577025831857292?l=handguns-and-secondchances.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://handguns-and-secondchances.blogspot.com/feeds/5154577025831857292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3952583482281027826&amp;postID=5154577025831857292' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3952583482281027826/posts/default/5154577025831857292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3952583482281027826/posts/default/5154577025831857292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://handguns-and-secondchances.blogspot.com/2008/05/u-all-kenna-trick-ah-sia.html' title='u all kenna trick ah sia!'/><author><name>Oliver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15442387596907158039</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-3952583482281027826.post-8823471178485454850</id><published>2008-05-16T20:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T20:26:46.119+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what a boring day</title><content type='html'>WAZZAH!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just felt like blogging but there's nothing to blog about because today is a boring day.CSW interview was quite alright..went to club after that and they were deciding whether to go out or not.but after they went for class and whatever, i decided to go home cos i was feeling damn sian..they are supposed to be meeting at 8 45 at city hall or smth but i'm too lazy to go out.besides, there's like only 4 ppl going.sorry tohlin..i would have gone if i had the car.it's so troublesome to take mrt.hahah.if everyday is gonna be so boring i rather die young..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3952583482281027826-8823471178485454850?l=handguns-and-secondchances.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://handguns-and-secondchances.blogspot.com/feeds/8823471178485454850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3952583482281027826&amp;postID=8823471178485454850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3952583482281027826/posts/default/8823471178485454850'/><link rel='self' 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worse..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO...my haircut got delayed again.everytime i make the decision to get a haircut, someone comes along and say, "wow, what did you do to your hair? nice sia!" or "hey, your hair looks cool man!" and this changes my decision again.saw azli today..and he told me something like that.i also told denan that i was gonna get a haircut today but he said that he also wanted to cut and asked me to wait for him.because we're gonna go far east supercuts.the last time we cut our hair was at the same place.hahah.hopefully i get my haircut on vesak day..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zaid and gang decided that we should go KL on the first week of holidays..and seems like alot of ppl were invited.and i mean ALOT.if everyone goes we'll be like flooding malaysia.sick...hahah.denan is going to australia for 3 days during the holidays alone to go look for his sister and i'm thinking of tagging along because i haven't been to australia before..i shall consider after he tells me the airticket price and whatever..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just a small portion dedicated to khalis..i know it's difficult to quit while we hang around smokers all day.i know you say quitting for the sake of a girl isn't worth it but try doing it for *a-hem* (u know who)..it might work out.hahah.if not just quit for some other reason u can find..i know it ain't easy but if u got the determination then go for it.gdluck man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, lazy already..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'd be lost without you and never find myself &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Let's hold onto each other above everything else&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3952583482281027826-1256227079916370166?l=handguns-and-secondchances.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-3952583482281027826.post-2180208245455580935</id><published>2008-05-14T21:25:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T21:00:28.245+08:00</updated><title type='text'>too much of FYP</title><content type='html'>WAZZAH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another boring night online..i would usually be playing ny-mafia.but sadly, i got killed yesterday and i don't feel like playing anymore..what else can i do online? blog, i guess..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;too much of FYP is a bad thing.been staying back in sch to do FYP drawings until very late almost everyday.and because of this, i've been skipping alot of classes this semester.haven't gone for lessons for the past 2 days, only went in the afternoon to do FYP.can't possibly be doing FYP every single day man..it's gonna kill us all.tests are coming up soon and i don't even know a thing abt them.i'm so gonna screw up this semester..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm becoming more clumsy and careless nowadays.dropped my phone again in the morning, on the bus.dropped my ipod when i got home.starting to do stupid things to embarass myself in public more often..damn, what's happening to me? maybe it's because of karen, her influence is too great.it's like she's transferring all her blurness into me while she seems to be able to notice things better as the days go by.hahaha.i am supposed to get a haircut today, but i didn't feel like going in the end.i have to get a haircut within the next 3 days..if not the karen volcano will erupt.hahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm,wondering how denan's "proposal" went..if u read this u better tell me what happened man..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anand and denan wanna go Escape this saturday..hahaha can u imagine?? Escape...i hope they change it to next saturday, then i can tag along.i've only been to Escape twice in my entire lifetime,a long time ago.although i live in pasir ris.hahaha.anyone wanna go??? =D speaking of going out, i haven't watched a movie for nearly 2 months plus.FYP is turning me into a no-life loser.gotta go out and chill soon, if not FYP is gonna kill me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think there's nothing interesting left to blog about today.let's hope the good karma comes back..since i'm not playing ny-mafia already, i should be able to blog everyday if i have the time.till next time then..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3952583482281027826-2180208245455580935?l=handguns-and-secondchances.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://handguns-and-secondchances.blogspot.com/feeds/2180208245455580935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3952583482281027826&amp;postID=2180208245455580935' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3952583482281027826/posts/default/2180208245455580935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3952583482281027826/posts/default/2180208245455580935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://handguns-and-secondchances.blogspot.com/2008/05/too-much-of-fyp.html' title='too much of FYP'/><author><name>Oliver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15442387596907158039</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-3952583482281027826.post-4989139000636947688</id><published>2008-05-13T23:56:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T01:23:52.515+08:00</updated><title type='text'>karma</title><content type='html'>WAZZAH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;been lazy for the past dunno how many days (lost count).suddenly got the urge to blog because i'm feeling kinda fucked up right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think the talk about karma from david phua and vincent is seriously getting to me.even my favourite show, my name is earl talks about karma all the time..all that bullshit about doing good things and good things will happen to u, vice versa..might sound like bullshit but who knows? it might even be true..hmm, have i did anything good recently? maybe more bad than good..the small little things u do that others consider good might not be good enough for the people who distributes karma around.are there even anybody that distributes karma??? okay, too much of this karma talk..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wanted to go for rock climbing camp..but ended up only going for the nightwalk.as a "ghost" again.it's already the fourth time i'm scaring people during nightwalk.it starts out fun at the beginning but starts to get boring after many groups pass your station..and lesser people gets scared by you.and i still remember denan getting kicked by the very first pair of guys he scared.IT'S FUCKING FUNNY I TELL YOU.HAHAHA..still remember his reaction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this is where the karma part comes in.i think scaring so many people for nightwalks has accumulated quite abit of bad karma and it's all starting to go against me.and of course plus all the other bad things that i've done over the years..&lt;br /&gt;#1: my leg has been itching since the nightwalk, feels like a freaking ghost possesed my freaking leg.my right ankle is filled with mosquito bites that it's swollen and i can't find my ankle.and the itch wont stop..it's been days..&lt;br /&gt;#2: been feeling really tired and lazy to study and go to sch since FYP started.it's really taking a toll on me.moreover, i've got no motivation to study anymore.i just feel so tired and hopeless.i thought mech3 was easy at the beginning of sch but it's week 5 now and i dont understand a shit..i'm so gonna screw up this semester, big time.i got no freaking idea what's OM, AVS, ACS and mech3 is about..like totally!&lt;br /&gt;#3: yesterday, my shoes which is still quite new (bought it before CNY for only $19.90!!!) sorta burst open and it looks fucking pathetic, but luckily it can still be worn.HOPEFULLY for a few more days until i get a new pair.&lt;br /&gt;#4: my w960 is spoilt because of the fall it suffered yesterday.i only realised that it wont speak or sing anymore today when i noticed that there was no sound when it rang..my w960 is mute..i didn't know the speakers were so fragile..and my alarm didn't ring in the morning, luckily i had a backup alarm clock that rang instead.&lt;br /&gt;#5: FUCK! my ny-mafia account by the name of Anything got killed on 13th may 2008 @ 11+pm.i was just a peaceful ranker and i didn't do noone no harm..why did i get capped? i was rank 32 damnit! the highest i ever went..and i was the third highest rank in the game...that kinda made me feel alot worst.all my efforts wasted.&lt;br /&gt;#6: can't seem to sleep at night.been sleeping really really late nowadays.even though there's noone to chat with online or talk to on the phone.she's busy watching a cinderella story or maybe she's asleep.1,2,3 sleep! hahaha.btw, i hope you won't be angry with me for not telling u.....i just thought it'd be better if u didn't know.i'm sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope nothing bad happens tmr.i hope nothing else spoils tmr.i can't take it anymore.hahaha.all this karma bullshit.maybe i should make a list of all the bad things i've done and try to make up for it.just like jason lee in my name is earl.that'd be cool, won't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i've decided to get a haircut one day this week.my hair is seriously in a mess every time and its too thick.it's starting to look ugly..and maybe all the bad karma is stuck in my hair..besides, "jessica alba" asked me to cut my hair (obviously a fake that insists she's the real deal).she even has a Juiced2 profile in my PSP.hahaha.karen also says i should get a haircut, so i should listen to her..sorry denan, i can't keep my hair until the day u get it cut..by then i think i could hide my whole timbuk2 bag in my hair.dont need to sling it around my shoulders anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodluck to denan for tmr.he might "pop the question"..hahaha.ohh man...so many couples around me, makes me wonder if it will ever be my turn.damn...yellowpages and her puppy, ah beng and his psychotic hamster, reeve and clare, asyiq and firah, denan and ratna.gdluck to all u couples out there, may your relationships last forever(if possible).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess that's all i gotta update for now..another time perhaps.when i'm not feeling lazy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;if u're the one for me, then when will it be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3952583482281027826-4989139000636947688?l=handguns-and-secondchances.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://handguns-and-secondchances.blogspot.com/feeds/4989139000636947688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3952583482281027826&amp;postID=4989139000636947688' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3952583482281027826/posts/default/4989139000636947688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3952583482281027826/posts/default/4989139000636947688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://handguns-and-secondchances.blogspot.com/2008/05/karma.html' title='karma'/><author><name>Oliver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15442387596907158039</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-3952583482281027826.post-839909353252983882</id><published>2008-05-03T16:28:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-03T17:17:03.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'>looks simple but it ain't</title><content type='html'>WAZZAH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's been a really long time..seeing denan updating again has made me feel like updating,although i'm still feeling lazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm, so many things happened over the weeks and i don't know where to begin.FO camp was great, ITP is finally over..although sometimes i wish i could still be working there.genting trip was awesome..but i think i might have damaged something under my ribcage.the spear from pi xiang still hurts.we went dying alot of times on the spaceshot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school kinda sucks..the f-16 flight simulator is taking up quite alot of time and this is the third or fourth time we're redrawing the model..i lost count.fyp is seriously draining up alot of my energy.don't have much time to slack in club anymore..hopefully someone will accompany me to do pro-e and stay in school till late(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was really unlucky last night.the night cycling trip was bad, well at least for me..met denan at whitesands and slacked around while waiting for the rest.zaid decided to play 'amazing race' with us.while we were waiting for them at whitesands, he called and we decided to meet at downtown east instead.denan got a drink from McCafe and zaid called again.this time he asked us to cycle all the way to the right end of pasir ris park.it's a fuckin dead end fyi..then the call came again.this time zaid said they were at  changi point.so we had no choice but to cycle out of pasir ris park and onto the main road to get to changi area.on the way to changi point, zaid called for the fourth fucking time..okay i lost count of the amount of times he called.this time he said that they were at changi village.so we headed there.the best part...my bike tyre punctured just outside changi village and i had to carry it for the rest of the journey.so in the end i couldn't cycle with the rest of them and i headed home.just how unlucky can i get? my back tyre punctured, the last time i went night cycling and the tyre being quite new punctured again yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;too many thing to blog about and some can't be blogged about..hahah.so i guess that's all i'm gonna post.i might be lazy to update for a very long time again.everything seems to be getting better now, i hope it stays that way(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3952583482281027826-839909353252983882?l=handguns-and-secondchances.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://handguns-and-secondchances.blogspot.com/feeds/839909353252983882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3952583482281027826&amp;postID=839909353252983882' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3952583482281027826/posts/default/839909353252983882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3952583482281027826/posts/default/839909353252983882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://handguns-and-secondchances.blogspot.com/2008/05/looks-simple-but-it-aint.html' title='looks simple but it ain&apos;t'/><author><name>Oliver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15442387596907158039</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-3952583482281027826.post-7572336627190964852</id><published>2008-03-25T20:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T21:08:51.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'>there's another Astons</title><content type='html'>WAZZAH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today is by far the most boring day at work.the NUS hostel foodcourt was like a ghost town.how can there be students in the hostel when it's lesson time? which idiot would wanna hold a bazaar there during the day? there were a total of only abt 7 to 8 transactions the whole day.how pathetic..but it wasn't so bad.had time to try out a new game.the sims castaway.it's way cooler than the normal sims.reminds me so much of survivor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but there was one thing good abt the NUS hostel foodcourt.they have an Astons.awesome! heard of the restaurant Astons, located somewhere along Katong? it's like one of the best restaurants that serves western cuisine.i had the best fries i've ever had in my entire life today..the taste of the crispy fries with loads of chilli and spice powder is just overwhelming.and the pricing is cheap.it's like normal school foodcourt pricing.it's so worth the money man..only $5.70 for a meal of chicken or fish with 2 side dishes to choose from.amazing, i didn't know they had an Astons in NUS.that's an interesting discovery..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, other than that..today was an ordinary day, just like any other.but there's this pesky guy that keeps turning up at our booths to look for my colleague.he's just plain irritating and the look on his face screams "HIT ME, PLEASE!" that's one pesky customer and he thinks he's so attractive and all, acting all friendly with us like he know us for a lifetime.this kinda thick skinned bastards shouldn't even exist.hahaha."HIT ME PLEASE!" and his name is dennis.what a loser..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright, time to slack.bye..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3952583482281027826-7572336627190964852?l=handguns-and-secondchances.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://handguns-and-secondchances.blogspot.com/feeds/7572336627190964852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3952583482281027826&amp;postID=7572336627190964852' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3952583482281027826/posts/default/7572336627190964852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3952583482281027826/posts/default/7572336627190964852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://handguns-and-secondchances.blogspot.com/2008/03/astons.html' title='there&apos;s another Astons'/><author><name>Oliver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15442387596907158039</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-3952583482281027826.post-8394994254320030319</id><published>2008-03-23T09:58:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T11:02:06.641+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it's the weekends again</title><content type='html'>WAZZAH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had an enjoyable good friday.went to east coast cage for soccer.didn't know where was the place at first, but i know now.it's along east coast park.like the kallang cage, but a little different.saw friends whom i haven't seen for quite a while like daryl, yongen, kenneth, deng zheng, brandon, etc..soccer was more violent than usual..it felt like i went through world war 3.hahaha.got elbowed in the face, i don't know if it was a kick or a step, but my ankle is swollen now.only found out when i got home, with the adrenaline pumping while playing, the pain just disappears.slided all over and got burnt by the turf.fell down while trying to tackle the opponent.he tripped and fell onto me.got zham at pointblank in the chest while making a last ditch tackle.but overall it was worth it.been a long time since i played, so it was definitely enjoyable.been a long time since i scored and i did a hat-trick that day..that's a gd achievement.hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saturdays as usual, rotting at home and feeling too lazy to go out.relying on the car too much, just don't feel like going out when i can't use the car.so all i do is stay home and rot.that's bad..maybe my brother will go to pasir ris park for soccer today.then i will go with him and hopefully score more goals.f1 malaysia is on in 4 hours, let's hope it's an exciting race and more crashes.hahaha.2 big epl matches coming up at night. man u vs liverpool at 9 25 and arsenal vs chelsea at 11 55.who are u rooting for? woah, sounds like an exciting sunday, doesn't it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i died today.well, on NY-Mafia that is..started playing again on the 1st of march, reached rank 25 on the 22nd of march.almost 1 rank a day.most probably the fastest ranker ever.hahaha.thanks to denan for the beers, proteinshakes, heist and OCs.some fella killed me in my sleep.i had more than a billion in total man...now i'm left with 150 million in my new account.all my money's gone.DAMNIT! and my bullets too.all 140k of them, gone..ohh well, just got resurrected and playing all over again.i'm gonna get my revenge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;f.y.i. if this game sounds interesting to u, check out ny-mafia.com.it's an online text-based mafia game.in fact, it's quite addictive.and it makes u feel like a real mafia.from petty thefts and GTAs to bank robberies and killing other mafias.earn huge amounts of money that u can never imagine, although it isn't real, u still get to enjoy the money.in the game at least..buying bullets and such to become more powerful.take over a family and run it like a real Don.choose to be a cold-blooded killer or a low-profile player.it's all in your hands.NY-Mafia..kill or be killed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha.like advertisement only..damn, i'm really bored.denan woke me up early in the morning to tell me that i died.i couldn't go back to sleep after that.decided to resurrect myself and get my revenge..alright, back to ny-mafia..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;at opposite ends of a railway track.give me your hand and hold me, i'll be the wings that keep your heart in the clouds.i know you're hurting and i wish i could take that pain all away.cos when i see you cry, it makes me wanna die..&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/3952583482281027826-8394994254320030319?l=handguns-and-secondchances.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://handguns-and-secondchances.blogspot.com/feeds/8394994254320030319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3952583482281027826&amp;postID=8394994254320030319' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3952583482281027826/posts/default/8394994254320030319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3952583482281027826/posts/default/8394994254320030319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://handguns-and-secondchances.blogspot.com/2008/03/its-weekends-again.html' title='it&apos;s the weekends again'/><author><name>Oliver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15442387596907158039</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-3952583482281027826.post-438315197309606469</id><published>2008-03-19T00:03:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-19T00:38:05.355+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fucked up</title><content type='html'>WAZZAH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i still have to do that, even though i'm not in the mood..because every post has to start with that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's been quite a while since there was an emo post..this is an emo one.read at your own risk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess it's just a case of thinking too much.all of that just happened to be a coincidence.nothing more, nothing less.i should have known all along..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fuck man..i seriously hate my life sometimes.i wonder when will it really get better..what's the fucking use of having loads of stuff that money can buy when u can't even get something as simple as that, when u can't even enjoy the simple pleasures in life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its a bad omen.i've been either meeting or hearing about fucked up assholes like that..first, there was this fucking flooder..just fucking go to hell.then there was this "ride on the grass" fucker, just die or something already.now there's this fucked up bloody fucker who scolds his gf when she goes to meet him to give him a surprise..i can't believe such assholes exist.u don't deserve a girl like her..life just isn't fair, it never is.fuck man..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't even know why u still wanna be with him when he treats u like a fucking piece of crapp.u deserve so much better, so much more..and i wish there was something i could do.but sadly, all i can do is stand by and watch..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3952583482281027826-438315197309606469?l=handguns-and-secondchances.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://handguns-and-secondchances.blogspot.com/feeds/438315197309606469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3952583482281027826&amp;postID=438315197309606469' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3952583482281027826/posts/default/438315197309606469'/><link rel='self' 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evening.my bro and i were cycling back home when we met this fucked up asshole,just beside MJC.i was cycling in front so i politely said excuse me to this man who was with his wife and daughter and i cycled past.then i realised my bro had stopped and was arguing with that man.he was insisting that the pavement was for pedestrains only and we were supposed to cycle on the grass.SERIOUSLY WTF?! since when was the pavement only for pedestrains and cyclist are supposed to be on the grass?! and he asked us to confirm that with the police..i mean seriously, the police would just laugh their ass off at his joke.but i was so pissed that he scolded my bro so i wasn't laughing at that point of time.but thinking back, it sure was funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;up till today, i didn't realised that such assholes existed here.so we continued arguing and i got really pissed, so i started using F words on him.was talking to him nicely at the beginning but u need to deal with such assholes with F words.so he said, "nono, u don't have to use the F word on me." i was like, "fuck off man.let's go, don't waste time on this fucker." and he kept insisted we were supposed to cycle on the grass and kept standing in our way.and he said, "use your brain and blahblahblah." then i replied, "ohh, u mean u have a fucking brain?" i was so fucking pissed, i was gonna start a fight with him already.luckily for him, my bro stopped me.and luckily for him, that he tried to find fault with nice people like my bro.if not for him, i would have whacked that son of a bitch.fucking unlucky man..gotta meet this kinda guy, totally spoilt my day.ohh well, there are assholes all over..i pity his wife and daughter.they got an asshole for a husband and a dad.how sad..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if i ever see him again, that motherfucker is going down.it was almost the time to use my favourite phrase on myself, "fight! fight! fight!" joke of the day man..imagine if i'm fighting with him in the middle of the pavement.then while fighting, i will be like, "fight! fight! fight!" hahaha.seriously, if anyone of u know about the law that says cyclist should be on the grass, please let me know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess i lost my cool too easily.after soccer already so tired, still have to deal with such an asshole.it's so frustrating..what to do, i'm a violent angry emo kid.it's been a long time since i got this angry.can't remember the last time though.hahah.i was so pissed, i was still shouting at him after we were cycling away..even the pedestrains ahead were so afraid they immediately moved aside.and the people at the bus stop were staring..like watch movie only! hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what a bad day..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i realised my grandmother is quite a selfish person.i'm so disappointed..but ohh well, she's still my grandmother after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and there's this MOTHERFUCKING ASSHOLE that keeps flooding my tagboard.WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU?! AND WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU WANT WITH ME?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow will be a better day..i hope.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3952583482281027826-3013656703129647214?l=handguns-and-secondchances.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://handguns-and-secondchances.blogspot.com/feeds/3013656703129647214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3952583482281027826&amp;postID=3013656703129647214' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3952583482281027826/posts/default/3013656703129647214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3952583482281027826/posts/default/3013656703129647214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://handguns-and-secondchances.blogspot.com/2008/03/fight-fight-fight.html' title='fight! fight! fight!'/><author><name>Oliver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15442387596907158039</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-3952583482281027826.post-3937748061056153784</id><published>2008-03-11T21:29:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T22:06:28.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'>east coast trip pictures</title><content type='html'>WAZZAH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;east coast trip&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aryp2zgzFGY/R9aK_BuU16I/AAAAAAAAAEk/CybNJm9LzKM/s1600-h/100_3948.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aryp2zgzFGY/R9aK_BuU16I/AAAAAAAAAEk/CybNJm9LzKM/s320/100_3948.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176477637108094882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the trip begins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aryp2zgzFGY/R9aK_xuU17I/AAAAAAAAAEs/X9s_GbOWW_Q/s1600-h/100_3955.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aryp2zgzFGY/R9aK_xuU17I/AAAAAAAAAEs/X9s_GbOWW_Q/s320/100_3955.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176477649992996786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;happy people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aryp2zgzFGY/R9aLABuU18I/AAAAAAAAAE0/Hrj6tXGOxf8/s1600-h/100_3956.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aryp2zgzFGY/R9aLABuU18I/AAAAAAAAAE0/Hrj6tXGOxf8/s320/100_3956.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176477654287964098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;like act cool only&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aryp2zgzFGY/R9aLAhuU19I/AAAAAAAAAE8/plOIrJajqyM/s1600-h/100_3959.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aryp2zgzFGY/R9aLAhuU19I/AAAAAAAAAE8/plOIrJajqyM/s320/100_3959.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176477662877898706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;group photo (look at denan's hand)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aryp2zgzFGY/R9aM9xuU1_I/AAAAAAAAAFM/_QA4xJ56NzA/s1600-h/100_3968.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aryp2zgzFGY/R9aM9xuU1_I/AAAAAAAAAFM/_QA4xJ56NzA/s320/100_3968.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176479814656514034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;happy people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aryp2zgzFGY/R9aM_huU2DI/AAAAAAAAAFs/T0k5FTeqe68/s1600-h/100_3969.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aryp2zgzFGY/R9aM_huU2DI/AAAAAAAAAFs/T0k5FTeqe68/s320/100_3969.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176479844721285170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aryp2zgzFGY/R9aLBBuU1-I/AAAAAAAAAFE/3YwifVAUjww/s1600-h/100_3961.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aryp2zgzFGY/R9aLBBuU1-I/AAAAAAAAAFE/3YwifVAUjww/s320/100_3961.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176477671467833314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;couple in action&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aryp2zgzFGY/R9aM-RuU2AI/AAAAAAAAAFU/A1wNehYoMnc/s1600-h/100_3971.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aryp2zgzFGY/R9aM-RuU2AI/AAAAAAAAAFU/A1wNehYoMnc/s320/100_3971.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176479823246448642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;look at that crazy boy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aryp2zgzFGY/R9aM-xuU2BI/AAAAAAAAAFc/dNcB6mbT6AY/s1600-h/100_3988.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aryp2zgzFGY/R9aM-xuU2BI/AAAAAAAAAFc/dNcB6mbT6AY/s320/100_3988.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176479831836383250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;coupleS in action&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aryp2zgzFGY/R9aN7RuU2GI/AAAAAAAAAGE/pYZpNj0Vkug/s1600-h/100_3984.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aryp2zgzFGY/R9aN7RuU2GI/AAAAAAAAAGE/pYZpNj0Vkug/s320/100_3984.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176480871218468962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;SMAC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aryp2zgzFGY/R9aN6RuU2EI/AAAAAAAAAF0/7-ERRuzYhtY/s1600-h/100_3977.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aryp2zgzFGY/R9aN6RuU2EI/AAAAAAAAAF0/7-ERRuzYhtY/s320/100_3977.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176480854038599746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;some ass showing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aryp2zgzFGY/R9aN7BuU2FI/AAAAAAAAAF8/c4EHTYzWaJw/s1600-h/100_3982.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aryp2zgzFGY/R9aN7BuU2FI/AAAAAAAAAF8/c4EHTYzWaJw/s320/100_3982.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176480866923501650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;emo after seeing SMAC and the asses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aryp2zgzFGY/R9aM_BuU2CI/AAAAAAAAAFk/Yer5VpIZuDE/s1600-h/100_3994.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aryp2zgzFGY/R9aM_BuU2CI/AAAAAAAAAFk/Yer5VpIZuDE/s320/100_3994.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176479836131350562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;denan even tried to kill himself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aryp2zgzFGY/R9aN8BuU2II/AAAAAAAAAGU/IgvRubkLwXw/s1600-h/100_3995.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aryp2zgzFGY/R9aN8BuU2II/AAAAAAAAAGU/IgvRubkLwXw/s320/100_3995.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176480884103370882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i just stood there and couldn't be bothered to stop him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE  END&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3952583482281027826-3937748061056153784?l=handguns-and-secondchances.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://handguns-and-secondchances.blogspot.com/feeds/3937748061056153784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3952583482281027826&amp;postID=3937748061056153784' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3952583482281027826/posts/default/3937748061056153784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3952583482281027826/posts/default/3937748061056153784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://handguns-and-secondchances.blogspot.com/2008/03/east-coast-trip-pictures.html' title='east coast trip pictures'/><author><name>Oliver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15442387596907158039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aryp2zgzFGY/R9aK_BuU16I/AAAAAAAAAEk/CybNJm9LzKM/s72-c/100_3948.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3952583482281027826.post-5946514730299015070</id><published>2008-03-10T01:24:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T02:20:00.689+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it's been a long time</title><content type='html'>WAZZAH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey yo wassup.it's been abt a week or so since i last updated.weekdays have been routine.wake up early for work..have a boring day at work..then either head home or meet the usual ppl.stayover last weekend to help with FO stuff or was it the week before..but overall we didn't do much.slacked around most of the time.someone return me 50 bucks that day.just in time because i ran out of cash.thanks..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7th march was an awesome day..i guess by now most of you should have known.i finally got my licence, on the 3rd try.congrats to kenneth yeo and kenneth lui who got their licence earlier than me and on their first try.i failed twice because i was too good of a driver and the testers didn't want me to be too full of myself.hahaha.nah...just kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just a lil advice for those that haven't pass.keep your cool.that's all you need to pass that test.i gotta clock 30 hours of driving with either my dad, mum or brothers in the car before i can finally drive on my own.so i gotta grab every chance i get to drive them around or when we're going out together.something like a family probation period.hahaha.i can't wait for the 30 hours to be over.i'm addicted to driving now, because it's quite enjoyable.sorry guys, wait a lil longer please..it'll be soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;east coast park on saturday for cycling with denan, amron and 2 couples.eugene and toh, reeve and clare.will upload the pics another day..did abit of catching up on the phone with a good friend i haven't talked to or seen in quite a long time..you sound different.i guess you sound so much happier..i'm glad(: stay happy, yeah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my smoking buddies are all starting to quit smoking.it started with darren a long time ago..he quit just when i started.then there was mark..quit for quite a long time and started again recently.next was eugene, he quit because he got together with tohlin.zaid also quit soon after, but he stops and starts now and again, so i don't really know if he's still smoking or not.then kenneth, was determined to quit for the sake of his valentine's day girl..but started again recently for i dunno what reason.denan next..he finally quit after smoking for 8 months because of a special someone.last but not least, shafiee and asyiq..this fellas will nvr quit.so forget it.hahaha.i guess it should be my turn soon..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the people around me are mostly attached or going to be..shafiee and asyiq already have long-lasting relationships.eugene and toh have been together for a few months now..the 3 of us used to hang out together quite alot.but they dont really have the time anymore..although they still hang out with the gang quite abit.reeve and clare are together now..they didn't tell us straight away but we found out soon enough.hahah.jolene sounds so much happier than she was last time, he must be treating you well huh.i guess that's a good thing.kenneth had a special valentine's day this year.goodluck to him for the future.i hope things get better for you.terry doesn't talk much abt it but i think there's a girl called rachael.denan found someone he's really comfortable with recently.doesn't really tell me much abt her but i guess he's happy and having a different perspective of life now.gdluck dude, i'm happy for you.some secrets might have already been revealed here.hahaha.a friend whom i met during itp, weiying, is also attached.both my brothers already got girlfriends and even my closest cousin.so many secondary school friends have already found someone as well.don't know how desiree is doing.she was dating some biker dude or smth.haven't seen or talked to her since that day.i guess i can't hate you forever.that must have been really childish huh..hahhh.so much happening around me, it sure makes me wonder..if it will ever be my turn.hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow, what a long post...gdnight ppl&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3952583482281027826-5946514730299015070?l=handguns-and-secondchances.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://handguns-and-secondchances.blogspot.com/feeds/5946514730299015070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3952583482281027826&amp;postID=5946514730299015070' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3952583482281027826/posts/default/5946514730299015070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3952583482281027826/posts/default/5946514730299015070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://handguns-and-secondchances.blogspot.com/2008/03/its-been-long-time.html' title='it&apos;s been a long time'/><author><name>Oliver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15442387596907158039</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-3952583482281027826.post-9181402442480126831</id><published>2008-02-27T23:54:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-28T00:12:07.705+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a promise to myself</title><content type='html'>WAZZAH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope work will be like that everyday.morning to afternoon stay in the office and do alil bit of stuff.then had to do alil bit of travelling.went to funan to check out the prices of some stuff,smth like doing a survey.went back to the office at 1+ almost 2.did alil bit more stuff at the office and soon it was time to go home..time passes faster this way.it beats going to the booth or staying in the office all day long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've made a promise to myself.as of today, i'll not disclose those information to anyone and i'll keep everything a secret.i guess reeve was right.i should not talk so freely about this kinda stuff and keep quiet about it.and it won't sound nice if she reads and finds out.my mind is kinda in a mess, it has always been..and i'll never understand why i keep doing this to myself.it's time for a change and i hope it's for the better..thanks guys.all that has finally made me realised my mistake.if someone really means so much to me, i shouldn't be saying what i said and doing what i did.i don't wanna risk my friendship with her.so as of now, hopefully i'm a changed man..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this song has been stuck in my head since yesterday..you guys should take a listen.i wanna be a rockstar too..thats the life man..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rockstar By Nickelback&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;    I'm through with standing in line&lt;br /&gt;To clubs I'll never get in&lt;br /&gt;It's like the bottom of the ninth&lt;br /&gt;And I'm never gonna win&lt;br /&gt;This life hasn't turned out&lt;br /&gt;Quite the way I want it to be&lt;br /&gt;(Tell me what you want)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want a brand new house&lt;br /&gt;On an episode of Cribs&lt;br /&gt;And a bathroom I can play baseball in&lt;br /&gt;And a king size tub big enough&lt;br /&gt;For ten plus me&lt;br /&gt;(Yeah, so tell what you need)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll need a.. a credit card that's got no limit&lt;br /&gt;And a big black jet with a bedroom in it&lt;br /&gt;Gonna join the mile high club&lt;br /&gt;At thirty-seven thousand feet&lt;br /&gt;(Been there done that)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want a new tour bus full of old guitars&lt;br /&gt;My own star on Hollywood Boulevard&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere between Cher and&lt;br /&gt;James Dean is fine for me&lt;br /&gt;(So how you gonna do it?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna trade this life for fortune and fame&lt;br /&gt;I'd even cut my hair and change my name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[CHORUS]&lt;br /&gt;Cause we all just wanna be big rockstars and&lt;br /&gt;Live in hilltop houses driving fifteen cars&lt;br /&gt;The girls come easy and the drugs come cheap&lt;br /&gt;We'll all stay skinny 'cause we just won't eat&lt;br /&gt;And we'll hang out in the coolest bars&lt;br /&gt;In the VIP with the movie stars&lt;br /&gt;Every good gold digger's&lt;br /&gt;Gonna wind up there&lt;br /&gt;Every Playboy bunny&lt;br /&gt;With her bleach blonde hair&lt;br /&gt;And we'll hide out in the private rooms&lt;br /&gt;With the latest dictionary of&lt;br /&gt;Today's who's who&lt;br /&gt;They'll get you anything&lt;br /&gt;with that evil smile&lt;br /&gt;Everybody's got a&lt;br /&gt;Drug dealer on speed dial, well&lt;br /&gt;Hey, hey, I wanna be a rockstar&lt;br /&gt;Hey, hey, I wanna be a rockstar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be great like Elvis without the tassels&lt;br /&gt;Hire eight body guards that love to beat up assholes&lt;br /&gt;Sign a couple autographs&lt;br /&gt;So I can eat my meals for free&lt;br /&gt;(I'll have the quesadilla, ha ha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna dress my ass&lt;br /&gt;With the latest fashion&lt;br /&gt;Get a front door key to the Playboy mansion&lt;br /&gt;Gonna date a centerfold that loves to&lt;br /&gt;Blow my money for me&lt;br /&gt;(So how you gonna do it?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna trade this life&lt;br /&gt;For fortune and fame&lt;br /&gt;I'd even cut my hair&lt;br /&gt;And change my name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna sing those songs&lt;br /&gt;That offend the censors&lt;br /&gt;Gonna pop my pills&lt;br /&gt;From a Pez dispenser&lt;br /&gt;Get washed-up singers writing all my songs&lt;br /&gt;Lip synch 'em every night so I don't get 'em wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3952583482281027826-9181402442480126831?l=handguns-and-secondchances.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://handguns-and-secondchances.blogspot.com/feeds/9181402442480126831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3952583482281027826&amp;postID=9181402442480126831' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3952583482281027826/posts/default/9181402442480126831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3952583482281027826/posts/default/9181402442480126831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://handguns-and-secondchances.blogspot.com/2008/02/promise-to-myself.html' title='a promise to myself'/><author><name>Oliver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15442387596907158039</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-3952583482281027826.post-7848029055085510624</id><published>2008-02-26T22:43:00.016+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T23:27:34.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'>okay, that's it..</title><content type='html'>WAZZAH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fuck lah you all.tag until like that..&lt;br /&gt;thanks guys.you're all being VERY helpful..&lt;br /&gt;i just think she's a nice friend to hang out with because she's really funny..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;come on man, i still blog abt you guys..see the long post? some of your names are inside there..if it isn't in there means i haven't seen you for quite a few days..and no, obviously i haven't forgotten about all of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;because it's not too late, it's never too late&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3952583482281027826-7848029055085510624?l=handguns-and-secondchances.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://handguns-and-secondchances.blogspot.com/feeds/7848029055085510624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3952583482281027826&amp;postID=7848029055085510624' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3952583482281027826/posts/default/7848029055085510624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3952583482281027826/posts/default/7848029055085510624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://handguns-and-secondchances.blogspot.com/2008/02/okay-thats-it.html' title='okay, that&apos;s it..'/><author><name>Oliver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15442387596907158039</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-3952583482281027826.post-8573917161953002670</id><published>2008-02-25T21:35:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T23:29:15.714+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you never fail to make me laugh(:</title><content type='html'>WAZZAH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lavender is a bad place to work.in the morning you'll have trouble alighting and in the evening you'll have trouble boarding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today is a happy day..because work was slack.spend the whole day at the office instead of selling stuff at the booths.and you never fail to make me laugh.hahaha(: everything you do, no matter how clumsy, cute or funny, it just makes me laugh.you're one funny girl.you made my day(:&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;if i had more time, i spend it all with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;cause this is real, and this is good..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aryp2zgzFGY/R8LY8CxzFSI/AAAAAAAAAEc/wIq9JAdtRec/s1600-h/gNr.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3952583482281027826/posts/default/8573917161953002670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://handguns-and-secondchances.blogspot.com/2008/02/you-never-fail-to-make-me-laugh.html' title='you never fail to make me laugh(:'/><author><name>Oliver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15442387596907158039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aryp2zgzFGY/R8LY8CxzFSI/AAAAAAAAAEc/wIq9JAdtRec/s72-c/gNr.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3952583482281027826.post-5740256082191999186</id><published>2008-02-24T00:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-24T01:16:08.684+08:00</updated><title type='text'>haven't blogged in a few days</title><content type='html'>WAZZAH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have been quite lazy after work.once i reach home from work, i will just wait for dinner and go to sleep after eating.working life seriously sucks.it makes u so tired that when u go home, u just won't feel like doing anything else but sleep.especially if u're doing a job u seriously don't like at all.and u don't have a choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright,let's go back to thursday.it was a boring day at work as usual.but something stupid happened.the van broke down not once but twice, and it couldn't be started up again.so we had to push the stupid van until the engine could be started.i was pushing the van with a 40 year old colleague at first.he wasn't even doing  much of the pushing.but i'm quite satisfied with myself for being able to push the van and get it started up.and it was also good exercise.but because of this, i was 20 mins late for my driving lesson at eunos.and i was still charged 33 bucks for the 1 and a half hours.driving was routine like always.and there was this noob learner driver that i had to follow for abt 15 to 20 mins.and just when i lost my patience and decided to overtake him, i changed to the right lane and was gonna step the pedal to go ahead.just before i did that, he signalled to the right as well, wanting to change lane.and i decided not to give way to him so i stepped the pedal.then my instructor was like, "nono! give way to him!" and thanks to that lousy driver, i had to drive at snail's pace for the next 10 mins.what a waste of time man...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friday, i put a fake blog link on my msn pm ytd.it was itissupposedtobeblank.blogspot.com.was intending to see who would go take a look then ask me why isn't there anything.hahah.so on the way to NUS weiying told me that she actually went to take a look.hahaha.sorry weiying, i know u trust me alot but i didn't mean to trick u.it actually wasn't supposed to be for u.and i wouldn't want to trick u either(: hahaha.the van broke down again..luckily it was in the afternoon this time.and not when it was time to go home.so we managed to get it started again,this time with much ease.another boring day at work, although it wasn't as bad as wednesday or thursday.ate ramly burger 3 days in a row for lunch.damn, its delicious.weiying wanted to get one on wednesday but didn't had time to.and she couldn't buy on thursday and friday either because she wasn't at the ramly place.poor girl..i shall buy one for u the next time(: the boss gave me a lift to lavender mrt after work, while she went to buona vista mrt station and headed home.went to tampines to meet miswan, denan and fatin for some bullshit sessions and slacking..had a good laugh again like always.and there was the joke of the day..."RADZIF!" hahahaha.u guys know why...saw firdaus BMI and syafiq there as well.it's been a long time man..hope u guys are still doing alright.BMI has already started his 2 years of NS while syafiq is still in TPJC.alright man, nice seeing u guys.and just wanna say thanks to pohhsian for passing NFS pro street to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saturday, tried pro street.not as good as expected but it's still quite okay.went to the UOB at tampines to get my NETS card remade..was surprised that the bank was quite empty.so i was at the counter waiting for my new card.the lady serving me was kinda stupid...i asked her if there was any requirement to apply for the UOB debit card and she said, "you must earn 18,000 a month." and i gave up asking after that..i don't think she knows anything.then i had to transfer to another counter to get my card replaced.so this lady was even worse..my spoilt card and the new card was on the table.she picked up one card and said, "okay, i'll destroy your card." then she immediately snipped it into half with the scissors.guess what??? she snipped the NEW CARD into half! HAHAHA.then she was like, "OH NO! wrong card!" and i was like...u were too fast, i couldn't stop u.whats happening to the UOB staff man? after getting my new card, denan happened to be at tampines mall already.so i met up with him and we headed to cheers to get some stuff before going to simei to meet fatin.the cheers person was also acting weird.she asked if i needed a bag and i clearly said, "No, don't need." the next thing i knew, she took out a bag and put the stuff in..so many ppl acting weirdly today.after meeting fatin, we headed to hmv and citylink because fatin wanted to use her 30 bucks hmv voucher to buy headphones..and we saw some cool band t-shirt designs.so we decided to go to pennisula to get some.i got 2 new t-shirts.black as usual...one bullet for my valentine T and one funeral for a friend T.lunch at LJS after that.headed to school to help with the FO props stuff.had a good laugh again and acted crazy for abit.we also went to IKEA to get some club stuff and the 1.70 hotdog+ soft drink.mango ice kacang at anchor point koufu..and zaid denan fatin tohlin and jianyao were asking me questions and answering it themselves.so all i had to do was keep quiet and eat my ice kacang.went back to club to paint the props and clean up a lil..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GL training next saturday..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;should stop now, i'm lazy to type anymore..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3952583482281027826-5740256082191999186?l=handguns-and-secondchances.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://handguns-and-secondchances.blogspot.com/feeds/5740256082191999186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3952583482281027826&amp;postID=5740256082191999186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3952583482281027826/posts/default/5740256082191999186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3952583482281027826/posts/default/5740256082191999186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://handguns-and-secondchances.blogspot.com/2008/02/havent-blogged-in-few-days.html' title='haven&apos;t blogged in a few days'/><author><name>Oliver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15442387596907158039</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-3952583482281027826.post-2767922454916477442</id><published>2008-02-19T20:24:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-19T21:17:02.902+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lame and tired</title><content type='html'>WAZZAH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yet another boring day at work..travel from east to central in the morning, from central to west in the afternoon and from west to east in the evening.it's getting tiring and boring.luckily there's still weiying to keep me company from central to west.and there's still the other option, psp.if not, i would have died on the mrt or something..work is seriously so boring without you.hahah(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ccccccccccc oooooooooooooo wwwwwwwwwww&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;something funny happened today.i was at NTU when my liaison officer called.he said, "where are you? i'm at lavender and why is the place closed?" HAHAH wth...he didn't even know that my job requires quite a bit of traveling around and he didn't even say he was coming down.so the lesson of the day is 'please inform somebody if you're going somewhere'.hahaha..i still can't believe he went to lavender to visit my workplace without even informing first.and he sure sounded lost when i told him i was at NTU.mr loh, i hope you'll find me the next time.like playing hide-and-seek only..hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as you can see, work is driving me nuts and i'm going crazy over you.wheeeeeeeeee..hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some random pics of the Sentosa chalet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aryp2zgzFGY/R7rQtyxzFHI/AAAAAAAAADE/zFJX7VLoUoI/s1600-h/IMG_0315.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aryp2zgzFGY/R7rQtyxzFHI/AAAAAAAAADE/zFJX7VLoUoI/s200/IMG_0315.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168673007504397426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;emo kids&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aryp2zgzFGY/R7rUOSxzFQI/AAAAAAAAAEM/P7vo9ABBtpA/s1600-h/100_3634.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aryp2zgzFGY/R7rUOSxzFQI/AAAAAAAAAEM/P7vo9ABBtpA/s200/100_3634.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168676864385029378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the "no racing" sign is bullshit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aryp2zgzFGY/R7rQtSxzFGI/AAAAAAAAAC8/JZAP1fLr0_E/s1600-h/100_3678.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aryp2zgzFGY/R7rQtSxzFGI/AAAAAAAAAC8/JZAP1fLr0_E/s200/100_3678.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168672998914462818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;SP Lugers (not the full team)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aryp2zgzFGY/R7rS0yxzFII/AAAAAAAAADM/VIN3hFRuBiI/s1600-h/IMG_0379.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aryp2zgzFGY/R7rS0yxzFII/AAAAAAAAADM/VIN3hFRuBiI/s200/IMG_0379.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168675326786737282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aryp2zgzFGY/R7rS1SxzFJI/AAAAAAAAADU/QWAh2LtGcak/s1600-h/IMG_0383.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aryp2zgzFGY/R7rS1SxzFJI/AAAAAAAAADU/QWAh2LtGcak/s200/IMG_0383.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168675335376671890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;smokers' corner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aryp2zgzFGY/R7rS1yxzFKI/AAAAAAAAADc/JvcxsZ4KVG0/s1600-h/IMG_0388.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aryp2zgzFGY/R7rS1yxzFKI/AAAAAAAAADc/JvcxsZ4KVG0/s200/IMG_0388.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168675343966606498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;we're Kappa models too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aryp2zgzFGY/R7rTuCxzFOI/AAAAAAAAAD8/o8DQx4LPXDU/s1600-h/IMG_0462.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aryp2zgzFGY/R7rTuCxzFOI/AAAAAAAAAD8/o8DQx4LPXDU/s200/IMG_0462.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168676310334248162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aryp2zgzFGY/R7rTuixzFPI/AAAAAAAAAEE/1cUMhP8Zbgk/s1600-h/IMG_0463.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aryp2zgzFGY/R7rTuixzFPI/AAAAAAAAAEE/1cUMhP8Zbgk/s200/IMG_0463.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168676318924182770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;during the BBQ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aryp2zgzFGY/R7rS2ixzFMI/AAAAAAAAADs/CxNvAjAZjfk/s1600-h/IMG_0439.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aryp2zgzFGY/R7rS2ixzFMI/AAAAAAAAADs/CxNvAjAZjfk/s200/IMG_0439.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168675356851508418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;amron trying to act cute&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aryp2zgzFGY/R7rS2SxzFLI/AAAAAAAAADk/10ucMrfK3vY/s1600-h/IMG_0437.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aryp2zgzFGY/R7rS2SxzFLI/AAAAAAAAADk/10ucMrfK3vY/s200/IMG_0437.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168675352556541106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;look at the banglah boy fly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-512eecf49990d466" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3952583482281027826.post-6306191045984460073</id><published>2008-02-18T21:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-18T22:12:39.148+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i work from 7 30 am to 8 30 pm</title><content type='html'>WAZZAH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i spend a maximum of 13 hours a day outside, as part of my job..i leave home at 7 30am and i only reach home at 8 30pm.first it was lavender, then NUS, now its NTU..how much further am i going to go? tmr go JB isit? hahaha..it's alright.at least the company during work isn't all that bad.after doing the usual stuff in the office, the 4 of us, kenny, pohhsian, weiying and me had to get to NTU by public transport because there was only one van today..so i challenged pohhsian to 2 winning eleven matches.i lost the first one by 1 - 0, which was a penalty.and we didn't have enough time to finish the second match, but it was 0 - 0 when we stopped.and work was as usual...i am getting bored of sales and fixing hard disk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after work, weiying and me were lazy to find our way out of NTU so we cabbed to jurong point.and it was my first time there..sorry,it's because i am an east-sider.hahaha.so we walked around for abit cause weiying needed to get shampoo and hairband..some parts of JP looks like parkway.weiying tried to act like some tour guide cause it's my first time at JP and we were walking past jean yip, then she said, "this is jean yip." hahaha.okay...like duh.but thanks, you make me smile(: and u don't have to blame yourself for me going home late.i rather accompany a friend than go home early(: so no worries man...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;work as usual tmr.it's gonna be boring.tiring too.until then..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3952583482281027826-6306191045984460073?l=handguns-and-secondchances.blogspot.com' alt='' 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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-3952583482281027826.post-437706497169352569</id><published>2008-02-17T00:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-17T01:03:32.799+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a new luge champion</title><content type='html'>WAZZAH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saturday is set as the luge race day.hopefully every saturday or at least once a week we'll have time for a luge race.the best time for a luge race is definitely at night..and we found out that there's the one or two hours unlimited rides for 25 or 35 bucks, which might actually be quite worth it.but then again, we might get bored racing 5 or more times in a row..denan was missing from today's race.he couldn't be here because of his mum or smth..miswan is still recovering from injury..jianyao might get grounded again if he keeps going out..and i don't know where's asyiq..hahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TODAY IS THE DAY WHERE A NEW LUGE CHAMPION IS CROWNED!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before the race, there's always the skyride up.nice view as usual..especially at night.the view is seriously awesome.will take a pic the next time, if i rmb.the guy at the luge place see us until sian already..hahaha.so first we had to get our hands stamped with the huge word 'LUGE'.then we would line up after the station to get into position..then the race begins..i was blocking amron at the start until after the first turn he disappeared.and i just sped down until the final stretch, the bridge.zaid was closely trailing me and i started to block his path as well.he was quite close to me and i was afraid he was gonna overtake..luckily for me he didn't and i crossed the finish line first.hahaha.after finishing the race.i couldn't see amron behind until after a while..then i realised that while i was blocking him, he went onto the grass and got stuck.thats why he disappeared.the reigning champion of 4 races finally lost..and better still, he got LAST! hahahaha.thanks to me, everyone else won him, which includes, zaid, eugene, reeve, tohlin and clare.ohh well, sorry amron..try harder next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after the hard fought race, we returned to vivo and slacked for abit..hope the rest can join us for the next luge race.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till next time...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3952583482281027826-437706497169352569?l=handguns-and-secondchances.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://handguns-and-secondchances.blogspot.com/feeds/437706497169352569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3952583482281027826&amp;postID=437706497169352569' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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be just another boring day.but there was a change in plans.i was supposed to stay at the office instead of going to the booth.so the rest when to the booth while the boss and me stayed in the office..i was asked to test all the card readers.and it was actually much more slack and less tiring then going to the booth.the time actually passed faster testing the card readers than doing sales at the booth.i wouldn't mind staying in the office for the rest of my 2 months ITP.although we won't be together all day, but at least for a few hours.so i tested the card readers till abt 4+ and had to go to a school in woodlands and then NUS to load the booth stuff into the van.the traveling part of work is actually quite fun.cause there isnt work to be done in the van and i get to sit at the back..hahaha.after loading all the stuff we had to head to clementi for dinner.the boss was treating.i just have to say this..if she wasn't working there as well, i would definitely die of boredom during ITP.a really nice person to have for company, without her ITP would be seriously boring.hahaha.i guess i'll have to somehow thank the ITP allocation lecturers for that.for not letting me go to the company alone.at least the company ppl are still quite nice.but the job seriously sucks..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after dinner at clementi, i had to go to raffles town club for the MM ADD.went to cityhall to meet denan.i'm quite amazed by how he always manages to find us even without calling or sms-ing.he says its a SWATGOD skill.hahaha.*sneeze* "bullshit!" so we went to newton to take a cab to the place.and we were so unlucky to get this fucking noob taxi driver.he didnt even know where the place was and he kept asking us how to go.if i knew how to go i wouldn't be taking the freaking cab, would i?! or better still, i would be the one driving the freaking cab.so he made stupid detours and got lost..cheated our money as well.and finally got to the place.as if we weren't late enough.and the fastest way to get to the place was just to make a u-turn and go straight..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i seriously regretted going for ADD..the ambience was nice and the set-up was kinda cool.but the programme kinda sucked and the food wasn't so gd.maybe it was just because i was already feeling kinda moodless there..wasted my money..shouldnt have gone in the first place.i knew that it was gonna happen and i still went..i told u guys from the beginning but all of u insisted i should go.sorry guys for spoiling the mood.but i feel damn uncomfortable when she's around..thats all..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;spent alot of money yesterday at seoul garden with the 3 crazy seoul garden whores...hahaha.28 bucks for that.30 bucks for the ADD.gonna be broke again..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wish me luck..7 more weeks to go(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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add'/><author><name>Oliver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15442387596907158039</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-3952583482281027826.post-5968369793325982975</id><published>2008-02-12T21:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-16T15:19:28.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'>another boring day at work</title><content type='html'>WAZZAH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn, my ITP is seriously fucking boring...we definitely spend more than half the time doing nothing.either sitting around, walking around or eating.maybe like from 8 30 to 6 we only really do work for abt 4 hours if we add everything up.might as well just ask us to go to work from 8 30 to 12 30?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, i learnt how to assemble the hard disk with the casing..WOW, what an accomplishment...-.- today was seriously boring..i even fell asleep while sitting on the chair.thats how sad my job is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;according to reeve's advice..i should keep quiet.hahaha.okay, thats what i'll do.anyways, gdluck to denan.i think his parents found out.hope nothing bad happens..oh ya, not forgetting.i wanna say thanks to miswan for sabo-ing me on the phone..and tohlin for sabo-ing me by asking me to go to club..hahaha =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's 2 random pics to prove that the SENTOSA LUGE rocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aryp2zgzFGY/R7aOICxzFBI/AAAAAAAAACU/TIJs-vf1ZhI/s1600-h/100_3619.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aryp2zgzFGY/R7aOICxzFBI/AAAAAAAAACU/TIJs-vf1ZhI/s200/100_3619.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167473891290059794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;before luge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aryp2zgzFGY/R7aOWyxzFCI/AAAAAAAAACc/FXyhDu1hXZU/s1600-h/100_3621.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aryp2zgzFGY/R7aOWyxzFCI/AAAAAAAAACc/FXyhDu1hXZU/s200/100_3621.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167474144693130274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;after luge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now...for the video.special thanks to miswan for doing a wonderful editing job of the video.i think it's kinda cool.so check it out..proudly brought to you by MMEC SP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/nCK4LRPdwv4&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed 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type='html'>WAZZAH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was the first day of ITP today.supposed to start at 8 30am...so went to lavender early in the morning and had a lil difficulty finding the place.when i finally found it..it still wasn't opened.so i decided to call the supervisor.guess what he said? he said..."sorry, we didn't have your contact number so we couldn't inform you that today we start at 11am." WOW, thanks ah...could have like called the liaison officer or smth to get the number.and because of that i had to wait 2 hours plus at the ulu place, while playing my psp.so at 10+ i went back to the shop and waited.then i saw this girl..she was there in the morning too.and she was there again at 10+.then she asked me if i was from SP and whether i was here for the attachment.hahaha.then i realised, ohh i'm not the only one attached to this company.and i thought i was...she's from the school of business and sports club.her name is weiying.if u happened to read this. HI, WEIYING!(: at least i won't be bored and lonely now.hahah.so basically we followed the people to NUS to set up the booth thing.and it has totally nothing to do with my course.so yeah, it sucks...but it ain't so bad after all(: so we spent half the day slacking away..and there wasnt much to do at the booth also.so we were basically rotting away.after work, we were sent to dover mrt and weiying went home.i was about to go home when i realised that miswan, fatin and some others were still in sch..so i decided to go look for them.ended up going to commonwealth for LJS.then it was time to go home...let's hope there will be interesting things to do tmr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will upload the swatgod prank later.when miswan comes online to send me the video.he edited it already.hahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3952583482281027826-4402188729168720351?l=handguns-and-secondchances.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-3952583482281027826.post-9039225409240371675</id><published>2008-02-09T11:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-10T00:57:17.198+08:00</updated><title type='text'>crushed by a bus, just like my heart</title><content type='html'>WAZZAH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;only got 38 bucks yesterday.went out for a movie with denan, eugene, toh, zaid and jianyao.we hang around at marina square and orchard until 1 30 for the movie, cj7.it was kinda funny at first but halfway through i just gave up and fell asleep.hahaha.not the first time though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;something funny happened.at the bus stop near cineleisure.my wallet dropped onto the road while i was trying to put it in my pocket.it dropped right in front of the bus' back wheel.luckily i stopped jianyao from picking it up.cause the bus was about to move off.his hand would have been gone by the time the bus left.so...the wallet got ran over by the bus.and alot of the cards inside got either broken or bent.my nets card got a big crack across it.my IC and EZ link cards are still intact.and i thought i lost my admin card, but it was actually stuck in the wallet slot.half of it actually.the other half must have dropped after i picked up the wallet.so i only got half an admin card left.hahaha.cool sia..the power of an SBS bus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, i guess u never cared.i still like you like no tomorrow.and whatever you just said hurts like hell.but i guess it doesn't matter, cause u never cared...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just in case u wanted to know.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;u were never a substitute.i was serious about u from the very beginning.but u never gave me the chance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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heart'/><author><name>Oliver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15442387596907158039</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-3952583482281027826.post-1517973675708772913</id><published>2008-02-07T21:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-07T22:27:01.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy new year</title><content type='html'>WAZZAH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the first day of chinese new year was notbad.woke up early to kick-start the visiting routine.collected quite alot of red packets and it added up to a total of 382 bucks.notbad for the first day.more to come for tomorrow and saturday i hope.more visiting and visitors tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aryp2zgzFGY/R6sO85cAqzI/AAAAAAAAAB0/yDpJist2ZUE/s1600-h/DSC00024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aryp2zgzFGY/R6sO85cAqzI/AAAAAAAAAB0/yDpJist2ZUE/s200/DSC00024.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164237837083650866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;this is the amount for today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;didn't sleep much during the 3 days of chalet and still didn't get enough after coming back.so i was sleepy during the whole day of visiting and i kept on falling asleep as soon as i got into the car.woah..some friends and relatives are getting hotter as the years go by.more hot girls please.hahaha.hmm, i wonder what's the ex-neighbour's god-sister's name...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;was gonna upload one of the cannonball video at the pool taken during the chalet.but i realised that it isn't in my phone.damn..i thought i sent it from miswan's phone to mine.another day perhaps.can't wait for miswan to edit the prank cannonball video.it's gonna be cool.and i haven't got the chalet pics.so stay tuned people..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do you sometimes wish that you could go back in time to when things made sense..?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-size:78%;" &gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;nd i'm so sick of lovesongs, so tired of tears&lt;br /&gt;so done with wishing you were still here&lt;br /&gt;said I'm so sick of love songs , so sad and slow&lt;br /&gt;so why can't I turn off the radio?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3952583482281027826-1517973675708772913?l=handguns-and-secondchances.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://handguns-and-secondchances.blogspot.com/feeds/1517973675708772913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3952583482281027826&amp;postID=1517973675708772913' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3952583482281027826/posts/default/1517973675708772913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3952583482281027826/posts/default/1517973675708772913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://handguns-and-secondchances.blogspot.com/2008/02/happy-new-year.html' title='happy new year'/><author><name>Oliver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15442387596907158039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aryp2zgzFGY/R6sO85cAqzI/AAAAAAAAAB0/yDpJist2ZUE/s72-c/DSC00024.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3952583482281027826.post-5776485540765361774</id><published>2008-02-06T21:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-06T23:59:52.832+08:00</updated><title type='text'>we are ISLANDERS!</title><content type='html'>WAZZAH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's been a long time since the last update.had chalet with the mmec ppl and amron from monday to wednesday.it would have been good if not for a few fucked up stuff happening.laughed like hell during crapp talking sessions.but somehow i didn't really laughed much.maybe if she didn't come everything would have been better.had LUGE races with amron, denan, eugene, miswan, zaid and jianyao.2 day races and 1 night race.the night race definitely owns because you can't really see much of the track.amron and me even went out of the track onto the grass area.the sentosa LUGE rocks man.especially if u're an ISLANDER! hahaha.i feel so weak in sentosa without my islander card.its only 5 bucks per ride.LUGE is gonna become a weekend activity for MMEC and amron from today onwards.the hut is seriously small.two double decker beds and a small alley in between.but it's good in a way that you won't really wanna spend alot of time in it.meaning that you will wanna be out of the place for most of the time.we did cannonballs after cannonballs at the pool during the day and played "volleyball" at the beach.took a really long time to reach like 14 consecutive volleys.hahah.when the pool was closed at night, the SWATGODS decided to make a stunt video.will upload it after miswan edits it.hahaha.it will be cool.so look out for it guys.will upload the pics and videos on a later date.if u're interested in more MMEC videos.go to www.youtube.com and search under SP MMEC or just MMEC.maybe i'll stop smoking.cause the feeling isn't as shiok anymore.and it doesn't ease the pain already.cause it's too much..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;overall, the LUGE races were the best(: p.s. amron, we're gonna beat you.just you wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and here is one of my birthday &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;pics&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aryp2zgzFGY/R6m4L5cAqyI/AAAAAAAAABs/cCQExNfe89Q/s1600-h/DSC00287.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aryp2zgzFGY/R6m4L5cAqyI/AAAAAAAAABs/cCQExNfe89Q/s200/DSC00287.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163860962293361442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats the girl i care so much about.but she probably hates me.just so you know,i really cared so much about you, but it seems like things just won't work out this way.i wished we could go back to how it was.but nothing lasts forever.all i wanted was for you to be happy.but i guess you'll be happier when i'm not anywhere near you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everything in blue in this blog is for you.this was supposed to be a happy entry.but i guess it isn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-size:78%;" &gt;the sentosa trip would have been so much more enjoyable if those things didn't happen.abt that msg.i was just asking where you went as a friend.i wasn't expecting a report of any kind.and you definitely don't have to report a thing to me.cause it doesn't matter anymore.well, it seems like you did all those things on purpose to prove your point.but you didn't have to go to that extreme.cause i got your point damnit.first was the phonecall.you purposely made it so obvious that it was a guy that you were talking to.second, you just had to invite him over didn't you.and not only that, you had to purposely sleep on amron's shoulders, right in front of me.i wasn't even intending to do anything after i told you the truth.you seriously didn't have to go to this extreme to hurt me.i guess you will never understand how much it hurts.felt like blades piercing through my heart, tearing it apart.cause all you ever do is hurt me.i wish we could be so much more than friends.but it seems like you don't even wanna be friends anymore.if that's the case, i hope you'll just stay away.maybe it's better for the both of us this way.there's no one else that affects my mood like you do.i guess you should know why i've been emo everytime you're around.everytime i'm happily talking to the rest, you just have to show up and spoil my mood.thanks yeah? all i wanted was to feel appreciated by you, for all the little things i did for you.but i guess i never got a thankyou of any sort.ohh well,it's not like everyone gets appreciated by the things they do.i just wish you knew how much i cared about you.and how much it hurts when you did all those things during the last 3 days.it seriously hurts like hell.i don't know why you keep doing this to me.this isn't exactly the best way to make me give up on you.i guess everyone deserves a chance but it seems like i won't be getting any.i wished things wouldn't have to turn out this way.if i could go back in time to take away something from my past, it would be getting to know you. i guess we should just stay away from each other from now onwards.&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i don't even know whether i love or hate you anymore.i'm in a mess, like totally.i don't know what i'm feeling anymore.i don't know what's going through my head, let alone yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div 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ISLANDERS!'/><author><name>Oliver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15442387596907158039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aryp2zgzFGY/R6m4L5cAqyI/AAAAAAAAABs/cCQExNfe89Q/s72-c/DSC00287.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3952583482281027826.post-2811499169148674078</id><published>2008-01-30T21:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-31T00:27:23.494+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fof is over!</title><content type='html'>WAZZAH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fof is over! the worst module ever.i'm just glad it's over.should be able to pass somehow.hahah.gdluck to me for that.and materials 2 is all that's left.can't wait for exams to be over man..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gotta prepare lots of money to spend on friday.hahah.get a hair cut, buy new clothes and shoes..wanted to let my emo hair grow longer but mum says i gotta get a hair cut cause it's new year.damn...its okay.short or long hair doesn't really matter as long as it looks okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally got denan's hard drive from miswan today.have been waiting for it for a very long time.heroes and prisonbreak episodes inside.and a whole lot of other stuff.there is so much more "other stuff" inside as compared to shows, songs etc..hahah.the collection just keeps getting more and more.just watched finish heroes season 2 episode 3, 4 and 5.gonna watch the rest soon.so today's post will be real short.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;desiree's phone is repaired.hopefully i'll get the pictures soon.till then...its time to watch heroes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aryp2zgzFGY/R6ClTpcAqxI/AAAAAAAAABk/wpq-BAHWXHI/s1600-h/heroes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aryp2zgzFGY/R6ClTpcAqxI/AAAAAAAAABk/wpq-BAHWXHI/s200/heroes.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161306929926023954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;14th feb might be special afterall(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3952583482281027826-2811499169148674078?l=handguns-and-secondchances.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://handguns-and-secondchances.blogspot.com/feeds/2811499169148674078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3952583482281027826.post-3375647790386828791</id><published>2008-01-28T19:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-28T22:38:28.097+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i got a screwed up ITP company</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;WAZZAH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another boring day at home.exam periods are just so boring.can't wait for exams to be over.had to study FOF again today.did the calculations part.the calculations are actually easier than i expected.but i still can't memorise any theories from the 6 chapters.hahah.my brain is failing me..19 years old.old already..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after waiting for so long,i finally got my ITP company.karadora pte ltd.WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT?! i chose RSAF and this is what i get?! it's some lameass company that has totally nothing to do with my course and it's smth i'm not even interested it.they sell computer stuff like thumbdrives and such..i'm so not interested in selling computer products.i'm so fucking pissed..damn you, SP.SP = SUCK-MY-COCK POLYTECHNIC.not only is the company fucked up, even the pay is fucked up.its 440 bucks per month.most ppl for example denan, gets 500 bucks per month.thats like a total of 120 bucks difference over the 2 months.i could buy half a PSP with that money.okay maybe a lil lesser than half.screw it man..the only thing left to hope for is that there will be hot girls working there.i wish....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's okay, since chinese new year is coming..it's time to collect some cash.yeah....i've decided to use the money to get a PSP slim.and the remaining money can go to the "pay for my driving" fund or the "top up my atm card" fund.it's gonna be my third time taking the driving test on the 7th of march.can't afford to fail it again..i would have had about 3 to 4 months of driving experience by now if i passed on the first try.hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here are some random pics i took on my trip to Hainan Island.the sights are definitely beautiful.especially the beaches.(to eugene and denan especially, not bitches and not nude beaches) anyways, the weather was too cold for girls to be running around butt-naked on the beach.it was 10 degrees man...i'm not a good story-teller like denan, so i'll just describe the pics and not tell a story about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.blogger.com/%3Ca%20href=" com="" albums="" jj290="" darkavengr89="" action="view&amp;amp;current=DSC_0484.jpg&amp;quot;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 388px; height: 258px;" src="http://i275.photobucket.com/albums/jj290/darkavengr89/DSC_0484.jpg" alt="firecrackers aftermath" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;this is one of my favourite.it's actually the remains of the firecrackers after the gunpowdered sections were blown into oblivion.and no,it's not rose petals.hahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 390px; height: 260px;" src="http://i275.photobucket.com/albums/jj290/darkavengr89/DSC_0573.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;i just love the view.this was taken on the roof of the motel i stayed in.i also sent this to desiree by mms.i hope she liked it(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;many more to come, so stay tuned..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one more thing.HAPPY BIRTHDAY, DESIREE(:&lt;br /&gt;oh ya,for the separate birthday present..i actually wanted to buy a RX8 model car, spray it red, build it then give it to you.but it's the exams period now so i guess i ain't got time to do that.maybe next time..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3952583482281027826-3375647790386828791?l=handguns-and-secondchances.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://handguns-and-secondchances.blogspot.com/feeds/3375647790386828791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3952583482281027826&amp;postID=3375647790386828791' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3952583482281027826/posts/default/3375647790386828791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3952583482281027826/posts/default/3375647790386828791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://handguns-and-secondchances.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-got-screwed-up-itp-company.html' title='i got a screwed up ITP company'/><author><name>Oliver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15442387596907158039</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-3952583482281027826.post-928424618169929420</id><published>2008-01-27T22:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-27T22:55:11.929+08:00</updated><title type='text'>like nothing better to do only</title><content type='html'>WAZZAH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is what we do when we're bored.now guess who's the real denan? hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aryp2zgzFGY/R5ybC5cAquI/AAAAAAAAABM/nkqdy5YQrfA/s1600-h/dead+ants.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aryp2zgzFGY/R5ybC5cAquI/AAAAAAAAABM/nkqdy5YQrfA/s400/dead+ants.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160169747140094690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                   *click to enlarge&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3952583482281027826-928424618169929420?l=handguns-and-secondchances.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://handguns-and-secondchances.blogspot.com/feeds/928424618169929420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3952583482281027826&amp;postID=928424618169929420' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3952583482281027826/posts/default/928424618169929420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3952583482281027826/posts/default/928424618169929420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://handguns-and-secondchances.blogspot.com/2008/01/like-nothing-better-to-do-only.html' title='like nothing better to do only'/><author><name>Oliver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15442387596907158039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aryp2zgzFGY/R5ybC5cAquI/AAAAAAAAABM/nkqdy5YQrfA/s72-c/dead+ants.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3952583482281027826.post-5263573201243869642</id><published>2008-01-27T20:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-27T20:51:59.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FOF FOF FOF FOF FOF FOF</title><content type='html'>WAZZAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;didn't blog yesterday because nothing much happened.everything was FOF FOF FOF FOF FOF FOF.fuckers of flight.there's just a shit load of shit to remember for FOF.just like aircraft structures and repairs but its like so much worse...its calculations + theories.its too much to memorise man.i hope i get at least a C for that.just 2 more papers and thats it.come on,i can do it.hahah.so more FOF today..and i gave up after reading through, not studying..chapters 4 to 6, followed by 1 to 3.not even 2 hours of studying in total.hahah.damn,im just a bum.can't study any longer than that..speaking of bums, im sure missing that bum right now.lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to play soccer at Pasir Ris Park Carpark C area.its been a long time before last week that i played soccer.maybe abt 3 to 4 months.last week was terrible.i couldnt run much after a while and i was struggling.but this week felt so much better.i could tahan running for longer distance and for a longer time.which means that i can still SMOKE.as long as i keep training my stamina at the same time.i can still SMOKE and have gd stamina.okay...new goal in life.train!!! hahah.i can start by playing soccer every sunday.and stop working part-time.its getting boring.anyways, ITP gonna start soon so gotta stop working on sundays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;exam periods are just so boring.there isn't even much to blog abt.this post sounds boring...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh ya.congratulations to the happy couple, EUGENE AND TOHLIN (pink-haired naked doll look-a-like bum and martian bum a.k.a. yellowpages).it was their first month together 2 days ago.on the 25th of jan.and many more months to come.years in fact.they got together on the 25th of dec.CHRISTMAS! awww, so sweet.hahaha.i think i should find a girl whose birthday is on the 13th of jan as well.and ask her to be my girlfriend on the 13th of jan.then we can celebrate everything together.wouldn't it be nice? hahaha.damn...amron is right.smokers are creative and imaginative people.i so agree with him on that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wanna wish 2 people happy birthday today.one is my all time buddy, terry.it's his birthday today,27th of jan.happy birthday terry(: the second one is a friend of mine, desiree.her birthday is tomorrow.28th of jan.happy birthday in advance desiree(: i hope i'm the first to wish you.hahah.its abt 4 more hours to your birthday.was thinking of getting a separate present from the rest for you but i guess it doesn't matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;things to look forward to:&lt;br /&gt;-after exams it's party time!&lt;br /&gt;-chalet with MMEC ppl (thanks to tohlin who booked the sentosa chalet)&lt;br /&gt;-ITP.thats not smth to look forward to.AND I HAVEN'T EVEN GOTTEN MY ITP COMPANY!&lt;br /&gt;-denan's birthday celebration on 3rd of august.but it's still long.he said he might be thinking of organising a cool party, with strippers, cigarettes and not to forget long john silver crumbs.we'll see how it goes huh.&lt;br /&gt;and many more..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess thats all for now.i still haven't gotten the pics from desiree.so there's nth to blog abt for my birthday many days ago.i guess i should ask her soon.hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats all for today ppl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000066;"&gt;there's just so much i wanna tell u.but i guess it will only make it worse..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3952583482281027826-5263573201243869642?l=handguns-and-secondchances.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://handguns-and-secondchances.blogspot.com/feeds/5263573201243869642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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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-3952583482281027826.post-4399929071314168380</id><published>2008-01-25T20:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T23:50:54.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'>so lost without you</title><content type='html'>WAZZAH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fuck it.still haven't gotten my attachment yet.almost everyone else has already gotten theirs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first up, aircraft structures and repairs.it wasn't as bad as i expected.at least i knew how to answer quite a few questions.the rest looked familiar but i couldn't seem to remember what the answer was.ohh well.i think i just might be able to do well.maybe 60+, 70.hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finished the paper at abt 10+ and had to wait till 3pm for soccer with amron and his friends.so denan and me slacked in club until amron came abt 11+.more SWATGODS crapp talking sessions.all thanks to amron, the 3 of us are going around saying, "SUCK MY COCK AH!" or "SUCK MY COCK FIRST THEN I TELL YOU!" to each other whenever we ask or say smth. hahaha.the lame shit that the SWATGODS do.but it doesnt matter though,cause we'll still laugh anyways.amron and denan are 2 funny dudes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, soccer time.at abt 3+ we started to play street soccer.and guess what? there were only 5 of us altogether.and the rest nvr came.its been a long time since i played soccer and i was waiting eagerly.but it turned out that there weren't enough ppl to even play a game.ohh well, next time i guess..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woah, where did all those hot girls come from? hahah.the amount of good-looking girls in pasir ris is increasing.went to white sands for a while cause denan wanted to get the earphones cushion thing.and there were interesting things to see.. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-size:78%;" &gt;i dunno why but i just can't get you off my mind.everytime when im feeling okay, all it takes is one thought of you..&lt;br /&gt;but you seem so much happier when i'm not around..i don't know why you're doing this to me.but i wish i could know why, i wish you would tell me why.if u didn't like me in the first place why didn't you mind being so close to me? and now it's like i don't even exist anymore.it actually hurts so badly but you just don't seem to notice.i would do anything to go back to how it was.anything at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-size:78%;" &gt;your mind is a freaking maze and mine is a freaking mess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-size:78%;" &gt;i'm so lost without you.i don't even know what i'm doing anymore.the things you do to me.the things i'd do for you.i might seem happy and all but the truth just sucks..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if  staying away from you would take away the pain, i wouldn't mind doing it all over again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div 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you'/><author><name>Oliver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15442387596907158039</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-3952583482281027826.post-538033632873358446</id><published>2008-01-24T19:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-26T20:12:54.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it's taking a toll on me</title><content type='html'>WAZZAH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's amazing that i'm still alive.it has been 11 days..&lt;br /&gt;feels like forever since i last saw you, seems like forever since i last heard you.&lt;br /&gt;i'm hallucinating..&lt;br /&gt;i'm thinking of the lamest shit possible and laughing at it..&lt;br /&gt;i'm laughing at almost everything anyone or I myself say..&lt;br /&gt;i'm becoming crazily high..&lt;br /&gt;i don't know if it's because of talking to (: girl or am i just becoming crazy?&lt;br /&gt;i think it's a case of missing you too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was boring at home today.slacking away half the time,but definitely had to study.12 chapters of aircraft structures and repairs.started from chapter 1 and by the time i was at 12, i forgot what i TRIED to memorise at the beginning.maybe i really gave up studying after Os.my mind doesn't seem to allow me to memorise much nowadays.maybe got blood clot in my brain.hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aryp2zgzFGY/R5nJw5cAqqI/AAAAAAAAAAs/CXSA0xhQrpo/s1600-h/jtmd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 166px; height: 228px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aryp2zgzFGY/R5nJw5cAqqI/AAAAAAAAAAs/CXSA0xhQrpo/s320/jtmd.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159376690018822818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got bored of studying halfway and i decided to watch john tucker must die.found the dvd on my brother's desk.quite a funny show and had a good laugh.definitely worth watching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is brittany snow.she plays kate in the movie.i think she's cute.hahah&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aryp2zgzFGY/R5sjsJcAqsI/AAAAAAAAAA8/G3q-8ka6ylM/s1600-h/BrittanySnow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aryp2zgzFGY/R5sjsJcAqsI/AAAAAAAAAA8/G3q-8ka6ylM/s320/BrittanySnow.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159757039437654722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess that's all for today.gotta go back to studying soon.i have a feeling i won't remember what i studied earlier.wish me luck and pray for me real hard..hahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;congrats to my cousin xinyi for getting an L1R5 of 8 for O levels.he's a guy btw.haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-size:78%;" &gt;i wanna spend the rest of my life, with you by my side.forever and ever..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3952583482281027826-538033632873358446?l=handguns-and-secondchances.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://handguns-and-secondchances.blogspot.com/feeds/538033632873358446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3952583482281027826&amp;postID=538033632873358446' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3952583482281027826/posts/default/538033632873358446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;WAZZAH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, studying today was not productive.only read through ACC notes.was talking crapp and all with denan and amron for most of the time.had a good laugh though.and denan has definitely caught the "asyiq" disease.he keeps farting all over the place.we were smoking, studying and slacking at the CompassPoint Starbucks and the wind was blowing in my direction.then denan said, "i just farted." at first got no smell, and suddenly....seh already.i remember that time denan and me were smoking at suntec there.then we were sitting on this metal barrier.suddenly the barrier like vibrate sia.i thought what happen.then denan say, "i just farted." fuck sia.i wont be surprised if the "asyiq" disease gets worse.denan might even be letting his dick free just like asyiq.then later kenna zham by the tennis ball only.1 shot 1 kill sia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was kinda shocked to find out that kids these days as young as in primary sch or secondary sch have already started smoking.i saw this kid while at Starbucks, he looked seriously nerdy and like those goodboy type of kid.and he was smoking.i think his age range from 10 to 14 only sia.today, i realised that kids these days are already exposed to so much.and the amount of hot girls wearing hot clothes are increasing like hell!!! one day seriously can't control my god any longer.hahaha.there's even a range of "kenna langgah" list that denan, jianyao and me came up with.damn, i need to know more hot girls please.lol.and sengkang is really a place for "homeless" people.look at the huge amount of kids hanging around there.all those poser ahbengs and such..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh ya, abt the mrt station incident.on monday at 11 30, met with denan at pasir ris mrt station.we were supposed to go to City Hall to meet the bitch, hentai bum, yellowpages and the pink-haired naked doll look-a-like bum at 12.hahaha.pink-haired naked doll.so as most of you already know, the train service from pasir ris to tanah merah was disrupted.so we went to ask the station guy. he said that we could take the shuttle bus to tampines and then took a train from there to tanahmerah and change train to City Hall.so we thought, "okay, free shuttle.notbad." so we happily took the shuttle and alighted at tampines.then walked to the mrt station.just when we stepped into the station.the next mrt station guy of the day said, "sorry, no train service." like fuck lah, the pasir ris station guy said can take train from tampines.so okay fine, we had to walk back to the bus stop to take the shuttle which detoured to simei and FINALLY reached tanahmerah.so finally, we took the train to City Hall.and it was packed like @%$@#%^@&amp;amp;$%! and in total, we took about a fucking hour and a half just to get to City Hall.damn pasir ris mrt station guy.tricked us.if i see him at pasir ris mrt station confirm whack until shiok only.like clare say before, become like some beast like that.hahaha(: yeah, so thats the mrt station incident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess thats all i gotta say for now.will blog abt my birthday when i get the pictures from desiree.thats if she's gonna send me any.haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:78%;" &gt;doesnt everyone deserve a chance? i wish you would give me one too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3952583482281027826-6776812044846517116?l=handguns-and-secondchances.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://handguns-and-secondchances.blogspot.com/feeds/6776812044846517116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3952583482281027826&amp;postID=6776812044846517116' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;damn, my eyes are still bleeding since yesterday, after i saw that someuglyguy pic. somebody save me!!! hahaha. thats like one of the sickest thing i've seen so far.besides asyiq's "stuff" flying everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what's happening to this world? even guys like that can get hot girls like her.DAMN..now i know why the good-looking, nice guys are either gay or married.TO GUYS.hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yeah,i still can't believe this shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gonna go CompassPoint to meet the SWAT GODS. its time to study. i thought i already gave that up after Os...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time to go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3952583482281027826-3183134375620870760?l=handguns-and-secondchances.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-3952583482281027826.post-3021286847357127007</id><published>2008-01-23T00:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T10:58:17.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the first</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;WAZZAH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally, a blog..&lt;br /&gt;suddenly decided to make a blog.with the help of denan and fatin, i managed to settle the skins and stuff.honestly, html stuff to me are like, i got no idea what.hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had maths 3 paper today.knew how to do more than i expected and amazingly i managed to do the damn damping question.and denan and zaid were like, "nerd! nerd! nerd!".i only studied as much as you guys.sorry, i just happen to be smarter(: hahaha.1 down, 3 to go!&lt;br /&gt;okay, let's forget abt the exams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was looking at a friend's blog today.and i saw something that made me feel really disappointed.i used to like this girl, not really sure of my feelings for her now.but that's beside the point..hahh.and yeah, so i was at her blog.okay, so she has a new boyfriend now.i shan't say the name.if not it will be too obvious.hahah.i've never seen her new boyfriend before UNTIL just a few hours ago.and honestly, i was really disappointed.i can't believe i could lose to a guy like that.and UNTIL NOW, i still can't believe this shit.ohh well, shit happens..&lt;br /&gt;i know if i say this it will be kinda bastard, but still, i'm gonna say it.fuck care already ah! i'm set to "dont care anymore" mode remember? okay, so here goes. to be honest, i don't even know what you see in him.maybe its because i don't know you well enough.but still..he's just *.ugly.and like u can get better guys than that? i refuse to believe that u chose him because he was rich or some sort.even i look better? hahaha.whatever oliver!! OH YA. 1 more bastard thing i did that i should mention.i saved the picture.guess what was the name? someuglyguy.woah! nice one lah! hahahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's more bastard things to say. but i guess i'll stop here.sorry dear readers, due to the many fucked up stuff that happened to me recently.i'm just not as nice as i used to be.why be so nice when everything u do goes unappreciated? just a thought...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess thats all for the 1st post of my 1st blog! i'll blog about the stupid train incident another time.seriously quite pissed off with that pasir ris mrt station guy.next time i see him confirm whack until shiok only.hahaha.remind me to blog abt it(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its still too early to sleep though.but bye anyways.&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/3952583482281027826-3021286847357127007?l=handguns-and-secondchances.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://handguns-and-secondchances.blogspot.com/feeds/3021286847357127007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3952583482281027826&amp;postID=3021286847357127007' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3952583482281027826/posts/default/3021286847357127007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3952583482281027826/posts/default/3021286847357127007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://handguns-and-secondchances.blogspot.com/2008/01/wazzah-finally-blog.html' title='the first'/><author><name>Oliver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15442387596907158039</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>
