<?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-36471750</id><updated>2011-04-22T04:58:08.295+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life's Short</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abaloney.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36471750/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abaloney.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Spy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05129534678327044362</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>90</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36471750.post-4687678130234706397</id><published>2008-06-01T01:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-01T02:21:36.874+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ta da! here i am(social blogger)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;been thru tons of craps and shits (BMT).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the past i dun believe it when pple always say once you get into army, u'll start to lose touch with the outside world, now i do! lol. not jus news (like szechuan thingy, and lots of news ard) also friends whom i really seldom get in touch with.. i know its about the effort u put in to keep in touch but trust me.. its all about tired and shag!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for those who wanna ask me about hows BMT, what i can say is that BMT dont really train your physical fitness. they train more on combat fitness, ur mentality, teamwork, stress tolerance, responsibility, leadership and emotions. and what you have is ur mates(botak guys)sleeping in the same bunk and commanders that leads you. we've been thru shits and shits and joyious moment together. screwing up one another now and smiling the next moment is a norm. marching here and there singing and singing. theres no time to emo at night anymore as there are jokers everywhere to fill up the emptiness loL! tears filled everyone's eye during field camp after receiving letters from parents,sister,brother, althou oni afew received it but its really damn touching when they shared the detail with us. at that moment i really cant helped but to drop strong man tears.. lol.. things will never be the same anymore. time to become a man from boy, a teenager to adult, to take up responsibility. Working adult life from now on, no more june dec holiday, no more sems break, no more youth freedom...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lastly, to everyone.. POP SOON LOH! i really miss the old times.. lets try to meet up after 11th JUNE! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with regards,&lt;br /&gt;spy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36471750-4687678130234706397?l=abaloney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abaloney.blogspot.com/feeds/4687678130234706397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36471750&amp;postID=4687678130234706397' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36471750/posts/default/4687678130234706397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36471750/posts/default/4687678130234706397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abaloney.blogspot.com/2008/06/ta-da-here-i-amsocial-blogger-been-thru.html' title=''/><author><name>Spy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05129534678327044362</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-36471750.post-4739569731081903612</id><published>2008-03-10T21:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T21:58:29.935+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Losing somone is bad causes heartache and tears,sadness and depression. but not having anyone to lose is one hundred times worse, these people have to go through this every day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36471750-4739569731081903612?l=abaloney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abaloney.blogspot.com/feeds/4739569731081903612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36471750&amp;postID=4739569731081903612' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36471750/posts/default/4739569731081903612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36471750/posts/default/4739569731081903612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abaloney.blogspot.com/2008/03/losing-somone-is-bad-causes-heartache.html' title=''/><author><name>Spy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05129534678327044362</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-36471750.post-4775669115825403058</id><published>2008-02-21T07:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-21T07:16:59.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've learned that things change, people change, and it doesn't mean you forget the past or try to cover it up. It simply means that you move on and treasure the memories. Letting go doesn't mean giving up... it means accepting that some things weren't meant to be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36471750-4775669115825403058?l=abaloney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abaloney.blogspot.com/feeds/4775669115825403058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36471750&amp;postID=4775669115825403058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36471750/posts/default/4775669115825403058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36471750/posts/default/4775669115825403058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abaloney.blogspot.com/2008/02/ive-learned-that-things-change-people.html' title=''/><author><name>Spy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05129534678327044362</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-36471750.post-1360772778474257030</id><published>2008-02-19T07:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-21T07:38:31.605+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>一命&lt;br /&gt;二运&lt;br /&gt;三风水&lt;br /&gt;四积功德&lt;br /&gt;五读书&lt;br /&gt;六名&lt;br /&gt;七相&lt;br /&gt;八敬神&lt;br /&gt;九交贵人&lt;br /&gt;十养生&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36471750-1360772778474257030?l=abaloney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abaloney.blogspot.com/feeds/1360772778474257030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36471750&amp;postID=1360772778474257030' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36471750/posts/default/1360772778474257030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36471750/posts/default/1360772778474257030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abaloney.blogspot.com/2008/02/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Spy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05129534678327044362</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-36471750.post-2809175626413177748</id><published>2008-02-18T14:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-18T14:07:52.362+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Forgive and forget. That’s what they say. It’s good advice, but it’s not very practical. When someone hurts us, we want to hurt them back. When someone wrongs us, we want to be right. Without forgiveness, old scores are never settled… old wounds never heal. And the most we can hope for, is that one day we’ll be lucky enough to forget.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36471750-2809175626413177748?l=abaloney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abaloney.blogspot.com/feeds/2809175626413177748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36471750&amp;postID=2809175626413177748' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36471750/posts/default/2809175626413177748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36471750/posts/default/2809175626413177748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abaloney.blogspot.com/2008/02/forgive-and-forget.html' title=''/><author><name>Spy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05129534678327044362</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-36471750.post-5471534160797005848</id><published>2008-01-31T19:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-31T19:58:31.868+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i have an ambition.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;im going to university.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i want to become a Psychiatrist.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36471750-5471534160797005848?l=abaloney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abaloney.blogspot.com/feeds/5471534160797005848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36471750&amp;postID=5471534160797005848' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36471750/posts/default/5471534160797005848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36471750/posts/default/5471534160797005848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abaloney.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-have-ambition.html' title=''/><author><name>Spy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05129534678327044362</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-36471750.post-5042281998674357793</id><published>2007-12-07T17:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-07T17:08:56.038+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Imagine there is a bank account that credits your account each morning with $86,400. It carries over no balance from day to day.Every evening the bank deletes whatever part of the balance you failed to use during the day. What would you do? Draw out every cent, of course?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each of us has such a bank. It's name is TIME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every morning, it credits you with 86,400 seconds.&lt;br /&gt;Every night it writes off as lost, whatever of this you have failed to invest to a good purpose.&lt;br /&gt;It carries over no balance. It allows no over draft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each day it opens a new account for you.&lt;br /&gt;Each night it burns the remains of the day.&lt;br /&gt;If you fail to use the day's deposits, the loss is yours. There is no drawing against "tomorrow."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You must live in the present on today's deposits. Invest it so as to get from it the utmost in health, happiness and success!&lt;br /&gt;The clock is running!! Make the most of today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To realise the value of ONE YEAR, ask a student who failed a grade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To realise the value of ONE MONTH, ask a mother who has given birth to a premature baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To realise the value of ONE WEEK, ask the editor of a weekly newspaper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To realise the value of ONE HOUR, ask the lovers who are waiting to meet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To realise the value of ONE MINUTE, ask a person who just missed a train.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To realise the value of ONE SECOND, ask someone who just avoided an accident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To realise the value of ONE MILLISECOND, ask the person who won a silver medal at the Olympics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Treasure every moment that you have! And treasure it more because you shared it with someone special, special enough to spend your time with. And remember time waits for no one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday is history. Tomorrow is a mystery. Today is a gift. That's why its called the present.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36471750-5042281998674357793?l=abaloney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abaloney.blogspot.com/feeds/5042281998674357793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36471750&amp;postID=5042281998674357793' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36471750/posts/default/5042281998674357793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36471750/posts/default/5042281998674357793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abaloney.blogspot.com/2007/12/imagine-there-is-bank-account-that.html' title=''/><author><name>Spy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05129534678327044362</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-36471750.post-2884164419389439303</id><published>2007-11-27T11:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-27T11:26:44.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>LEARN CHINESE IN 5 MINUTES&lt;br /&gt;(You MUST read them out loud or it doesnt make as much sense)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Thats not right........ Sum Ting Wong&lt;br /&gt;2) Are you harboring a fugitive................... Hu Yu Hai Ding&lt;br /&gt;3) See me ASAP............. Kum Hia Nao&lt;br /&gt;4) Stupid Man...................... Dum Fuk&lt;br /&gt;5) Small horse... Tai Ni Po Ni&lt;br /&gt;6) Did you go to the beach?... Wai Yu So Tan&lt;br /&gt;7) I bumped in to a coffee table... Ai Bang Mai Fa Kin Ni&lt;br /&gt;8) I think you need a face lift... Chin Tu Fat&lt;br /&gt;9) It's very dark in here... Wao So Dim&lt;br /&gt;10) I thought you were on a diet... Wai Yu Mun Ching&lt;br /&gt;11) This is a tow away zone... No Pah King&lt;br /&gt;12) staying out of sight... Lei Ying Lo&lt;br /&gt;13) He's cleaning his automobile... Wa Shing Ka&lt;br /&gt;14) Your body odor is offensive... Yu Stin Ki Pu&lt;br /&gt;15) Great... Fa Kin Su Pah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the pple who didnt get it..... ur dumb&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36471750-2884164419389439303?l=abaloney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abaloney.blogspot.com/feeds/2884164419389439303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36471750&amp;postID=2884164419389439303' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36471750/posts/default/2884164419389439303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36471750/posts/default/2884164419389439303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abaloney.blogspot.com/2007/11/learn-chinese-in-5-minutes-you-must.html' title=''/><author><name>Spy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05129534678327044362</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-36471750.post-4248218889249749569</id><published>2007-11-23T00:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-23T00:07:08.298+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The term "Negative Emotions" implies all those emotions which are negative in character. They prevent us from seeing and accepting the life situations naturally. "Negative Emotions" are primarily responsible for gradual declination or downfall of our normal thinking process, which is essential for our natural (unforced) survival, even in the struggle for existence!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Continuous accumulation of negative emotions within the mind for a longer period of time can pervert our entire persona and can badly hamper the health and happiness. At earlier stages, negative emotions get backdoor entry with stealthy steps and later on entraps the mind wholly, affecting the physical body badly. Behavioral Negativities --like fear, shame, guilt, arrogance, envy, jealousy, greed, phobia and many other like that-- are considered to be an expression of "Negative Emotions"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As said above, there are various ways of expressing negative emotions like jealousy, anger, envy, greed, sloth, shame, guilt etc. Even the pleasant things in excess like over-enthusiasm, passions, elations or even certain forms of love, can also generate negative emotions. Despite being of no use to us, negative emotions are tremendously powerful. They can debilitate our lives extremely quick. A life-long friendship may come to an end with few words; suspicion or doubting the moral character of partner may lead to divorce or make disastrous choices, because we are out to prove something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disturbance in thought pattern over a longer period of time affects the body systems and gradually causes imbalance in our energy system, which triggers a sequence of physiological activities (body) OR symptoms that ultimately culminates in ill-health. Simple things may also affect our psyche badly. A cold, a headache, a late night or a missed meal; is all enough to severely alter our behavior. We may be irritated by far less than usual. We may feel tearful even at the slightest pressure. This can be controlled if we could remember the limitations of our innate nature, as well as our innate capacity to alleviate the surge of reigning negative emotions, so as to face the life situations correctly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Either in an impulsive passion as well as in a quiet manner, negative emotions can be expressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rage, anger, arrogance, uncontrolled desire, and violence, as well as self-pity, melancholy, loneliness, boredom, dissatisfaction, inadequacy or envy are few of the most common examples of expressing negative emotions. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We should not fool ourselves that saying we do not want to stop being negative means we could stop if we wanted to. We have no control, and cannot choose not to be negative. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Giving up the behavioral negativity is part of the price we pay for awakening. We have to give up something if we wish to make space for something new in our lives. We can hardly be receptive to higher forces when we are busy in criticizing or quipping others. Purging Negative emotions from the core of psyche at proper timing is the most crucial decision. Well-balanced nature, and a rational or optimistic attitude towards life leads to positive self-image and in turn, satisfying relationships with friends and others. Please remember, your innate nature and general behavioral traits dominates your thoughts, feelings, and mental make-up that affect your overall life. Having emotionally balanced nature and pragmatic attitude help you make good decisions and deal with life's challenges at home and workplace. We cannot learn to swim if we fall in the sea during a storm. We must learn swimming in a calm water. Then perhaps if we fall in we'll be able to swim. Obviously, deal with negative emotions becomes easier when we see that our repertoire of negative emotions is quite limited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;read up more from reference! stay positive n cheerful !! ^^&lt;br /&gt;extracted from : &lt;a href="http://www.charminghealth.com/negative-emotions/negative-emotions.htm"&gt;http://www.charminghealth.com/negative-emotions/negative-emotions.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36471750-4248218889249749569?l=abaloney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abaloney.blogspot.com/feeds/4248218889249749569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36471750&amp;postID=4248218889249749569' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36471750/posts/default/4248218889249749569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36471750/posts/default/4248218889249749569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abaloney.blogspot.com/2007/11/term-negative-emotions-implies-all.html' title=''/><author><name>Spy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05129534678327044362</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-36471750.post-9211868903106142384</id><published>2007-10-22T23:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-22T23:36:32.648+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Here's a little mathematical formula that might help you understand what makes up 100% perfection:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is represented as:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20 21 22 23 24 25 26.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;H-A-R-D-W-O-R-K&lt;br /&gt;8+1+18+4+23+15+18+11 = 98%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K-N-O-W-L-E-D-G-E&lt;br /&gt;11+14+15+23+12+5+4+7+5 = 96%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A-T-T-I-T-U-D-E&lt;br /&gt;1+20+20+9+20+21+4+5 = 100%&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36471750-9211868903106142384?l=abaloney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abaloney.blogspot.com/feeds/9211868903106142384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36471750&amp;postID=9211868903106142384' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36471750/posts/default/9211868903106142384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36471750/posts/default/9211868903106142384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abaloney.blogspot.com/2007/10/heres-little-mathematical-formula-that.html' title=''/><author><name>Spy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05129534678327044362</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-36471750.post-5277980485239506218</id><published>2007-10-13T19:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-13T19:40:59.958+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Smile even through your tears,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Be Strong even through your fears.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36471750-5277980485239506218?l=abaloney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abaloney.blogspot.com/feeds/5277980485239506218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36471750&amp;postID=5277980485239506218' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36471750/posts/default/5277980485239506218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36471750/posts/default/5277980485239506218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abaloney.blogspot.com/2007/10/smile-even-through-your-tears-be-strong.html' title=''/><author><name>Spy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05129534678327044362</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-36471750.post-6066838205777718223</id><published>2007-10-08T14:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-08T14:29:20.522+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Story time:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A small boy lived by the ocean. He loved all the creatures of the sea, especially the starfish, and spent much of his time exploring the seashores. One day he learned that there would be a minus tide that would leave the starfish stranded on the sand. The day of the tide he went down to the beach and began picking up the stranded starfish and started tossing them back in the sea. An elderly man who lived next door came to down to the beach to see what he was doing. “I’m saving the starfish.” The boy proudly declared. When the neighbor saw all of the stranded starfish he shook his head and said, “I’m sorry to disappoint you young man, but if the look down the beach one way, there are stranded starfish as far as the eye can see. And if you look the other way, it’s the same. One boy like you isn’t going to make much of a difference.” The boy thought about this for a moment. Then he reached his small hand down to the sand, picked up a starfish, tossed it back into the ocean and said, “I sure made a difference for that one”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even with just a little effort, it makes a different.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36471750-6066838205777718223?l=abaloney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abaloney.blogspot.com/feeds/6066838205777718223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36471750&amp;postID=6066838205777718223' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36471750/posts/default/6066838205777718223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36471750/posts/default/6066838205777718223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abaloney.blogspot.com/2007/10/story-time-small-boy-lived-by-ocean.html' title=''/><author><name>Spy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05129534678327044362</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-36471750.post-7116842898689927682</id><published>2007-10-02T15:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-02T16:00:11.007+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Don’t ever let people tell you that you aren’t good enough&lt;br /&gt;Because you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t ever give up your dreams&lt;br /&gt;Because you need them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t ever compromise your morals&lt;br /&gt;Because they make you who you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t ever hide your feelings&lt;br /&gt;Because someone’s willing to hear them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t ever think you’ve got it all figured out&lt;br /&gt;Because the next moment you won’t.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t ever live your life in the past&lt;br /&gt;Because then you’ll miss out on the now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t ever let people bring you down&lt;br /&gt;Because they don’t deserve to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t ever be someone you aren’t&lt;br /&gt;Because then you’ll never know you who really are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t ever let someone tell you how you feel&lt;br /&gt;Because it’s not their right to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t ever give up something that feels right&lt;br /&gt;Because it probably is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t ever worry about the petty things&lt;br /&gt;Because they just don’t matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t ever run away from your problems&lt;br /&gt;Because they always find you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t ever be afraid to take risks&lt;br /&gt;Because they make life worth living.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t ever let someone take away your happiness&lt;br /&gt;Because it was never theirs to take.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36471750-7116842898689927682?l=abaloney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abaloney.blogspot.com/feeds/7116842898689927682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36471750&amp;postID=7116842898689927682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36471750/posts/default/7116842898689927682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36471750/posts/default/7116842898689927682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abaloney.blogspot.com/2007/10/dont-ever-let-people-tell-you-that-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Spy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05129534678327044362</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-36471750.post-3790219941917974154</id><published>2007-09-19T19:31:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-19T19:31:20.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>As we grow up, we learn that even the one person that wasn't supposed to ever let us down, probably will. You'll have your heart broken and you'll break others' hearts. You'll fight with your best friend or maybe even fall in love with them, and you'll cry because time is flying by. So take too many pictures, laugh too much, forgive freely, and love like you've never been hurt. Life comes with no guarantees, no time outs, no second chances. you just have to live life to the fullest, tell someone what they mean to you and tell someone off, speak out, dance in the pouring rain, hold someone's hand, comfort a friend, fall asleep watching the sun come up, stay up late, be a flirt, and smile until your face hurts. Don't be afraid to take chances or fall in love and most of all, live in the moment because every second you spend angry or upset is a second of happiness you can never get back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36471750-3790219941917974154?l=abaloney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abaloney.blogspot.com/feeds/3790219941917974154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36471750&amp;postID=3790219941917974154' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36471750/posts/default/3790219941917974154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36471750/posts/default/3790219941917974154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abaloney.blogspot.com/2007/09/as-we-grow-up-we-learn-that-even-one.html' title=''/><author><name>Spy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05129534678327044362</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-36471750.post-8068624895263850958</id><published>2007-09-03T11:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-03T11:45:32.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;I have said things that I never should of said.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I have done things I never should of done.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I have hurt people I really loved.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I lost people I needed and still need.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I remember things I wish never happened.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I forget the important things in life.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I cry when I regret mistakes I have made.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I try to move on.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I try to turn my life around.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I try to forgive and forget.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I Try To Be A Good Person. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;after a while you learn the difference between&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;holding a hand and falling in love.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;you begin to learn that kisses don't always mean something&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;and promises can be broken just as quickly as they are made&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;and sometimes goodbyes really are forever. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;its too late to apologize.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36471750-8068624895263850958?l=abaloney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abaloney.blogspot.com/feeds/8068624895263850958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36471750&amp;postID=8068624895263850958' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36471750/posts/default/8068624895263850958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36471750/posts/default/8068624895263850958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abaloney.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-have-said-things-that-i-never-should.html' title=''/><author><name>Spy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05129534678327044362</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-36471750.post-5898566047824820763</id><published>2007-08-21T19:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-21T19:33:52.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>no one understands and no one will.&lt;br /&gt;wheres that no one.&lt;br /&gt;sigh-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;every fucking problem roots down to money.&lt;br /&gt;fucked up.&lt;br /&gt;problem dun comes alone.&lt;br /&gt;when will this rest...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36471750-5898566047824820763?l=abaloney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abaloney.blogspot.com/feeds/5898566047824820763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36471750&amp;postID=5898566047824820763' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36471750/posts/default/5898566047824820763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36471750/posts/default/5898566047824820763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abaloney.blogspot.com/2007/08/no-one-understands-and-no-one-will.html' title=''/><author><name>Spy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05129534678327044362</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-36471750.post-508384241550898864</id><published>2007-07-25T11:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-25T11:13:53.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"What is life? What is the meaning of life?"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are we just meaningless specks in the wide universe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, yes. We're born into this world with a void in purpose. We're like a blank cheque, with the Creator of Life's (not necessarily God) signature."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can tell you there's NO GOD IN THIS WORLD, but if you do not believe, what good would that do? I can ALSO tell you THERE'S GOD IN THIS WORLD, but again, if you don't believe, what good would that do, as well?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you think religion can INSTANTLY solve your problem, you're wrong. If priests are marketing professionals, they'd be earning big bucks, just by selling their product (i.e. religion).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Believe in yourself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stand up to those bullying you, stand up to those picking on you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're not born into this world to win awards at hospitality or likeability. So what if people dislike, or hate you? Adjust your mindset - there WILL BE people who would appreciate you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing to achieve in life? Impossible! Be it that iPod you want to get, that girl you want to woo, that grade you want to achieve, there's always something for you to work towards! Take a step back, and stop focusing on your agonies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forget about the bullying, the picking on. Think, instead, about the things, no matter how little, that you want to achieve. List them down. No matter how stupid they seem, list them down!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember, &lt;strong&gt;no one can make you inferior, without your own consent. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36471750-508384241550898864?l=abaloney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abaloney.blogspot.com/feeds/508384241550898864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36471750&amp;postID=508384241550898864' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36471750/posts/default/508384241550898864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36471750/posts/default/508384241550898864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abaloney.blogspot.com/2007/07/what-is-life-what-is-meaning-of-life.html' title=''/><author><name>Spy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05129534678327044362</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-36471750.post-4826227827989641626</id><published>2007-07-24T15:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-24T15:53:14.057+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What if humans don't die?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everything has its limitation. and for us human, death awaits us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ever wonder what will u do if u know u're gonna die the next moment? or afraid that u would die unknowingly? The process of aging is inevitable and absolutely necessary for our current physical biological body. theres no safety guarantees in life, u jus live, age and dies. Sad rite? NOPE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Human's lifespan is what challenged us into making full use of our innovating ability! Technology development and research growth is what we human r trying to do while we're alive.. trying to prolong human lifespan, finding cures for all disease, operations tools and technologies for terminal diseases.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IF human don't die.. all these would had never happened so fast. we will have no worries for prolonging life with cure n medicine. and we can do whatever we wan for EVER. nothing will be cherished, friends family loveones. Our values, perspective and society will change greatly IF we dont die. imagine a world with inputs and no outputs(human), overpopulated environment with unmotivated society. it could only get worst!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus, we had to DIE. Recycle. Cherish everyone around u! when u feel like giving up, think back what makes u held on in the first place. Family, friends, loveones?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Extracted from Troy:&lt;br /&gt;The Gods envy us. They envy us because we're mortal, because any moment might be our last. Everything is more beautiful because we're doomed. You will never be lovelier than you are now. We will never be here again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, are you afraid of Death?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36471750-4826227827989641626?l=abaloney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abaloney.blogspot.com/feeds/4826227827989641626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36471750&amp;postID=4826227827989641626' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36471750/posts/default/4826227827989641626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36471750/posts/default/4826227827989641626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abaloney.blogspot.com/2007/07/what-if-humans-dont-die-everything-has.html' title=''/><author><name>Spy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05129534678327044362</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-36471750.post-559385738707546582</id><published>2007-07-18T16:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-18T17:18:28.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Money Management (Guys VS Girls)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saw this topic debate held on the sgforums site. lol. girls mostly spend money on appearance,  fashion, outlooks. guys spend their money on IT stuff? i shud help them edit the topic. guys mostly spend money on hobbies? lol. electronic gadgets, cars, stamps, models, games, computer IT stuff and etc.. but as when we reach a certain age.. we'll find tt we dun really have much time on hobbies and stuffs. work whole day n accompany partners or frens after work. so the result will become : guys mostly spend money on girls orrr to impress girls. haha. most of the pple in the forum thinks tt they spend 50:50 fashion:hobbies. coz nowadays looks DO matters. no matter which line u're in or who u wanna impress. for me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i spend most on food! n life enjoyment. haha hobbies wise would be my 'Lao po' and computer stuffs. fashion.. just good enough to stay in trend would do. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;most guys wun have good financial management bah (im 1 of them)  jus like when sum1 ask u to buy something for them at sheng shiong for 8.40 jus becoz the mama shop nearby sells 8.70. for me i would tell him/her "i pay u 30c -_- u buy at mama shop bah". normally guys dun really look out for discount or shop around for diff price n offer for the same item. any reasonable price will do. grab n go. result in "dunno how come my money gone so fast leh -___-" abit abit here n there sums up to a mountain! lol!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;girls shud be diff bah. coz they ENJOY shoppppppeng! even window shopping can can last them whole day longgg -_- financial mangement wise, they're much much better. "everyday shop everyday shop but how come they will nv get poor de!" lol from some real life example i've seen. they work during schdays n even in holidays to save up money for the shopping spree. n most gals always "Diet" pocketmoney can save abit here n there. they dun really spend money on inpractical, unnecessary stuff. so most gal shud have at least quite a sum of money by 18yr old. once a while go out with fren splurge on food, fashion and movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not a must but most gentleman would treat a lady for a meal or movie when they're going out. this is one of the factor why guys shud work harder n earn more than girls!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last but not least. Mood. one of the biggest factor where money is concern. most pple spend money depending on mood. when u're happy, u tend to be more generous with ur expense. giving treats and buying gifts. oso when u're not happy or rather sad. u will go all out to poison urself with junk food, alcohol, or maybe even 'charity' to singapore pools. Be it angry, emo, or moody, try not to make ur wallet suffers. every single cent comes from blood n sweat of ur parent and even u urself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a simple normal handphone of 200 bucks will take around 80hrs youth of a teenager working in macdonald with base pay of 2.80/hr!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all these are jus my opinions. might not be true. no offence.&lt;br /&gt;come to think of it. its almost the same as Time Management (Guys VS Girls) to be continued.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36471750-559385738707546582?l=abaloney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abaloney.blogspot.com/feeds/559385738707546582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36471750&amp;postID=559385738707546582' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36471750/posts/default/559385738707546582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36471750/posts/default/559385738707546582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abaloney.blogspot.com/2007/07/money-management-guys-vs-girls-saw-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Spy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05129534678327044362</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-36471750.post-8313899177436628376</id><published>2007-07-13T14:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-13T14:32:56.717+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A story you and i had seen before..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Two men, both seriously ill, occupied the same hospital room. One man was allowed to sit up in his bed for an hour each afternoon to help drain the fluid from his lungs. His bed was next to the room's only window. The other man had to spend all his time flat on his back.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The men talked for hours on end. They spoke of their wives and families, their homes, their jobs, their involvement in the military service, where they had been on vacation. And every afternoon when the man in the bed by the window could sit up, he would pass the time by describing to his roommate all the things he could see outside the window. The man in the other bed began to live for those one-hour periods where his world would be broadened and enlivened by all the activity and color of the outside world.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The window overlooked a park with a lovely lake, the man said. Ducks and swans played on the water while children sailed their model boats. Lovers walked arm in arm amid flowers of every color of the rainbow. Grand old trees graced the landscape, and a fine view of the city skyline could be seen in the distance. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;As the man by the window described all this in exquisite detail, the man on the other side of the room would close his eyes and imagine the picturesque scene.One warm afternoon the man by the window described a parade passing by. Although the other man couldn't hear the band, he could see it in his mind's eye as the gentleman by the window portrayed it with descriptive words. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Unexpectedly, an alien thought entered his head:Why should he have all the pleasure of seeing everything while I never get to see anything ? It didn't seem fair. As the thought fermented the man felt ashamed at first. But as the days passed and he missed seeing more sights, his envy eroded into resentment and soon turned him sour. He began to brood and he found himself unable to sleep. He should be by that window - that thought now controlled his life.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Late one night as he lay staring at the ceiling, the man by the window began to cough. He was choking on the fluid in his lungs. The other man watched in the dimly lit room as the struggling man by the window groped for the button to call for help. Listening from across the room he never moved, never pushed his own button which would have brought the nurse running. In less than five minutes the coughing and choking stopped, along with the sound of breathing.Now there was only silence ----- deathly silence.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The following morning the day nurse arrived to bring water for their baths. When she found the lifeless body of the man by the window, she was saddened and called the hospital attendants to take it away -- no works, no fuss. As soon as it seemed appropriate, the other man asked if he could be moved next to the window. The nurse was happy to make the switch, and after making sure he was comfortable, she left him alone.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Slowly, painfully, he propped himself up on one elbow to take his first look. Finally, he would have the joy of seeing it all himself. He strained to slowly turn to look out the window beside the bed. It faced a blank wall. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36471750-8313899177436628376?l=abaloney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abaloney.blogspot.com/feeds/8313899177436628376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36471750&amp;postID=8313899177436628376' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36471750/posts/default/8313899177436628376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36471750/posts/default/8313899177436628376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abaloney.blogspot.com/2007/07/story-you-and-i-have-seen-before.html' title=''/><author><name>Spy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05129534678327044362</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-36471750.post-6144585209127797161</id><published>2007-07-12T09:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-12T09:08:10.114+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Don't Quit  -&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;this is dedicated to all my friends, foes and whoever sees this.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When things go wrong as they sometimes will,&lt;br /&gt;When the road you're trudging seems all up hill,&lt;br /&gt;When the funds are low and the debts are high&lt;br /&gt;And you want to smile, but you have to sigh,&lt;br /&gt;When care is pressing you down a bit,&lt;br /&gt;Rest if you must, but don't you quit.&lt;br /&gt;Life is queer with its twists and turns,&lt;br /&gt;As every one of us sometimes learns,&lt;br /&gt;And many a failure turns about&lt;br /&gt;When he might have won had he stuck it out;&lt;br /&gt;Don't give up though the pace seems slow--&lt;br /&gt;You may succeed with another blow,&lt;br /&gt;Success is failure turned inside out--&lt;br /&gt;The silver tint of the clouds of doubt,&lt;br /&gt;And you never can tell how close you are,&lt;br /&gt;It may be near when it seems so far;&lt;br /&gt;So stick to the fight when you're hardest hit--&lt;br /&gt;It's when things seem worst that you must not quit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36471750-6144585209127797161?l=abaloney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abaloney.blogspot.com/feeds/6144585209127797161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36471750&amp;postID=6144585209127797161' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36471750/posts/default/6144585209127797161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36471750/posts/default/6144585209127797161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abaloney.blogspot.com/2007/07/dont-quit-this-is-dedicated-to-all-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Spy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05129534678327044362</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-36471750.post-5594268434500463845</id><published>2007-07-10T09:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-11T09:13:19.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Let's face it, we've changed, we've all changed. Somewhere between the holiday end and school starting, we've all gone our own directions. Hearts were broken, friendships were diminished, and new loves started and new people came into our lives. We no longer spend all of our time together in our circle of friends; we no longer talk for hours about nothing at all. Some of us are finding love while some of us are trying to let go. Even though we've changed we all know that even though we're all finding our own place in the world that when we find love, let go of a love, or when the tears fall, or a smile spreads across our face, we'll still be drifted apart because no matter where this crazy world takes us and no matter what happens nothing will change so much that we are all not friends forever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36471750-5594268434500463845?l=abaloney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abaloney.blogspot.com/feeds/5594268434500463845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36471750&amp;postID=5594268434500463845' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36471750/posts/default/5594268434500463845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36471750/posts/default/5594268434500463845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abaloney.blogspot.com/2007/07/lets-face-it-weve-changed-weve-all.html' title=''/><author><name>Spy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05129534678327044362</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-36471750.post-6546595589596025944</id><published>2007-07-09T10:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-09T10:56:17.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i always tot i am understanding. able to put myself in others pple shoe, think like them n feel how they felt. sumhow things changes n its not really wat i expected it to be. maybe im wrong in the first place. what for pple put up a mask n be like a fren to everyone, when u have a secret to hide from everyone. to think tt i treat u 2 as my good frens. buay gum really = buay gum la. its okay de. dog can never be with a bird tt fly around. let it be. one thing i learnt from this : leopard nv change its spot. jus fk it. but its really no ones fault in the end. its jus a play of fate. kinda sad case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this may sound biase or watsoeva. well. this is my post. what i really thinks. its okay! human r meant to be like this. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was so wrong. great hopes comes great disappointment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36471750-6546595589596025944?l=abaloney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abaloney.blogspot.com/feeds/6546595589596025944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36471750&amp;postID=6546595589596025944' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36471750/posts/default/6546595589596025944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36471750/posts/default/6546595589596025944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abaloney.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-always-tot-i-am-understanding.html' title=''/><author><name>Spy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05129534678327044362</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-36471750.post-3722981371111616264</id><published>2007-07-04T17:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-04T17:51:25.745+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;DREAM BIKE LA!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083276925173644754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LhR-dxDWsSM/RottblvqPdI/AAAAAAAAABY/FqmzDttab9A/s320/YamahaR6_2006-m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36471750-3722981371111616264?l=abaloney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abaloney.blogspot.com/feeds/3722981371111616264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36471750&amp;postID=3722981371111616264' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36471750/posts/default/3722981371111616264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36471750/posts/default/3722981371111616264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abaloney.blogspot.com/2007/07/dream-bike-la.html' title=''/><author><name>Spy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05129534678327044362</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/_LhR-dxDWsSM/RottblvqPdI/AAAAAAAAABY/FqmzDttab9A/s72-c/YamahaR6_2006-m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36471750.post-8539297400469823892</id><published>2007-07-04T14:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-04T15:10:48.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>human growth is 'scary'.. one very obvious point : technologies. even the most complex supercomputer is build by human brain. this maybe considered as a good-coming of human growth! but mentally i think human de mindset and way of thinking is 'advancing' or 'evolving' lol 'mutating' oso. becoming worst. i can say. when pple knows about bad experience from history they learnt from it and try not to repeats it.. human getting clever'er' haha i think the prophecy of 'end of world' or wat will nv cross our mind. sure have solution by then de. beliefs will be abandon. science rules and wateva... lol dun think i'll live till tt point of time. flying car, hollowgram teebee, virtual simulation 'matrix' hahaaaaa teleportation.. what else... ya i think by then human will becomes more selfish n stubborn. self centered freak. bleeeeh human IQ will get lower n eq too. A.I will take over human brain.. human getting lazier n dumber. floating buildings everywhere.. skystreet names. cloud bath. no more star watching at the beach at night le.. all u see r lights from building in the sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S  : im oso a human! hahahaha blehhh still have to say it out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA so bored so came n crapped here!!!!!!!! =PP&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36471750-8539297400469823892?l=abaloney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abaloney.blogspot.com/feeds/8539297400469823892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36471750&amp;postID=8539297400469823892' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36471750/posts/default/8539297400469823892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36471750/posts/default/8539297400469823892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abaloney.blogspot.com/2007/07/human-growth-is-scary.html' title=''/><author><name>Spy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05129534678327044362</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-36471750.post-7962283172173496918</id><published>2007-07-04T10:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-04T10:27:01.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Life's tough, but there is still hope. Hope for tomorrow. Hope for a day where anything can happen. You can visit new cities, new countries, and even start a NEW day. A NEW life. It's your choice to do whatever your mind can think up. Because life's full blank pages. Every next second is a fresh new empty page waiting to be filled with whatever it is that you love, a photo, an unforgettable quote, a happening event, a sound of sadness, not to forget THE MOMENT OF JOY!~ So what are you waiting for? Live IT. hahahaha! so inspiring RITE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 more weeks. JIAYOU +U +U!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36471750-7962283172173496918?l=abaloney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abaloney.blogspot.com/feeds/7962283172173496918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36471750&amp;postID=7962283172173496918' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36471750/posts/default/7962283172173496918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36471750/posts/default/7962283172173496918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abaloney.blogspot.com/2007/07/lifes-tough-but-there-is-still-hope.html' title=''/><author><name>Spy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05129534678327044362</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-36471750.post-5872701818122098347</id><published>2007-06-28T11:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-28T11:34:19.615+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>haix dam fedup with this kind of life oh fuck it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feeling so sick everyday. coming all the way here to work. din get to have a break at all. work work work doing all the shit stuff that im know nuts of. having so many pair of eyes staring at u waiting for u to make mistake n out u go. with pple who u know tt hates u around greeting u so fakely and even spreading fucking rumours about u which u wun even noe. seems like every1 whos getting close to him r drifting away from me. typical assholes. fucked. things begin to pull me down whenever im already half way up. i tried to stay cheerful but things dont really goes tt smoothly. signing bond was nv a regret for me. im more than happy to help out any1 financially when im capable of. though everyday, the tot of 'breaking bond' when appear in mind whenever sumthing illegal tots crosses my mind. 100k. tts it. all the way down the Building i go. still waiting for tt day. riding bikes is really enjoyable and i still look forward for further upgrade classes of bike. but now, riding bike will soon become the reason of breaking the bond. its not safe. dangerous. i know. time management. i dun really manage my time well. i can spend time crapping around n gaming but not using the time on work, studies n family. too many clik of frens. i wun wanna disapoint each of them. but whenever outing crashed. choice had to be made. now i think tt im not part of any clik out there. not a good fren at all. jack of all trade. tts how pple felt a-lone. theres many scene in life i wish to repeat. but i cant. i've let down so many pple by making the wrong choice. when u dissapoint sum1 most likely there wun be another chance he or she will look for u again. family. always tot tt signing the bond would lighten the burden of parents. somehow its right. but im becoming more money minded. thinking money solves n covers everything. giving  200dollar to my sister as present got me a reply of 'i would wan tt 200 dollar, but i wan ur time for family outing more.' money vs time. all these bullshit end up to this fuckup attachment. and ya here i am whining and blaming about these. believe me try it and u'll know wats these all about. waking up early in the morning. be it u drive or take public transport. u'll still nid an hr to reach. and got myself into accident this morning. thou its not my fault. but if the driver ever report it to police n there goes my bond. take this as a lesson learnt. all the above r my personal recount. do understand the meaning of it. it might be my last post.. dun pple onli learn when they're about to die. now im half dead.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36471750-5872701818122098347?l=abaloney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abaloney.blogspot.com/feeds/5872701818122098347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36471750&amp;postID=5872701818122098347' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36471750/posts/default/5872701818122098347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36471750/posts/default/5872701818122098347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abaloney.blogspot.com/2007/06/haix-dam-fedup-with-this-kind-of-life.html' title=''/><author><name>Spy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05129534678327044362</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-36471750.post-6893257389378368571</id><published>2007-06-27T09:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-27T09:16:16.901+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>AHHHHHHHHHHHH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;attachment haoooooooooo tonggggg kuuuuu ahhh&lt;br /&gt;have u ever tried waking up in the morning and feel like taking mc for the day and rest at home do whatever shit u wan?! this is how i felt everyday!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i think im getting used to it le. pple here still ok bah..&lt;br /&gt;"no matter how badly u do. whateva crap u give! the most they can do is scold or fail U! they cant kill U!" think liddat happy le =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wellll its a busy week! hahahahahaahaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Countdown till The Rise of GST : 4 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enjoy ur Great Singapore Sales now or NEVER!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36471750-6893257389378368571?l=abaloney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abaloney.blogspot.com/feeds/6893257389378368571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36471750&amp;postID=6893257389378368571' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36471750/posts/default/6893257389378368571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36471750/posts/default/6893257389378368571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abaloney.blogspot.com/2007/06/ahhhhhhhhhhhh-attachment-haoooooooooo.html' title=''/><author><name>Spy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05129534678327044362</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-36471750.post-7226486122964127125</id><published>2007-06-22T11:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-22T11:51:42.974+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>19 yrs past since i was born&lt;br /&gt;16 yrs past - i first 'talked' lol&lt;br /&gt;13 yrs past since graduated from kindergarden&lt;br /&gt;7 yrs past - PSLE and graduated from primary&lt;br /&gt;3 yrs past - O'lvl and graduated from secondary&lt;br /&gt;9 mths past since i last had my holiday -_-&lt;br /&gt;1 mth past - attachment time flies -&lt;br /&gt;2 mths more till the end of attachment&lt;br /&gt;4 mths more till the begining of study path&lt;br /&gt;8 mths more till i graduate from poly and go army-&lt;br /&gt;so on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still moving on and counting-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36471750-7226486122964127125?l=abaloney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abaloney.blogspot.com/feeds/7226486122964127125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36471750&amp;postID=7226486122964127125' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36471750/posts/default/7226486122964127125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36471750/posts/default/7226486122964127125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abaloney.blogspot.com/2007/06/19-yrs-past-since-i-was-born-16-yrs.html' title=''/><author><name>Spy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05129534678327044362</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-36471750.post-4290218171712997393</id><published>2007-06-20T11:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-20T11:20:35.597+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY 19th BIRTHDAY TO SKY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol another guy growing old le!!! still got 3 month till my turn =(&lt;br /&gt;everyday listen to 987fm, oreadi collected a whole list of song i want!!&lt;br /&gt;hh n i jus discussed about "no life" LOL&lt;br /&gt;8 hr of sleep daily + 8 hr of full time work = 16 hr&lt;br /&gt;1 hr of break in between work&lt;br /&gt;1 hr traveling time there n 1 hr traveling time back&lt;br /&gt;1 hr breakfast and preparation for work in the morning&lt;br /&gt;1 hr bathing and dinner time when Home sweet home&lt;br /&gt;16 + 5 = 21 hr... which means we left 3 hr to slack&lt;br /&gt;haha it suxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;claypot rice : 374 Racecourse Road- Tong Qiang Claypot!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36471750-4290218171712997393?l=abaloney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abaloney.blogspot.com/feeds/4290218171712997393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36471750&amp;postID=4290218171712997393' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36471750/posts/default/4290218171712997393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36471750/posts/default/4290218171712997393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abaloney.blogspot.com/2007/06/happy-19th-birthday-to-sky-lol-another.html' title=''/><author><name>Spy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05129534678327044362</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-36471750.post-7735933530649560108</id><published>2007-06-18T16:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-18T16:51:15.202+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sian sian sian sian n MORE SIAN!!!&lt;br /&gt;monday bluesssss so shagged at work(rot till shag) - sian&lt;br /&gt;have work to do but duno how to start doing - sian&lt;br /&gt;weather getting worst n worst office getting cold - sian&lt;br /&gt;i wan my holiday!!! 1 yr dun have holiday soooo - sian&lt;br /&gt;MY PAY haven comeeeeeee hp bill haven pay =(  - sian&lt;br /&gt;i wan to go SHOPPING!!! Great Singapore SALESSS - sian&lt;br /&gt;everyday at least 5person i chat wif will say "im bored" - sian&lt;br /&gt;but tts one good thing. at least im not alone!!!! - sian&lt;br /&gt;to those reading these siannnnn sentence :&lt;br /&gt;U oso very bored riteeeee LOL&lt;br /&gt;thnx for readingggggggggggggg share my boredom!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36471750-7735933530649560108?l=abaloney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abaloney.blogspot.com/feeds/7735933530649560108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36471750&amp;postID=7735933530649560108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36471750/posts/default/7735933530649560108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36471750/posts/default/7735933530649560108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abaloney.blogspot.com/2007/06/sian-sian-sian-sian-n-more-sian-monday.html' title=''/><author><name>Spy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05129534678327044362</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-36471750.post-8925939782462966726</id><published>2007-06-15T14:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-15T14:12:33.144+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;One of my Job Scope : Playing "The Sims"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076169304065066162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LhR-dxDWsSM/RnItFlyKRLI/AAAAAAAAABA/JKGXrNhhcSg/s320/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My house : 1st floor Plan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LhR-dxDWsSM/RnItFlyKRMI/AAAAAAAAABI/E4DkOVUQLMg/s1600-h/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076169304065066178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LhR-dxDWsSM/RnItFlyKRMI/AAAAAAAAABI/E4DkOVUQLMg/s320/3.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My house : 2nd Floor Plan&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LhR-dxDWsSM/RnItFlyKRNI/AAAAAAAAABQ/xQz7kPn1yTc/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076169304065066194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LhR-dxDWsSM/RnItFlyKRNI/AAAAAAAAABQ/xQz7kPn1yTc/s320/2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My House : 3d View LOL!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;cool ritee. -.- everyday learning how to draw 3d building model. pro IT architect le LOL! interior designer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36471750-8925939782462966726?l=abaloney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abaloney.blogspot.com/feeds/8925939782462966726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36471750&amp;postID=8925939782462966726' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36471750/posts/default/8925939782462966726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36471750/posts/default/8925939782462966726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abaloney.blogspot.com/2007/06/one-of-my-job-scope-playing-sims-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Spy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05129534678327044362</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/_LhR-dxDWsSM/RnItFlyKRLI/AAAAAAAAABA/JKGXrNhhcSg/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36471750.post-2377783049615845133</id><published>2007-06-11T10:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-11T10:37:53.458+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hai..&lt;br /&gt;offend pple too easily -__-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;monday blue.. listening to radio 98.7fm. Mutton in the Morning.&lt;br /&gt;currently introducing lunch places lol beef kway teow. century square's food junction 10/10 (recommended by listener)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess i wun be doing much things today. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;$$ I WAN $$&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont need to get-a-life. im a gamer. i have plenty of 'life' ^^&lt;br /&gt;Full time Gamer nowadays.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36471750-2377783049615845133?l=abaloney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abaloney.blogspot.com/feeds/2377783049615845133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36471750&amp;postID=2377783049615845133' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36471750/posts/default/2377783049615845133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36471750/posts/default/2377783049615845133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abaloney.blogspot.com/2007/06/hai.html' title=''/><author><name>Spy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05129534678327044362</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-36471750.post-322261793306460478</id><published>2007-06-08T10:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-07T10:21:00.997+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yeaaaaa updating blog in office hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;too busy getting myself a healthy lifestyle.&lt;br /&gt;early to rise early to bed makes a man healthy but socially dead.&lt;br /&gt;tt explains all! lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today a new guy came. shud say ah pek.&lt;br /&gt;Ren Bu Ke Mao Xiang!!!!! LOL&lt;br /&gt;he loooks like those ah pek in kopitiam. in 40's wear sandal. kokok de glasses, ragged de shirt and grey pants lol.. HES A Master degree holder!! specialist in database management and server thingy. wtf riteee. hahahaaaaa happening life bleh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;51 working day more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;laugh to forget &amp;amp; cry to remember&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36471750-322261793306460478?l=abaloney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abaloney.blogspot.com/feeds/322261793306460478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36471750&amp;postID=322261793306460478' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36471750/posts/default/322261793306460478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36471750/posts/default/322261793306460478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abaloney.blogspot.com/2007/06/yeaaaaa-updating-blog-in-office-hour.html' title=''/><author><name>Spy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05129534678327044362</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-36471750.post-4892903081454921193</id><published>2007-05-31T22:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T22:28:05.129+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>3rd day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today is a special day. i took public transport to work! Lol. dun ask y. bleh. exclude walking n shits, it took me 45min to reach my workplace. brought my own cup n cookie,biscuit,bread alot foood there for 'war'. theres milo powder in the pastry. so i brew a cup of hot milo n eat biscuit n read news from the web. typical office lifestyle from wat i've seen. kinda fun readin news this way. lol. practically did the same thing for the day. n went home by public transport n meet up wif xavier LOL he oso jus nice finish hes work at sentosa. went home prepare up n go for basketball relieve session wif him. totally exhausted n some big guy strangle my foot n got sprained. bleh. @#$%^&amp;*! lol went home bath n sleep so tired. one day jus finishes like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;getting bored in here.. n its onli the 3rd day -.- 2month 27 days more. AHh. i still felt tt this round de fyp batch is much much more funnnn =( all the 'steady' kia over there! lol n im sure its lots of crapping n cockers in sch! awww attachment sux... office politic too heavy.. have to respect supervisor yet be frenly very tough. n i dun wish to get bad result for this =.= 4 month liddat nv meet up wif all the crappers n cockers of D5 le. first thing i'll do when i see them the next sems is to BANG THEM! LOL. damn miss all the fun n tough time we had! LOL. one of the best memory: Dharma's birthday bash in dennis's van LOL 10+ pple squeeze at the back of the van bashing him up damn crowded! lOl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;office is bored.. if any1 see this post pls try to double click &lt;a href="mailto:spy_apple@hotmail.com"&gt;spy_apple@hotmail.com&lt;/a&gt; in ur msn n type anything. i'll see to it n reply very fast! LOL. DAMN BOORED OK?! bleh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i believe in nuttin but myself. this is my belief. everything lies on ur hand! so handle it well n dun blame watever shit when u fall. haha! : free-thinkerism :&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36471750-4892903081454921193?l=abaloney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abaloney.blogspot.com/feeds/4892903081454921193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36471750&amp;postID=4892903081454921193' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36471750/posts/default/4892903081454921193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36471750/posts/default/4892903081454921193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abaloney.blogspot.com/2007/05/3rd-day-getting-bored-in-here.html' title=''/><author><name>Spy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05129534678327044362</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-36471750.post-7985251702289346710</id><published>2007-05-29T21:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-29T21:29:07.592+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Day no. 2:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 am woke up. went off at 7.45 liddat and this time round i din lost my way or watsoever. thus reached there by 8.20. but i seriously think tt my bike need serious maintenance.. too old le keep having some choking n strokes. lol. pick up getting slow n speed is reducing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to cafeteria to get some "Bao" to eat. then started my work at 8.40 bah blar blar&lt;br /&gt;office life is so stressful. with pple around n boss catching u any moment u're not 'awake'. lol seriously i think all student shud have the chance to taste working life by doing attachment. monday - friday 9am - 6pm is totally a "Socially Dead period" u have works tied up at work.. thus work till 7pm normally. by the time u reach home bath and eat ur dinner rest abit. its oreadi 9pm. do watever u wan for 1 hr n sleep at 10pm sharp. if not the next day u will sure fall asleep at work.. its not oni becoz not enuff sleep. its tt u got so much work u feel like resting n worst is after lunch break. so fulll u'll feel like sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3months of socially dead period might not be a big diff for me anyway.&lt;br /&gt;jus felt tt every1 is jus entertaining every1.  bleh. emos-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36471750-7985251702289346710?l=abaloney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abaloney.blogspot.com/feeds/7985251702289346710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36471750&amp;postID=7985251702289346710' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36471750/posts/default/7985251702289346710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36471750/posts/default/7985251702289346710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abaloney.blogspot.com/2007/05/day-no.html' title=''/><author><name>Spy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05129534678327044362</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-36471750.post-2889932274816451939</id><published>2007-05-28T19:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-28T19:52:43.344+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>1st day of Attachment :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;did lots of research on where the working is and how to get there BUT in the end still got lost for an hour -.- woke up 7 in the morning. all set to move off at 7.30Am. took SLE n joined TPE which was suppose to be CTE =.= so went all the way to Sengkang n UTurn back on expressway n back to CTE its a hell jam down there. but i manage to squeeeeze thru the cars LOl pple in the car looks unhappy then. finally saw the Siemens Centre! n went on the way the streetdirectory shows.. the road is closed =.= so i make it all the way down to kallang exit. n figured my way to the centre. once again i past by the centre YAY! but i cant find a right place to park it =.= n then.. i overshot. its a one way road doooooooooots. went all the way to jalan besar to Uturn back "A Long Way" . came back this time n got real pissed!!!! macpherson to jalan besar got another ERP =.= wasted so much money on it by jus uturning LOL however, i still cant find a plc to park so i jus dump it by the pathment. n 2 TP jus past by when i was about to park. a bad start of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went in the place at around 9.15. LATE =.= 7.30 - 9.15 was like 2hr trip bleeeeh&lt;br /&gt;luckily the pple there were frenly guys. most pple there i've seen were not singaporean but their personality is much much much better off than locals. din really did much there for today.. jus roughly get to know wat issit all about n a run down of the system. my job is to check n test their system using given 3d model concept. its bored n can be done quite fast which will makes me looks like i've nuttin to do =.= bad impression.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;get to know the pple there well n chat abit here n there. most of them r 'genius', Master degree holder, on Scholarship sponsor, Merit Diploma holder, n Uni graduates wif Merit. blar blar. programming is jus a 'kickless' to them. but my supervisor has a stress look even thou hes quite frenly.. lOl might offend him when im doing nothing coz i'll ask him wat can i do blar blar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the food over there isnt tt bad but very exp. shall try out the hawker jus across the street, highly recommended by the staff there. lol PRAWN MEE =.= 6pm! we told tt we can go off when its 6+. so we went off separately. LOL n luckily i din get any summons or clamps! quickly hop on n vroooms away. i reached home about 6.35? LOl its 2hr there n 20 mins back home bleeeh. its a bad start off but overall its still a good job environment lol Happy for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shud i accept this 2nd chance of scoring an A or even Distinction given by my Fyp supervisor or shud i jus let it be n get a pass instead. so stressful life!!! if accept will have to do Fyp while doing IPP sian ar sian =.= help me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36471750-2889932274816451939?l=abaloney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abaloney.blogspot.com/feeds/2889932274816451939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36471750&amp;postID=2889932274816451939' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36471750/posts/default/2889932274816451939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36471750/posts/default/2889932274816451939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abaloney.blogspot.com/2007/05/1st-day-of-attachment-did-lots-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Spy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05129534678327044362</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-36471750.post-30472273632261891</id><published>2007-05-23T22:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-23T22:14:50.137+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Siannn attachment posting out le.&lt;br /&gt;got posted to novaCITYNETS Pte Ltd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.novacitynets.com/"&gt;http://www.novacitynets.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its located at Siemens Centre near macpherson bah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;soooo far. sian again. hope it wun be bored n rot for 3 month again.&lt;br /&gt;too stress too much work oso dun wan. jus relax relax pass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;be strong. stand firm. hold on to ur beliefs. never give up on hope!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bleeh LOL feel like yelling! PARTY WORLD ANY1?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch your thoughts; they become words.&lt;br /&gt;Watch your words; they become actions.&lt;br /&gt;Watch your actions; they become habits.&lt;br /&gt;Watch your habits; they become character.&lt;br /&gt;Watch your character; it becomes your destiny.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36471750-30472273632261891?l=abaloney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abaloney.blogspot.com/feeds/30472273632261891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36471750&amp;postID=30472273632261891' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36471750/posts/default/30472273632261891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36471750/posts/default/30472273632261891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abaloney.blogspot.com/2007/05/siannn-attachment-posting-out-le.html' title=''/><author><name>Spy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05129534678327044362</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-36471750.post-9104075075179312463</id><published>2007-05-23T13:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-23T13:29:34.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;its jus not my day..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;forget it. anyways presentation over. 2 more day fyp's over too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;looking forward to attachment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so down..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bleh HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36471750-9104075075179312463?l=abaloney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abaloney.blogspot.com/feeds/9104075075179312463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36471750&amp;postID=9104075075179312463' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36471750/posts/default/9104075075179312463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36471750/posts/default/9104075075179312463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abaloney.blogspot.com/2007/05/its-jus-not-my-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Spy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05129534678327044362</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-36471750.post-7488856827947870974</id><published>2007-05-16T10:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-16T10:49:47.414+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;DAMNNNNNNNNNNNNNN BOREEEEDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD  LAAA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Week 11 of Fyp&lt;br /&gt;nextweek last week of fypj. Presentation week lol.&lt;br /&gt;ALOT things to do laaaaa&lt;br /&gt;Documentation n presentation thingy n etcccc.&lt;br /&gt;no mood to do oso!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GAMEE!!! i wanna play GAME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally back to the Gamer Self! i got back the Soul! HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Attachment starts 28th May. no holiday after FYP sian -.-&lt;br /&gt;a lecture mate whos having attachment now inform me tt im in the list to be attach to his company -.- POTONG PASIR LEH so FARRR n need to wear formal n all aunties uncle environment de lehh sibeiii sian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3months of rottign really sux. =.=&lt;br /&gt;SIAN UNTIL BLOG IN SCH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bleeeh back to report writing le&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19th MAY (this sat) BBQ for 4m2'04 BOYS N GALS! 5pm Blk 37  Marsiling Rise there!&lt;br /&gt;CYA ALL!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36471750-7488856827947870974?l=abaloney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abaloney.blogspot.com/feeds/7488856827947870974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36471750&amp;postID=7488856827947870974' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36471750/posts/default/7488856827947870974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36471750/posts/default/7488856827947870974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abaloney.blogspot.com/2007/05/damnnnnnnnnnnnnnn-boreeeedddddddddddddd.html' title=''/><author><name>Spy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05129534678327044362</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-36471750.post-3758054882960361983</id><published>2007-05-13T19:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-13T19:39:19.339+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;我要做有钱人！&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-.- its mothers' day. everywhere packed with pple. even those restaurant. haix. got limited by our budget for today's celebration.. so siannnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn&lt;br /&gt;damn pissed!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IM GONNA STRIVE TO BE WEALTHY NO MATTER WAT!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36471750-3758054882960361983?l=abaloney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abaloney.blogspot.com/feeds/3758054882960361983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36471750&amp;postID=3758054882960361983' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36471750/posts/default/3758054882960361983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36471750/posts/default/3758054882960361983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abaloney.blogspot.com/2007/05/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Spy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05129534678327044362</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-36471750.post-177362459755037265</id><published>2007-05-10T19:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-11T13:06:22.249+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>shud i mod my bike n carry on biking..&lt;br /&gt;or use the money on my car dream?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still quite alot things to experience in life! die die oso must survive every obstacle. so shud everyone of u!&lt;br /&gt;list of things i wan in 5 yrs time.&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;s&gt;drive a bike&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- drive a car&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;s&gt;see planes at changi airport&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- ride on a plane&lt;br /&gt;- design my own house n move into it!&lt;br /&gt;- well dressed in suits LOL&lt;br /&gt;- serve NS lOl.&lt;br /&gt;- lead a better life&lt;br /&gt;- ice skating&lt;br /&gt;- surfboarding&lt;br /&gt;- Paris, London, or any part of France!&lt;br /&gt;- experience worklife&lt;br /&gt;- grow taller, fatter, tanned, n stronger!&lt;br /&gt;- etc etc so much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a 5 yr bonded guy shudnt expect much from life le. lOL. i might forget most pple or most pple might forget me. after 5 yrs, a new chapter of life will imerge!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol its time to play MAPLE! again. -.-&lt;br /&gt;whole life dun have much archievement. everything halfway give up 1. badd attitude of mine ^^ soo sadddd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hope to participate WCG this yr LOL!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36471750-177362459755037265?l=abaloney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abaloney.blogspot.com/feeds/177362459755037265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36471750&amp;postID=177362459755037265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36471750/posts/default/177362459755037265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36471750/posts/default/177362459755037265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abaloney.blogspot.com/2007/05/shud-i-mod-my-bike-n-carry-on-biking.html' title=''/><author><name>Spy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05129534678327044362</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-36471750.post-8405429779241603442</id><published>2007-05-10T11:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-10T11:49:30.532+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>great relieves bah.&lt;br /&gt;haha now tt i know im not the cause of wat happened.&lt;br /&gt;n every1 has oreadi moved on lol.&lt;br /&gt;best wishes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time for me to carry on! LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had a wonderful night ytd MAMBOO lol&lt;br /&gt;stressless-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36471750-8405429779241603442?l=abaloney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abaloney.blogspot.com/feeds/8405429779241603442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36471750&amp;postID=8405429779241603442' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36471750/posts/default/8405429779241603442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36471750/posts/default/8405429779241603442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abaloney.blogspot.com/2007/05/great-relieves-bah.html' title=''/><author><name>Spy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05129534678327044362</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-36471750.post-6211080950707681089</id><published>2007-05-09T18:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-09T18:54:12.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>'its been quite awhile since i last blogged.' this line seems so common =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have u ever felt sorry about something tt happened and wonder what really happened? i think for me life oni has High n Low. Being Happy for long and Sad for quite some time. blar blar blar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im not some kind of mind reader.. so i really dunno wats going on. being the guilty 1 doesnt felt good. and worst of all i still have to smile n pretend nuttin really happened. sticking my face to a cold shoulder jus to make things back to normal again. Life's so fake. ahhh fuck. am i the oni 1 having this thought?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish of the year : turns evil. hate this weakling side. always felt bad over small little thing. Sadist sux.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im so Sorry. im the 1 at fault. i cant do much to resolve this. i jus dunno how. maybe when u no longer feel like or hate, we could be at least frens again.&lt;br /&gt;11th: i really mean it when i say all 10 reason. I've never regretted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FYPj ending in 2 weeks time.&lt;br /&gt;loss occurs in process of gain. so.. overall fypj is quite enjoyable bah. got to know alots of frens n know tt really : dun judge pple by looks. for both good n bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking forward to Atttachment!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SfMaIkLeE! =)=&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36471750-6211080950707681089?l=abaloney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abaloney.blogspot.com/feeds/6211080950707681089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36471750&amp;postID=6211080950707681089' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36471750/posts/default/6211080950707681089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36471750/posts/default/6211080950707681089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abaloney.blogspot.com/2007/05/its-been-quite-awhile-since-i-last.html' title=''/><author><name>Spy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05129534678327044362</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-36471750.post-7242268081700797291</id><published>2007-05-03T12:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-03T14:16:18.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Once upon a time, there was a stubborn sparrow who decided not to fly south for the winter. However, soon the weather turned so cold that he reluctantly started to fly south. In a short time ice began to form on his wings and he fell to earth in a barnyard, almost frozen. A cow passed by and poo-ed on the sparrow. The sparrow thought it was the end. But, the poo warmed him and defrosted his wings. Warm and happy, able to breathe, he started to sing. Just then a large cat came by, and hearing the chirping, investigated the sounds. The cat cleared away the poo, found the chirping bird and promptly ate him.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moral of the story:&lt;br /&gt;1. Everyone who shits on you is not necessarily your enemy.&lt;br /&gt;2. Everyone who gets you out of the shit is not necessarily your friend.&lt;br /&gt;3. And, even if you're warm and happy in a pile of shit, keep your mouth shut!&lt;br /&gt;DON'T WORRY -- BE HAPPY!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36471750-7242268081700797291?l=abaloney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abaloney.blogspot.com/feeds/7242268081700797291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36471750&amp;postID=7242268081700797291' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36471750/posts/default/7242268081700797291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36471750/posts/default/7242268081700797291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abaloney.blogspot.com/2007/05/once-upon-time-there-was-stubborn.html' title=''/><author><name>Spy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05129534678327044362</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-36471750.post-8436914548623055785</id><published>2007-04-20T18:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-20T19:09:29.908+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>FYP life :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first time in my life i felt so guilty laaaaaaaaa&lt;br /&gt;in the past, i enjoy doing the project myself coz can understand the coding better&lt;br /&gt;now rongky does all the job le&lt;br /&gt;luckily i was not in rongky class. stressed up. hes too good le.&lt;br /&gt;Tian Wai You Tian. Ren Wai You Ren.&lt;br /&gt;Yi Shan Hai Bi Yi Shan Gao.&lt;br /&gt;IM SO WEAK LOL SUXX!&lt;br /&gt;i din help much oso siannn&lt;br /&gt;programmer works best alone lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fyp everyday 8.30 - 6 so shag la -.- go home play abit game watch teebee sleep le&lt;br /&gt;morning 7 wake up so sian. this shows how work life sux.&lt;br /&gt;"Welcome home daddy/mummy" would really be a great help to make them feel back home!&lt;br /&gt;after a whole day of tiring n long hour boring stressful environment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;the good part of FYP :&lt;br /&gt;get to know more n more alot more frens. lol. loves making fren!&lt;br /&gt;can know more different happening life.&lt;br /&gt;long hour in sch can meet up other fren around NYP for lunch or break LOL&lt;br /&gt;most imptly - understand how miserable life can be in working life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but due to this long hour thingy. din manage to meet up frens tt much le&lt;br /&gt;"STILL MISS U ALL SUCKERS!"  eee so disgusting.&lt;br /&gt;frens n family most impt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tertiary fling next thursday! hope to meet up all the poly gang again!&lt;br /&gt;inviting ALL!!!&lt;br /&gt;KL trip after this FYP thing. go there wif bunch of joker lol so excited abt it!&lt;br /&gt;Chalet in august as a farewell for ZHUXI! hopefully he can make it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36471750-8436914548623055785?l=abaloney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abaloney.blogspot.com/feeds/8436914548623055785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36471750&amp;postID=8436914548623055785' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36471750/posts/default/8436914548623055785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36471750/posts/default/8436914548623055785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abaloney.blogspot.com/2007/04/fyp-life-first-time-in-my-life-i-felt.html' title=''/><author><name>Spy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05129534678327044362</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-36471750.post-8072553040236859061</id><published>2007-04-19T19:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-19T19:10:01.891+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;sian... freaking disapointed by my current hair. so ugly lor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;mood is totally affected by it la =.=&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;super siannnn&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;damnnnn pisssed at the hairstylist fuck.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;cut until so short&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;feel like suiciding le&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;why do all good things come to an end&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;why do all bad things keep happening to me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LhR-dxDWsSM/RidL9ZbHjDI/AAAAAAAAAAw/VnqiFEoAIIU/s1600-h/jpg.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055092624915401778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LhR-dxDWsSM/RidL9ZbHjDI/AAAAAAAAAAw/VnqiFEoAIIU/s400/jpg.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;B4 : A messy freak&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LhR-dxDWsSM/RidL9pbHjEI/AAAAAAAAAA4/KLaO9MPkL3U/s1600-h/jpg2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055092629210369090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LhR-dxDWsSM/RidL9pbHjEI/AAAAAAAAAA4/KLaO9MPkL3U/s400/jpg2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;After: SUPER FUGLY SHIT!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36471750-8072553040236859061?l=abaloney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abaloney.blogspot.com/feeds/8072553040236859061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36471750&amp;postID=8072553040236859061' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36471750/posts/default/8072553040236859061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36471750/posts/default/8072553040236859061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abaloney.blogspot.com/2007/04/sian.html' title=''/><author><name>Spy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05129534678327044362</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/_LhR-dxDWsSM/RidL9ZbHjDI/AAAAAAAAAAw/VnqiFEoAIIU/s72-c/jpg.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36471750.post-2730929088201714232</id><published>2007-04-16T20:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-16T20:47:46.327+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>shall not question myself anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just let things be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36471750-2730929088201714232?l=abaloney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abaloney.blogspot.com/feeds/2730929088201714232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36471750&amp;postID=2730929088201714232' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36471750/posts/default/2730929088201714232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36471750/posts/default/2730929088201714232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abaloney.blogspot.com/2007/04/shall-not-question-myself-anymore-just.html' title=''/><author><name>Spy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05129534678327044362</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-36471750.post-4011533483158989521</id><published>2007-04-11T21:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-11T21:01:32.545+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The greatest irony of love:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loving the right person at the wrong time, having the wrong person when the time is right, and finding out you love someone right after that person walks out of your life... And sometimes, you think you're already over a person, But when you see them smile at you, you'll suddenly realize that you're just pretending to be over them just to ease the pain of knowing that they will never be yours again... For some, they think that letting go is one way of expressing how much you love the person... In my opinion, some are afraid to see the one they love being held by someone else... Most relationships tend to fail not because the absence of love - love is always present. It's just that one was being loved too much and the other was being loved too little... As we all know the heart is the center of the body but it beats on the left. Maybe that's the reason why the heart is not always right... Most often, we fall in love with the person we think we love but to only discover that for them, we are just for past times, while the one who truly loves us remains either a friend or a stranger... So here's a piece of advice: Let go when you're hurting too much. Give up when love isn't enough, and move on when things are not like before... For sure, there is someone out there who will love you even more...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36471750-4011533483158989521?l=abaloney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abaloney.blogspot.com/feeds/4011533483158989521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36471750&amp;postID=4011533483158989521' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36471750/posts/default/4011533483158989521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36471750/posts/default/4011533483158989521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abaloney.blogspot.com/2007/04/greatest-irony-of-love-loving-right.html' title=''/><author><name>Spy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05129534678327044362</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-36471750.post-3392615777351512418</id><published>2007-03-15T23:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-16T10:38:53.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LhR-dxDWsSM/RflgbAp1jrI/AAAAAAAAAAk/nfbEnujClqc/s1600-h/DSC00086s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042167274966191794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LhR-dxDWsSM/RflgbAp1jrI/AAAAAAAAAAk/nfbEnujClqc/s400/DSC00086s.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; Say Hello to my new darling baby!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Its my first love-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36471750-3392615777351512418?l=abaloney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abaloney.blogspot.com/feeds/3392615777351512418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36471750&amp;postID=3392615777351512418' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36471750/posts/default/3392615777351512418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36471750/posts/default/3392615777351512418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abaloney.blogspot.com/2007/03/say-hello-to-my-new-darling-baby.html' title=''/><author><name>Spy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05129534678327044362</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/_LhR-dxDWsSM/RflgbAp1jrI/AAAAAAAAAAk/nfbEnujClqc/s72-c/DSC00086s.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36471750.post-3910733313622126776</id><published>2007-02-11T01:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-11T01:21:45.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LhR-dxDWsSM/Rc3_KyyzUZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7_84rJNGxc0/s1600-h/100_1893.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029956919741338002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LhR-dxDWsSM/Rc3_KyyzUZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7_84rJNGxc0/s400/100_1893.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LhR-dxDWsSM/Rc3_KyyzUaI/AAAAAAAAAAU/HI0bkYYb7ao/s1600-h/09022007044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029956919741338018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LhR-dxDWsSM/Rc3_KyyzUaI/AAAAAAAAAAU/HI0bkYYb7ao/s400/09022007044.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;EI0511 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;some missing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36471750-3910733313622126776?l=abaloney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abaloney.blogspot.com/feeds/3910733313622126776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36471750&amp;postID=3910733313622126776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36471750/posts/default/3910733313622126776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36471750/posts/default/3910733313622126776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abaloney.blogspot.com/2007/02/ei0511-some-missing.html' title=''/><author><name>Spy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05129534678327044362</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/_LhR-dxDWsSM/Rc3_KyyzUZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7_84rJNGxc0/s72-c/100_1893.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36471750.post-117041357607493063</id><published>2007-02-02T18:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-02T18:53:10.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xde8sQfoL9M"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xde8sQfoL9M" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style="clear:both; 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The person with big dreams is more powerful than one with all the facts.&lt;br /&gt;Giving up doesn't always mean you are weak … sometimes it means that you are strong enough to let go.&lt;br /&gt;A word of encouragement during a failure is worth more than an hour of praise after success.&lt;br /&gt;Never deprive someone of hope; it might be all they have.&lt;br /&gt;Always listen to your heart, cause even though it's on your left, it's always right.&lt;br /&gt;Promises mean everything, but after they are broken, sorry means nothing.&lt;br /&gt;Things which does not kill us, only makes us stronger.&lt;br /&gt;Be nice to people on your way up because you meet them on your way down.&lt;br /&gt;The longer the explanation, the bigger the lie.&lt;br /&gt;The quieter you become, the more you can hear.&lt;br /&gt;Many people have ideas on how others should change; few people have ideas on how they should change.&lt;br /&gt;If you are patient in one moment of anger, you will escape a hundred days of sorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Stand up for what you believe in, even if it means standing alone.&lt;br /&gt;Never regret. If it's good, it's wonderful. If it's bad, it's experience.&lt;br /&gt;The only time success comes before work is in the dictionary.&lt;br /&gt;You miss 100% of the shots you don't take.&lt;br /&gt;A journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step."&lt;br /&gt;You were not born a winner, and you were not born a loser. You are what you make yourself be.&lt;br /&gt;Do not go where the path may lead, go instead where there is no path and leave a trail.&lt;br /&gt;Life isn't measured by the number of breaths we take, but by the moments that take our breath away.&lt;br /&gt;Only dead fish go with the current.&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry about the world coming to an end today. It's already tomorrow in another side of Earth.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36471750-116971157595246055?l=abaloney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abaloney.blogspot.com/feeds/116971157595246055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36471750&amp;postID=116971157595246055' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36471750/posts/default/116971157595246055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36471750/posts/default/116971157595246055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abaloney.blogspot.com/2007/01/truth-can-set-you-free-but-it-can-also.html' title=''/><author><name>Spy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05129534678327044362</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-36471750.post-116928568538063596</id><published>2007-01-20T17:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-20T17:34:45.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>3rd yrs specialisation course result out le..&lt;br /&gt;i got into Software Programming.&lt;br /&gt;n most pple in the class got into the course they wanted.&lt;br /&gt;good for everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sumhow 2 yrs past. this bunch of poly frens. haha.. have all become bonded.&lt;br /&gt;we're all gonna move on in diff direction in a month time.&lt;br /&gt;awww.. i hate this kind of moment. but normally, after some times..&lt;br /&gt;when u get to know new frens or wat. even u still rmbs the old 1.&lt;br /&gt;still wun be tt close as the past. lol. everyone has to admit it.&lt;br /&gt;every1 thinks this way- the truth!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;! Congrats to every1 n Lets all pass this sememster n Graduate in 2008!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36471750-116928568538063596?l=abaloney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abaloney.blogspot.com/feeds/116928568538063596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36471750&amp;postID=116928568538063596' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36471750/posts/default/116928568538063596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36471750/posts/default/116928568538063596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abaloney.blogspot.com/2007/01/3rd-yrs-specialisation-course-result.html' title=''/><author><name>Spy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05129534678327044362</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-36471750.post-116891226803181505</id><published>2007-01-16T09:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-16T09:53:21.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How you feel about yourself now (The Star)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You feel there is hope, or if you dont, have faith - a tranquil period is imminent. If you have been ill, suffered bereavement or disappointment in love, take heart, good fortune is on its way. New horizons are indicated and you will feel a new zest for life. This is your wish card - if considering a new love affair, new job or career, or travel, then go for it. You may also receive a gift or gifts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What you most want at this moment (The Devil)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cards suggest PingYi, that what you most want at this time you cant have, like the forbidden fruit, which makes it all the more tempting. Or you could go for it but you know that it would be a bad choice and for all the wrong reasons. Yes, you want passion and gratification - just be careful where you go looking for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your fears (Death)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are afraid of experiencing turbulent and catastrophic change, as we all are, yet challenging such transformation in our lives helps create brand new opportunities. If you are experiencing or have just experienced losing a job, a bereavement, divorce or the end of a relationship, these changes will allow brand new opportunities into your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What is going for you (The High Priestess)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All lines are open in your telephone exchange with your intuition, and there is no better guide than your intuition. Listen, listen carefully and the secret you want revealed will be shared with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What is going against you (The Chariot)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch out for being too arrogant or letting that ego of yours get over inflated, nobody likes a know it all. Watch that temper too, aggressive bullying behaviour will only set you back. If this doesnt sound like you, beware of someone like this that could set you back. This is a time of movement and change, and conflicts ending in victory, so dont give up. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Outcome (The Empress)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a truly creative and fertile time. Expect the best if you are considering having a child, creating a new job or business opportunity or starting a creative project. The Empress symbolizes abundance, joy and happiness, and reassurance - a firm foundation for future progress. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36471750-116891226803181505?l=abaloney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abaloney.blogspot.com/feeds/116891226803181505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36471750&amp;postID=116891226803181505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36471750/posts/default/116891226803181505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36471750/posts/default/116891226803181505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abaloney.blogspot.com/2007/01/how-you-feel-about-yourself-now-star.html' title=''/><author><name>Spy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05129534678327044362</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-36471750.post-116879333699297074</id><published>2007-01-15T00:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-15T00:58:38.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>be truthful if u wanna gain trust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes its jus over-suspicious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;doesnt matter anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right.. happy or sad, still have to live on.&lt;br /&gt;thou u have to right to be sad, n dun wish to cheat urself by actin happy.&lt;br /&gt;but its jus the way how u view things..&lt;br /&gt;everything good or bad, happy or sad is jus a line apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24days-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;full blessing. im nt able to put off afterall.&lt;br /&gt;jus gonna remain silenced. shud be capable of tt. ^.^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F-forever&lt;br /&gt;R-relation&lt;br /&gt;I-in&lt;br /&gt;E-endless&lt;br /&gt;N-non-stopping&lt;br /&gt;D-depression&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36471750-116879333699297074?l=abaloney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abaloney.blogspot.com/feeds/116879333699297074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36471750&amp;postID=116879333699297074' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36471750/posts/default/116879333699297074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36471750/posts/default/116879333699297074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abaloney.blogspot.com/2007/01/be-truthful-if-u-wanna-gain-trust.html' title=''/><author><name>Spy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05129534678327044362</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-36471750.post-116875735849840813</id><published>2007-01-14T14:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-14T14:49:18.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>haaa-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;something good happened!&lt;br /&gt;its something i've hope for.&lt;br /&gt;but dun feel happy at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nuttin really happen much then. sat,&lt;br /&gt;stay home watch Heros. a nice series. angmoh de&lt;br /&gt;then off to work. got to know a few new fren there.&lt;br /&gt;they're all nice pple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its always better to be 'yourself' ^.^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25days-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not holding back anymore-&lt;br /&gt;everything is not the same anymore.&lt;br /&gt;wat i seek in '02 no longer exist anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36471750-116875735849840813?l=abaloney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abaloney.blogspot.com/feeds/116875735849840813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36471750&amp;postID=116875735849840813' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36471750/posts/default/116875735849840813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36471750/posts/default/116875735849840813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abaloney.blogspot.com/2007/01/haaa-something-good-happened-its.html' title=''/><author><name>Spy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05129534678327044362</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-36471750.post-116859291761947777</id><published>2007-01-12T17:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-12T17:08:37.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>who isnt afraid of being hurt..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36471750-116859291761947777?l=abaloney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abaloney.blogspot.com/feeds/116859291761947777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36471750&amp;postID=116859291761947777' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36471750/posts/default/116859291761947777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36471750/posts/default/116859291761947777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abaloney.blogspot.com/2007/01/who-isnt-afraid-of-being-hurt.html' title=''/><author><name>Spy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05129534678327044362</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-36471750.post-116852186167980105</id><published>2007-01-11T21:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-11T21:24:21.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>theres this part-time lecturer who teaches digital electronic, he asked me wat would i do if sum1 slaps/beat me.&lt;br /&gt;lol answer: "i would slap back tightly!" wat i always wish to do. "i would report to the police" logically. but, most of the time i'll jus feel "why i got slapped?" then maybe cry n run away. LOLs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hes quite a good lecturer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;facts about me:&lt;br /&gt;im a 3min-degree,half pail water,halfway-give-up person all along. bleh. no future in short.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;welcome to the black parade.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36471750-116852186167980105?l=abaloney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abaloney.blogspot.com/feeds/116852186167980105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36471750&amp;postID=116852186167980105' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36471750/posts/default/116852186167980105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36471750/posts/default/116852186167980105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abaloney.blogspot.com/2007/01/theres-this-part-time-lecturer-who.html' title=''/><author><name>Spy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05129534678327044362</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-36471750.post-116844354267804769</id><published>2007-01-10T23:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-10T23:43:14.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>money is not everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;without money, we're nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the birth of currency has made life both good n bad.&lt;br /&gt;(everything has 2 sides or more)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if u ask some1 whos rich all along.&lt;br /&gt;some will choose a simple life(jian pu).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if u ask some1 whos poor all along.&lt;br /&gt;they would like to be rich.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if u ask some1 rich who becomes poor. (suicide)&lt;br /&gt;and some1 poor who becomes rich. (heaven)&lt;br /&gt;they would say actually boths the same,&lt;br /&gt;its jus the way how u treat it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;imagine.&lt;br /&gt;u affected some disease. need a huge some of money to operate.&lt;br /&gt;no1 lend to u. u'll still die.&lt;br /&gt;u kena cancer. u got huge some of money.&lt;br /&gt;u're willing to give all out. u'll still die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all this is jus base on wat u face n how u face it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;theres no right or wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fuck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36471750-116844354267804769?l=abaloney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abaloney.blogspot.com/feeds/116844354267804769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36471750&amp;postID=116844354267804769' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36471750/posts/default/116844354267804769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36471750/posts/default/116844354267804769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abaloney.blogspot.com/2007/01/money-is-not-everything.html' title=''/><author><name>Spy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05129534678327044362</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-36471750.post-116844241380263615</id><published>2007-01-10T23:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-10T23:20:13.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>woke up the wrong side of bed this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everything around is turning against me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whole mind filled with anger!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANGRY silently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck everything.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36471750-116844241380263615?l=abaloney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abaloney.blogspot.com/feeds/116844241380263615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36471750&amp;postID=116844241380263615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36471750/posts/default/116844241380263615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36471750/posts/default/116844241380263615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abaloney.blogspot.com/2007/01/woke-up-wrong-side-of-bed-this-morning.html' title=''/><author><name>Spy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05129534678327044362</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-36471750.post-116830584067368503</id><published>2007-01-09T09:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-09T09:43:33.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im busy-body. -some1 everyone hates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not gonna bother about thing happening around from now on.&lt;br /&gt;minding my own business.&lt;br /&gt;come to think of it, its really none of my business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jus keep my life simple.&lt;br /&gt;living in a world of my own.&lt;br /&gt;cant see. cant hear. cant feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bleh- fucked.&lt;br /&gt;im about to break.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36471750-116830584067368503?l=abaloney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abaloney.blogspot.com/feeds/116830584067368503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36471750&amp;postID=116830584067368503' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36471750/posts/default/116830584067368503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36471750/posts/default/116830584067368503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abaloney.blogspot.com/2007/01/im-busy-body.html' title=''/><author><name>Spy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05129534678327044362</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-36471750.post-116818740996943633</id><published>2007-01-08T00:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-08T00:46:34.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>been working for these 2 days.&lt;br /&gt;at least theres something to keep myself busy..&lt;br /&gt;free from thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rouge. a club at somerset, part of alleybar.&lt;br /&gt;pay not tt high, tips not tt much.&lt;br /&gt;pple n environment still rox.&lt;br /&gt;liveband's cool over there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;projects to rush&lt;br /&gt;studies to catch up&lt;br /&gt;works to do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;you to think of.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to live on-&lt;br /&gt;follow ur dreams to keep things steady.&lt;br /&gt;if u dun have 1,&lt;br /&gt;then u gotta go for ur responsiblity,&lt;br /&gt;and do things u should have done.&lt;br /&gt;-say sorry to someone u've done wrong to.&lt;br /&gt;-pay back ur debts to whoever u owe.&lt;br /&gt;-do whatever you have missed out&lt;br /&gt;-be fillial to ur folks n not let them worry.&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;-uphold justice of the society&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when you feel like giving up, remember why you held on for so long in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;As soon as you get online... whos name do You look for first?&lt;br /&gt;When a Slow Song Comes On The Radio... Whose Face comes To Your Mind first?&lt;br /&gt;When You Hear Your Phone Ringing... Who Do You Hope it is callin?&lt;br /&gt;Whose name.... Makes Your Heart skip a beat?&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36471750-116818740996943633?l=abaloney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abaloney.blogspot.com/feeds/116818740996943633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36471750&amp;postID=116818740996943633' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36471750/posts/default/116818740996943633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36471750/posts/default/116818740996943633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abaloney.blogspot.com/2007/01/been-working-for-these-2-days.html' title=''/><author><name>Spy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05129534678327044362</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-36471750.post-116792875232026591</id><published>2007-01-05T17:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-05T00:41:56.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>still up late in the night.. cant fall asleep again. lols..&lt;br /&gt;been months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;looking back the time.. all the things i've done.&lt;br /&gt;enuff of the good deeds n foolish acts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lets talk about the Satan in my heart!&lt;br /&gt;'maybe jesus doesnt lives in everyone's heart, but for sure everyone's heart lives Satan!'&lt;br /&gt;extracted from TenaciousD:The Pick Of Destiny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lols. Bad-&lt;br /&gt;since young, my grandma pampered me too much.&lt;br /&gt;kinda stubborn and does almost watever i wan&lt;br /&gt;i vividly remember i poke some1 eyes in K1 with a mechanical pencil of his.&lt;br /&gt;he was playing wif the pencil, disturbs me wif it. grab it poke it. aww.&lt;br /&gt;after tt incident, din see him in sch at all le.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe its jus my imaginary, but zhixuan from msl is my buddy in Kindergarden.&lt;br /&gt;hes quite famous in the class n has 2 pretty little princess beside him (of coz i dun really care at tt time.) lols. then there was 2 'freaks' (im jus angel in disguise) in class, one wif a pair of big ear, the other wif a weird face. both fights all day longgg. n theres this gal who live on the 5th floor then. in the same HDB(im on the 8th). used to be quite close sharing toys, oh together wif a malay boi oso at 5th floor. LOL i can do Yi Zi Ma in the past! infront the gate of the malay boi LOLs HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;moves on to primary. got in a class 1E. unknown faces everywhere but i think i din cry LOL. Ms Loh, one of the best teacher i had, arranges our seat. Sat beside a boy name Jack.(my first Best Friend!) hes quite rich. always get extra mechanical pencil (its very popular n rich-man stuff then-) for me! we share almost everything lol. i have nuttin to share thou. friendly, generous, helpful, every virtue a good fren has, he have it. but im not a very good fren, its onli becoz hes RICH lol. then we got into the same class yr n yrs. P5, maybe all of us changed. but no doubt we're still best of the best fren. but nothing really lasts, especially something u cherish the most.&lt;br /&gt;till now i dun really know wats the reason, but our bond broke becoz i backstabbed him? tts wat he told me.. maybe i really did. but din really find out as well. one fine afternoon after PSLE we went to the playground to play as usual. he suddenly pop out n hitting me. ran n ran. he yelled:"dun think watever you do is right! ur way of doing things is totally off. No more fren from today onward." -in chinese. sound something liddat de. pple around got shocked n somehow says i backstab him. was damn pissed then. so embarassed infront of every1 being pushed ard. din bother to ask for details. one of my biggest regret too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe i cant have a best fren in life. losing everytime i got 1. too much suffer from it. too painful. lost too much, learnt alot. all these lesson pays too much of a price! all these happened jus becoz of me. stubborn. n tons of my bad-comings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sadddd- 1hr passed. watch more teebee le. good day-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36471750-116792875232026591?l=abaloney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abaloney.blogspot.com/feeds/116792875232026591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36471750&amp;postID=116792875232026591' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36471750/posts/default/116792875232026591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36471750/posts/default/116792875232026591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abaloney.blogspot.com/2007/01/still-up-late-in-night.html' title=''/><author><name>Spy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05129534678327044362</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-36471750.post-116790697940019654</id><published>2007-01-04T18:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-04T18:36:19.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>first day of sch:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol woke up verrry early 8.10am! prepare everything n readdy for this big day! unfortunately, had to carry a heavy laptop to loan a friend's friend for presentation. i think something happened at yishun mrt 'again'.. met jeremy in the train talk about everythingggg in the holiday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reached sch first lesson programing!! =.= headache. a short while later went out to pass the laptop to friend's friend. Shocked! lol tt friend's friend's friend who accompanied her is my cousin lOLs how small can singapore be. hahas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quite happy to see everyone faces again still as fun as ever. but all the project n assignment is closer to the due date oreadiii sian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 335px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 416px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="320" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6391/475/320/802937/story.jpg" width="344" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;a story. which i think its IMpossible to see LOls nvm. leaveit.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;some1 who show sad faces whole day makes pple think hes gaining pity.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;some1 who show happy faces whole day makes pple think hes hiding sadness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nowadays cant find of any optimist around.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36471750-116790697940019654?l=abaloney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abaloney.blogspot.com/feeds/116790697940019654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36471750&amp;postID=116790697940019654' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36471750/posts/default/116790697940019654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36471750/posts/default/116790697940019654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abaloney.blogspot.com/2007/01/first-day-of-sch-lol-woke-up-verrry.html' title=''/><author><name>Spy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05129534678327044362</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-36471750.post-116783440022566886</id><published>2007-01-03T21:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-03T22:31:44.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6391/475/1600/916917/Y002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6391/475/320/416300/Y002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOl ytd went for nite riding. met all at bing hseee. then move on to repair our bike which got sabo-ed at cwp during newyear COUNTDOWN! lols. had evenuch- not dinner non lunch. at loykee, the best chicken rice! wahaha next stop: Vista Park. awww our favourite hang out in the past.. so long nv go leeee. talk alot there n foool around. snack + drink pit stop at 7-eleven of Vista Point. Adventure TIME!! Year 007. Bond's Year! cycled to sembawang park quite far~ lol but still manage to get there fast enough.. its quite fun, peaceful, enjoyable, romantic, smooothin place! the restaurant facing the sea is niceee LANNG MAN NEHH! haha.. heard from fren the food is nice too. The jetty's a hotspot for fisherman n fren. everynite oso packed wif cavemans.&lt;br /&gt;playyy ard the playground n swingggs. Photo up there! im not in =( the ride home is the BESST screaming on the road in midnite. fffuunn but i have to go home by myself =.= we exited from different route home! home sweet home! 2am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today:&lt;br /&gt;woke up quite early 8am lols by a mass send morning 'call', too bad my sch starts tml, if not it would be jus nice. tml 9am lesson =.= played the new dota map 6.39.. the new hero suxxx geo, i mean. the priest isnt tt bad lol. rot n slack n stone in the noon. then went for the LAST practical of broom broom! RAIN MAANNN $%^&amp;#$%^&amp;amp;! failed n had to repeat bleh! hate it when it rains. 1 thing good about learning bike from Car. u can get to know new frens learning bike but not car lol. quite alot preeetty gals learn bike which i dunno y osooo. had the same practical today wif the gal tt cost me to fail the last prac! tiko instructor! get to know her lol but sadly its NOT useful today! she too failed. LOLs almost every1 who failed became fren lol. we all booked the next prac together, commplainssss abt today's instructor n walk home together..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reached home all drencheddd. bad weaather. haix Y?&lt;br /&gt;"its happier to live a simple life." extracted from Ah Wang!&lt;br /&gt;"sometimes its better to be the bad guy yourself." extracted from my life!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36471750-116783440022566886?l=abaloney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abaloney.blogspot.com/feeds/116783440022566886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36471750&amp;postID=116783440022566886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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different in this 'new' year&lt;br /&gt;look within you&lt;br /&gt;is there any different in yourself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but no one said things shud change in new year.&lt;br /&gt;so its jus another year closer to deaath.&lt;br /&gt;another year closer to the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a full stop marks the end of a sentence.&lt;br /&gt;a line space marks the end of a paragraph.&lt;br /&gt;when a chapter ends, another chapter will continues the story.&lt;br /&gt;when a story ends, the character dies, even if they lives happily ever after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol my story has reached chapter 18. its not a happening story.&lt;br /&gt;n im not sure of the ending. hahaaa. im writing this story w/o given an eraser.&lt;br /&gt;theres no turning bacck. but i'll keep writing till the very endd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what if people stop believing in you?&lt;br /&gt;i'll keep trying!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36471750-116764193811140595?l=abaloney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abaloney.blogspot.com/feeds/116764193811140595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36471750&amp;postID=116764193811140595' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36471750/posts/default/116764193811140595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36471750/posts/default/116764193811140595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abaloney.blogspot.com/2007/01/countdown-is-jus-event-for-gathering.html' title=''/><author><name>Spy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05129534678327044362</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-36471750.post-116752335882640390</id><published>2007-01-01T00:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-31T08:04:29.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>=.= very very very tired. very long nv ton so 'early' le.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ytd got conned by jianwei to a BBQ at sembawang park. somemore say ride bike go lol.. first time know tt they ride bike oso de. so cycled the whole way till sembawang n took a d-tour around sembawang n into sembawang park. the park is quite simple n peaceful at certain place, oso crowded area wif fisherman n campers. reached there found the BBQ place. then... he told me tt the pple BBQ there is his fren's fren de. he dunno any1 =.= im jus a 3rd degree fren there.&lt;br /&gt;jus chat awhile eat abit food brought over by ed and kc. kaoxxx im a total stranger there all evergreen secondary gathering. then they decided to go for mahjong session, not enuff pple..&lt;br /&gt;got xavier along to join lol... met him at admiralty n went to kc's hse at woodland ring sec there. 1am start to prepare... then roll the dice.. play till 6am then finish 1 complete round. continued to play till 7am. freaking TIRED!!! in the end. the host kc lost heavily. the rest win bits n bits. poor kc =( but its enjoyable to play with all of them. win or lost oso play small bets onli, its the process tt we enjoy!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cycled all the way home.&lt;br /&gt;finally home sweet home! i guess my new year eve noon is spent on sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy New Year Eve.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36471750-116752335882640390?l=abaloney.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-36471750.post-116747538957184530</id><published>2006-12-30T18:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-30T18:47:45.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: what will you be doing on new year eve?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;!! its tml! lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ytd went for a bike prac lesson. damn pissed by the 2 fuking instructor.&lt;br /&gt;whole lesson jus keep staring at 2 gal, jus becoz they were 'hot'!&lt;br /&gt;joke ard for the whole 100min. at first i tot they were still ok quite frenly n im so sure im gonna pass this time! slowly.. making fun out of the rest includin me to entertain the 2 gals. ,l,=.=&lt;br /&gt;in the end.. we all failed except those 2 gal. ';...;' ,l, they made so many mistakes! i made a few nia. n the rest did so well. they din even really observe our rides. AH wasted another $30+ becoz of this kind of tikos-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this morning got a slot which i bought hengfully! went n took it very seriously. passed. phew.&lt;br /&gt;1 last step till my very own biking time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whole afternoon at home doing nuttin. 'thnx' to some1 who reminded me wats bored. lol! thou im getting used to bored. bad weather too.. cant go for a jog or wat. stay home n think rubbiiishly. i think i'll leave the project n assessment till the very last day of holiday. LOls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'dont you ever wish you were someone 1 else..'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i seems to becoming sum1 everyone hates. lols.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36471750-116747538957184530?l=abaloney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abaloney.blogspot.com/feeds/116747538957184530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36471750&amp;postID=116747538957184530' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36471750/posts/default/116747538957184530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36471750/posts/default/116747538957184530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abaloney.blogspot.com/2006/12/lol-q-what-will-you-be-doing-on-new.html' title=''/><author><name>Spy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05129534678327044362</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-36471750.post-116733029898038008</id><published>2006-12-29T02:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-29T13:48:57.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What would you say if I asked you not to go To forget everyone, forget everything and start over with me Would you take my hand and never let me go Promise me you'll never let me go And now the stars aren't out tonight, But neither are we to look up at them Why does hello feel like goodbye? These memories can't replace, These wishes I wished and dreams I chased Take this broken heart and make it right I feel like I lost everything when you're gone Left remembering what it's like to have you here with me I thought you should know, You're not making this easy I never thought I'd be the one to say Please don't, well please don't leave me I feel like I lost everything when you're gone Left remembering what it's like to have you here with me I thought you should know, You're not making this easy You're not making this easy (easy, easy, easy...) Take my hand and never let me go, Take my hand and never let me go, Promise me... You'll never let go You'll never let go You'll never let go You'll never let go Make this last forever I feel like I lost everything when you're gone Left remembering what it's like to have you here with me I thought you should know, You're not making this easy You're not making this easy You're not making this easy You're not making this easy You're not making this easy I'll fall asleep tonight, 'cause that brings me closer to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol nv watch drama when feeling down. it will makes u emo more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;term break ending very soon le..&lt;br /&gt;still got projects n assessment haven do..&lt;br /&gt;bike lesson still have a little more to go..&lt;br /&gt;new year coming too 2007 piggy!&lt;br /&gt;2yrs in poly le..&lt;br /&gt;6 yrs since secondary..&lt;br /&gt;12 yrs since primary..&lt;br /&gt;18 yrs since born..&lt;br /&gt;althou im oso sick of saying it but&lt;br /&gt;'time really flies'&lt;br /&gt;LOLs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this coming year:&lt;br /&gt;i doubt i'll get new frens.&lt;br /&gt;certainly there bound to be lost of frens.&lt;br /&gt;enjoy everyday with bunch of dudes.&lt;br /&gt;pass TP n get a my own bike!&lt;br /&gt;hope everything goes smoothly for me&lt;br /&gt;learn more new skills&lt;br /&gt;more n more etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this new year eve:&lt;br /&gt;unknown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to whom it concern.. its difficult but i'll try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promise to be a better man!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36471750-116733029898038008?l=abaloney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abaloney.blogspot.com/feeds/116733029898038008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36471750&amp;postID=116733029898038008' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36471750/posts/default/116733029898038008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36471750/posts/default/116733029898038008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abaloney.blogspot.com/2006/12/what-would-you-say-if-i-asked-you-not.html' title=''/><author><name>Spy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05129534678327044362</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-36471750.post-116724318034294855</id><published>2006-12-28T01:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-28T02:22:40.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>jus viewed NvEr's blogg. im not so good in vocab but im really moved.&lt;br /&gt;so .. this entry is inspired by her.&lt;br /&gt;however, instead of photo. i reviewed the videos of the chalet.&lt;br /&gt;im surprise i still laughed at some scene even thou i've watched it times n times again.&lt;br /&gt;sad to say..the group of 7 dun really clique anymore.&lt;br /&gt;i might be the cause of it. guilty over it as well..&lt;br /&gt;jus hope pple understands why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jus like i said.&lt;br /&gt;disputes rise among every group n circle of fren&lt;br /&gt;but no matter wat happens&lt;br /&gt;i believes tt bonds will still be bonded..&lt;br /&gt;however, friendship wun last.&lt;br /&gt;trust, sincerity, security, belongingness is the 4 essential quality for the eternalship of all relation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll always tell myself,"i hates n loves sum1 till the very end of my life."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i always ask myself,"how long will it lasts? as time goes by, everything jus fades. do people wait? can i stop all these now?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till now, i dun really know how to answer. maybe i dun understands myself at all.&lt;br /&gt;approaching friends for answer is wat i always did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;confidence is something i never had.&lt;br /&gt;courage is something i lack of.&lt;br /&gt;trust is something i cant give and get.&lt;br /&gt;sincerity, i know i have it but it can hardly get appreciated.&lt;br /&gt;perseverance, i believes tt it comes with sincerity.&lt;br /&gt;security is something tt cant be promised.&lt;br /&gt;committment, lost the touch of it n dun wish to try it again.&lt;br /&gt;hope, no longer carries it around.&lt;br /&gt;luck, the very last thing tt has been around me for long. good or bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes, i really wish tt i can let it go. right, its not easy to likes someone.. but its not easy to forget someone oso. times doesnt heals, it jus allows pple to get used to it. maybe all these while wat she did was meant for good, but to me..the wound seems to be getting deeper. i tried, but not hard enough. its jus like wat others say.. im still nt good enuff. moves on. i shud have went along wif her wish n let it heals. can friend really last like wat she said. jus wish to lend a pair of ear to share the sorrow. tml has never been a better day ever since tt day. losing a best fren is worst than fallin out of love, i jus know tt. i know even turning back now still will no longer leads back the same road. but looking back to the past, all the things i've done, can she felt it? i've always say to myself, no point regreting coz nothing can be reverted. haha.. i &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; regretted the very moment i confessed everything. always wondering if things will be different if a decision made is changed. jus like "dejavu". hais. nothing matters anymore, i've decided to accept F.F n removes the bandages. life still goes on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even writing all these.. im doubting myself whether all these speak from my heart or am i deceiving myself. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey NvEr` im quite a tank for alcohol. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;felt much better bloggin it down.&lt;br /&gt;i shud really go for english lessons. lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36471750-116724318034294855?l=abaloney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abaloney.blogspot.com/feeds/116724318034294855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36471750&amp;postID=116724318034294855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36471750/posts/default/116724318034294855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36471750/posts/default/116724318034294855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abaloney.blogspot.com/2006/12/jus-viewed-nvers-blogg.html' title=''/><author><name>Spy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05129534678327044362</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-36471750.post-116667739320285813</id><published>2006-12-21T11:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-21T13:03:13.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Last Friday :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;morning 3d drawing lesson was cancelled so i went to sch at 1pm for semestral project. lol was quite happy with our project at first. but week after week the work we produce r getting 'low quality' haix~ me n my teamate r both at faults bah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after semestral project, its an hr lecture but i have to skipped it to meet zhuxi. i rushed to the mrt! even forgot to pass my admin card to classmate to tap for attendance. lol was gonna meet up bing n sky as sky is gonna interview Mr Goh(former tibia:Wira)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we went to esplanade there de starbuck. lol sky made a big venue mistake. suppose to be dhouby ghaut de starbuck. but Mr Goh, a nice guy, dun mind driving here. The interview is jus between sky n Wira. but i think all of us gain the experience he had for his entrepreneurship. i enjoyed the session. the starbuck coffee n tiramisu is holy nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after tt we walk around the place. some pics: &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6391/475/320/473295/Y015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6391/475/320/228575/Y024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6391/475/320/367817/Y022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6391/475/320/631772/Y017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6391/475/320/980329/Y020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Saturday:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;early morning cycled to RP wif sky zhuxi bing weifeng for SWIMING lol. at first i dun liek the idea of going there to swim. but nevertheless, i went. LOl its quite good. 10 times better than WSC. loves it tt no one is there except a lifeguard. n sun is shining for the moment. swim abit tan abit. n it starts to rain  so we went to change n fill our stomach!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;pics cant be posted lol something wrong again.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;nvm. moves on.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;eat the lobster house at RP. its quite delicious n expensive lol. having filled stomach, we explored RP's sporthall. alot nicer than my sch lol. went to bing's hse to play mahjong, computer, watch movie. lol hes hse becoming like our hse got sense of freedom haha. went down to 136 for lunch, chicken rice. discussed about watching movie later on. plans to catch A battle of the Wits. but cwp no longer shows it. so we chose the next nearest cinema yishun GV. its 11.45 lol midnite show. we went home to get ready for the night cycling to yishun. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;soon. 9+ i went back to bing hse. went out to meet xavier at 10.45. on our way there, my rear tyre burst! =.= had no choice but to loan a bike from jl's bro. its quite a good bike. lot better than mine lol. after a whole 20min+ smooth riding, we reachED! jus nice 11.40, got 5 min for toilet breaks n purchasing of popcorn. the movie was GRREAT! 4.5/5 stars! strategic n touching. after tt we cycled back home! lol morning swim night cycle. if we were to jog in noon. tt will be a complete Iron Man Competition lol.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sunday:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;cant remember anything about it. but i think nuttin much happen coz we're all tired after saturday 'IRON MAN Training"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Monday:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;abit bored writing so many days event at once lol.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;got WSC training camp. monday - wed 9 - 4pm. starting today. went sch for the camp. the things learnt there is very different from wat i learnt. but its quite interesting. i pick up things fast &gt;.&lt;&gt;&lt;p&gt;after tt, went to catch A Night at museum at cineleisure. got 4 free tix for redemption from m1. bing zhuxi wf n me 4 pple lol. crap n talk on the way there. upon reaching somerset station. i realise tt i forgot to bring the tickets !!! omg. din wan to trouble my family to bring it here. so tried explaining to the staff there. lol we got in! lucky! its super funny n nice show! 4/5 star.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;met jl n sl there while we having our dinner at KFC. after tt, we make our way home in rain. HSH.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tuesday:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;suppose to have the camp today. wake up n think about it. will i get selected for it? im not so into this skill. haix so i skipped it. i wun regret it. so decided to meet up wif the jl,sl, zhuxi n bing for purchasing of things for the class chalet. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;bought all the necessary things. went to cwp interchange to meet the rest of class. in the end onli 11 turn up. jinchuan waiting at chalet there le. took 168 to tampines there n change to bus 29. the chalet was BIG very very BIG. 2 storey. but way too big for jus 12 pax. n its raining whole day so boring. can onli play indooor. too squeezy having bbq indoor wif so little space.  overall the chalet was okok. onli the midnight was the best LOL.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Wednesday:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;have to book out 10.30am. so so so tired!!! everything happen jus look like a dream to me. onli manage to sleep for an hr lol zhuxi n kenny was tempted by me to sleep for 10min LOL. we got out of the hse went to jetty there saw Li Nan Xin n Song Yi Fei filmin show i think. then we went off to take bus back to tampines for breakfast. after tt goodbye to every1 n HSH. reach home n sleep. till 5.30pm had to get up for bike prac. so tired, hoping tt wun crash later. lol. indeed din do well for the prac. have to repeat it. went home ate dinner and sleep&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thursday:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;going for prac lesson later on. i slept for 14 hr.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;the end.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36471750-116667739320285813?l=abaloney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abaloney.blogspot.com/feeds/116667739320285813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36471750&amp;postID=116667739320285813' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36471750/posts/default/116667739320285813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36471750/posts/default/116667739320285813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abaloney.blogspot.com/2006/12/last-friday-morning-3d-drawing-lesson.html' title=''/><author><name>Spy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05129534678327044362</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-36471750.post-116600954464270300</id><published>2006-12-13T19:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-13T19:32:24.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WAHAHA JUST score 6 PoiNT!!! for class 2B Ciruit Test!! Provisional Driving Licence Obtained.&lt;br /&gt;THIS CALL FOR CELEBRATION!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was thinking to get a new phone for myself. 6280 seriously sux. wanted to sell to my fren BUT doesnt feel good cheating them lOl. well was planning to get w850i de. $368 wif my 6280 tradein. seen all the review, specification, webbie, etc. its quite good! but i shud start to learn thrifty. Fortunately, i asked jeremy about this phone. reply : " my bro jus sold his away. ITS SUX! battery life super super short. summroe onli can play less than 4mb de mp3!!!" waoh. luckily i asked him. sudden change of mind. 6280 still ok. i'll visit nokia care again. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morale of the story: "Check this check that, dun jus relies on review n notes, Experience talks."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36471750-116600954464270300?l=abaloney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abaloney.blogspot.com/feeds/116600954464270300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36471750&amp;postID=116600954464270300' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36471750/posts/default/116600954464270300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36471750/posts/default/116600954464270300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abaloney.blogspot.com/2006/12/wahaha-just-score-6-point-for-class-2b.html' title=''/><author><name>Spy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05129534678327044362</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-36471750.post-116598694774662019</id><published>2006-12-13T13:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-13T13:17:27.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"some may think that wat they are trying to do or doing is right/good for others. well, it maybe true. but somehow they forget how the other side will react. knowing that u r doing it purposely, yet they accept it. then u felt that u've suceeded but in fact, both r being deceived by themselves."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;suddenly emo wrote all these rubbish. im jus a guy with a heavy burden resting on spot, while others have already move on with their burden. its not tt letting the burden off is difficult, its jus easier to say than to do it. im training on spot to be able to carry the burden once again n move on. its jus a matter of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;laugh all you want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i foreseen one day the whole will get lost in their own mentality world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 more days till holiday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodluck myself for circuit test later. vroooms away~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36471750-116598694774662019?l=abaloney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abaloney.blogspot.com/feeds/116598694774662019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36471750&amp;postID=116598694774662019' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36471750/posts/default/116598694774662019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36471750/posts/default/116598694774662019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abaloney.blogspot.com/2006/12/truth.html' title=''/><author><name>Spy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05129534678327044362</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-36471750.post-116589039764247350</id><published>2006-12-12T10:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-12T10:28:39.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>pic from top : Do u see a sunrise or sunset?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from this moment on..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll be strong!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woke up early in a stresss morning.. having 2 mid term test later continuously de. 1st paper still ok ok.. but second 1 wa noe nuts about it. have to study now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jus came to update the blog song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;brings back lots lots lots of memories. in the past, always get to hear this song during couple's wedding as im working as banquet waiter there. lol witness countless of couple marriage. get to watch them vow for eternity. kua zhang* but its quite touching at tt moment. tts y this song is so popular for wedding tt time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not onli this! oso remember of those very very close fren sworn brothers at work. they treat me so well! haha ytd jus chat with calvin, sworn brother! lol chatting of the last chalet we had... my hair was dyed the very first time in tt chalet LOL we all bought lots of dyes n every boy n gal dyed their hair lol frens doesnt need to be together then call fren de bah.. as long as theres unforgetable memories, u wan to forget ur frens oso difficult. haha.. i still remember their name so clearly! got vinson, calvin(zhixian), jiting, lianhong, weisiong, jean, baoyu, ern ern, ivan, ken who else ar lol so many good souls helped me at work n life! din have chance to thnx them in the past.. but i'll bear it in heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAVE TO STUDY LE! ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36471750-116589039764247350?l=abaloney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abaloney.blogspot.com/feeds/116589039764247350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36471750&amp;postID=116589039764247350' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36471750/posts/default/116589039764247350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36471750/posts/default/116589039764247350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abaloney.blogspot.com/2006/12/pic-from-top-do-u-see-sunrise-or.html' title=''/><author><name>Spy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05129534678327044362</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-36471750.post-116556714463209995</id><published>2006-12-08T16:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-08T16:42:12.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>day in day out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thou everyday's the same for me. wake sch eat go home game sleep.&lt;br /&gt;but im tryin the hardest to fufil every single dream i had.&lt;br /&gt;tryin to make more personal archievement when im young.&lt;br /&gt;tryin to learn as much as i can and be a more useful person.&lt;br /&gt;tryin to change my mindset, attitude and perspection.&lt;br /&gt;tryin to be optimistic, stand up n move on whenever i fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing will happen if i dun try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;din blog much lately coz blogger seems to be having a problem for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got over the mid term presentation test assessment n etc quite smoothly.&lt;br /&gt;1 more week till holiday n soon after it, the real big thing will be comin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a graduated class outing was proudly organised by jinchuan.&lt;br /&gt;a 3d2n chalet (i think) at changi chalet not tt chalet u think it is.&lt;br /&gt;received quite a number of positive response.&lt;br /&gt;hopefully more will flow in.&lt;br /&gt;thou each n every1 will have their own new circle of fren, mental environment or life,&lt;br /&gt;gather up once in a while with the old 'flame'. flash back here n there. remembering the old days.&lt;br /&gt;looking forward to it.&lt;br /&gt;any1 who can make it&lt;br /&gt;contact siling, jinchuan, bing, me or any1 involves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^^ Happy Holiday to those having Holiday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36471750-116556714463209995?l=abaloney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abaloney.blogspot.com/feeds/116556714463209995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36471750&amp;postID=116556714463209995' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36471750/posts/default/116556714463209995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36471750/posts/default/116556714463209995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abaloney.blogspot.com/2006/12/day-in-day-out.html' title=''/><author><name>Spy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05129534678327044362</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-36471750.post-116459905437222001</id><published>2006-11-27T11:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-27T11:44:14.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>stress stress&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so much to do! lab test, written test, quiz, project, presentation, assignment, report, n theory test! =.= all in 2 week but nvm oso take it easy.. slow down the pace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;monday. later havin nite class again. think the day will be as usual again. go talk talk then break go eat talk talk lesson lesson go home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was planning on vacation wif xavier at the end of the poly yr. genting number 1 choice. gonna ask around for 'volunteer' to come along. xavier mention bing's name first lol (bing wan come? lol) the more the merrier bah ^^ haven went to genting since p4. hopefully this time can go! relax relax abit if not holiday stay home let thoughts run wild will cause mental disorder. bleh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;any 1 wanna sign up? comes wif a free gift. *while stock lasts&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36471750-116459905437222001?l=abaloney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abaloney.blogspot.com/feeds/116459905437222001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36471750&amp;postID=116459905437222001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36471750/posts/default/116459905437222001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36471750/posts/default/116459905437222001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abaloney.blogspot.com/2006/11/stress-stress-so-much-to-do-lab-test.html' title=''/><author><name>Spy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05129534678327044362</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-36471750.post-116416681878277281</id><published>2006-11-22T11:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-22T11:40:18.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Off day-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;early morning force myself up 6.30 z.z wash up brush up tidy up n went for bike prac at 8.35(wun book so early le) so tired go le oso sleepy driving lol.. but still manage to do well. in the end still nt able to complete bleh gonna try harder!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jus reached home. on the way home saw the new bread shop @ admiralty "Just Bake" alot flies here n there lol i bought 2 bread home to try hope wun get diarroeh(w/e)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also, received sms from sch regarding the wss training in the late noon.. dun feel like going not feeling well. sometimes i think that when the bad things i say always come true. recently jus crap wif joshua.. "i very fit 1, 1/2 yr nv sick le!" since tt day on.. keep having ache here n there, got heaty, caught a cold n blar blar. but not yet sick. soon soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ytd jus completed another HK drama "Fa Zheng Xian Feng" its very nice. 4/5 a bunch of hk actor n actress we all know. its like a chinese CSI. now moving on le! upnext: "Nv Ren Bu Hao Zuo" featuring hk actor n actress lol. its splendid! 5/5 althou onli watch 3 esp. it was awarded the best drama series in HK 2006. if u wan it get it from me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;get a-life!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36471750-116416681878277281?l=abaloney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abaloney.blogspot.com/feeds/116416681878277281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36471750&amp;postID=116416681878277281' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36471750/posts/default/116416681878277281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36471750/posts/default/116416681878277281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abaloney.blogspot.com/2006/11/off-day-early-morning-force-myself-up.html' title=''/><author><name>Spy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05129534678327044362</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-36471750.post-116386813302757165</id><published>2006-11-19T00:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-19T00:42:13.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;so long so long~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 days nv blog le (so long)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ever since sch started din really play much com le&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;its oreadi week 6 le- (so fast so long)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;these coming 2-3 week will have lots of test n presentation le&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;bu zhi bu jue de its reaching end of nov and soon a new year 2007.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;not much to post sleeping soon oso.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;jus hope to pass all module, get my licence, spend life wisely and enjoy the coming new year.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;precious each n everyone around.. life n death is jus a line apart... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36471750-116386813302757165?l=abaloney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abaloney.blogspot.com/feeds/116386813302757165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36471750&amp;postID=116386813302757165' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36471750/posts/default/116386813302757165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36471750/posts/default/116386813302757165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abaloney.blogspot.com/2006/11/so-long-so-long-4-days-nv-blog-le-so.html' title=''/><author><name>Spy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05129534678327044362</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-36471750.post-116358765270810288</id><published>2006-11-15T18:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T18:48:45.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>dennis drove today. jeremy xiao xiong dennis n me went queensway. again.. din noe from woodlands drive to queensway onli 20 -30 min =.= mrt then change bus nid 1hr+++ kaox drive halfway there tried drive thru mac for the first time! lol quite normal but service is fast. crap n chat alot in car on the way quite enjoyable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reached there walked around i have nuttin much to shop too. oni dennis bought a pair of EXP , light n quite good nike sport shoe $140(ori $187 bargain siao) then eat laksa there. then got out of queensway.. oni dennis bought things kao. chat n crap on the way in car again. drove back to admiralty, roam the pasar malam bought foods tibits n drinks as usual then drove us back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;conclusion: life is so much much more convenient with vehicle! drive here n there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;wo hai shi fang bu xia..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36471750-116358765270810288?l=abaloney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abaloney.blogspot.com/feeds/116358765270810288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36471750&amp;postID=116358765270810288' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36471750/posts/default/116358765270810288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36471750/posts/default/116358765270810288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abaloney.blogspot.com/2006/11/dennis-drove-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Spy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05129534678327044362</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-36471750.post-116351746784653265</id><published>2006-11-14T22:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T09:44:57.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Pics (random) covers a thousand words&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6391/475/1600/Image143.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6391/475/200/Image143.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6391/475/1600/Spy008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6391/475/200/Spy008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6391/475/1600/DSC00047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6391/475/200/DSC00047.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6391/475/1600/Image144.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6391/475/200/Image144.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6391/475/1600/Image003.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6391/475/200/Image003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6391/475/1600/Spy011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6391/475/200/Spy011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6391/475/1600/Spy004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6391/475/200/Spy004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6391/475/1600/Image093.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6391/475/200/Image093.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6391/475/1600/Image099.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6391/475/200/Image099.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stupid blogger =.= cant upload more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36471750-116351746784653265?l=abaloney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abaloney.blogspot.com/feeds/116351746784653265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36471750&amp;postID=116351746784653265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36471750/posts/default/116351746784653265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36471750/posts/default/116351746784653265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abaloney.blogspot.com/2006/11/pics-random-covers-thousand-words.html' title=''/><author><name>Spy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05129534678327044362</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-36471750.post-116342657133278464</id><published>2006-11-13T21:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T22:02:51.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>bad attitude - bad temper - overall im nothing good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thou some says my temper are getting better.. once in a blue moon. but still fires up easily.. even after giving times n times of request dun do this dun do this if not u'll be sorry! haix pple still does it. if its stranger or fren tts not so close. i might even throw them down a building. but worst thing is tt its a good or even close fren, how shud i react? be very fedup? vent all anger out? take it tt nuttin happen? i dunno.. gave a push n walked away.. wif a black face. after moving off, keep reflecting.. but i still cant figure wat went wrong! its not a serious matter but i took it so seriously =.= BUT i said it so many times in advance dun do it! maybe words from my mouth doesnt mean anything at all.. afterall im jus entertainer n craper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hopefully no1 get hurts this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today is quite a day. nuttin much happened. first day using my new bag got many comments expectedly. well at least they shown concern bah.. its not that bad looking but they jus mean tt it doesnt worth the price. maybe i really overspent this time. not onli this time perhaps ever since bonded. haix this is how my life gonna goes to cover up loss gonna make in 5 yrs of NS lol enjoy now suffer later. conclusion : my bag is good. its not of the brand color or quality. jus pure feeling. you cant rate feeling wif money isnt it? worthed it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One life. LIVE IT! (m1)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36471750-116342657133278464?l=abaloney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abaloney.blogspot.com/feeds/116342657133278464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36471750&amp;postID=116342657133278464' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36471750/posts/default/116342657133278464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36471750/posts/default/116342657133278464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abaloney.blogspot.com/2006/11/bad-attitude-bad-temper-overall-im.html' title=''/><author><name>Spy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05129534678327044362</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-36471750.post-116338649828435529</id><published>2006-11-13T10:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T10:54:58.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i dun understand myself.. dunno wat i like dunno wat i wan dunno anything about me. i wish to go for cooking, martial art, music instrument, magic and basketball lesson. i wanna learn tons of things but issit wat i really wan?! or jus simply live happily everyday? when pple ask qns like "ur life xing fu mah?" "wat u wanna be when u grows up?" "wat do u do everyday?" "wats ur interest?" can u all answer if i ask u tt? =.= i think for a couple of mins n reply "dunno.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol i dunno whether im happy or not, xing fu or not, but im accepting 'life' le(ren ming haha..). a great step.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ytd saw fadli at ssdc, been so long! althou got saw him here n there everywhere but din really catchup wif him. wahah caught him this time n chat for a train trip. shan fadli hashim prakash all taking bike course. im not alone! but they r at advance lesson le onli fadli is slower than me =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1pm marketing. its gonna be a long day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything is gonna be alright! (Without Obstacle, it wouldnt be LIFE!) its jus how u face it n overcome it..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36471750-116338649828435529?l=abaloney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abaloney.blogspot.com/feeds/116338649828435529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36471750&amp;postID=116338649828435529' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36471750/posts/default/116338649828435529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36471750/posts/default/116338649828435529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abaloney.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-dun-understand-myself.html' title=''/><author><name>Spy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05129534678327044362</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-36471750.post-116325067006744774</id><published>2006-11-11T20:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T21:11:10.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>a short n boring n lame n wasted n sick n tired n boliao day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ytd after partyworld, we (dharma andy jos me) decided to go suntan at sentosa.. meet up 9am on saturday morning. felt tt somethings weird.. early morning woke up read their msgs, andy n dharma oreadi woke up onli jos cant make it last min =.= well he said gonna meet us in noon. meet at 10am. (9am become 9.30 n when i reach 9.30 they were late. 10am it is 1 hr!) bleh then took train to habourfront, ate mac. then went to take shuttle bus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;near 6 month din go sentosa le. added quite some places of interest n vivo city of coz. alight the bus n walk around.. thou had many happy n unforgettable flashback some sad too. i guess it din really affect much bah. haix hopefully.. but they were saying im showing black face(from eavesdrop; sry=.= n thnx for bearin) as it rains.. around 12+ raining cats n dogs forecasted it will last very very longgg haix blacker face le i think.. really very fedup 1. din bring much game to play onli a soccerball. it rains we cant play, cant suntan, cant move around, cant do ANYTHING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then after rottin 5 hrs we went back to habourfront. walk around n ate dinner. took mrt, finally some1 interesting appeared. while on our way at Douby Ghaut mrt we saw kero/colin. well look better in real person. shocked. he went to plaza singapura.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went on to orchard to get my crumpler bag big hole in wallet =.= after a whole day of BORING n sucky n lame n blar blar blar finally hsh.. haix&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36471750-116325067006744774?l=abaloney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abaloney.blogspot.com/feeds/116325067006744774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36471750&amp;postID=116325067006744774' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36471750/posts/default/116325067006744774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36471750/posts/default/116325067006744774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abaloney.blogspot.com/2006/11/short-n-boring-n-lame-n-wasted-n-sick.html' title=''/><author><name>Spy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05129534678327044362</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-36471750.post-116299327732204788</id><published>2006-11-08T21:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-08T22:13:41.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>8th, Wednesday, Sunny;Cloudy;Drizzling;Fine;Starry...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=.= how do pple determine wat weather to write for the day. or maybe they write the weather on when they start journaling. do pple write journal in the early morning about ytd events or late night about wat happen in the day? in the end, pple will say,"depends~" bleh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'thinking of wat to scribble..'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to bike prac lesson in the morning.. rained, its the third time i've been biking in rain... i like the it. cooling, peaceful, cleansing, and slippery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after it went to amk wif joshua for lunch, arcades and hair-exterminating. i had a very bad hair-cut by this pretty 'barber' =.= i always have 'newbie luck' everytime tio newbie 'barber'.. i wanted short spike hair on top n side n layered back. front no touch! BUT i got everything SPIKE! n its so short =.= im a monster now(maybe b4 oso a monster but now is mutated 1).. haix. gonna cap everyday for 3 month. if cut wrong still ok... but cut until so short =.= the oni way is to near botak waaa (planning to le)..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wif this holy hairstyle, i went back to sch for a talk... i feel like wearing my helm!! luckily not much familiar faces attended this talk n din met any1 on the way to n back from sch. got invited to join world skill (singapore) competition.. althou the trade isnt wat i've learn in sch, but dunno why they invite pple from our course.. since given a chance, gonna grab this for personal archievement n stop my laziness from now... O.O! winner will represent singapore to canada for world skill international.. not to think too far but will TRY very hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;coming to the word: try. this word can further link to some words. chance, thinking, consequence, assumption, influence, opportunities, succeed, experience, again. sometimes when im given a chance, i'll think very very deeply about the consequences, then assumption comes in : wat if i take this chance n fail.. i'll fall greatly n suffers. but even this, its not enuff for me to throw this chance away. so i'll ask around for 'opinion-for-nuttin' coz i oreadi know wat i wish to hear, those tt oppose my thinking, i wun even take it to heart. (maybe this is wat pple call stubborn) but sometimes this decision might be influenced by surrounding, e.g reallife sad example tt happen around me. (dun wish to repeat wat they did) haix. results: loses this opportunties. after some time, i will look back; if i tried the given chance, i might succeed n even if failed, i'll gain experience from it n perform better next time or not repeat it again. so im giving this advice to all... try! "its impossible without giving it a try" chance doesnt comes easily but will be lost easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everything lies on you. (3 meaning)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36471750-116299327732204788?l=abaloney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abaloney.blogspot.com/feeds/116299327732204788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36471750&amp;postID=116299327732204788' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36471750/posts/default/116299327732204788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36471750/posts/default/116299327732204788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abaloney.blogspot.com/2006/11/8th-wednesday-sunnycloudydrizzlingfine.html' title=''/><author><name>Spy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05129534678327044362</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-36471750.post-116273929135304439</id><published>2006-11-05T22:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-05T23:08:11.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sunday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;practically did nothing today. rot n rot n rot. went to cwp nokia care to fix my phone. bought mos burger milk tea n went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;admiralty pasar malam is here once again! bleh same old things. some things jus wun change. ate some snacks bought from pasar malam while watching drama n shows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reformated computer again. the old window isnt working well. so much things to do again =.= oreadi used to it. format format format.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;look at the night sky once in a while. it helps sorting out mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so late le.. sleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36471750-116273929135304439?l=abaloney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abaloney.blogspot.com/feeds/116273929135304439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36471750&amp;postID=116273929135304439' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36471750/posts/default/116273929135304439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36471750/posts/default/116273929135304439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abaloney.blogspot.com/2006/11/sunday-practically-did-nothing-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Spy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05129534678327044362</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-36471750.post-116271831453990618</id><published>2006-11-04T16:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-05T23:09:54.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>went shopping at queensway with jian xiong. tio dennis n franky ps kns. was planning to postpone the trip but if postpone they will still ps us! so both of us went. b4 meeting xiao xiong at queensway, i went for dental app at tanglin shopping center.. the dentist changed the venue.. ben lai is at raffle hospital =.= tanglin shopping center soooo far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1pm : met up with xiao xiong at queensway mac. discussed about our shopping plan for the day : top bottom,belt, shoes and bag. been there quite a number of times le but we still got lost inside. walking around the second floor for 5 time.. set off at mac walk walk walk came back to mac again n again n again =.= manage to get 3 nice top each. saw a shirt SO Nice black shirt with red words "YOU SUCK" lol dun have my SIZE! onli got S so small. so we went on to first floor for shoes. hes looking for adidas shoe, for me no preference. and once again we went round n round for many many time found wat we wanted and went around to compare price again. went back to the biggest n crowdest shop to purchase our shoe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5pm: 3 top apair of shoe each. ate katong laksa NICE. then continued wif plans but still no gain. so decided to end the day! took bus n mrt finally HSH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7pm: reached home received bing's sms n set off to his hse. 1 wk nv meet up le. went over play some games, watch some movies, poker abit. 5am : all 'departed' HSH.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36471750-116271831453990618?l=abaloney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abaloney.blogspot.com/feeds/116271831453990618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36471750&amp;postID=116271831453990618' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36471750/posts/default/116271831453990618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36471750/posts/default/116271831453990618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abaloney.blogspot.com/2006/11/went-shopping-at-queensway-with-jian.html' title=''/><author><name>Spy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05129534678327044362</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-36471750.post-116256007478716892</id><published>2006-11-03T21:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-03T21:21:14.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>slept sooo early ytd hoping not to be late for class today.. BUT suker jianhong woke me up wif a sms at 4am =.= 30min late for class.. theres a story behind everyone. those lamer suker joker craper usually have unhappy memories now n then.  shall not give names. cant give any advice jus hope u all can get over it soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sch ended early today 3pm+ but its EVENT time lol its been so long since i've entered a lan shop. dharma,andy,jeremy,franky,dennis,joshua and ME lol we went amk goodspeed lanshop(it horriblely shucks) maybe coz i din perform well so i blame the shop haha.. dennis(a game nerd) always wanted to play cs tgt n talks abt how good he is. BUT surprisingly !!! he was like the top fragger of us all! "Nv judge a leopard by its spot." enjoyed playing with them but good things nv last. event ended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;receive xavier bball call! so went down for the session. exercised sweated refreshed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sitting infront of com listening to r n bs typing this blog.  sleeping soon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel like drinking MOS large milk tea. COOOOLin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36471750-116256007478716892?l=abaloney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abaloney.blogspot.com/feeds/116256007478716892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36471750&amp;postID=116256007478716892' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36471750/posts/default/116256007478716892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36471750/posts/default/116256007478716892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abaloney.blogspot.com/2006/11/slept-sooo-early-ytd-hoping-not-to-be.html' title=''/><author><name>Spy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05129534678327044362</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-36471750.post-116246486487472869</id><published>2006-11-02T18:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-02T19:13:27.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>first post : &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll jus take this blog as a dairy/memory for myself. who knows when senile will come to me lol. alot happened recently. maybe it all happened becoz i wan it this way. felt bad but nv regrets. stubborn- kinda noticed things tt happened around too. dun bother to give a damn. no point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day= wakeup+eat+play game+slack+go out+eat+play game+sleep&lt;br /&gt;Life = Life - Day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life's getting better since sch reopened. more events and MORE 18yrsold events to do.  been busy recently, bike prac started and alots of sch work. completed "Bu Yi Shen Xiang" drama series, a nice show, in 3 midnites lol. surprisingly i was nt late for class today. breaks are for crapping n cocking around with crappers, jokers and lamers lol. new discovery : cheese hotdog bun a.k.a "Chang Jin Bao" in south canteen snack store. very very very very nice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 Main Food Source in NYP:&lt;br /&gt;South Canteen : more Male, less Female;pretty-2/5, price : cheap. -tasty food : Yong Tau Foo, Muslim store,Chinese Snack. -inedible food : Chicken Rice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;North Canteen : less Male, more Female;pretty-4.5/5, price : cheap. -tasty food : Mixed Vege Rice, Chicken Rice,Muslim store,Western. -inedible food : Yong Tau Foo.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Food Junction : avg Male, avg Female;pretty- 3.5/5, price : cheap. -tasty food : Chicken Rice, Ban Mian, Western, Jap Food, Hot Plate, Muslim store. -inedible food : Roasted Meat Rice Stall. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fast Food Canteen :  less Male, less Female;pretty-2/5 , price : quite exp. -tasty food : MacDonald. inedible food : none. (the rest quite nice) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all the above r jus my opinion. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;having bike prac again later. its fun! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;did time ever stop for u? it doesnt. everything moves on even if u dun. unless dead. ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36471750-116246486487472869?l=abaloney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abaloney.blogspot.com/feeds/116246486487472869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36471750&amp;postID=116246486487472869' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36471750/posts/default/116246486487472869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36471750/posts/default/116246486487472869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abaloney.blogspot.com/2006/11/first-post-ill-jus-take-this-blog-as.html' title=''/><author><name>Spy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05129534678327044362</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-36471750.post-116213016007952449</id><published>2006-10-29T21:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-29T22:56:59.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;1 week passed! Its finally done.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Gonna Start Blogging with this fresh outlook on 1st Nov.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;currently still searching a suitable image for top ^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Coming soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36471750-116213016007952449?l=abaloney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abaloney.blogspot.com/feeds/116213016007952449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36471750&amp;postID=116213016007952449' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36471750/posts/default/116213016007952449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36471750/posts/default/116213016007952449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abaloney.blogspot.com/2006/10/1-week-passed-its-finally-done.html' title=''/><author><name>Spy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05129534678327044362</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>
