<?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-6666643</id><updated>2011-04-21T14:52:04.276-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Excessive Self-Indulgement</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hornyver.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666643/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hornyver.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>hornyver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07967345617595944360</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>56</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666643.post-111683280678567543</id><published>2005-05-23T00:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-23T00:20:06.790-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello.&lt;br /&gt;haha, guess who is this on his lap now doing this stupid entry [:&lt;br /&gt;correct guesses wont entitle you to any prizes.&lt;br /&gt;i was just bored...&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6666643-111683280678567543?l=hornyver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666643/posts/default/111683280678567543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666643/posts/default/111683280678567543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hornyver.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111683280678567543' title=''/><author><name>hornyver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07967345617595944360</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666643.post-110338400079324885</id><published>2004-12-19T00:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-18T07:33:20.793-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This the season to be jolly. ( My foot )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whore Whore Whore. Merry X'mas everybody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stanta's probably busy sending Ten Year Series to the bookshop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The stupid guards in the condo are fucking buggers. I went out last night, and both of them were asleep. I don't see why the MCST people are paying this slackers just to laze their ass around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It stupid. My handphone is gone. No idea why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trouble&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6666643-110338400079324885?l=hornyver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666643/posts/default/110338400079324885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666643/posts/default/110338400079324885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hornyver.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110338400079324885' title=''/><author><name>hornyver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07967345617595944360</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666643.post-110313392344250694</id><published>2004-12-16T02:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-16T11:04:43.350-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WTF??!?!!? MY FRIENDSTER ACCOUNT GOT SUSPENDED!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHEE BYE LA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so wad if i used the halal logo as my pic. wads the big deal?!?! the fucking person who reported me. ur gonna suffer wid pork for the rest of ur miserable life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dun fucking care. cos they haf stupid names like. ahmad, fiza, etc etc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am not accusing anyone now. but i am juz assuming that it might be yalams cos they might haf been somehow affected by that halal picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so wad if u all no fore skin. chee bye ah. no fore skin. big fuck?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fuck it la. seriously pissed now!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grrrrrrrr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6666643-110313392344250694?l=hornyver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666643/posts/default/110313392344250694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666643/posts/default/110313392344250694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hornyver.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110313392344250694' title=''/><author><name>hornyver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07967345617595944360</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666643.post-110183130484113444</id><published>2004-12-01T00:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-30T08:15:04.846-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Too Little Communication&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;izzit very hard for my maid to tell my mom that i will be staying out wid friends? not at all right? sooo much inconvenience caused. haiz. realli sorrie for being rude to my aunt. i tot she knew i was staying out.  haiZ. screwed up family.  super giddy now.  dunno y&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aniways. saw her todae! wha. shes super hot. haiZ. wanted to ask her. but din dare. suck man. haiZ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6666643-110183130484113444?l=hornyver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666643/posts/default/110183130484113444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666643/posts/default/110183130484113444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hornyver.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110183130484113444' title=''/><author><name>hornyver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07967345617595944360</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666643.post-110165645081977216</id><published>2004-11-28T07:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-28T07:40:50.820-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wheeeeee! she's coming back soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6666643-110165645081977216?l=hornyver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666643/posts/default/110165645081977216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666643/posts/default/110165645081977216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hornyver.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110165645081977216' title=''/><author><name>hornyver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07967345617595944360</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666643.post-110157747768197552</id><published>2004-11-27T09:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-27T09:44:37.683-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v11/cloudgerl/vic2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss vic soo much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6666643-110157747768197552?l=hornyver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666643/posts/default/110157747768197552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666643/posts/default/110157747768197552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hornyver.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110157747768197552' title=''/><author><name>hornyver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07967345617595944360</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666643.post-110139622545248319</id><published>2004-11-24T22:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-25T07:23:45.453-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i feel soo stupid. why am i soo coward. haiZ. shld haf asked b4 she left. haiZ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;missing u&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6666643-110139622545248319?l=hornyver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666643/posts/default/110139622545248319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666643/posts/default/110139622545248319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hornyver.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110139622545248319' title=''/><author><name>hornyver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07967345617595944360</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666643.post-110139617198003324</id><published>2004-11-23T12:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-25T07:22:51.980-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i miss u.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haiZ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6666643-110139617198003324?l=hornyver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666643/posts/default/110139617198003324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666643/posts/default/110139617198003324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hornyver.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110139617198003324' title=''/><author><name>hornyver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07967345617595944360</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666643.post-110096718718417147</id><published>2004-11-21T01:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-20T08:13:07.183-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>There was this Chinese, Malay and Indian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they went to a restaurant to apply for a job as chef.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the main chef said. if u can pass my test, u shall get the job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so the test was to make yello noodles turn black.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the chinese was first to take the test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he then stir fired the noodles with black sauce,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and gruadually, the noodles turned black.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the chinese passed the test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then it was the malay's turn to take the test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he pondered and pondered and thought about it thoroughly,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then he turned on the fire, and threw the noodles into the wok, and went for a glass of BANDUNG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he came back 5 mins later,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the noodles became black ( chao tah )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he was then asked to go back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, it was the indian's turn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he thought and thought and thought,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he looked at the noodles,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;out of the blue,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he reached into his underwear,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and plucked out his pubic hair,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and threw it into the wok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he lost the job ( of cos )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6666643-110096718718417147?l=hornyver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666643/posts/default/110096718718417147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666643/posts/default/110096718718417147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hornyver.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110096718718417147' title=''/><author><name>hornyver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07967345617595944360</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666643.post-110096781057052505</id><published>2004-11-21T01:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-20T08:23:30.570-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Singapore Idol 2004&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The final 2 : Sylvestre vs Taufik&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slyvestre&lt;br /&gt;-cute&lt;br /&gt;-chinese&lt;br /&gt;-appealing to girls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taufik&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, the onli pork he can eat, is Tau-PORK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- u see, he doesnt haf his own voice = poser, copy cat, no originality&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who will win?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of cos sly, why?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;becos political reasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how to let yalam represent singapore in world idol,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they nv take plane b4 one eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simon cowell would sae," malay?!?! malay!?! what the hell is a malay?!?! are u by any chance related to osama?!?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" MY GOD!! call the police "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Disclaimer : this was taken frm a source. it is purely for entertainment purposes. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6666643-110096781057052505?l=hornyver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666643/posts/default/110096781057052505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666643/posts/default/110096781057052505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hornyver.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110096781057052505' title=''/><author><name>hornyver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07967345617595944360</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666643.post-110053490912859278</id><published>2004-11-16T01:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-15T08:27:52.756-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>omg! can u believe it?!?!!?! its YALAM'S day!. woot woot!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see green everywhere!!!! but soo sad :( its nt money. Its KETUPAT, NASI LEMAK LEAVES, PANDAN CAKES, DECORATIONS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;awwww. i wanted to buy satay for supper. but dun haf :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay la huh. i dun sae liao. since its their day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disclaimer: i wrote all these juz for fun =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6666643-110053490912859278?l=hornyver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666643/posts/default/110053490912859278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666643/posts/default/110053490912859278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hornyver.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110053490912859278' title=''/><author><name>hornyver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07967345617595944360</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666643.post-110053542726439968</id><published>2004-11-16T00:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-15T08:17:07.263-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ALi: MA,  how come you give me 5 dollar only? my friend ahbeng got 10 dollar sia lar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MA; shhhh! green is lucky colour mah. and very chanteh also rite?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;: disclaimer: i got this frm a source&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6666643-110053542726439968?l=hornyver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666643/posts/default/110053542726439968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666643/posts/default/110053542726439968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hornyver.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110053542726439968' title=''/><author><name>hornyver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07967345617595944360</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666643.post-110017095038982442</id><published>2004-11-11T20:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-11T03:02:30.390-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;QNS: WAD COLOUR IS MY BLOG SKIN?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ANS: BLACK.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;y?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;its actually made up of many indian faces... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;thus, resulting in such a change. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;if all the indians on my blogskin were smiling.. im sure it wud be pretty white&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6666643-110017095038982442?l=hornyver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666643/posts/default/110017095038982442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666643/posts/default/110017095038982442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hornyver.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110017095038982442' title=''/><author><name>hornyver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07967345617595944360</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666643.post-110017169419726617</id><published>2004-11-11T19:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-11T03:14:54.196-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The story of Deepavali&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;A long long long long long time ago, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;there lived this bloody bloody bloody evil monster. He was really really evil!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;The evil monster turned all the Indians black!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;It was super scary!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;And thus, they "vanished" from the Earth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Then, there was the Indian version of Batman and Superman. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;They were Vishnu and Krishna! ( up up and away! )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;they went to kill the evil monster.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;HOWEVER, the Indians remained black.  ( awwwww. soo "sad" rite? )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;The indians thus came up with the Festival of Light, so that they can be seen at least once a year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;The End!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Disclaimer : This is totally for entertainment . Not racist stuff &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6666643-110017169419726617?l=hornyver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666643/posts/default/110017169419726617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666643/posts/default/110017169419726617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hornyver.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110017169419726617' title=''/><author><name>hornyver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07967345617595944360</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666643.post-110016976819827861</id><published>2004-11-11T18:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-11T02:42:48.196-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;For all those unable to be seen in the dark.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HAPPY DEEPAVALI!. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;lolololol. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;stop using 'Hei ren ya gao" , use " bai ren ya gao"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6666643-110016976819827861?l=hornyver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666643/posts/default/110016976819827861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666643/posts/default/110016976819827861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hornyver.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110016976819827861' title=''/><author><name>hornyver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07967345617595944360</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666643.post-109983805434862043</id><published>2004-11-07T22:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-07T06:34:14.346-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I CANT STOP LOVING U!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hardwork pays off. and im going to sec 4. WooT! i feel so happy. lucky i din go to normal acad. i would haf died there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mom took me to dye and highlight hair!. lololol.surpised man. now its looks damn funnie. but my mom keep saying it looks good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lolol. i cant wash head for 3 days. goodness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe gonna get new phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wha.. going sec 4 is good mah. soo mani perks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Miss u!! i cant wait to see u agn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6666643-109983805434862043?l=hornyver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666643/posts/default/109983805434862043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666643/posts/default/109983805434862043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hornyver.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#109983805434862043' title=''/><author><name>hornyver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07967345617595944360</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666643.post-109811102222823492</id><published>2004-10-18T23:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-18T07:50:22.226-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i love u.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6666643-109811102222823492?l=hornyver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666643/posts/default/109811102222823492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666643/posts/default/109811102222823492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hornyver.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109811102222823492' title=''/><author><name>hornyver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07967345617595944360</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666643.post-109785919016437345</id><published>2004-10-16T01:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-15T09:53:10.166-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;im sooo in love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Woot! exams are finally over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;papers were easy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;but doesnt mean i know how to do :P (some la)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Exams. its not tt i suck at studying. i am lazy to do the exam. sitting down on a chair for an hour plus thinking juz isn't one of the most intriguing things to do. but seeing elizabeth in tt 'zone', quite a scary scene. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;holidays coming. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;soon the school will reopen again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;where will i be? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;its sucks to have holiday sometimes. cos there is nth nice to do. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;aniways, it feels darn bloody good to have interneh back agn. can do loads of stuff. and can chat wid her :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Phone still wid solastri. Getting back on Meet the parents day. but i doubt i will be getting it back. Mom sure confiscate. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;All i can think of is youu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I cant get enuff of youu. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Youu are everything that a guy can ask for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Youu make my life more meaningful. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I really love youu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Ginza is a crap place. how can a person like an LAO LIAO look down on me and her. Its doesnt make sense. just because her husband dun tickle her. doesnt mean she has to ask wether got enuff money rite. wad kinda cb person is tt. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;cant blog anymore. lazy... lolollo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6666643-109785919016437345?l=hornyver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666643/posts/default/109785919016437345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666643/posts/default/109785919016437345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hornyver.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109785919016437345' title=''/><author><name>hornyver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07967345617595944360</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666643.post-109707380521014687</id><published>2004-10-06T07:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-06T07:43:25.210-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>this is the fake hornyver. hahaha. not funny.&lt;br /&gt;okay, oliver's internet connection is down for the time being.&lt;br /&gt;so he cannot:&lt;br /&gt;1) he cant go to the interneh.&lt;br /&gt;2) he cant sign in and chat at Msn.&lt;br /&gt;3) he will not be playing MU-online.&lt;br /&gt;4) he cant go to his favourite phone websites.&lt;br /&gt;5) he cannot go to his own blog.&lt;br /&gt;6) but not to worry, oliver still loves everyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6666643-109707380521014687?l=hornyver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666643/posts/default/109707380521014687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666643/posts/default/109707380521014687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hornyver.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109707380521014687' title=''/><author><name>hornyver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07967345617595944360</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666643.post-109569069589440216</id><published>2004-09-20T22:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-20T07:31:35.893-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;IT FEELS GOOD TO BE HANDPHONE-LESS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;seriously being able to get rid of that lil piece of talking device is a joy. free from answering fone calls and replying smses. whoah. and no need to worrie abt bills. hmmm. even better. lolol. am i kidding myself? i ain't sure. im living in self deinal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;im having my maths common test tomorrow. i dun feel the slightless pressure at all. although i haf studied, seeing numbers make me feel like passing out. im not joking. i think im gonna faint if i am even lucky enuff to take my o levels. if i dun get 40 tml, the class will suffer because of me. i do wan that to happen. i muz rise to the occasion. i am thinking too much already. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;im currently watching the emmy awards while blogging. haiZ. those prize presenters are soooo boring. the speech they gif before even reading out the names, can slp liao lor. its sooo pai seh to even watch. i know i cant do a better job than them la. but i am entitled to an opinion. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;if i told someone that i liked her. the person would probably reply " oh.. i like u too" haiZ. no one will ever believe me. i such a joker. not serious at all. sad case man. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;actually, i still love her. but i think she dun believe. if i were her. i would also refuse to believe i think. i mean like, from being nice to her, to being mean, then being nice agn. its like..  so hard to believe .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;haiZ.. its all my fault. wad can i do? goodness. im going mad. haiZ. im blogging in a particulary werid way todae. i also dunno why. i feel not oliver todae. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;final yr coming. but not stressed at all. i still dun believe certain stuff. i refuse to believe it. ask me if u wnana noe y. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6666643-109569069589440216?l=hornyver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666643/posts/default/109569069589440216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666643/posts/default/109569069589440216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hornyver.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109569069589440216' title=''/><author><name>hornyver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07967345617595944360</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666643.post-109516304325224867</id><published>2004-09-14T20:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-14T04:57:23.253-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;This is gonna be a damn long entry i think. Dun bother reading if you dont wanna.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;The minute we come to this world. We are under alot of stress. We also give alot of stress to our parents. Example, sleepless nights due to our cries and add to their expenses. Hospital bills, bills...bills..and more bills. Since the couple are willing to bring a life into this world. It requires alot of paitence and money. This is a big investment. Of course they expect something back. I find this very stressful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Well, Nothing is free in the world. You may sae that the water in macdonalds, or the chilli sauce is free. But if u sit down in a quite place and think, you are soo wrong. Your parents had to pay for your birth. If they did not do so, you would not be able to get " free " things. Thus, the things such as Chilli sauce were paid for when u were born. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I have to freaking idea why am i talking about such stuff. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I haven't been able to sleep well these days. I dun even fall asleep during lessons. I think i have some problems with myself. i also don't know what they are. It is very extremely irritating that i am Oliver. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;My exams are next week. But i am not the least scared of worried. I don't really bother studying and revising. But i pay attention in class. I know that it is not enough. If u fail to plan, you plan to fail. I am currently planning to fail.I dont see a need to study. i just dont believe in doing so. I did not even study for my PSLE.  its a waste of time if u ask me. even if i go to Sec 4 next year, i seriously doubt that i will be able to pass my O level. Studying is meaningless. Books books and more books. Why bother studying. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Everyone wants to make it big. Earn alot of money, have a good life. This is soo un practical. So typical and meaningless. There is like fucking alot of people on Earth. What are the chances of you making it big. Finding a job now is hard enough. Even with a University Certificate. You see, studying is sometimes a big waste of time and money. I know many people will disagree with me and say that studying is good. But what the point. Going into books is not my cup of tea. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Why people go school? Cos of parents. otherwise, do u think kids will wanna go school. Its because of parents 'forcing' them to go. Nowadays, school is just like a socialising insitution. students come here mainly to make friends. only those hardcore student bother studying. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Parents want their kids to study. Because they want their child to go further than them. I have a cousin. she is only 6 years old. But my auntie keeps forcing her to study like mad. this started since she was 3 i think. At the tender age of three, she is being forced to write her name and stuff. She will be caned if she does not obey. This is a sick act. My cousin is also deprived of cold water. she cannot stay in an aircon room for more than a certain period of time. She cannot eat fried food unless my auntie is around to " supervise" . she cannot swim. she cannot do alot of things. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;My auntie is really sick . my cousin doesnt have a good childhood. it may not affect her now. but it will in the future. My aunt is torturing my cousin. i really want to slap her sometimes. how can she do this. this is child abuse. my cousin does not have enough freedom. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;And my uncle. he is henpecked by my aunt. he doesnt want to do anything abt it. he jus wants to stay out of trouble. what a cocked up family. the child suffers the most. and such a young age and yet she is suffering. Living would have no purpose if i were in her shoes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;My aunt is not that smart. she is vents her frustrations of not getting into the U on my cousin. she pressurises my cousin so that she will do well in the future. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;her intentions are good. but u see, my cousin is still young. There is still alot of time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;My aunt doesnt eat white rice. her whole family eats brown rice. this is sick lor. and she is a vegetarian i think . eating too much brown rice is crazy. cos there is too much fibre. and its hard to digest. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;my aunt is sooo sick. sick up there. i dun think my other family members realli like her. ATTITUDE PROBLEM.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;People would probably go attend some entrepenur semina or some sort. Trying to come out with something new and creative. But their efforts will be fultile. How many people can actually make it big out of this? The chances are like 1/ 100000000000.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I dunno if anyone believes in Evolution. I think Darwin's logic is crap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Woot.. woot... Wha, i just evloved from an owl. Evolution has taken place. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Get my point? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Human evolve from Apes. that is crap. If it was really true. why are there still so many apes on Earth. Animal to Human. Unlogical. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Man came from god. Thats the truth. Otherwise, how to explain miracles taking place on this earth. Whatever that was recorded in the bible is the Truth. Im not spreading propoganda or anything. but i am standing up for what i believe in .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I noe myself very well. I can perform if i want. But wads the point doing things the last minute. I feel that going to Sec 4 nxt yr is a waste of money. Why go court doom when u know ur gonna die.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Repeating has its positive and negative outcomes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Positive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;-more prepared for O's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;-more focused on what u want&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Negative&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;-waste time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;-waste money&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;-may end up easting another year&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;-lose friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Coming to school is a big challenge to me. Because i know i am wasting my time. But i have to come. i can just leave home in my school U and galavant elsewhere. but i rather stay in school. i also dunt know why.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;cant blog anymore. mood gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6666643-109516304325224867?l=hornyver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666643/posts/default/109516304325224867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666643/posts/default/109516304325224867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hornyver.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109516304325224867' title=''/><author><name>hornyver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07967345617595944360</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666643.post-109448466739483548</id><published>2004-09-06T23:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-06T08:31:07.396-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Today must blog. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Its been like more than a week since my last entry i think. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Damn im feeling high. Must have been due to the amount of sweets i have been eating. lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Anyways, i muz change my blog song.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;The Eamon one. lol. super vulgar. i would rate it the best song to send to the other party if u wanna break up.  Sending a song wid those kinda lyrics is better than telling the person...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Boy, " eh, i no feelings for u liao. lets break up and be friends la."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Girl,(tears flowing down cheeks, broken heart) " huh, y muz liddat. dun do this to me eh. i realli need u and want u."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Boy," Fuck off la. i dun like u liao. u muz get it into ur head. i tell u lor. u better get this into ur head. otherwise, i dun think we can even be friends."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;lololololololo. wad crap am i writing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;but seriously la. its very shyt of a guy to do this to a girl. wha lao. muz think of how people feel. girls are sensitive creatures. muz spare a thought for them. if u are a girl, you wont want ur boyfriend to u right. you might as well choose the song. lol. its nicer, cooler, effective, plus got music summore. *grinz*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Today went out to cut hair wid Terence and Dora. at first went to this shop which dora recomended. but is was closed for the day. so we proceeded to macdonalds. bought fries, burgers and a coke. lol. we took 8 packets of curry sauce. but still not enough. damn is addictive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;after that, went to west mall. went to  Pro Trim for hair cut. wha. the hairstylist looks rather unique. first, he has a beard. very messy one. not curly. not thick. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;his hair was like, damn damn nice. abit of curls and stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;then the clothes, polo shirt, jeans, and a funnie par of shoes.  but surprisingly, he looked damn good. goodness.  i like his style.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;i let him do whatever he wanted to do to my hair. lol. it took more about 1 hr plus. he was simply skilled, the way he cut my hair. he was paitent and took his time. he did not wan to rush and leave me wid something not nice. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;lol. now my hair damn damn short. no fringe. but i like. i trust his judgement and taste. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;during the cutting of my hair. i asked him if he was cutting mohawk for me. he said no la. he commented that mohawk is too common and boring. he said it looked ugly too. then he sae. actually, any hairstyle can make mohawk one. its the way of styling it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;loloolol. he said. u see those malay boys la. they everything make mohawk one. soo boring. dun wanna try new stuff. lolololol, i couldn't keep laughing while he was cutting my hair. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Haiz. tonight is the last episode of F.R.I.E.N.D.S.  sigh. so sad so sad so sad. im so gonna miss it.  its like the best ever comedy sitcom produced. haiZ. y must it end. why why why?!?!?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;watching friends is sth that can de-stress me alot. the sick jokes and dumb comments and stuff simply leave me rolling on the floor laughing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Pheobe and Joey. im gonna miss them. lol. the crappiest people out of the 6 of em. they are never serious. sick jokes, stupid songs. haiZ. i cant get enough. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Extreme makeover. i feel that there are bad parts about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;although the person is happy with a new look and stuff. but think of the person's parents lor. its like, htier own flesh and blood. the looks kena changed. cos the child not happy wid the way they look. haiz. then the parents will feel that they have bad genes and stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;come on la. everyone is created wid the image of the lord. so if u sae that someone is ugly, u are actually saying it to god. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;i dunno what to blog liao la. i shall end here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6666643-109448466739483548?l=hornyver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666643/posts/default/109448466739483548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666643/posts/default/109448466739483548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hornyver.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109448466739483548' title=''/><author><name>hornyver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07967345617595944360</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666643.post-109413951464894180</id><published>2004-09-02T23:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-02T08:38:34.646-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;ITS GOD DAMN BORING!!!!!! (&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;even though there is homework&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;i have decided to read today's papers and blog about it since there is nth to do. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Today's Straits Times (September 02) featured quite alot of interesting articles. I just wanna share what i feel about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;In the main section, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;400 children and adults held hostage. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Armed attackers, believed to be Chechen rebels, seize a school in southern Russia and threaten to kill children. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;okay, personally, i don't give a two shit about what is going there. cos, it is none of my business. But what really concerns me, is the fact that rebels, terrorists, militants, etc etc etc.. are just a bunch of losers. i mean, why bother fighting? whats the damn point? your balls will feel better izzit? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;lol. no la. its sick cos, y harm the women and children. women and children are soo innocent. The rebels or whatever u wanna call them, shld learn from 'Predator'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Why? because predator only kills man. women and children are left alone. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;you see, even though predator is a fucked up moronic sadist, at least he still bothers to leave the women and children alone. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;but u see these russian rebels, just look at them, they are 'bullying' small kids. come on la. pick someone your own size. they are not even fit to be an ailen. lolol. i mean as in compared to predator.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;In the Home section, Page 7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;DJs' lewd remarks: MediaCorp Radio fined.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;lolololo. go read the article man. i dun wanna blog about it. all i can sae is that the Sheikh Haikel deserved to be sacked la. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;In Asia section, page 9.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Tennis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Sharapova survives, barely&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;look at the pic of marat safin tossing his racket. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;frm this, i can infer that he has bad sportsmanship.this is because, by showing this gesture, he proves that he is not happy that he lost. one shld haf the confidence to conceed. blah blah blah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Life section, heck la. i got to do homework on it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;ahhh, i dunno what has happened to me la. i can rememer things and details of handphones, shoes, etc etc. i mean like, y can i use my brain properly. i only enjoy doing things i like. but if everyone could do the things they like, haiZ.. whats the point man. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;its gonna be boring tomorrow. photo taking for classes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;HAiZ!! damnit damnit. i cant spike my hair animore liao. even abit stand also cannot. haiZ.. its pointless, i wanted to make skinhead. but solastri sae cannot. haiz. i also dunno y man. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;sec 1 sec 2, i wasn't even obessedwith my hair. now eh. im soo crazy over it. haiZ..wtf?!?!?! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;i muz seriously go gym and work out. im soo damn fat. haiz. later no one wan me ah. lolololol. =p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;i think i should seriously stop blogging about myself man. im such a narcissist. dunno y. im bored! entertian me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;may god bless everyone reading blog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6666643-109413951464894180?l=hornyver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666643/posts/default/109413951464894180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666643/posts/default/109413951464894180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hornyver.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109413951464894180' title=''/><author><name>hornyver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07967345617595944360</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666643.post-109370882817159826</id><published>2004-08-29T00:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-28T09:00:28.173-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;damn lazy to blog these days. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;nothing muched happen .  fuck man. i went to comex 2004. i met miss sion there! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;then at the creative booth,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;then i asked the lady, "can i have the iPod broucher?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;then the lady was like," we dun sell iPod " .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;then i was like, "omg! Wtf?!?!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;haiZ. i was like, asking for their rival company broucher. haiZ haiZ haiZ. damn damn damn pai seh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;met my aunt and his cousin there. then my aunt was being her usual self. nagging and nagging and nagging. haiz. blah blah blah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;later, my cousin pulled me aside and talked about my other cousin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;family stuff these days is damn cock man. cos its like. this person did sth wrong, and the mother merely tells him off. then he will scold back. then she will submit to him. wtf is this logic. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;haiZ.. spare the rod and kill the child. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;i keep sleeping in class these days. damnit man. i jus put my head on the table. and "booof'. im asleep. haiz.. then vic said my eyes bag damn big. wha lao eh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;starting from next term onwards. its gonna be a 5 dae week sth. then its like so fucking shyt. in school from 7.20- 6pm. die man. whole day in school. this logic is crazy. and this is thanks to our new PM. haiZ. y muz he do such stuff. only ruin ppl's lives in my opinion. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;im gonna be one of those people who is gonna collaspe in school due to this physically and mentally straining new project. haiZ. damnit. 5 dae week. juz think of it. not enuff time to sleep lor. they shld start school later or something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;3 breaks inbetween. come on lor. how long will each break be? 30 mins? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;haiz. then the water coolers in the school. some also not cold one. haiZ. how to survive in school. i need cold water!!! look at the weather.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Aniways, Happy 40th Birthday Tanglin. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;lol. i had a part to play for the success eh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;the 10 diff school value banners that were placed up on the wall was partly done by me. lol. chee yong, eddy , irving and of cos Mr wong was involved too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;haha. mr wong managed to get thos banners done within the last 2 daes. lolol. confirm not enuff slp one. but nvm la. ppl who can work under pressure are good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;okay la. thank mother nature too. din rain i think.   haiz. mrs oei put in soo much effort. lol i saw the tanglin bags, the the red carpet and stuff. damn damn nice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;well. i shall be my self.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;okay la. there are also bad stuff. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;firstly, the red carpet. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;it looked damn old and stuff. haiZ. tanglin shld buy a brand new one or something. this is a big event lor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;all this wodden benches. some were spoilt and stuff. mrs oei shld spend money investing on new ones. i mean like. firstly, will give ppl good impression. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;secondly, there are gaps between each plank on the table. then its like. if the paper thin, then write halfway, then may poke through, then got hole.. blah blah blah....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;The tables for the dinner were packed too close in my opinion. i will probably scream if i was eating in such a place. soo uncomfortable. soo little space to manuever around. haiZ.. will go mad one. i hate to be isolated in one corner. ill go nuts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;i dun think have anithing liao la. aniways, they shld not have placed the VIP table all the way in front. they shld put in abit more back lor. i mean like, all the way in front. the joseph thing will be damn loud. then will feel uncomfortable to the nps i guess. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;then also, the joseph ppl will probably panic after seeing that the vips are jus directly in front of them. then its like. the performance will be affected and stuff. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;haiz. everything was done at the last min i think. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;the notice boards , etc etc etc. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;haha. i shall stop liao la. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;althought i din go for the dinner, im sure it will be a success one la. lololol. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;it felt great to be a part of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;For now, i shall go back to my old self. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;i am soo fucking pissed with certain ppl. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;i shall talk about that in a few moments. But first, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;You noe why the geylang prostitutes no business?? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Ans: Cos now bird flu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;okay. personally. i like the church ppl. but i dun like ho yeow sun. I think she does not portray the image of a pastor. She sings sing sing sings and never preaches. then she get music awards and stuff, then she poses for advertisments, namingly iSport. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;then at music awards, she wear until soo revealing. lol. then its like, she is a women of god. wad is she trying to prove? i simply dun understand. I juz dun like her. also dunno why? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;By the way, i do not hate the church people. plz dun get offended. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;imagine. okay lar, this is for girls. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;you and your husband planning to have sex for the 1st time. then its like. on that night, he was admitted to the hospital. then doctors found out his dick had cancer. then had to be amputated in order to stop the cancer from spreading. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;What would you do? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;PS: feedback via email or taggy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Like Vs Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Like: both parties have feelings for each other. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Love: Both parties are willing to sacrifice for each other. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;So its like. these days. those young young couples. they go sae i love you to each other. but in real life. they are not realli willing to sacrifice for each other. i mean like, will u give up ur studies or family just to be with the one you love?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;that sounds damn dumb. and at this age. there is no such thing at true love. its juz puppy love. hmmm. plz dun be so dumb and get yourself in a relationship. it will only affect your studies. wait until after o level than get. cos but then, at least you haf a cert that is " can make it" compared to PSLE cert.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;okay. Event of the day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;kids these days. simply dunno the meaning of words such as " excuse me"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;i was in the lift todae. then its like, i was alone. then this crowd came in. then his father, carrying a big big bag and his child, cornered into all the way in. then his bag kept hitting me. i was starting to get damn pissed. fuck man. then when my level, i struggled to get out. damn it stinked! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;then even i cleared everyone. there was this fat boy left. i tapped on his shoulders, and told him excuse me in a polite way. i did that two times eh. i think that there must have been too &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;much fat on his shoulders, thats why he din feel anithing. so i procceded by pushing him to one side, so as to make way for myself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;everyone seems shocked with what i did. then as i walked out of the lift. i shouted Fuck damn loud. i think tt fat boi din understand tt too. damn fuck eh. tt fat boi boi. dunno how to move one side. damn damn angry. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;thats all for todae.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6666643-109311052546507517?l=hornyver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666643/posts/default/109311052546507517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666643/posts/default/109311052546507517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hornyver.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109311052546507517' title=''/><author><name>hornyver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07967345617595944360</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666643.post-109307961382349249</id><published>2004-08-21T05:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-21T02:13:33.823-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I shall blog about alot of stuff todae.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;1st: The 7 deadly sins &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;a href="http://deadlysins.com/sins/pride.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Pride&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; is excessive belief in one's own abilities, that interferes with the individual's recognition of the grace of God. It has been called the sin from which all others arise. Pride is also known as Vanity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://deadlysins.com/sins/envy.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Envy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; is the desire for others' traits, status, abilities, or situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://deadlysins.com/sins/gluttony.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Gluttony&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; is an inordinate desire to consume more than that which one requires.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://deadlysins.com/sins/lust.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Lust&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; is an inordinate craving for the pleasures of the body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://deadlysins.com/sins/anger.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Anger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; is manifested in the individual who spurns love and opts instead for fury. It is also known as Wrath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://deadlysins.com/sins/greed.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Greed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; is the desire for material wealth or gain, ignoring the realm of the spiritual. It is also called Avarice or Covetousness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://deadlysins.com/sins/sloth.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Sloth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; is the avoidance of physical or spiritual work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;how many of you have committed the 7 deadly sins? i know i have. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;the punishments of comitting those sins are damn sick man. if u wanna take a look, go to this webbie --&gt; &lt;a href="http://deadlysins.com/sins/"&gt;http://deadlysins.com/sins/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;click on each of the sins to see what is the punishment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Trapt : Echo. ( very nice song )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Close my eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Let the whole thing pass me by&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;There is no time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;To waste, Asking why&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'll run away with you, by my side&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'll run away with you, by my side&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I need to let go, let go, let go, let go of this prideI think about your face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And how I fall into your eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The outline that I trace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Around the one that I call mineTime that called for space&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Unclear where you drew the line&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I don't need to solve this case&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And I don't need to look behind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Close my eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Let the whole thing pass me by&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;There is no time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;To waste, Asking why&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'll run away with you, by my side&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'll run away with you, by my side&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I need to let go, let go, let go, let go of this pride&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Do I expect to change&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The past I hold inside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;With all the words I say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Repeating over in my mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Some things you can't erase&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;No matter how hard you try&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;An exit to escapeIs all there is left to find&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Close my eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Let the whole thing pass me by&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;There is no time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;To waste, Asking why&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'll run away with you, by my side&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'll run away with you, by my side&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I need to let go, let go, let go, let go of this pride&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Until this echo, echo, echo, echo in my mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Until this echo, echo, echo, echo can subside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So I close my eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Let the whole thing pass me by&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;There is no time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;To waste, Asking why&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'll run away with you, by my side&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'll run away with you, by my side&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I need to let go, let go, let go, let go of this pride&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Until this echo, echo, echo, echo in my mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Until this echo, echo, echo, echo can subside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Its seems like i havent been my real self for the past few days. i havent been blogging like before. having the freedom of speech. well, i think of another way to write out my feelings and stuff. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;i cant keep hiding stuff animore. i muz blog them out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;i guess it will only be sometime before the real me appears again. dunno yet la. see how everything goes first. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;if is continues raining like mad, oh my, the 40th anniversary it gonna be sth like a flop, cos the original plan cannot be carried out. tsk tsk. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6666643-109307961382349249?l=hornyver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666643/posts/default/109307961382349249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666643/posts/default/109307961382349249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hornyver.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109307961382349249' title=''/><author><name>hornyver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07967345617595944360</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666643.post-109302078662583170</id><published>2004-08-21T01:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-20T09:53:06.626-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Hmmm. felt an urge to blog todae.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Topic : Human, Sadness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Solastri humiliated this sec one guy todae. Talking about him and his friends making noise outside Mr. Chua's class. Hmmm, serves him right la. Dun bully mr chua. he may seem normal on the outside, but actually, he has many problems and difficulties. Try not to make him sad or anything. he may break down due to alot of pressure. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Held back by Ng beng kiong after school for chinese spelling corrections. this time, must copy every single word 10 times, including all those words that are not given in the spelling. damn eh, got 50 plus words in each chapter. die lor. haiz.. my hands are killing me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Mr. Ng Beng Kiong. one of the most interesting persons i have ever come across. he is like able to talk on any topic that people name. very very eloquent.  even road sweeping also got thing to talk about. simply explicit. but has a werid mind. sudden mood change. but Portia tan has picked a good man. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Okay, todae joseph performed in the hall due to bad weather. haiZ. damnit. i din get to watch cause i went to queensway to buy shoes. hmmm. but i supposed that the show shld be good la. hmmmm. but wad if rains on the actual day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;awwwwwwww. soo sad. but JTB. u cant mess wid mother nature, neither can u change it. wha. if my prediction about the 40th anniversary comes true. aw man. i dunno wad to sae. but i can be a fortune teller. =D. okay la. sounds dumb rite. but i still have my issues with the joseph production thingy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;i dun care what people think about how i blog and what i blog about. well, its my blog afterall. i make the final sae. i regret if i have hurt anione. but u cant blame me. i am a human. i have the right to feel how the way i feel. its like. some ppl find sliver more attractive than gold. some people simply think that sliver is fuck compared to gold. hmmm. its like that la. how people think. there is no absolute truth. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;i feel like blogging about mr chua again. its not that i pity him or stuff. but i juz find him realli poorthing. vic told me stuff about him todae again. okay. she tells me stuff, because she feels the same way that i feel for mr chua. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;okay. firstly, he has to support his parents, pay for bills income tax and etc..  then he has to work to get vitamin M. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;frankly speaking. everyone would not wan to be sad while earning money. people would wan to be happi while they are earning money. hmmm. i dunno how to phrase it la. its like. u wan to enjoy earning the money rite. u dun wan to suffer while earning money. hmmm. if sounds chim, u can call my hp and i can kindly explain to u. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;still got other stuff about mr chua. i think it is not realli nice to put onto my blog. i shall keep it a secret for the time being. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;okay. i wanna talk about my bracelet. i think miss solastri did not udnerstand what i meant. i meant that the bracelet belonged to my dad. and he wore that when he died. so my mom took it and gave it to me. and said. keep that as a rememberance for your dad. that was the last gift he gave me. it is extremely precious.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;so the bracelet is like a heir-loon liddat. and miss solastri took it. haiz. i dun think she udnerstands. or is either, i din make it clear to her. hmmm. dunno yet. i having bad memory . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Exams coming. muz study i think. lololol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6666643-109302078662583170?l=hornyver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666643/posts/default/109302078662583170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666643/posts/default/109302078662583170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hornyver.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109302078662583170' title=''/><author><name>hornyver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07967345617595944360</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666643.post-109283696086419894</id><published>2004-08-18T21:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-18T06:49:20.866-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I heard of stuff being done to the new Mr Chua. i felt an urge to blog about what i have heard. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;i feel that he is very poorthing. he is constantly being bullied by the classes he teach. the class doesnt pay attention to him even though he puts in all his heart to teach.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;there was a point of time where he actually cried; due to a rebellious student's remark. that student was from 2e1. i think everyone knows who she is la. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;i mean like, he stays in sch till damn late, just to make notes for the classes. that is a very very nice thing to do. i mean like. he could juz simply go home and watch television. but juz for the students, he goes the extra mile. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;according to victoria, he is in his late twenties. seldom do u see such young teachers so dedicated to their classes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I heard from one of my friend that mr chua talked to her on how he can improve in his teaching, so that the class would pay attention to him and stuff. hearing that made me think of something. why would he wanna do this kinda things even though the class doesnt listen to him and they bully him? the answer in simple. he loves the class alot. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;he could have just simply heck care about the students for their misbehaviour. he can just come in to class, let the students do wad they wan. but rather, he choses to teach them, and even bothers to stay back with the students and help them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;vic also said that he would gif a kit kat if the students came for his 'dentention' ( extra maths class i presume). okay la. kit kat may not be that appealing la. but he even tries this kinda stuff just for students to come back so that he can impart his knowledge to them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;haiZ.. i almost teared when i heard all these stuff about him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Come on la. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;IF MR CHUA TEACHES YOUR CLASS MATHS, AND YOUR ARE READING THIS BLOG, PLEASE STOP BULLYING HIM.  it would be tanglin's loss if he decided to leave the school. Because if he decides on doing so, i think he would have felt he is a uselss person and would not want to teach anymore. by then, no amount of tears would being him back?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Please listen to him in class la. although he may not teach me. but i understand. he is still a greenhorn in this profession. give him a chance la. don't let him feel that what he has studied for was actually a waste of time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6666643-109283696086419894?l=hornyver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666643/posts/default/109283696086419894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666643/posts/default/109283696086419894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hornyver.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109283696086419894' title=''/><author><name>hornyver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07967345617595944360</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666643.post-109282832865398111</id><published>2004-08-18T19:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-18T04:25:28.653-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;When i first created this blog, all i wanted to do was to express my feelings. i dun understand why people are unhappy with wad i blog about. even though i may simply have just a FOUL mouth. i did no mean to do any damage. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;A blog is a place where u write down ur thoughts and feelings. it is merely a less secretive verison of a diary. i dun see other people being caught about what they wrote. what they wrote are not pleasant too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;i am at a loss now. i dunno what to do. i am somehow deprived of the right to express myself. i noe that there are certain stuff that may affect certain people. but most of the harsh things that i wrote was out of anger. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;my mom told me that it would have been a stupid idea to give the papers. however i did not listen to her. i went ahead and gave miss solastri the paper. now i am i deep shit. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;i think by the 28th of Feburary. i would have already been expelled by the school. todae was a shit dae. i was totally in a daze. i was thinking thinking thinking. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;last nite, when i printed my entires out, i felt realli bad. maybe it is because that i have already cooled down and now, i realised that i have been doing wrong. but i still strongly feel that it was okay to express my thoughts and feelings. thats why i created this blog. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;it is a realli sad thing when you hide things in youself and do not tell.  this is probably why teachers do TPI with students. at that point of time when i juz came back from the funeral. i did not realli wanted to talk. blogging was more easy and i felt more open. i somehow hled back certain stuff when i was talking to miss solastri. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;i noe that me blog has hurt many people. including Mr Tham, Mr Lee Han Seng, and Ho Yenn Wah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;its too late to change what i have done. whats done cannot be undone. i am mixed with emotions now.  the part about the school not letting me take the whole week off was like, written without thinking.i din noe what to use to compare. so i juz said that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;this is probabaly the last time i am going to blog. see how the situation goes first. my dad used to tell me that my mouth would get me in trouble. i guess what he says is pretty true. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;our human society has indeed changed alot. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6666643-109282832865398111?l=hornyver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666643/posts/default/109282832865398111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666643/posts/default/109282832865398111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hornyver.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109282832865398111' title=''/><author><name>hornyver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07967345617595944360</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666643.post-109232221608596011</id><published>2004-08-12T23:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-12T07:50:16.086-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;DAMNIT!  Blogger is damn lag. Period!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;oh my. today, i took my medication. then i fell asleep in class. haiz. better not eat it anymore. i rather be my normalself rather than the placid one. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;did not realli learn much todae. quite sad la. tomorrow is last dae of school for the week. quite meaningless la. got golf.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;PHYSICALLY TIRED!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;joel and me discussed about our classmates todae. what will they most likely be when we grow up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;joel said that many of us would be salesman and woman. the future looks pretty bleak. i mean like, sales people. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;-long hours&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;-average pay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;-have to accomdate to customers needs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;-must endure the customer regardless of situations&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;-long time before promotion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;-meaningless life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;YUCK! I DONT WANT TO BE A SALESMAN! DAMNIT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;Terence leong said during morning assembly " only you have the power to change yourself" ( i think tts what he said. quite close )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;i agree with him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;Topic: Leg hair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;personally, i find leg hair quite okay. its part of growing up. even girls have. but they shave la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;but imagine, someone's sweaty leg, full of hair and filth rubs on you and then the sweat from his leg hair touches you and stuff. omg! disgusting rite? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;the point is that. if a guy did that to a guy. its okay la. but wad if it is a girl that did that to a guy. shiok rite?!??! lolololo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;i looked around and came down to this conculsion. girls with leg hair really look disgusting! omg! y don't they bother to shave. yuck man. i dont know any guy except a blind one that would actually mind girls with hairy legs. i mean like, do you see models with leg hair?!?! lolololol. omg. imagine the scene&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v133/hornyver/hairy.bmp" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hows the pic? gimme comments. lololol . nice rite?!?! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;moral of the story, shave man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6666643-109232221608596011?l=hornyver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666643/posts/default/109232221608596011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666643/posts/default/109232221608596011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hornyver.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109232221608596011' title=''/><author><name>hornyver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07967345617595944360</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666643.post-109223763993006976</id><published>2004-08-11T11:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-11T08:20:39.930-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WITH EFFECT FROM 11th August 2004, Mr Oliver Chionh shall think before he blogs. Thou shall be very very careful about what he says in his blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Glenn suggested about setting up a password for blogs. Well, i find that a very stupid thing to do. Why bother hiding what you write when your purpose of creating a blog is to let others see what you feel and stuff?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, the thing is that Miss Solastri said that there is nothing about blogging. But it is rather what you blog about. Do not do stuff that would backfire on you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the safety of myself, as well as those people who tag on my tagboard. i shall blog decently and think before I write.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was a rather odd day. although i was in school, i felt as if i was somewhere else. whatever rubbish that came into my right ear came out of my left year. the good stuff remained in my head. that felt really weird. i am a corrupted person. and that seldoms happens to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i styled my hair to mohawk today. surprisingly, miss solastri did not ask me to comb down my hair and stuff. i think she was just keeping quiet to see how i would react. if i were to continue styling my hair in that particular manner, it would just take a couple of days before she says something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel that i look very sloppy. firstly, my school pants. they are far too big and baggy. it looks as if i can fit a whole chicken inside. i must change to a size 32 . 2nd, my school shirt. it looks dirty and old. i feel that i look odd. i do not feel part of the school for some reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;recently, i feel very different about things. although you may not see it on the exterior. but actually deep inside, i have many hidden things. i have not been sleeping well. just look at the big eye bags i have. damn i look ugly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Topic: Gambling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why must people waste their hard-earned money in gambling.  and then end up in debt. that is a very dumb thing to do. gambling is all about luck. and also human manipulation. for example, some casinos. their machines are most probably altered in such a way where the chances of wining are damn low. E.g Jackpot machines. this very machine causes many old people to suffer when they are old. because they use their CPF money on the jackpot machines, thats why they go bankrupt. and then they complain no money go nursing home and stuff. its such a sad thing to happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As mentioned in the movie: The Best Bet, directed my singapore's very talented Jack Neo. Gambling is 100% pure luck. is either you win or lose. there is no such thing as lose by abit and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually, i thought of writing about this partially because of miss solastri talking to me about gambling and also because there was a pop up on my computer screen about gambling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel very moody. cant really smile. what i am at home is totally different from what i am in school. i may appear happy and stuff. but it is a very different picture at home. i am always in my room. quiet, depressed and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wonder if i am actually undergoing depression. damnit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we live because we have to die. we die because we have already lived. so whay don't we bother to die? because we don't dare to die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this stupid lil poem was made up by me. lame rite? i such a lamer? lame lame lame&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lame = someone who cannot walk?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singapore idol was on tv!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why do people bother embarasing themselves on national tv. i still do not understand why. do they wanna be known throughout the whole nation. being well known also has its bad points.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the judges are horrible. they are like simon. but they are cool in their own way. but that Florence should seriously pull back her fringe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, im sure many people forgot about finding out who coined the singapore pledge. he is the former Senior Minister S. Rajaratnam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats all for todae.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6666643-109223763993006976?l=hornyver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666643/posts/default/109223763993006976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666643/posts/default/109223763993006976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hornyver.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109223763993006976' title=''/><author><name>hornyver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07967345617595944360</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666643.post-109215597617558391</id><published>2004-08-11T00:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-10T09:39:36.176-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;i shall start off my blog with one thing: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;YUN LI COMPLAINS THAT I BLOG TOO LONG. AND I DUNNO WHAT TO DO?!?!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;nvm nvm. we shall heck about her for awhile yea? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Diamonds are a girl's best friend! but our dear friend there, will never get one. you see her cunning face. she can only wear those fake diamonds. lololo. cos they look soo real on her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;lolol. CHEAPSTAKE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;todae was a mess. i've been looking into the computer screen in the Cyber Cafe by the name of ( LOL..) meaning. Lan Online Lab. lollolo. damn lame rite.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;haiZ.. computers were super damn fast. ADSL modems eh. dun play play. the thing din lagg at all. surprising for a cyber cafe located in an old building named Bukit Batok Plaza. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;HaiZ.. my seat was located in a very shitty position. it all all the way in, and there wasn't any ventilation. Haiz.. i almost fainted while playing Cs. i was practically damn damn giddy. haiZ.. everytime i fired the gun. i felt like puking. damnit!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;especially in the map 747. omg. each time i walked thru the curtains. i wanted to puke even more. haiZ.. ended up playing war craft 3 frozen throne. lolol. played gate keepers wid G.F ( good friend ) until wave 12 then die. haha.. not bad rite? for a noob like me. my hero level 15 i think. i wanna go play again after sch!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;but unable to do so. muz complete my work. hmmm. wonder if tml will get caught for my mohawk hair. haiz.. living in fear. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;tml 6 periods of solastri. haiZ. suffer or not? depends on the class. and muz see her mood. this is oo crazy. why is everyone so scared of her?!?! why cant people rebel her?!?! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;its actually all in the mind. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;but frankly speaking, being her enemy wouldn't be exaclty the best thing to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;i dunno wad to blog liao. hope tml will be a good dae.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6666643-109215597617558391?l=hornyver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666643/posts/default/109215597617558391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666643/posts/default/109215597617558391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hornyver.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109215597617558391' title=''/><author><name>hornyver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07967345617595944360</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666643.post-109206499617463487</id><published>2004-08-09T11:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-09T08:24:36.123-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;HAPPY NATIONAL DAY 2004&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is Guo Qing Re.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which is also my day .lololo.. i want some respect okay. I dun care if S.R Cockenadan is reading this entry or blog. Todae is my day. i can do anything i like. lololo. this is soo lame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todae was practically boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 plus am: Still in bed. Awoken due to phone call frm GF ( good friend ) lollolo.&lt;br /&gt;Chatted till 12 i think. Supposed to go meet her at Bukit Batok but din go.&lt;br /&gt;sORRIE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12pm-8pm: Orchard. at first went to dohby ghaut to meet Alvin and his girlfriend Catherine. Damnit! he was late. lollo. muz have been smooching wid his Gf. Er, walked around at plaza singapura.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quite boring. went to play arcade at E-zone. Haiz, i lost to alvin in daytona. wha lao, my fastest lap better than him lor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that went to eat macs. haiZ.. damn irritating lor. this few days have been eating fast food. wha lao eh. im soo gonna be fat and die of stuff. haiZ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that, walked to isetan. along the way, saw many lame stuff. haiZ.. soo many malay ppl dancing. quite nice la. they were performing some martial arts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haiZ..shyt la. i dun wanna talk abt the walk to isetan. damn lame. irritating. soo hot and thirsty man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met my mom and bro at isetan. haiZ.. my bro was at the toys department as usual. wha lao eh. he damn ass lor. he whole dae wanna buy buy buy. haiZ. then actually wanted to buy the toy. then at cashier. he said go taka and see. mabbe got better transformer. haiZ.. everyone was pissed. but what to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then at taka. shopped alot. i bought a belt and two shirts. lolol. damn jian damn jian. mom hlep me to pay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after much walking and stuff, we found out that taka sold every single model of transformer robot excpet the one that my brother wanted. haiZ. damn sway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the end, walked back to isetan. haiz. damn idiot. my legz were killing me. lololo. my bro din get anithing in the end. who else can he blame except himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that.. went home..............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SINGPORE IDOL !!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOLOLLO. IS DAMN COCK. CAUSE DAMN FUNNY. AND THE PEOPLE QUITE FUCK UP. THE JUDGES ALL DAMN HARSH. ALL ARE MINI SIMON'S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, Dick lee was damn assy. he scold sae the ppl until like fuck man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay.. the contestants. haiZ.. singaporeans, embarassing themselves on national television. haiZ. dunno what to say man. they no shame. cannot sing still wanna go audition. let the judges scold also song ah??!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got this guy who came all the way from shang hai. lolololl. he cannot sing. the judges said his voice too classy and stuff. then he kept saying. " give me a chance.. im sure i will be in top ten. you wont regret"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haiZ.. damn yuck! .. no shame!!! his voice like opera one. damn high. haiZ. CMI&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then got this guy. come and sing lemon tree. haiZ.. william hung singapore version. i think he purposely do it one. but sorrie boy. singapore is not like US. they wun invest on clowns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wonder how? i wonder why. u have no shame and fucking come and sing this song?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eek!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then got his guy, he sing she bangs ( wannabe )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then he sing until left his yellow underwear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lollololol. got one dan funny one. he sing sing sing sing sing... but nothing could be heard eh. summore the tv. come out sae. : [this is the actualy volume. do not adjust the volume]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lololollololoolo. then the judges kept laughing. then he sing finish, he was like " give me some comments. what can i do to improve? "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the judges were like " how can we comment on you when he cant hear anything." haiZ..damn dumb man. the thing cannot get into his head. he kept thinking that ppl can hear him sing. haiZ.. CMI!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm. the rest of the contestants. nth to sae. but got his banana man nxt week. he wear mask come and sing lor. haiZ.. mabbe is celeb eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dunno what to blog liao. haiZ.. by what i see, singapore idol cannot make it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;er. Extreme Makeover. go watch la. you will learn to hate urself more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smile ppl! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6666643-109206499617463487?l=hornyver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666643/posts/default/109206499617463487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666643/posts/default/109206499617463487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hornyver.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109206499617463487' title=''/><author><name>hornyver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07967345617595944360</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666643.post-109172016645082117</id><published>2004-08-05T23:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-05T08:36:06.450-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>todae kinda sucked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pain near the stomach. could not stand straight. i got to sit down while everyone was singing the National Anthem. Felt kinda odd. i wanted to stand.&lt;br /&gt;The pain was there till about end of school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Topic: Mrs Oei ( Her " Honourable " acts )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, since i came back to school from my dad's funeral. solastri was doing T. P.I ( Teacher Pupil Interaction ) with me. well, this TPI program is rather annoying. because people keep asking stuff about you. it feels rather uncomfortable. Because of the TPI, i was unable to hear the news about joseph cast being able to be excused for one dae for the performance later in the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wtf?!?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs Oei .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st: you want people to be world-ready youths. And wtf? u even placed those words on the wall . Soooo big that everyone can see it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;World ready youths = Ready for the world = Able to cope with anything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats my equation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this means that the joseph cast should not be given a day of rest. this is sooo fucking unfair. i mean. oh my, my dad juz passed away. shouldn't i like be given the whole week off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-so wad if their tired?&lt;br /&gt;-so wad if they need to rest more? so wad if they are acting?&lt;br /&gt;-so wad if they are gonna perform in front of soo many people?&lt;br /&gt;-so wad?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the thing is that. they should not be given a day off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mrs oei doesn't get the picture at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people are constantly using joseph to escape stuff like handing in homework. then when joseph ppl sleep in class. they give the fucking excuse: JOSEPH. WTF?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything also joseph. come on la.they should know how to plan their time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The root of the problem is -------&gt;Mrs Oei&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shes demands sooo much. and builds castles in the sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. she compares Tanglin to R.I ( Raffles Instituion) well, i think they are jus a bunch of [R]otten [I]diots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs Oei thinks that tanglin will be a world class school . come on. mrs oei, you should be realistic man. its like. comparing a piece of dirt to a DIAMOND!! yun li i know ur reading this. lololol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. tanglin, world class school. hmmmm. maybe in your dreams? Just look. tanglin a neighbourhood school. what a joke. tanglin. sometimes i too ashamed to mention my school name. because they think the school is near orchard. or either, they never hear it before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tanglin's pride and joy. ------&gt; Cedric Foo. come on man. 10 yrs time. he will be selling yong tao foo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tickets to the dinner looked really high class. but so wad? the main thing is that. the tickets will most likely end up in the bin. and then. shes gonna kp to the sch about the tickets being throw away. actually, frankly speaking, the tickets look like talisman. you know, those yellow papers that priest's use to subdue demons and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damnit. mrs oei is soo confident that is will not rain on that day. oh my. when it rains how? go classroom ah? of go to that hall . haiZ.. mrs oei. invest on a new hall, change it into a 2 storey auditorium. then add air conditioning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see. mrs oei. to be a world class school. the school needs to haf world class facilities and looks.  the field already cannot make it. so it the science labs in the science blocks. oh man. they look like a good place to store dead bodies instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the canteen vendors also. are they selling world class food? hmmm .. mrs oei, if u ever read my blog. think about it man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow. everyone must wear a red shirt. wtf? i juz came back from funeral lor. wear red. haiZ. the school simply likes to do thing the last min. don't know wads their freaking problem. why must wear red and act patriotic to the country. Tanglin wont even be noticed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if everyone were to wear red. it would look like a giant had just mensturated on the parade square from the sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shall stop blogging for now. i still dunno wad to do man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6666643-109172016645082117?l=hornyver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666643/posts/default/109172016645082117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666643/posts/default/109172016645082117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hornyver.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109172016645082117' title=''/><author><name>hornyver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07967345617595944360</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666643.post-109154483942350628</id><published>2004-08-03T22:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-03T07:53:59.423-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>well, i shant carry on with the blog about mr tham. i have better things to do. pissed does he make me, blog shall i.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my dad just passed away. well. now haf big responsibilites. i would like to take this opportunity to thank all those people who came down to the funeral. thanks for everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;personally, i feel funerals are like " black markets" simply because. it is easy to earn a dead man's money. grief would only be on the person's mind. thus, anyone would be easily able to earn a hefty sum of money from the dead person's family. well, this is a damn cheap way of earing money. but what to do, this is life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its a sad sad thing. because. i did not even shed a tear during the entire 3 days 2 nights of the funeral. well, except for those tears that came out of my eyes when i yawned. i feel odd. because. look, my friends who are not related to my family at all,  cried. and thats proves something. i am a good for nothing son. its really sad. im sure my dad muz be utterly disappointed in me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My studies - i noe 100% that it is impossible to catch up. simply because, i know my limits. i haf been quite accurate in my predictions thus far. be it studies or other stuff. its a sad thing. i know what i am capable of. but i simply dont have that drive anymore. im looking for answers. i have far too much questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personal:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have far too much obbessions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st: hair/ wax.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am crazy over hair. and i juz simply enjoy styling my hair. i feel at ease whenever i do so. i feel that i have no stress whatsoever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd: handphones&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;every saturday. i would only read the papers for handphone stuff. i feel happy whenever i see the handphones. i juz feel as if im in heaven. same way i feel whenever i walk past handphone shops. omg! the feeling is indescribable. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, i can practically name every handphone model, the dimensions, colour, games etc etc..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personal thoughts:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, im pissed now. i shall bitch about school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mrs oei : she is giving away a chess set, glass one summore. for every person who comes for the dinner. well, where did she get the money from? obviously from the collection of money from the people who did not bring their thermometers last time. well. if ppl were to noe abt. im sure she will be sued. yea. she a bitch. waste money only!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. she put 4 flag poles. whatever for? hang dead bodies ah? ok la.. no la. juz to pose nia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay.. everytime when i wish for a better dae. the dae turns out to be worst! especially the dae b4 pe. well, tml got pe... see mr tham. frankly i dun like him. hes too fishy. look at him. the first thing thats comes to mind  whenever i see him. is fuck. what the fuck is that thing. he soo tall. and fucking fugly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even though ppl sae love ur enemies. dun be so dumb. let them kill u for wad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girls:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they are simply soo hard to please. i dunno . er majority.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u never know when they are speaking the truth or being sarcastic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you are ever in a relationship. u muz ask me stuff. i can tell if ur girl is two timing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;terence leong: his english is totally broken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-gayish ( sissified )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-poor dress code.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-no hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-strong/ go gym lift weights = small dick&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;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6666643-109154483942350628?l=hornyver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666643/posts/default/109154483942350628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666643/posts/default/109154483942350628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hornyver.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109154483942350628' title=''/><author><name>hornyver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07967345617595944360</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666643.post-108835348708891990</id><published>2004-06-27T09:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-27T09:24:47.086-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>haha.. i haf decided to blog todae. well. it kinda sucks ya noe. one entire month wasted. haiZ.. damn damn damn damn sad. i could haf like read bonesetter and stuff, read phy txtbk. but aniways, time cannot be turned back. lololo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm.i realised tt solastri din gif ani english work. tts rather freaky. mabbe haf la. mabbe i forgot. shit man. its freakn scary. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haiZ. din buy ani ear sticks todae. gonna die. tml muz put plaster on the ear there. haiz.. damn scary. i dun wanna kena caught. haiZ.. living a fugitive life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, todae is the end of the holidaes. kinda sucks. haiz.. i miss my waking up at noon time habit. haiZ.. life's gonna change now. aniways.. din realli exercise over the hols. but i put on 1 kg. lolol shame on me. haiZ.. damn depress. got some one keep me white. lololol. u noe hu u are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yar. todae i went to ginza to cut my hair. haiZ.. i ask the aunite to thin and layer. then she go cut until i now dun haf a fringe. haiZ.. damn sad.. haiZ.. my beautiful hair.. gone gone gone gone. SobZ.. lololol... haiZ.. then now. when i style, quite ok la. but now used to it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dun intend to slp tonite. haha.. mabbe watch soccer tonite? lololol. alot of tchs will be gunning for my neck tml. haha. din realli do their work. haiZ.. regret. damn sad damn sad. wha lao eh. i let down my parents. tsk tsk. how am i gonna ans to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lololol. i am an ass. haiZ.. i dun blog much. and i laze alot. im a ji sheng chong. haiZ.. my blog dies veri fast. haha.. wad to do. haiz.. i hope there will be a new change in time table. i hope they send mr tham away to some sch in which he will be beaten up and nv be seen agn. i hate him. tml got 2.4. i confirm muz run one. nvm nvm . im gonna walk. when i see mr thm , then i run. damn i wanna kill him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok ok .. for todae's highlight. i got conned by a drink stall vendor. i ordered pineapple juice. and i gaf him 2 bucks. then he gaf me the drink. then he said. pay up. knn. i juz gaf him the two bucks. and he ask me to pay agn. and he and his chee bye wife like trying to extort money frm me. wtf? man. then i call my mom to go to the stall. she sae is my fault. cos i gif him the money 1st. but tt chee bye wife keep saying tt i din pay. fuck her man. i hope her store gets burnt down. hmmm.. the husband also quite useless one. he damn scared of his wife. the wife tok. he keep sayiing ya lor ya lor. ya his way ya long la. go fuck a pro rather than his wife. knn.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahha.. tts all for todae. hope tml will be a better dae&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6666643-108835348708891990?l=hornyver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666643/posts/default/108835348708891990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666643/posts/default/108835348708891990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hornyver.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108835348708891990' title=''/><author><name>hornyver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07967345617595944360</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666643.post-108775230362622844</id><published>2004-06-20T10:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-20T11:15:10.663-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>heyhey my dear blog fans! if there are ani.i haf heard comments abt me being a lazt pig. well,tts ur prob.lololololol..im in a gd mood todae..thus i shall blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;todae. woke up at 10.30am. had cell grp. was late by 30 mins. mom drove me and my sis there. whoah, rare sight! ololol. hmmmm, mom made brownies early in the morning. purpose, refreshments for cell group. lollo. not tt up to standard. sad case. but one member was damn harcore lor. he use the spoon to scrape out the leftover scrimps of brownies tt was stuck to the non stick pan. lololol. wtf??!?!. well, tt guy got 8 points for L1 R5. lololo.do i care? no....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmmm.. came back. then washed my hair. changed hairstyle for my long awaited shopping to orchard. hmmmm. i added some gold colour to it. quite impressed wid da effect.well, this time, i din nid to bring s eleven. lolloo.. mom paid for everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st stop. park car la. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd stop. went to ck tang thru underpass. lololol. a lakerol sales promoter was giving sweets like no one's business. lololo.. cunning cunning. she wanna go home early. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm.. there was this guy posing as a statule. damn cunning. when ppl gif him money, then he move. my bro said he look like keanu reeves. lolololo. then later. got ppl basking for money. haiZ. poorthing man. but wad to do. lolol. i will study hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when reached ck tang. i had 2 california rolls and one sushi and one sugarcane juice and well.. pretty much tts all. the california roll or shld i sae sushi shop owner was a girl frm mainland! lolol. she shld be selling dim sum or sth lor. lololo. traitor!!!!! well. the rolls she made not tt bad la. quite nice. * yum*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after tt, went back to isetan. my mom started askin me to look for wad i wanted. my bro got himself a lil gundam seed model kit. which i think shld be fixed by now. my bro and sis were like shouting adidas and other brand whenever they saw it. damn pai seh. dui lian man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, i din get anithing for myself at isetan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4th stop: wistma atria. the fun started there. hmmm. 1st stop there, Op. ahhh.. shit man. i got myself a black sling bag. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://volcano.photobucket.com/albums/v11/cloudgerl/Picture.jpg&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quite ugly rite? lollolo. then i wanted to get a waist pouch. but end up din get. cos the design damn shitty. well. but i still wan! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after tt, went to samuel and kevin. oooh the pants damn nice! so were the shirts. hmmmm. spent 100 bucks there. got 2 shirts, 2 pants and a belt. haiZ!!! i saw a nice waist pouch. but end up din get. haiZ.. sad case. i wanna cry!!!! ass ass ass fuck fuck fuck! fuck it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after tt, my mom went into this shop called B*dazzle.. i thought she wanted to buy earings and stuff. but shockingly, she asked me if i wanna get my ears pierced. omg omg omg. shocking. how mani parents wud actually allow their children to do tt. but for my case, my mom actually asked me to pierce. she was like" u wanna pierce anot" then i was like " dun wan la. pain" then the sales lady was like " oh no la.. not pain not at all" i was like " wtf?!?! " then my mom said " u sure u dun wan ah?" in a cunning voice. eventually, i agreed. omg omg omg! i got white gold in my ears! but u bring to pawn shop. ull get nth. llolloo. sad case man. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://volcano.photobucket.com/albums/v11/cloudgerl/olivers_ear.jpg&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after tt, got home. started playing wid my digi cam. took some shots. lololo. dunno wad to blog liaoz la. tts all man. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://volcano.photobucket.com/albums/v11/cloudgerl/Picture_049.jpg&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice shades of gold. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://volcano.photobucket.com/albums/v11/cloudgerl/oliver_nude.jpg&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nude! loloolol. omg. so white.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://volcano.photobucket.com/albums/v11/cloudgerl/Picture_011.jpg&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugly face. nice hair. lolol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6666643-108775230362622844?l=hornyver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666643/posts/default/108775230362622844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666643/posts/default/108775230362622844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hornyver.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108775230362622844' title=''/><author><name>hornyver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07967345617595944360</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666643.post-108555786202954753</id><published>2004-05-26T00:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-26T00:51:02.030-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>lollool.. sorrie for this belated blog ppl.. hmmm.. 1st thing! most important! thx for all the prezzies!!!! 1st, i muz realli thx victoria for tt wonderful present she gaf.. a god damn fucking nice box wid stars on it and lotsa SWEETS!!! and CHOCOS! and MARSHMELLOWS and LOLLIS and YUPI CANDY!!! lololool.. summore inside got a heart and damn damn damn cute dog! wha! this is the bestest present i haf ever recieved in the past 6 yrs.. lololo.. looks like i dun nid buy sweets animore.. hmmmm.. then my gay partner gaf me lotsa tasty chocos! lololo.. almost half was taken my my class ppl.. haiZ.. i go soo little.. haiZ.. sad sad sad sad!!! wha lao.. i wan more eh!!! lololol.. hmmmm.. then Yun Li and Shi Yong gaf me a condom! loloololo.. shi yong steal frm her father one.. haiZ.. damn jian.. then still ask mi save till my 21st birthdae..ollolololoo... hmmmmm.. u think i wil keep till soo long?? lololo.. then nelly and sulaiha gaf me some nice nice perfume frm united colours of benetton.. thx u guys! lolool.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okies.. now come to exams.. lolololo.. hmmmm ... i can sae i made quite a big improvement! llololloo.. frm fail 5 subjects, become fail 3.. olloolo.. hapi hapi me.. well, i din even study for chinese at all.. and i actually passed! lollololool.. 54 marks upon 100.. hahhaa.. got mani ppl dun believe tt i pass.. haiZ.. look down on me.hmmmm.. english, as usual, i will pass one.. lololo.. the compo i acutally passed.. haiZ.. if i chose another title then.. i wud haf fucking got higher! argh!!!.. hmmmm.. maths, as expected.. sure fail one.. olllolololo.. e maths paper 1, 5/80 .. paper 2, 20/100.. lololloo.. then add maths.. fuck man! i thought get zero!!! end up get one mark!! fuck fuck fuck.. i wan zero!!! haiZ.actually got 3 ppl pass. end up become more.. dunno how they claimed marks.. lollolool. hasannah tired to seduce wong kin wah to get more marks.. of cos she failed la.ololloollo...hmmmm.. social studies fucking failed.. damn i wrote fucking alot.. haiZ.. wasted man.. soo damn sucks.. haiZ.. 10/25.. hmmm.. the compo, dun nid sae, i sure fail one.. haiZ.. hmmm.. history.. i passed!!!! 21/40.. lololo.. but im gonna fail my humans.. haiZ.. i dun do daily work.. hmmm.. nxt term.. im gonna study man.. lololololo... haiZ.. both my sciences failed.. haiZ.. i dun wanna tok abt them.. damn cock man.. haiZ.. haiZ.. dun ever sae the paper is easy.. will fail one.. hahaha.. a class curse.. hmmmm.. wad else ah?? oh yar!! my literature!! loollo.. i passed!! 32/50 for each paper!! ahaaha.. soo damn happi.. haiZ.. but i cannot be too cocky.. later will end up failing.. haiZ.. scary scary.. welll.. tts all man..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6666643-108555786202954753?l=hornyver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666643/posts/default/108555786202954753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666643/posts/default/108555786202954753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hornyver.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108555786202954753' title=''/><author><name>hornyver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07967345617595944360</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666643.post-108532816212034036</id><published>2004-05-23T08:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-23T09:02:42.150-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey hey.. oliver made an effort to blog!.. come on come one.. gif him an standing ovation! hmmmm the young master took the time to press things on his key board to share wad happened todae wid da world.. but come on la.. hu gifs a fuck? lolloo.. well.. tml hafta hand in one journal, and i dun noe wad the fuck the topic is.. hus gifs a shit.. lolloo.. singapore idol 2.. beware.. gerladine might join.. haiz.. national disgrace.. lolollo.. hmmmm.. i haven been updating the handbk.. tml sure tio gan frm solastri.. haiZ.. f off la.. oh ya.. PE tml.. im hate mr tham.. whenever i see him hear his name. or sae his name out.. i will start to boil... hes a pest.. god damned sucka.. born to be a fucka.. darn him.. if he make me run 2.4 tml.. i will rebel.. hmp!.. i will write to mrs karen oei boon wan nee tsu.. f f f f f.. hmmmmmm.. maths file tml muz hand in.. no prob man.. i got every single paper.. then social studies.. tooo. lollolo... got the papers.. but nv do.. hmmmm.. yun li wanna noe hu i like.. welll.. dream on! .llollolol.. hmmmm i will tell u la.. relax girl.. hahaaha.. im 15 so wad? haiZ.. hafta make i.c sucks man.. well.. tts all.. gd nite&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6666643-108532816212034036?l=hornyver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666643/posts/default/108532816212034036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666643/posts/default/108532816212034036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hornyver.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108532816212034036' title=''/><author><name>hornyver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07967345617595944360</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666643.post-108522417537645643</id><published>2004-05-22T04:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-23T07:28:46.143-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>lollolo.. din blog for long time.. y? cos got exams.. duh!.. lolollo.. mmm.. yesterdae was my birthdae!.. happy birthday to me.. happi birthdae to me.. happy birthdae to oliver.. happi birthdae to me.. lololololoolol..hmmm.. im 15 now.. haiZ.. not much diff.. muz make ic soon.. wha kao eh.. i muz look damn gd in the pic.. otherwise will cry man.. lololloloo.. hmmm.. yunli's display pic is fucking big!.. lololo.. nice man.. damn pro eh.. can put those porn pics.. loloololo.. hmmm i dun see it animore.. i make it ! :p.. lolol.. im juz toking cock.. well.. going to west mall soon.. tts all.. tata&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6666643-108522417537645643?l=hornyver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666643/posts/default/108522417537645643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666643/posts/default/108522417537645643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hornyver.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108522417537645643' title=''/><author><name>hornyver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07967345617595944360</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666643.post-108469157719420030</id><published>2004-05-16T00:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-16T00:12:57.193-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>fuck man.. my internet connection is realli crappy this week.. then msn cannot sign in .. cocked.. well.. 5 more daes to my birthday.. shit man.. tt dae.. my parents go book me fully.. haiZ.. wtf lor.. seriously seriously pissed.. hmmmm.. the exams, quite ok la.. social studies gone case liaoz.. well, im quite satisfied wid mi lit.. hmmm.. i told my mom there was not enuff time.. then she said i shld haf told the tch i was ADHD, then can haf extra time.. lolololo.. i dun wanna be soo jian.. haha.. im not single animore.. hmmmm.. intend to change hp cover.. the cracks are realli irritating.. lolollo.. wad else to write?? oh yar... tml can go sch later.. abt 10 plus... cos i dun haf bio.. hmmm.. actually, tml i go and dun go no diff.. cos tml is maths.. im gonna fail all 3 papers.. woohoo!.. lololol... haiZ. finally found a way to style my hair.. i wanna sae THANK YOU to KELVIN LOH CHEE SING for ur help in teaching me to style my hair.. thx man.. u rock! oh my.. my bros and sis playing digimon.. shame on them.. well, tts all&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6666643-108469157719420030?l=hornyver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666643/posts/default/108469157719420030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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tammy and shi yong.. haiz.. hes in deep trouble... poor boy.. haiZ..no more fone to sms.. hmmm.. i think im gonna fail lit.. er.. after sch, when detaining, mi ivan and wei jie and kian kai played catching.. ololllo.. 1st round kian kai and wei jie catcher. then they caught mi and ivan. hmmm.. 2nd round, they lost, cos play cheat.. hmmmm... after tt.. i gathered more ppl to play.. end up got 11 ppl ..lololo.. 1st round mi, yu ki and sze jin were catcher.. haha.. i din catch anione.. but ran alot la.. 2nd rd.. gary, lip tiong and nigel were catchers.. haiZ.. i was camping in the amphi.. then gary came in.. then i die.. he chased mi frm the amhpi to the general office.. haiZ.. quite a long dist.. lolollo.. haiZ.. i 1st one knock out.. shit man..well, it was fun la overall. after tt went home.. hmmm. din study.. dinner was great.. had spaghetti and white cream and mussles.. yum yum!!!.. haha.. i cannot stop eating.. but i had my limits.. lololol.. hmmm.. after tt, i went to dl the video on the guy being beheaded by the terrorists.. haiZ.. i almost cried!.. oh my.. sad case in human history.. the terrorists damn cruel.. i hope they will learn tt they are wrong.. tts all for today&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6666643-108436298847974169?l=hornyver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666643/posts/default/108436298847974169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666643/posts/default/108436298847974169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hornyver.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108436298847974169' title=''/><author><name>hornyver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07967345617595944360</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666643.post-108426385254819011</id><published>2004-05-11T01:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-11T01:24:51.476-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>whoah.. todae was full of mixed events..hmmm..lessons were so so.. lololo.. hmmm.. my class havent got back the chi exams papers..lololo..soo anxious. even though i noe i sure fail. haiZ..i smsed yun li durin maths lesson.. haiz.. end up her hp kena confiscated by chan kee chong.. wha lao! sorrie yun li!.. i noe ur damn angry wid mi.. haiZ..then during nxt maths period.. got tests. i slpt thru out.. loloolo..  i din even noe the paper was infront of mi.. haiZ.. i sweated.. by din smell..lolooo.. haiz.. zero for both tests man.. sad case..haiz.. then nxt period was chem.. i felt it was useless and borin.. haiZ.. i cant drop ani subjects man.. tt sucks big time.. hmmm.. form tch period was kinda borin.. after tt stayed in sch to haf lunch.. stoned there a long time.. actually wanted to go to jurong wid vic.. but she left already.. haiZ.. then stayed in canteen.. leonora came over.. whoah.. got to noe her more.. hmmm.. quite a nice person.. haiZ.. charmaine saw mi.. she thought i was flirting.. wha lao eh.. i cannot interact wid other girls mehz?haiZ.. i feel mixed.. hmmm.. tts all for todae..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6666643-108426385254819011?l=hornyver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666643/posts/default/108426385254819011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666643/posts/default/108426385254819011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hornyver.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108426385254819011' title=''/><author><name>hornyver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07967345617595944360</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666643.post-108418315157690539</id><published>2004-05-10T02:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-10T02:59:11.576-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>lolollo.. todae is the beginning of the new week. im gonna start blogging frm todae onwards. hmmm.. intend to change blogskin 1st.. hmmm.. change to sth tt is messy.. olollol.. hmmm.. well.. last week. downloaded the oc soundtrack.. damn nice.. slow rock.. lolol.. hmmmm.. went to cut hair.. quite a fair bit of ppl sae nice.. haha.. i feel glad.. the exams were pretty easy.. haiZ.. for my eng compo.. although solastri hasn't marked mine.. she said doing tt qns qould be sth like sucide.. haiZ.. im gone man.. fuck fuck fuck.. er.. i wrote yus a testi.. well, he rejected it.. todae in class, solastri scolded mani ppl. berwin for the 2nd week kena.. haiZ.. his dad was brought into the pic.. tt poor lil boy. hmmm.. yi ting cried.. haiZ.. over a bug tooth.. lloloolo.. er.. maths got test.. im gonna fail it.. i draw graph then slp.. lololol.. haiZ.. had to stay back to do lit.. i finished the compo in 10 mins.. i feel great.. llololo.. haha.. later cell members coming.. muz clean rm.. olollo.. er.. muz continue swimming everyday.. i wanna achieve my goal.. olollolo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6666643-108418315157690539?l=hornyver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666643/posts/default/108418315157690539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666643/posts/default/108418315157690539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hornyver.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108418315157690539' title=''/><author><name>hornyver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07967345617595944360</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666643.post-108359013445944485</id><published>2004-05-03T06:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-03T06:19:49.030-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hmmm.. i din blog fer a long time.. lolollo.. well.. im gonna write a long long one.. well, last weeks recap. its fucking shitty. i think on wednesday, after recess in the hall, solastri caught mi passing food to chee yong.. wtf!.. then i was called by lim kian guan to go up stage.. haiZ.. then fuck!.. 1st thing, my shoelaced uniform wasnt tied properly!.. then solastri untie it.. then pull out the shoelace!.. fuck fuck fuck.. i thought she was gonna confiscate it or sth.. lucky nv.. then she hang around my neck.. haiZ.. proceeding tt, lim kian guan ask mi raise my hands.. then rite, he and solastri lift up my shirt till can see my body!.. haiz.. sooo damn paiseh.. then i keep putting them down.. then he sae if i put down, muz do push up position.. haiz.. so i raised my hands of cos.. then nxt, he took my hairband!.. then he said" onli two kinds of ppl wear hairband, one is hair long, one is factured wrist".. wha lao eh.. then he ask mi which one i was.. then because i dun wanna cut hair.. i sae i factured wrist.. lololo.. haiZ.. everyone was laughing.. i felt like crap..later lim kian guan ask mi to see him after sch. hmmm.. after tt, went back to seat, then watch sum stupid video.. then after some crappy lessons, it was tham to go home! .. yeppie! oh yar. i had to see lim kian guan. then he asked mi to cut my hair.. haiz.. i said i wud. but until now still havent cut. im living in fear everyday.. then he said he will onli gif mi back my hairband when i cut my hair.. hmmm..then he sae if he catch mi not tucking in my shirt nxt tham, he will gif severe punishment.haiz.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok.. nxt dae, i was busy making jokes in class. i started askin soon chang pervert qns. lololo.. he gaf damn farnie ans. everyone around us couldnt stop laughing. hmmm. 1st, i asked him. if a girl put her bare breast in front of u,wad u do? he sae" like tt lor" lolololololo... then i asked if a girl take ur hand and put into her vagina, wad u do? lolollollolo.. his ans damn funnie. he said" take out la" llololloolollo... still got mani more la.. but not tt funnie.. then got one last qns during social studies. i asked him. if a girl take her underwear and throw at u, wad u do? he said" take my underwear throw back la!" llolloloollolololololol... hahahahhaa.. everyone was busy laughin.. haiZ.. then tt valerie ng came. then she bias, ask mi go out.. then i went out.. ended up slping.. lolollo.. haiZ.. then liddat &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm.. fridae. lucky din haf test. solastri postoned it to nxt mon.. haiZ.. it was a slow dae. i had golf in the afternoon. then din realli play well. darren foo was pissing mi off.. haiZ.. tt fucker.. hmmm.. sucks man.. i wanna play better. so if i were to quit sch, at least can play golf.. haiZ.. i still need my freakn handicap. haiZ.. tts was for friday. i din tihnk ani interesting thing happened. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm.. on sat, it was my grandma's birthday.. haiZ.. i woke up at 1 plus.. damn sian.. my family was the lastest.. haiZ.. the food sucked. then soo fattenting.. haiZ.. the desserts were gd la.. haha.. got jelly, cheesecakes and lots more.. it was fucking boring down there. lucky got vic to sms..haiZ.. my cousins were damn cute.. but some pissed mi off.. lololo.. one of my cousin damn act.. she think she king la..then my younger cousin showed off her violin skills.. haiZ.. my mom was comparing mi to her.. then sae i useless. good for nothing.. haiZ.. sad case man.. then after cutting the cake and chatting awhile, went home. then later in the car, i made sum unpleasnt comments abt my cousins. i was serverly kena fucked.. haiZ.. shit shit!.hmmm tts all for sat &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on sun, supposed to go church. but i overslept. haiZ.. when i woke up at 4 plus, there was still no one at home.. haiZ.. it was damn borin man..haiZ.. then i din get to eat lunch.. haiZ.. when they came back. i juiz had red bean bun, curry wif noodles and jelly.. yuck!.. lololol.. its disgusting... haiZ.. then slacked alot.. did some english and maths.. yep.. tts all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well.. for todae. it sucks big time. er.. for PE. i zhao 2.4 .. i hate mr tham.. he shld get runned down by a car. and his carcass be devored by those pidgeons. wooot!.. i love tt man.. haiZ.. then ooooh.. ronnie teo din come.. yeay! then had time to study for english!.. woot!.. confident of passing test!.. haiz.. but this fri got exams.. fucking shit.. hmm during solastri period, mani things happen. the 4 gd girls, elizabeth, wrisney, li zhen and fee.. llololo.. they left class widout locking the door!.. loloolol.. 1st time kena scolded.. hmm.. then bad stuff happen to chee and tan.. lololo.. gd luck to them man.. hmmmm.. well.. muz start keeping journal.. solastri's order.. well, cant defy. tts all fer todae.. hope it will be a better night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6666643-108359013445944485?l=hornyver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666643/posts/default/108359013445944485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666643/posts/default/108359013445944485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hornyver.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108359013445944485' title=''/><author><name>hornyver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07967345617595944360</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666643.post-108291094215564363</id><published>2004-04-26T00:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-26T02:40:42.746-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oliver got back frm camp yesterdae. din blog cos veri lazy. aniways, camp turned out to be quite fun. although din realli get to do all activities, oliver had a gd time. oliver missed her alot too! well, the bunk looked lously, but actually veri cold in the morning, better than air con. my legs were shivering. but oliver felt gd. oliver slept nxt to kian kai and glenn. haiZ.. slping nxt to glenn was horrible. his body would turn towards mi. oliver felt veri uncomfortable. well, in the grp, gary soh,terence and zi hao miraculously were in the same grp as me, including other ppl. oliver veri felt happi!! somemore, oliver's grp turned out to be the winning grp!, there was 2 bottles of coke and 30 packets of super rings! yum yum!.. er.. the activites, i did rock climbing, karen wong called oliver spider man!.. lololol.. i was damn fast i guess :P.. then there was this telematch, the grp had to do sth to get the lipstick print frm karen wong.. hahhaa.. i kissed gary soh on the cheeks!.. haha.. mabbe they will show it in sch. haiz.. ill be named as a gay. shame shame!.. hmmm.. the helmets smelt like crap!.. fuck fuck fuck.. smell liaoz will die man.. there was rafting. but i din partcipate. cos i dun wanna get my shoes dirty. hahaha.. those foolish ppl, hu sacrificed their shoes, onli got to raft less than 10 mins due to lightning!.. lololooll.. dumb man.. then also got this thinking acitivity, hafta get the rope, and swing across to the other side, and also bring a pail of water. gary soh lend his shirt..so tt can make this long long "rope" to get the rope to our side.. lolol.. he got a nice body&lt;br /&gt;.. hmmm.. then also got this bring ppl across the tyre wifout touching it and stuff .. haiZ.. there was mud everywhere.. shit man.. yuck yuck.. then last acitivity, was this spider web thingy. my grp was the onli grp to bring every member across!!.. wooot!!.. set record. haiz. i wanted to do zip line. but din get a chance. welll.. now on the food issue. 1st dae for lunch, has this fired rice wid chicken.. yucks man.. tasted horrible. but i had 2 servings. then for dinner, i cannot remeber..but &lt;br /&gt;the rice was horrible, all stick together one.. hahaha.. at dinner, had rice, and fish.. haiZ.. then after dinner, there was confidence walk. but the place was sealed up, and end up mr tham shares ghost stories. he mentioned tt he was possessed b4!! lololollolo.. poor him.. nowonder he abit sock sock..haiZ.. then i heard many dogs barking.. wha lao eh.. damn freaky.. haiZ.. after some scolding abt turning on the torch, everyone went back to the hall.. haiZ.. then later scold a while more.. went for suppper...haiZ.. at supper, has bread and milo.. lolololol.. the milo was like water man.. hmmm.. then when go back to the bunk, soon chang's underwear was in the tree!!.. .ollololoool.. everyone came and see.. hahaha.. but he got it back in the end. at night, no one could realli slp. mani ppl were toking and stuff.. then on the second day, becos of those ppl waking up early and make noise, everyone has to assemble in hall at 6, instead of 7.. wha lao eh.. then had to do PT. haiz.. run damn long. me and zi hao were racing. haha.. but i won.. but he had more stamina.. shit shit shit.. then when finish the run, had to do squats and pushups.. wha lao eh.. those ppl tt nv do.. then all back to zero.. haiZ.. by the end of the day, my tighs were killing me.. damn pain !!... well, wad else can i write..then had breakfast, there was nasi lemak!.. it was good, except fot the chilli.. soo damn sour.. yuck yuck.. i had two servings of tt.. then also got milo. i tasted better. more concentrated..oh yar.. i nv mentioned abt brushing teeth yet. hahaha.... we brush in our bunk , then juz spit everything outside the window!.. olollolo.. there were puddles of "sperms" everywhere.. lolloloo.. hong jun felt damn disgusted. hmmmm.. then at lunch, had rice, and this nice nice nice chicken!!.. haiZ.. i wanted to haf 2 pieces. but there was not enuff man.. atfer dinner, i went to shit.. lolollo.. on my way to the toilet, i sae mio hien coming out of his cubicle!!.. lololol.. there was shit on the toilet seats!!.. hahahahahaa.. smelly man.. then also, jovi shit in his underwear, hahahhaahhaa.. he threw his underwear into the basin.. haiZ.. sick sick..after tt, went back to bunk, slacked till dinner due to rain.. everyone was hoping tt there wud be no campfire.. hahaha.. at dinner, had rice, delicious potatoes! and fish!.. haiZ.. i had 4 potatoes.. damn fucking yummy!!!.. then after dinner, had the camp fire.. haiZ.. had to do an item.. but it was a gd experience.. hahaha.. my grp was the most enthu.. tts y won.. oh yar.. one more thing... our cheer was" we are the mighty nine, we are the super nine, never the losers, always the winners, we are the super nine, yeah!" lololllo.. use the popeye tune to cheer.. haiZ.. after the camp fire, had supper, they served curry puff and milo.. lolololol.. i took 2 puffs!!.. then after tt bring the milo to the bunk .. hahaha.. mr lim say lights out at 11.. wooot!.. it wasnt even 10 then.. haha.. i went to walk around. shawn, brandon , andy, wing sing, were in bunk 11, holding a sparing competition!.. whoah!.. it was great man.. hahah.. i learnt one thing.. size doesnt matter.. haha.. then after tt, went to bath, then come back bunk and slack until it was bed time....at bed time, me and kian kai played cards abit... then go slp.. haiz.. nxt dae, time to go home. everyone packed up and left the bunk!.. haiZ.. im gonna miss tt place. then after assembling in the hall,  everyone prepared for cleaning up.. hahhaa.. my class damn lucky, onli kena tchs toilet!!.. lolollo.. it was damn clean. but i was making rumors abt semen on the floor! lolloloolol.. haha.. after tt went to the hall and slack.. haiZ.. 2 hrs plus.. then after tt.. when tchs gaf back everyone stuff, i went around taking sweets frm ppl.. lololo.. christina chan and shanning damn jian. i gif other ppl, they go snatch.. haiZ.. shit man.. aniways, i got my lollis back!.. soo damn happi.. er.. then rite. shawn go steal jovi's twisties!.. lollo.. jovi din noe.. aniways.. the twisties were gobbled down in less than 30 secs.. everyone took abit.. hahaha.. 10 mins later, my class boarded the bus, then on e way home, hong jun and glenn were singing at the back.. everyone was enjoying and stuff,, hahaha.. im getting lazy man.. still got lotsa stuff abt thr camp nv write.. haha.. mabbe tml i go write la.. well.. tts all for todae.. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6666643-108291094215564363?l=hornyver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666643/posts/default/108291094215564363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666643/posts/default/108291094215564363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hornyver.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108291094215564363' title=''/><author><name>hornyver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07967345617595944360</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666643.post-108238770879569778</id><published>2004-04-19T23:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-24T05:31:56.186-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oliver is lazy to blog these daes.. well, i found this veri nice nice sch friend who helped me wif changes to my bolg skin.. thx daphne! oliver is veri happi todae. he has faith in doing his lit test well. same for english as well. mani tchs did not come todae. oliver had a gd time playing and slping in class. stress level has decrased abit. oliver has lost interest in eating. he is simply lazy to chew. infact, oliver has lost interest in doing mani things. but oliver still loves her. oliver has alot of anger in his heart. oliver nids to get it out. oliver muz be cheerful and happi again. oliver feels that reality tv realli sucks. oliver feels chee yong is still kinda childish. aniways, oliver is having flu now. hopes he can pon the camp and pe tml. still kena angry wif tt tham. oliver thinks he has mjor attitude problem. oliver hopes to blog every single dae this week. tts all now&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6666643-108238770879569778?l=hornyver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666643/posts/default/108238770879569778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666643/posts/default/108238770879569778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hornyver.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108238770879569778' title=''/><author><name>hornyver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07967345617595944360</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666643.post-108202994011015928</id><published>2004-04-15T04:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-15T04:56:18.043-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>4 daes nv blog.. oliver is getting lazy.. this is a sucky week.. oliver feels tt mr tham shld be nail to the cross. hes full of bull and action. judged he may be. revenge shall be taken. oliver flunked his maths test. passed chemistry. sch sucks.. mrs oei shld slow down. shes doing things too fast. oliver wants to quit sch. its gonna be a stressful yr. stress i cannot take. will death come into my head? phone bill exceeded fer this month. mom insists tt i pay fer it. money haf not i. saving to buy new fone. N-Gage DQ. feeling extremely horrible. pang sehed her tooo mani times. sinned haf i. will she forgive mi? nxt week is the camp. oliver doesnt wan to go. solastri forcing oliver to go. oliver shall defy. camps are lame. element of danger. high. student might die. scared am i. the days are getting darker and shorter. not much time haf i left. living in fear all day long. trying to avoid trouble. body is too tired. so is the mind. oliver nids a vacation. believe me. joseph is gonna be a failure. time is ticking by the second. too mani changes. soo little time. mrs oei is cheapskate. gif sch badges to students. wtf?. oliver thinks she has no sense of sincerity. who are my friends? my eyes wanna close. not becos tired. mabbe, its time to go? tml will be a stressful day. golf and maths test. how can oliver endure. getting suckier at golf. lost interest haf i? here shall it end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6666643-108202994011015928?l=hornyver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666643/posts/default/108202994011015928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666643/posts/default/108202994011015928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hornyver.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108202994011015928' title=''/><author><name>hornyver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07967345617595944360</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666643.post-108168362895306780</id><published>2004-04-11T19:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-11T04:44:20.763-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>no mood to blog yesterdae.. hmmmm.. nth much happen yesterdae also.. haiZ.. fucking shit.. tml muz go sch.. haiZ.. oliver has lost interest in everything.. he doesnt had wad he wants.. cant find the song he wants to put into his blog.. todae's mood: moody and sad..  went suntec todae.. intended to get sum golf clubs.. but din buy.. cos the coach din realli think they were gd.. i intend to change to a camera fone soon.. but ppl keep askin mi to buy digi cam.. haiZ.. siao rite.. din realli eat well today.. fucking shit.. im geeting freaked out be ghosts, satan, demons.. etc etc.. haiZ.. shivers whenver i hear tt.. i dun wanna go NS!! haiz.. scary scary.. my mom said Navy and air force are for smart ppl.. tts means i wun be able to go in.. then comando.. are for physically fit ppl.. and do u think im fit?? no rite.. so i juz haf ta be a low ranking mediocre person.. haiZ.. sad case.. 2 more weeks and muz go to this fucked up camp near a cemetary.. do u think i wanna go?? no way.. im gonna think of an excuse.. i wanna pon it.. i think im beginning to be childish and stuff.. my life is bad.. i wanna study. but haf no interest.. haiZ.. somebody save mi. i hope tml will end fast.. i wanna haf sum peace.. my mom said i shld be closer to god.. haiz.. i wan to.. but there are things holding me back.. dunno wad to write liaoz.. tts all&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6666643-108168362895306780?l=hornyver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666643/posts/default/108168362895306780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666643/posts/default/108168362895306780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hornyver.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108168362895306780' title=''/><author><name>hornyver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07967345617595944360</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666643.post-108150612754440570</id><published>2004-04-09T03:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-09T03:25:56.796-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>haha.. i intended to blog yesterday. but rite, at abt 8, i lay on my bed and gradually fell asleep. haiZ.. my com was still freakn switched on. haiZ.. shit man.. i intended my mom to scold wong kin wah.. but dunno y.. end up my mom and him became friends. i was like.. WTF?.. shit man.. my mom said mr wong is a nice man i shld change.. wha lao eh.. how can i learn frm a person who i dun feel gd abt.. tts totally wrong!.. haiZ.. fuckin pissed. todae was sports dae.. it was sooo lame.. seeing ppl running, when it has no business of mine.. i dun care tt my hse came in 1st.. cos i had nth to do wif it.. oh yar!.. i tied the yellow ribbens around my shoes. .hahahha.. the cloth was touching the floor.. i was practically disrespecting the hse.. hmmm.. lemme think. before going to the stadium, i went to bowl wif sum of my ex classmates.. haha.. ivan tan was quite gd la.. he got 75. haha, but i got 76.. haiZ..the higest was 77. by ivan setiawan.. haha.. spas man.. ryan bowled like a mad man.. anihow throw. haiZ. my sis got a medal during her sports dae.. wha lao.. i feel like burning it wif lava.. i feel soo damn fucking fat. i wanna tone up my body. but i dun haf tt sort of dicipline. haiz.. tml haf golf.. hope it will be a better day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6666643-108150612754440570?l=hornyver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666643/posts/default/108150612754440570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666643/posts/default/108150612754440570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hornyver.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108150612754440570' title=''/><author><name>hornyver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07967345617595944360</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666643.post-108125681980285231</id><published>2004-04-06T06:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-06T06:10:45.310-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>haha.. soo mani days din blog. Y? cos i dun feel like it.. haha.. but i hope i haf enuff to replenish the daes which i did not write.. haiZ.. 1st thing. my elmo was spoilt. haiZ. dunno by hu.. but nvm la.. vic is gonna gif mi a new one!!! haha.. soo happi!! its been a week. and my report bk not signed yet.. haiZ.. die die man.. by monday muz get it signed. still got some homework left.. Lit and English. haha.. i think i tonite do. then better not slp.. toking abt slp... i haf slept well this week.. my panda eyes seems to be gone.. hahaha..haiz.. damn happi wif golf.. able to whack balls wif 5 wood. abt 160 metres.. haiZ.. but tt was using range balls.. if use real ball .. sure go further. haiZ.. i wanna change fone!!! shld i get sony ericsson z200 or 7650 or n-gage?? i wan either of these!! hahaha of st 55 also can .. siao rite..hmmmm.. lemme think wad to write.. okies.. i noe wad.. javelin event, i din qualify. cos i suck! haiZ.. sad case.. everyone frm track.. then all got skill. hmm.. i think i haf fallen in love wid someone.. but i shant sae hu.. haiZ.. got this girl in sch.. everymorn keep staring at mi.. wha lao eh.. damn freaky.. if u wanna noe more.. tok to mi la.. haiZ.. nxt week sports dae. then after tt got stupid NAFA i think.. haiZ.. i sure fail 2.4 one.. i suck at running man.haiZ.. tt all for todae.. haf a gd tham&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6666643-108125681980285231?l=hornyver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666643/posts/default/108125681980285231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666643/posts/default/108125681980285231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hornyver.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108125681980285231' title=''/><author><name>hornyver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07967345617595944360</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666643.post-108064962797350449</id><published>2004-03-30T19:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-30T04:30:43.496-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wha.. yesterday din blog. cos extremely tired after golf. when i came back, i took a shower and immediately went to slp. haiZ.. then end up todae din bring thermometer.. freak!.. wha.. todae din see solastri at all.. lucky man.. my report bk haven sign yet.. haf to get it signed somehow. haiZ.. ng beng kiong siao liaoz.. todae like kena possessed. in class stare at ppl and gif attitude.. haha i think he broke up wif portia tan.. possible rite? wha.. when i met patricia, she said i looked nice or gd. haha, cant remember. but most importantly, she said my hair nice~~!!! wha.. soo honoured. she took pic of mi. has yet to send mi..but im still waiting. i played at 7-11.. hahaahha i wear my pants like william hung. then the auntie was laughing. then later she sae my hair nice!!! .. soo happi!!.. haiZ.. i brought elmo to sch. but din come home wif it!! haiZ.. CHARMAINE TOOK IT AND RAN UP HER CAR!!.. she said she wud return it tml..haiZ..i miss it soo much!!!!.. oooh patricia juz sent my pic over.. haiZ.. i look like pai kia in it.. haiz.. the chin there soo long.. freak man. oh yar.. marlene lost her wallet todae.. haiZ.. her precious stuff were gone.. still nid to read 20plus pages of " a view frm a bridge".. well tts all. hope to get elmo back tml&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6666643-108064962797350449?l=hornyver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666643/posts/default/108064962797350449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666643/posts/default/108064962797350449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hornyver.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108064962797350449' title=''/><author><name>hornyver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07967345617595944360</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666643.post-108046648081953940</id><published>2004-03-28T17:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-28T03:14:05.090-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>haiZ..having lotsa problems wif blog.. i suck at it..din blog yester cos nth nice to write.. and was kinda lazy :p.. wha.. todae damn farking happi!! my dad gave mi a tag heuer watch!!!.. whahahaha.. over the moon now.. juz now when making lunch, i burnt my index finger.. now soo pain!~Ouch! . still trying to edit my blog and stuff.. and fining a suitable slow song for it. i wan sth like pat's one!! her blog sooo nice ! haiZ.. unlike mine.. soo dead..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6666643-108046648081953940?l=hornyver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666643/posts/default/108046648081953940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666643/posts/default/108046648081953940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hornyver.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108046648081953940' title=''/><author><name>hornyver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07967345617595944360</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666643.post-108040475586181118</id><published>2004-03-27T08:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-27T08:29:27.530-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oooh.. todae was a gd dae.. haha.. 1st, solastri din come sch.. then we were playing for 20 mins until the stupid relief tch came in.. then got test eh.. hahaha.. she soo dumb gif out wrong paper.. then summore speak like a guy.. haiZ.. poor her.. hmmm.. gayed wif shawn a while... quite a nice fella.. er..then during the chinese test.. there were 25 qns all MCq.. then i use dice to choose my answers.. lolololoo.. hmm.. wei jie made 3 of my poker cards gone.. haiZ.. i muz go buy a new deck. after sch.. went out wif vic, zi hao, jervenne and davin to plaza singapura.. omg! davin ears sooo cute.. then he soo fun to di xiao..hmmm.. went to spotlight 1st.. to find sum styrofoam balls.. haha we played there abit.. then after tt, went to BK for tea? haha. then later we down there shot ice at each other!haha soo fun man..vic shot ice into zi hao's nose!!! hahaha then he drool saliva for soo long.. all drop on the floor.. later rite..when take bus go home.. mi and vic wanted to take 143.. but the zi hao dun wan.. then later halfway,  i see wrongly then drop wong bustop.. haiZ.. sooo paiseh man.. when reached clementi liaoz.. started to rain like siao.. mi and zi hao bought jap balls.. haiZ.. he sae damn bo hua.. werid werid.. hmmm.. revceived one damn long testi frm marlene.. hahahaha.. soo happi. haiZ.. got strangers add mi sia.. i damn scared..tts all for todae la.. haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6666643-108040475586181118?l=hornyver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666643/posts/default/108040475586181118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666643/posts/default/108040475586181118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hornyver.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108040475586181118' title=''/><author><name>hornyver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07967345617595944360</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666643.post-108021395320123376</id><published>2004-03-25T23:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-25T07:41:00.013-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wha lao eh.. todae damn fucking sway.. solastri took my precious stuff!!! fark man.. haiZ.. my padlock gone, mirror gone.. haiZ.. most importantly.. my hairband gone!!!!!.. wha lao eh.. sobz. turban eh.. but lucky la.. my handphone almost gone sia.. wha lao eh.. in lesson.. i onli look into mirror and adjust my hair abit.. she walk to mi, took my mirror and then took the hairband of my neck!!.. then rite.. later she asked.. wad do u all a person tt can use left and right hand. haiZ.. she said if i noe, she will gif mi back one of my items.. haiz.. the answer was amidexterous i think.. i dunno how to spell. but i noe how to pronounce.. wha lao eh.. i said out.. then she pretend nv hear.. then nv gif mi back anithing.. shit shit shit!!!.. toking abt shit.. my hair todae kinda like shit.. haiZ.. i forgot how to style!! sad case.. haiZ.. todae also dropped hp onto floor.. shit man.. got a dent.. i muz go buy a new cover soon. Er.. during history lesson, i ate twisties..haha the zamree din see at all.. loser man..hmmmm.. oh yar.. played cards during lesson.. i learnt quite a few tricks.. so happi!! hehe.. can go show off liaoz.. JOKE OF THE DAY: Created by me of cos.. " Setiawan breath stinks, but the money doesnt stink!" haha.. dunno if funnie anot.. but mani ppl laughed during recess.. haiZ.. supposed to gif marlene chocolate todae. but end up din get fer her.. cos my mom sent mi to sch.. haiZ.. still veri depressed over my hair.. i dunno how to style myself.. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6666643-108021395320123376?l=hornyver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666643/posts/default/108021395320123376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666643/posts/default/108021395320123376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hornyver.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108021395320123376' title=''/><author><name>hornyver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07967345617595944360</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666643.post-108013250490722825</id><published>2004-03-24T04:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-24T04:51:52.110-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>2nd dae of new hairStyle..haha.. mani ppl said my hair was nice!!! soo happi!!.. hmmm, todae was quite a sucki dae. some tchs haf been commenting on the hairBand around me neck.. freakn irritating. tan puay eng asked if my neck was hairy. DARN HIM!!! mrs oei is going crazie.. she dropped mani " bombshells'. shes thinks the sch is damn pro and can live up to her expectations.. haiZ.. i think shes juz obbessed wif making tanglin a SAP sch or sth. fark her. i think shes juz full of bull. after morning assembly hor, she asked all the sec 3 express student to stay back.. then she said everyone muz go audition for the Joseph Team 2 &amp; 3.. haiz.. then it was compulsory.. wha lao eh. then rite, jane chng mentioned tt ppl wud sing individually in front of the judges, so as to prevent Embarassment. tt was not so bad lor.. but rite, end up muz sing in front of the student. the teachers are such LIARS!!!.. all those poor students had to go sing infront of their friends.. haiZ.. i feel sad for them. haha!! i was damn lucky. i did not need to sing. i juz had to go hymn sum piano notes and i was safe!.. pheew!. lucky mi. oh yar!! the tch said my voice still breaking.. not high pitch then not low pitch fark eh!.. soo insulting.. haiZ... but nvm la.. hmmm.. i was supposed to go eat at mac wif marlene.. but in the end din go. cos joshua din go.. haha.. sorrie marlene!!!.. well.. tts abt all todae&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6666643-108013250490722825?l=hornyver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666643/posts/default/108013250490722825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666643/posts/default/108013250490722825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hornyver.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108013250490722825' title=''/><author><name>hornyver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07967345617595944360</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></entry></feed>
