<?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-13089938</id><updated>2011-07-28T20:42:14.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm lovin' it</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://didaguy.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13089938/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://didaguy.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>blueblue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01320641199023882472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Q4R0Hh6_1jo/SI_kOzAIAXI/AAAAAAAAAA4/TrPUmUgvN3U/S220/IMG_1384.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>77</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13089938.post-1844547882830178155</id><published>2010-06-21T19:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T19:57:00.964+08:00</updated><title type='text'>this is where i'll be</title><content type='html'>Baby, i know you've long forgotten about this site.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well... I haven't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you'll remember this site someday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And also remember that... I love you. I always will be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll spend the rest of my life waiting for you. Because true love waits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if you've stopped loving me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forgive me, baby.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13089938-1844547882830178155?l=didaguy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://didaguy.blogspot.com/feeds/1844547882830178155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13089938&amp;postID=1844547882830178155' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13089938/posts/default/1844547882830178155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13089938/posts/default/1844547882830178155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://didaguy.blogspot.com/2010/06/this-is-where-ill-be.html' title='this is where i&apos;ll be'/><author><name>blueblue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01320641199023882472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Q4R0Hh6_1jo/SI_kOzAIAXI/AAAAAAAAAA4/TrPUmUgvN3U/S220/IMG_1384.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13089938.post-940375764961075844</id><published>2008-11-02T19:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T20:00:54.084+08:00</updated><title type='text'>radicals boys</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i155.photobucket.com/albums/s285/moinksmoinks/n703776756_1534046_2877.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 468px; height: 314px;" src="http://i155.photobucket.com/albums/s285/moinksmoinks/n703776756_1534046_2877.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;courtesy of Malcolm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;proud of porkie! always easily recognized! heh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13089938-940375764961075844?l=didaguy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://didaguy.blogspot.com/feeds/940375764961075844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13089938&amp;postID=940375764961075844' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13089938/posts/default/940375764961075844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13089938/posts/default/940375764961075844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://didaguy.blogspot.com/2008/11/radicals-boys.html' title='radicals boys'/><author><name>blueblue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01320641199023882472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Q4R0Hh6_1jo/SI_kOzAIAXI/AAAAAAAAAA4/TrPUmUgvN3U/S220/IMG_1384.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13089938.post-2087251963776346519</id><published>2008-10-05T16:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T16:13:20.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'>porkie's 20th birthday</title><content type='html'>hi all,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pictures are up in moo's or porkie's FaceBook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alternatively, hope over to &lt;a href="http://www.xanga.com/moinksmoinks/677078731/item.html"&gt;Xanga&lt;/a&gt; to know we spent his birthday, mostly trying to tear each other's throats out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;many loves,&lt;br /&gt;moo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13089938-2087251963776346519?l=didaguy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://didaguy.blogspot.com/feeds/2087251963776346519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13089938&amp;postID=2087251963776346519' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13089938/posts/default/2087251963776346519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13089938/posts/default/2087251963776346519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://didaguy.blogspot.com/2008/10/porkies-20th-birthday.html' title='porkie&apos;s 20th birthday'/><author><name>blueblue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01320641199023882472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Q4R0Hh6_1jo/SI_kOzAIAXI/AAAAAAAAAA4/TrPUmUgvN3U/S220/IMG_1384.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13089938.post-5861742007896309270</id><published>2008-07-30T11:48:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T12:28:10.749+08:00</updated><title type='text'>taiwan trip in april!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Q4R0Hh6_1jo/SI_myObcpNI/AAAAAAAAACI/2_2TUPRwUJs/s1600-h/IMG_1369.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Q4R0Hh6_1jo/SI_myObcpNI/AAAAAAAAACI/2_2TUPRwUJs/s400/IMG_1369.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228651442941502674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The happy bus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Q4R0Hh6_1jo/SI_mrmd6fqI/AAAAAAAAACA/ldGps6mE2f4/s1600-h/IMG_1368.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Q4R0Hh6_1jo/SI_mrmd6fqI/AAAAAAAAACA/ldGps6mE2f4/s400/IMG_1368.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228651329135214242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;bite my tongue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Q4R0Hh6_1jo/SI_mZaEaOMI/AAAAAAAAAB4/x0YW9W5G2_Y/s1600-h/IMG_1367.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Q4R0Hh6_1jo/SI_mZaEaOMI/AAAAAAAAAB4/x0YW9W5G2_Y/s400/IMG_1367.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228651016569370818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;oh yeah. bite it again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Q4R0Hh6_1jo/SI_mUtoGi-I/AAAAAAAAABw/ON5VJ89nxoE/s1600-h/IMG_1366.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Q4R0Hh6_1jo/SI_mUtoGi-I/AAAAAAAAABw/ON5VJ89nxoE/s400/IMG_1366.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228650935920004066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i can't comprehend this expression.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Q4R0Hh6_1jo/SI_mOiCjNUI/AAAAAAAAABo/UPJ-RZHb0SQ/s1600-h/IMG_1365.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Q4R0Hh6_1jo/SI_mOiCjNUI/AAAAAAAAABo/UPJ-RZHb0SQ/s400/IMG_1365.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228650829730493762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;soo cute! my fav pose!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Q4R0Hh6_1jo/SI_mJ1aw_KI/AAAAAAAAABg/3h3ATLsxUvk/s1600-h/IMG_1361.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Q4R0Hh6_1jo/SI_mJ1aw_KI/AAAAAAAAABg/3h3ATLsxUvk/s400/IMG_1361.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228650749032987810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Group pic of the snipers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Q4R0Hh6_1jo/SI_mECKeiNI/AAAAAAAAABY/AeaZ1228Hyc/s1600-h/IMG_1359.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Q4R0Hh6_1jo/SI_mECKeiNI/AAAAAAAAABY/AeaZ1228Hyc/s400/IMG_1359.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228650649375115474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Happy Thinesh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Q4R0Hh6_1jo/SI_l8GUOOOI/AAAAAAAAABQ/C8KaKJmatao/s1600-h/IMG_1353.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Q4R0Hh6_1jo/SI_l8GUOOOI/AAAAAAAAABQ/C8KaKJmatao/s400/IMG_1353.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228650513050777826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;forgot-his-name A, forgot-his-name B, Maurice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Q4R0Hh6_1jo/SI_l11y7X9I/AAAAAAAAABI/6pb4Yvq4ABE/s1600-h/IMG_1352.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Q4R0Hh6_1jo/SI_l11y7X9I/AAAAAAAAABI/6pb4Yvq4ABE/s400/IMG_1352.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228650405536948178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i have alot of thoughts on this pic which are too kinky to be typed out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Q4R0Hh6_1jo/SI_lxE86BHI/AAAAAAAAABA/EcbOh15dumc/s1600-h/IMG_1348.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Q4R0Hh6_1jo/SI_lxE86BHI/AAAAAAAAABA/EcbOh15dumc/s400/IMG_1348.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228650323705988210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;SMELL MY PITS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had enough of uploading pics! -Moo-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13089938-5861742007896309270?l=didaguy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://didaguy.blogspot.com/feeds/5861742007896309270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13089938&amp;postID=5861742007896309270' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13089938/posts/default/5861742007896309270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13089938/posts/default/5861742007896309270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://didaguy.blogspot.com/2008/07/taiwan-trip-in-april.html' title='taiwan trip in april!'/><author><name>blueblue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01320641199023882472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Q4R0Hh6_1jo/SI_kOzAIAXI/AAAAAAAAAA4/TrPUmUgvN3U/S220/IMG_1384.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Q4R0Hh6_1jo/SI_myObcpNI/AAAAAAAAACI/2_2TUPRwUJs/s72-c/IMG_1369.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13089938.post-5161590209063586836</id><published>2008-07-05T10:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T11:03:03.572+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CAMWHORE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i155.photobucket.com/albums/s285/moinksmoinks/DSC00538-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://i155.photobucket.com/albums/s285/moinksmoinks/DSC00538-1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i155.photobucket.com/albums/s285/moinksmoinks/DSC00527.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://i155.photobucket.com/albums/s285/moinksmoinks/DSC00527.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i155.photobucket.com/albums/s285/moinksmoinks/DSC00521.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://i155.photobucket.com/albums/s285/moinksmoinks/DSC00521.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i155.photobucket.com/albums/s285/moinksmoinks/DSC00519.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://i155.photobucket.com/albums/s285/moinksmoinks/DSC00519.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i155.photobucket.com/albums/s285/moinksmoinks/DSC00517.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://i155.photobucket.com/albums/s285/moinksmoinks/DSC00517.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i155.photobucket.com/albums/s285/moinksmoinks/DSC00516.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://i155.photobucket.com/albums/s285/moinksmoinks/DSC00516.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i155.photobucket.com/albums/s285/moinksmoinks/DSC00530.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://i155.photobucket.com/albums/s285/moinksmoinks/DSC00530.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the last one is my personal favorite because he damn looks like a gorilla! gorilla-poinks poinks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yayayay! team gorilla!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13089938-5161590209063586836?l=didaguy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://didaguy.blogspot.com/feeds/5161590209063586836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13089938&amp;postID=5161590209063586836' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13089938/posts/default/5161590209063586836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13089938/posts/default/5161590209063586836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://didaguy.blogspot.com/2008/07/camwhore.html' title='CAMWHORE!'/><author><name>blueblue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01320641199023882472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Q4R0Hh6_1jo/SI_kOzAIAXI/AAAAAAAAAA4/TrPUmUgvN3U/S220/IMG_1384.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13089938.post-6414848518468130787</id><published>2008-06-21T18:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-21T18:29:40.308+08:00</updated><title type='text'>maa mee moo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i155.photobucket.com/albums/s285/moinksmoinks/DSC00492.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://i155.photobucket.com/albums/s285/moinksmoinks/DSC00492.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you suck at singing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bleah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ILOVEYOU :DDDDDDD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13089938-6414848518468130787?l=didaguy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://didaguy.blogspot.com/feeds/6414848518468130787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13089938&amp;postID=6414848518468130787' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13089938/posts/default/6414848518468130787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13089938/posts/default/6414848518468130787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://didaguy.blogspot.com/2008/06/maa-mee-moo.html' title='maa mee moo'/><author><name>blueblue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01320641199023882472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Q4R0Hh6_1jo/SI_kOzAIAXI/AAAAAAAAAA4/TrPUmUgvN3U/S220/IMG_1384.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13089938.post-6657217803782836001</id><published>2008-06-09T23:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T23:32:35.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'>porkie is pok pok</title><content type='html'>happy &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;16 months and 01 days&lt;/span&gt;, emo boy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i155.photobucket.com/albums/s285/moinksmoinks/DSC00392-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://i155.photobucket.com/albums/s285/moinksmoinks/DSC00392-2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and how does it feels to be buried underneath my bed again? heheheh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i155.photobucket.com/albums/s285/moinksmoinks/DSC00404.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://i155.photobucket.com/albums/s285/moinksmoinks/DSC00404.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel like doing nothing, and just lie in bed with you with a spread of Mac Delivery, and a good movie, or an interesting game of Scrabbles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LETS JUST GROW FAT TOGETHER! heheheh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cannot believe my boyfriend got Double A's for Math and Physics while his girlfriend failed miserably for this two subjects. H1 Physics somemore, still can fail until below 20%  :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a brighter note, my language is very strong. A for GP, here i come!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13089938-6657217803782836001?l=didaguy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://didaguy.blogspot.com/feeds/6657217803782836001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13089938&amp;postID=6657217803782836001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13089938/posts/default/6657217803782836001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13089938/posts/default/6657217803782836001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://didaguy.blogspot.com/2008/06/porkie-is-pok-pok.html' title='porkie is pok pok'/><author><name>blueblue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01320641199023882472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Q4R0Hh6_1jo/SI_kOzAIAXI/AAAAAAAAAA4/TrPUmUgvN3U/S220/IMG_1384.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13089938.post-7165195734944162515</id><published>2008-05-20T12:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T12:48:46.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'>starry nite</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i155.photobucket.com/albums/s285/moinksmoinks/DSC00376.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://i155.photobucket.com/albums/s285/moinksmoinks/DSC00376.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arena is hugs and love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great (albeit scary) crowd, cute black guys (and rappers), and twinkling atmosphere. i think my starry starry dress blended into the theme, teeheh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't understand why Porkie doesn't blogs when he asked me to "revive" his blog a year ago. erm... oh well. whatever. heheheheh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13089938-7165195734944162515?l=didaguy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://didaguy.blogspot.com/feeds/7165195734944162515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13089938&amp;postID=7165195734944162515' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13089938/posts/default/7165195734944162515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13089938/posts/default/7165195734944162515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://didaguy.blogspot.com/2008/05/starry-nite.html' title='starry nite'/><author><name>blueblue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01320641199023882472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Q4R0Hh6_1jo/SI_kOzAIAXI/AAAAAAAAAA4/TrPUmUgvN3U/S220/IMG_1384.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13089938.post-6903324307210234341</id><published>2008-05-18T01:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T01:57:26.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the unglam entry</title><content type='html'>this afternoon, we woke up with twice the amounts of bite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i broke the record of biting at the most places today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i bit his butt, face, boobs, arm, hair, eyebrow, armpit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and we are officially the nil image couple because porkie threatened to fart in my face as i continued to bite his butt, but he failed =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he lost 8 strands of hair today, plucked by me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at this rate, porkie will go bald in 3 years time. then again, pigs are supposed to be bald.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we is going roasting in 10 hours time at KM8. roast pork and steak for dinner!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13089938-6903324307210234341?l=didaguy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://didaguy.blogspot.com/feeds/6903324307210234341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13089938&amp;postID=6903324307210234341' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13089938/posts/default/6903324307210234341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13089938/posts/default/6903324307210234341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://didaguy.blogspot.com/2008/05/unglam-entry.html' title='the unglam entry'/><author><name>blueblue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01320641199023882472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Q4R0Hh6_1jo/SI_kOzAIAXI/AAAAAAAAAA4/TrPUmUgvN3U/S220/IMG_1384.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13089938.post-8341113229005491008</id><published>2008-05-14T11:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T11:30:29.175+08:00</updated><title type='text'>rainy wednesday</title><content type='html'>heheheh this is what happens when you refuses to wake up after your MooMoo has made several desperate attempts to wake you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i155.photobucket.com/albums/s285/moinksmoinks/DSC00335.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://i155.photobucket.com/albums/s285/moinksmoinks/DSC00335.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wheeee! sexyyyy nipples! i had shots for other angles, but Porkie made me delete them. eeeeeek! Meanieeeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i155.photobucket.com/albums/s285/moinksmoinks/DSC00354.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://i155.photobucket.com/albums/s285/moinksmoinks/DSC00354.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this is the act-like-im-not-looking-at-the-cam shot. but the truth is, He was looking at some random girl walk past, and he was the one who snapped the pic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stupid boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i155.photobucket.com/albums/s285/moinksmoinks/DSC00348.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://i155.photobucket.com/albums/s285/moinksmoinks/DSC00348.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okays to end it off, happy moinksmoinks! we is 15 months 05 days old!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13089938-8341113229005491008?l=didaguy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://didaguy.blogspot.com/feeds/8341113229005491008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13089938&amp;postID=8341113229005491008' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13089938/posts/default/8341113229005491008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13089938/posts/default/8341113229005491008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://didaguy.blogspot.com/2008/05/rainy-wednesday.html' title='rainy wednesday'/><author><name>blueblue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01320641199023882472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Q4R0Hh6_1jo/SI_kOzAIAXI/AAAAAAAAAA4/TrPUmUgvN3U/S220/IMG_1384.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13089938.post-6547718243459677820</id><published>2008-04-21T23:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T23:29:14.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'>YOU. Yes, you.</title><content type='html'>I miss you :DDDDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have been a very good girl, so far. faster come back so i can do my fav weekend activity&lt;br /&gt;---- biting your butt. heheheh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okays good nite! POOUACKS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Moo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13089938-6547718243459677820?l=didaguy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://didaguy.blogspot.com/feeds/6547718243459677820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13089938&amp;postID=6547718243459677820' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13089938/posts/default/6547718243459677820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13089938/posts/default/6547718243459677820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://didaguy.blogspot.com/2008/04/you-yes-you.html' title='YOU. Yes, you.'/><author><name>blueblue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01320641199023882472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Q4R0Hh6_1jo/SI_kOzAIAXI/AAAAAAAAAA4/TrPUmUgvN3U/S220/IMG_1384.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13089938.post-5241286635435561474</id><published>2008-04-07T20:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T20:25:17.917+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sexy poinks</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i155.photobucket.com/albums/s285/moinksmoinks/DSC00219.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://i155.photobucket.com/albums/s285/moinksmoinks/DSC00219.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whenever i'm here, it means i have something berry nice to share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;behold, poinks poinks with my fav see-through cardigan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Berry sexayyyy :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13089938-5241286635435561474?l=didaguy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://didaguy.blogspot.com/feeds/5241286635435561474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13089938&amp;postID=5241286635435561474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13089938/posts/default/5241286635435561474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13089938/posts/default/5241286635435561474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://didaguy.blogspot.com/2008/04/sexy-poinks.html' title='sexy poinks'/><author><name>blueblue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01320641199023882472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Q4R0Hh6_1jo/SI_kOzAIAXI/AAAAAAAAAA4/TrPUmUgvN3U/S220/IMG_1384.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13089938.post-4051000532611059512</id><published>2008-03-12T23:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-12T23:10:55.249+08:00</updated><title type='text'>explicit photos for sale!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i155.photobucket.com/albums/s285/moinksmoinks/smiley.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://i155.photobucket.com/albums/s285/moinksmoinks/smiley.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this pic is censored, for obvious reasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i155.photobucket.com/albums/s285/moinksmoinks/DSC00189.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://i155.photobucket.com/albums/s285/moinksmoinks/DSC00189.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and hence, i present, the self-proclaimed housefly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BWAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a lighter note, happy 399th day! wheeeeee!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13089938-4051000532611059512?l=didaguy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://didaguy.blogspot.com/feeds/4051000532611059512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13089938&amp;postID=4051000532611059512' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13089938/posts/default/4051000532611059512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13089938/posts/default/4051000532611059512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://didaguy.blogspot.com/2008/03/explicit-photos-for-sale.html' title='explicit photos for sale!'/><author><name>blueblue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01320641199023882472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Q4R0Hh6_1jo/SI_kOzAIAXI/AAAAAAAAAA4/TrPUmUgvN3U/S220/IMG_1384.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13089938.post-3500421721679708156</id><published>2008-02-16T12:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-16T12:19:55.849+08:00</updated><title type='text'>picture of the year</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i155.photobucket.com/albums/s285/moinksmoinks/DSC00130.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://i155.photobucket.com/albums/s285/moinksmoinks/DSC00130.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lalalala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porkie and my red hairband.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;someone needs a shave!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13089938-3500421721679708156?l=didaguy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://didaguy.blogspot.com/feeds/3500421721679708156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13089938&amp;postID=3500421721679708156' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13089938/posts/default/3500421721679708156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13089938/posts/default/3500421721679708156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://didaguy.blogspot.com/2008/02/picture-of-year.html' title='picture of the year'/><author><name>blueblue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01320641199023882472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Q4R0Hh6_1jo/SI_kOzAIAXI/AAAAAAAAAA4/TrPUmUgvN3U/S220/IMG_1384.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13089938.post-7042528634094593319</id><published>2008-01-30T10:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-30T10:54:03.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my exclaimation mark button is spoilt~ =(</title><content type='html'>congrats to Poinks for passing his BTT, despite studying only 12hrs before. yay~ *throws confetti*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and would you look at the tagboard~ its so cute. hohohoh. hmmm. this must be a sign, HOR?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time to go jogging + library~ gogogogogo~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;arhhhh~~~ its so infuriating to not being able to use my exclaimation mark~~~~~~ rahrahrah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13089938-7042528634094593319?l=didaguy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://didaguy.blogspot.com/feeds/7042528634094593319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13089938&amp;postID=7042528634094593319' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13089938/posts/default/7042528634094593319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13089938/posts/default/7042528634094593319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://didaguy.blogspot.com/2008/01/my-exclaimation-mark-button-is-spoilt.html' title='my exclaimation mark button is spoilt~ =('/><author><name>blueblue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01320641199023882472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Q4R0Hh6_1jo/SI_kOzAIAXI/AAAAAAAAAA4/TrPUmUgvN3U/S220/IMG_1384.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13089938.post-6204966821257796742</id><published>2008-01-01T21:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-01T21:55:23.307+08:00</updated><title type='text'>this is the ultimate pic of the year!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i155.photobucket.com/albums/s285/moinksmoinks/DSC00047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://i155.photobucket.com/albums/s285/moinksmoinks/DSC00047.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The cleavage pornographic pose!  He made me do this pose, so i forced him to take 1 of similar capacity in return! whoohoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i155.photobucket.com/albums/s285/moinksmoinks/DSC00044-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://i155.photobucket.com/albums/s285/moinksmoinks/DSC00044-1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The flower girl pose!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poinks Poinks is the crazy duo @ the beach! happy 328th day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13089938-6204966821257796742?l=didaguy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://didaguy.blogspot.com/feeds/6204966821257796742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13089938&amp;postID=6204966821257796742' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13089938/posts/default/6204966821257796742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13089938/posts/default/6204966821257796742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://didaguy.blogspot.com/2008/01/this-is-ultimate-pic-of-year.html' title='this is the ultimate pic of the year!'/><author><name>blueblue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01320641199023882472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Q4R0Hh6_1jo/SI_kOzAIAXI/AAAAAAAAAA4/TrPUmUgvN3U/S220/IMG_1384.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13089938.post-7444572053427241416</id><published>2007-12-17T22:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-17T22:53:54.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I look very auntieeeeee meh?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i155.photobucket.com/albums/s285/moinksmoinks/DSC00008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://i155.photobucket.com/albums/s285/moinksmoinks/DSC00008.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the mom says i look lyk HIS mom. thanks luhs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mom has no sense of beauty. tsk tsk tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MooMoo has learnt 2 new things this week:::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. how to bet on soccer (singapore pools version - Part II)&lt;br /&gt;2. how to check matches online (part III)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yayayayay!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13089938-7444572053427241416?l=didaguy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://didaguy.blogspot.com/feeds/7444572053427241416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13089938&amp;postID=7444572053427241416' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13089938/posts/default/7444572053427241416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13089938/posts/default/7444572053427241416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://didaguy.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-look-very-auntieeeeee-meh.html' title='I look very auntieeeeee meh?'/><author><name>blueblue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01320641199023882472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Q4R0Hh6_1jo/SI_kOzAIAXI/AAAAAAAAAA4/TrPUmUgvN3U/S220/IMG_1384.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13089938.post-5703478616677589189</id><published>2007-12-13T13:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-13T13:42:18.284+08:00</updated><title type='text'>behold my new phone!</title><content type='html'>although its a miserable SE K770i, finally i have a phone to call my own, after my phone collapsed like aeons back. lets take a look at a list of phones i've used in the year 2007:::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Motorola Rocker E3 (jan) - traded my Nokia with Ron's.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Motorola V3 (1st trimester) - Glady's. we traded phones.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;SE k700i (2 miserable mths) - Porky's. the torn and tattered casing one. it's residing in my downstair neighbor's U-haul bathroom pipe. i dropped it down by accident.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nokia 6+++ (2nd trimester) - mom's. brand new. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;SE K600i (3rd trimester till present) - Huis.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;SE K770i (starting from now!) - MINE!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know the timeline is rather weird, but the bottom line is, i've changed phones 6 times this year. finally a phone to call my own. ahhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my only regret? sorry Porky. i really was unable to retrieve your phone back. heheh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I is sleepy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13089938-5703478616677589189?l=didaguy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://didaguy.blogspot.com/feeds/5703478616677589189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13089938&amp;postID=5703478616677589189' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13089938/posts/default/5703478616677589189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13089938/posts/default/5703478616677589189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://didaguy.blogspot.com/2007/12/behold-my-new-phone.html' title='behold my new phone!'/><author><name>blueblue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01320641199023882472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Q4R0Hh6_1jo/SI_kOzAIAXI/AAAAAAAAAA4/TrPUmUgvN3U/S220/IMG_1384.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13089938.post-400028810179581864</id><published>2007-12-05T13:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-05T13:12:07.057+08:00</updated><title type='text'>oh yeah.</title><content type='html'>Moinks is going to Zoukout!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, Moinks. Moo and Oinks. =DDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, Porky is a total ass. he has this perv habit of throwing his worn socks and underwear onto my face. when i'm lying down. in bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if he does it again, i'm gonna emboss the word DARREN onto my bras and stuff them into his duffel bag when he books in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Save the Cheerleader, Save the world! help i'm still stuck at Episode 14. i totally heart Leonard Roberts aka Nikki's husband / Micah's dad. He rules!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13089938-400028810179581864?l=didaguy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://didaguy.blogspot.com/feeds/400028810179581864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13089938&amp;postID=400028810179581864' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13089938/posts/default/400028810179581864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13089938/posts/default/400028810179581864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://didaguy.blogspot.com/2007/12/oh-yeah.html' title='oh yeah.'/><author><name>blueblue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01320641199023882472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Q4R0Hh6_1jo/SI_kOzAIAXI/AAAAAAAAAA4/TrPUmUgvN3U/S220/IMG_1384.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13089938.post-9117193993198078418</id><published>2007-11-17T23:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-17T23:47:19.895+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the naked entry.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i155.photobucket.com/albums/s285/moinksmoinks/bed1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://i155.photobucket.com/albums/s285/moinksmoinks/bed1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guess what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porkchops is naked again! wheeeee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He takes pride in parading around my house draped in a towel! hrumph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but but but... i still love u for that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by the way, why is my face amber red? double hrumphs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy 283rd day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13089938-9117193993198078418?l=didaguy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://didaguy.blogspot.com/feeds/9117193993198078418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13089938&amp;postID=9117193993198078418' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13089938/posts/default/9117193993198078418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13089938/posts/default/9117193993198078418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://didaguy.blogspot.com/2007/11/naked-entry.html' title='the naked entry.'/><author><name>blueblue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01320641199023882472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Q4R0Hh6_1jo/SI_kOzAIAXI/AAAAAAAAAA4/TrPUmUgvN3U/S220/IMG_1384.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13089938.post-80124258890988055</id><published>2007-11-11T22:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-11T22:25:50.465+08:00</updated><title type='text'>moomoo loves.</title><content type='html'>You suck at RISK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i suck even more. heheheheheh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PORKY HAS A VERY SEXAYYYY BUTT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom thinks he is "healthy"! wheeeeee!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13089938-80124258890988055?l=didaguy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://didaguy.blogspot.com/feeds/80124258890988055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13089938&amp;postID=80124258890988055' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13089938/posts/default/80124258890988055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13089938/posts/default/80124258890988055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://didaguy.blogspot.com/2007/11/moomoo-loves.html' title='moomoo loves.'/><author><name>blueblue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01320641199023882472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Q4R0Hh6_1jo/SI_kOzAIAXI/AAAAAAAAAA4/TrPUmUgvN3U/S220/IMG_1384.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13089938.post-2039869970930947613</id><published>2007-10-19T14:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-19T15:20:45.829+08:00</updated><title type='text'>kbox whores</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i155.photobucket.com/albums/s285/moinksmoinks/neos6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 395px;" src="http://i155.photobucket.com/albums/s285/moinksmoinks/neos6.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I is happy. For once, i'm taller than Porkchops! yayayay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shucks. it's so darn obvious that i'm standing on the platform. eek!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i155.photobucket.com/albums/s285/moinksmoinks/kbox.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://i155.photobucket.com/albums/s285/moinksmoinks/kbox.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it just me, or does Pork chops suspiciously resemblances an ape/monkey is this pic??&lt;br /&gt;MooMoo has tiny baby teeth. *chatters*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IwannaplayTekken&amp;amp;ghostrecononyourpsptomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear my Devil Jin will beat your Kuma someday, somehow. Ghost recon rocks! i also know how to use the Sniper rifle!! hohohoh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13089938-2039869970930947613?l=didaguy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://didaguy.blogspot.com/feeds/2039869970930947613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13089938&amp;postID=2039869970930947613' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13089938/posts/default/2039869970930947613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13089938/posts/default/2039869970930947613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://didaguy.blogspot.com/2007/10/kbox-whores.html' title='kbox whores'/><author><name>blueblue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01320641199023882472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Q4R0Hh6_1jo/SI_kOzAIAXI/AAAAAAAAAA4/TrPUmUgvN3U/S220/IMG_1384.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13089938.post-3137122575619264094</id><published>2007-10-11T22:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-11T22:49:11.014+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the birthday boy</title><content type='html'>Its 11 Oct 2007!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- Porkchops' 19th birthday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- our 246th day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we love even numbers. heheheh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what someone is getting for his birthday this year? bwah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i155.photobucket.com/albums/s285/moinksmoinks/DSC00278-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://i155.photobucket.com/albums/s285/moinksmoinks/DSC00278-1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The insane number of prezzies! But he already knows what's inside the big parcel. Me and my big mouth! That idiot "interrogated" me about the contents when i was drunk last fri. No fair!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 more surprise to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, i'm totally glad that birthdays come once a year and i only have got 1 Porkchops. It is insanely expensive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MooMoo is broke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday! *throws confetti*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13089938-3137122575619264094?l=didaguy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://didaguy.blogspot.com/feeds/3137122575619264094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13089938&amp;postID=3137122575619264094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13089938/posts/default/3137122575619264094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13089938/posts/default/3137122575619264094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://didaguy.blogspot.com/2007/10/birthday-boy.html' title='the birthday boy'/><author><name>blueblue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01320641199023882472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Q4R0Hh6_1jo/SI_kOzAIAXI/AAAAAAAAAA4/TrPUmUgvN3U/S220/IMG_1384.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13089938.post-9204137623792043487</id><published>2007-10-10T23:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-10T23:45:50.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'>guilt trip</title><content type='html'>to whoever it may concern:::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SORRY! bwah!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MooMoo is damn embarrassed + guilty over her blunder this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again, who ask you to be suay. Your IP address (albeit the LAST 3 digits) was very similar to the previous spammer mah!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lesson #85309294 learnt ::: Never, ever assume again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moooars!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13089938-9204137623792043487?l=didaguy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://didaguy.blogspot.com/feeds/9204137623792043487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13089938&amp;postID=9204137623792043487' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13089938/posts/default/9204137623792043487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13089938/posts/default/9204137623792043487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://didaguy.blogspot.com/2007/10/guilt-trip.html' title='guilt trip'/><author><name>blueblue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01320641199023882472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Q4R0Hh6_1jo/SI_kOzAIAXI/AAAAAAAAAA4/TrPUmUgvN3U/S220/IMG_1384.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13089938.post-2271510997244482682</id><published>2007-10-03T21:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-03T21:13:33.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ms Pineapple Bimbo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q4R0Hh6_1jo/RwOU2njN1nI/AAAAAAAAAAM/XG2V1Ir6TlI/s1600-h/DSC00941_edited.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q4R0Hh6_1jo/RwOU2njN1nI/AAAAAAAAAAM/XG2V1Ir6TlI/s400/DSC00941_edited.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117097267673552498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Greetings from the East Yo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am at the girlfriend's place now, just finish my heartyyy dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Botaks Boy is still in camp, lazing his lazy ass away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just doing my minimal best to keep Porky's miserable blog from being obsolete. Aku is a very nice and helpful girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 days more to the occasion, 10 days more to the real fun!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you up for it, hurr hurr??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13089938-2271510997244482682?l=didaguy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://didaguy.blogspot.com/feeds/2271510997244482682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13089938&amp;postID=2271510997244482682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13089938/posts/default/2271510997244482682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13089938/posts/default/2271510997244482682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://didaguy.blogspot.com/2007/10/ms-pineapple-bimbo.html' title='Ms Pineapple Bimbo'/><author><name>blueblue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01320641199023882472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Q4R0Hh6_1jo/SI_kOzAIAXI/AAAAAAAAAA4/TrPUmUgvN3U/S220/IMG_1384.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q4R0Hh6_1jo/RwOU2njN1nI/AAAAAAAAAAM/XG2V1Ir6TlI/s72-c/DSC00941_edited.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13089938.post-5319721799569082485</id><published>2007-09-30T19:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-30T19:43:22.357+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the lazy duo</title><content type='html'>WE ARE LAZY MOINKS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We met for 23 hours today, but we spent 11 hours sleepingggggggggggg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where is the love!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by the way you sucks at badminton. Let's go rock-climbing and Paula Ubin soon and let's sparrrrr veryyyy soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You die already. am gonna aim your groin everytime.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13089938-5319721799569082485?l=didaguy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://didaguy.blogspot.com/feeds/5319721799569082485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13089938&amp;postID=5319721799569082485' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13089938/posts/default/5319721799569082485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13089938/posts/default/5319721799569082485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://didaguy.blogspot.com/2007/09/lazy-duo.html' title='the lazy duo'/><author><name>blueblue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01320641199023882472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Q4R0Hh6_1jo/SI_kOzAIAXI/AAAAAAAAAA4/TrPUmUgvN3U/S220/IMG_1384.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13089938.post-6018572668074288137</id><published>2007-09-17T19:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-17T19:41:49.405+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beach oh Beach</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*bimbotic tone*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Hubbyyyyy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me is the top scorer for the Para Para Machine at Aloha Loyang! so zai!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meet MooMoo, the veteran Lian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Botaks is freaking suaku. He doesn't even recognizes Cafe Del Mar when he sees it. hohohoh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, that doesn't really matters when he has a smartass girlfriend with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i155.photobucket.com/albums/s285/moinksmoinks/newbikini.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://i155.photobucket.com/albums/s285/moinksmoinks/newbikini.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me, is this retro oh is this retro? And, someone needs an eyebrow trimming and for once, it isn't me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13089938-6018572668074288137?l=didaguy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://didaguy.blogspot.com/feeds/6018572668074288137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13089938&amp;postID=6018572668074288137' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13089938/posts/default/6018572668074288137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13089938/posts/default/6018572668074288137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://didaguy.blogspot.com/2007/09/beach-oh-beach.html' title='Beach oh Beach'/><author><name>blueblue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01320641199023882472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Q4R0Hh6_1jo/SI_kOzAIAXI/AAAAAAAAAA4/TrPUmUgvN3U/S220/IMG_1384.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13089938.post-2048228250370430357</id><published>2007-09-09T21:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-09T22:18:29.167+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My mojojojojo and his honey Pork chops</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Happy 214th day!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been 7 mths and 01 days yo! Time sure flies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And and, can you explain why you look more intoxicated than i do?? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*blinks blinks*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i155.photobucket.com/albums/s285/moinksmoinks/pub2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://i155.photobucket.com/albums/s285/moinksmoinks/pub2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your eyes are &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;burning with immense passion&lt;/span&gt; again. heheheh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know my attitude was a total bitch last night, and thank you for not abandoning me / putting up with it. Must have been hard on you for you to give in to me for the past week but hey! it was all worth it yeah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And And And, i just wanna tell you that regardless of the fact that you continue being a&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; cheong sua sniper&lt;/span&gt; or if you eventually make it into the Air Force as a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fighter&lt;/span&gt;, i'll still love you, land or air. But seriously, the former's uniform looks sexier :DDDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good luck for your Air force test tomorrow! May the force be with you! yayaayayay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stupid mojojojojojo. i love u *.*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13089938-2048228250370430357?l=didaguy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://didaguy.blogspot.com/feeds/2048228250370430357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13089938&amp;postID=2048228250370430357' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13089938/posts/default/2048228250370430357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13089938/posts/default/2048228250370430357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://didaguy.blogspot.com/2007/09/my-mojojojojo-and-his-honey-pork-chops.html' title='My mojojojojo and his honey Pork chops'/><author><name>blueblue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01320641199023882472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Q4R0Hh6_1jo/SI_kOzAIAXI/AAAAAAAAAA4/TrPUmUgvN3U/S220/IMG_1384.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13089938.post-442175963143156272</id><published>2007-08-23T13:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-23T13:37:14.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sexy baby</title><content type='html'>this pic is here solely for the purpose of showing the world how demure i is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i155.photobucket.com/albums/s285/moinksmoinks/train.us2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://i155.photobucket.com/albums/s285/moinksmoinks/train.us2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then again, i prolly look a tad too &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ching chong cheena&lt;/span&gt; and my double eyelids have mysteriously disappeared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then again, that's nothing compared to Porky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i155.photobucket.com/albums/s285/moinksmoinks/train.botak2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://i155.photobucket.com/albums/s285/moinksmoinks/train.botak2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what he does when he spots cute guys on the train.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sexy, baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;PS: i have no idea why do i always end up doing the updates for him. He is just too lazy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13089938-442175963143156272?l=didaguy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://didaguy.blogspot.com/feeds/442175963143156272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13089938&amp;postID=442175963143156272' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13089938/posts/default/442175963143156272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13089938/posts/default/442175963143156272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://didaguy.blogspot.com/2007/08/sexy-baby.html' title='sexy baby'/><author><name>blueblue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01320641199023882472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Q4R0Hh6_1jo/SI_kOzAIAXI/AAAAAAAAAA4/TrPUmUgvN3U/S220/IMG_1384.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13089938.post-4524610643368553052</id><published>2007-08-09T22:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-09T22:54:53.692+08:00</updated><title type='text'>crybaby</title><content type='html'>i am not a crybaby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cry an average of twice a year,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/s&gt;but i've cried no less than 10 times since we've met.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all your fault! pbbffft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm glad i have your support, but i hafta forewarn you that you're gonna have &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;boringgggg &lt;/span&gt;weekends come next year. heheheh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13089938-4524610643368553052?l=didaguy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://didaguy.blogspot.com/feeds/4524610643368553052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13089938&amp;postID=4524610643368553052' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13089938/posts/default/4524610643368553052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13089938/posts/default/4524610643368553052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://didaguy.blogspot.com/2007/08/crybaby.html' title='crybaby'/><author><name>blueblue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01320641199023882472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Q4R0Hh6_1jo/SI_kOzAIAXI/AAAAAAAAAA4/TrPUmUgvN3U/S220/IMG_1384.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13089938.post-8993797002091309678</id><published>2007-08-08T19:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-08T19:09:41.344+08:00</updated><title type='text'>6 mths yo!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;just for the lack of things to say...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;happy 182nd day aka 6 months!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;both of us have absolutely no life at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he's stuck in camp on National Day, while i'll be stuck at work, and at home mugging for Econs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hrumph.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHERE IS THE LOVE!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13089938-8993797002091309678?l=didaguy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://didaguy.blogspot.com/feeds/8993797002091309678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13089938&amp;postID=8993797002091309678' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13089938/posts/default/8993797002091309678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13089938/posts/default/8993797002091309678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://didaguy.blogspot.com/2007/08/just-for-lack-of-things-to-say.html' title='6 mths yo!'/><author><name>blueblue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01320641199023882472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Q4R0Hh6_1jo/SI_kOzAIAXI/AAAAAAAAAA4/TrPUmUgvN3U/S220/IMG_1384.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13089938.post-8122610641264919963</id><published>2007-07-30T17:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-30T18:09:39.557+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lower mandai</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i155.photobucket.com/albums/s285/moinksmoinks/DSC00140.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://i155.photobucket.com/albums/s285/moinksmoinks/DSC00140.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i have a nagging urge to run down to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lower mandai&lt;/span&gt; and zip myself into your fieldpack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, i know my camera resolution is da bomb. quit reminding me already.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13089938-8122610641264919963?l=didaguy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://didaguy.blogspot.com/feeds/8122610641264919963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13089938&amp;postID=8122610641264919963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13089938/posts/default/8122610641264919963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13089938/posts/default/8122610641264919963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://didaguy.blogspot.com/2007/07/lower-mandai.html' title='lower mandai'/><author><name>blueblue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01320641199023882472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Q4R0Hh6_1jo/SI_kOzAIAXI/AAAAAAAAAA4/TrPUmUgvN3U/S220/IMG_1384.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13089938.post-3964659796217216416</id><published>2007-07-27T17:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-27T17:38:51.812+08:00</updated><title type='text'>moomoo</title><content type='html'>to date, Botak owes me the following:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- My bro's Mayflower Sec Sailing Camp Tee&lt;br /&gt;- My Mayday No. 5 Black Tee&lt;br /&gt;- My bro's Teva sandles&lt;br /&gt;- My Virginia Andrew's [Flowers in the Attic] novel&lt;br /&gt;- My bro's Hushpuppies underwear (am skeptical)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am pretty sure there's more, i just can't recall at this moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he's totally infatuated with my bro, am sure of that. *shivers*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;must return hor! especially my bro's stuff! and please bear in mind that i ain't from MFSS! Don't forget again!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13089938-3964659796217216416?l=didaguy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://didaguy.blogspot.com/feeds/3964659796217216416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13089938&amp;postID=3964659796217216416' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13089938/posts/default/3964659796217216416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13089938/posts/default/3964659796217216416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://didaguy.blogspot.com/2007/07/moomoo.html' title='moomoo'/><author><name>blueblue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01320641199023882472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Q4R0Hh6_1jo/SI_kOzAIAXI/AAAAAAAAAA4/TrPUmUgvN3U/S220/IMG_1384.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13089938.post-6398364965943067672</id><published>2007-07-23T13:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-23T13:34:19.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'>uncanny fear</title><content type='html'>i have an uncanny fear that:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-my K600i's batt is gonna die on me VERY soon because the batt died on me completely after an hour's phone call with Shihui last night. Also thanks to her, am $15 bucks poorer and didn't get to sleep on the train ride home from Boon Lay at 11pm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-Porkchops is gonna break up with me someday because of my HSD and excessive kinkiness &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;(read: vibrating tonguestud)&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;explicit:&lt;/span&gt; the skin on my butt cheeks is gonna rot very soon with all the violent scratching from the rashes. Ditto for the legs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-my legs will resemblances those of a white rhino someday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-Porkchops will want to kill me after my previous post&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my wall is congested with photos. i need a bigger fibreboard.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13089938-6398364965943067672?l=didaguy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://didaguy.blogspot.com/feeds/6398364965943067672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13089938&amp;postID=6398364965943067672' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13089938/posts/default/6398364965943067672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13089938/posts/default/6398364965943067672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://didaguy.blogspot.com/2007/07/uncanny-fear.html' title='uncanny fear'/><author><name>blueblue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01320641199023882472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Q4R0Hh6_1jo/SI_kOzAIAXI/AAAAAAAAAA4/TrPUmUgvN3U/S220/IMG_1384.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13089938.post-8646171670614200744</id><published>2007-07-17T16:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-17T16:13:20.867+08:00</updated><title type='text'>porkchop's fetish</title><content type='html'>i seriously think that Porkchops has a secret fetish for my clothes. how then, do you explain this???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i155.photobucket.com/albums/s285/moinksmoinks/DSC00146-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://i155.photobucket.com/albums/s285/moinksmoinks/DSC00146-1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or even this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i155.photobucket.com/albums/s285/moinksmoinks/mybra.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://i155.photobucket.com/albums/s285/moinksmoinks/mybra.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Even the spongebob boxers are mine! Okays, at least i was the one who gave it to him, but still...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didn't know he was so into me! *shy*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good luck for your test tomorrow!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13089938-8646171670614200744?l=didaguy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://didaguy.blogspot.com/feeds/8646171670614200744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13089938&amp;postID=8646171670614200744' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13089938/posts/default/8646171670614200744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13089938/posts/default/8646171670614200744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://didaguy.blogspot.com/2007/07/porkchops-fetish.html' title='porkchop&apos;s fetish'/><author><name>blueblue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01320641199023882472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Q4R0Hh6_1jo/SI_kOzAIAXI/AAAAAAAAAA4/TrPUmUgvN3U/S220/IMG_1384.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13089938.post-8840814367305714306</id><published>2007-07-13T23:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-14T00:01:36.628+08:00</updated><title type='text'>chaos!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Botaks is absolutely the best-est!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't thank you enough for allowing me to buy that dress! Hahah. am so excited to wear it, can i wear it to Chomps tomorrow night? heheh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okays i have a case of endorphines-raging right now. am sucha happy lil girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've spoilt me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13089938-8840814367305714306?l=didaguy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://didaguy.blogspot.com/feeds/8840814367305714306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13089938&amp;postID=8840814367305714306' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13089938/posts/default/8840814367305714306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13089938/posts/default/8840814367305714306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://didaguy.blogspot.com/2007/07/chaos.html' title='chaos!!!'/><author><name>blueblue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01320641199023882472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Q4R0Hh6_1jo/SI_kOzAIAXI/AAAAAAAAAA4/TrPUmUgvN3U/S220/IMG_1384.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13089938.post-2137084427931897317</id><published>2007-07-08T12:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-08T13:19:27.284+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just for the lack of things to say...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Happy 151st day and today's exactly 5 months since we first met! *throws confetti*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know my wrapping kinda sucks, but i hope you'll like the webcam anyways! now you can go camwhore with your other 534593205 girlfriends! wheeee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*i just realized that the average webcam of the same quality as mine only costs 1/3 of it now. harrrr? i really got slay-ed for my webcam lah! 100 lei!*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, i still love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings; color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;After whatever i said on friday nite, things which i never meant to tell you... would you still love me like you did... or have i changed your perception of me...? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings; color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;maybe some things are just not meant to be said... i'm sorry...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13089938-2137084427931897317?l=didaguy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://didaguy.blogspot.com/feeds/2137084427931897317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13089938&amp;postID=2137084427931897317' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13089938/posts/default/2137084427931897317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13089938/posts/default/2137084427931897317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://didaguy.blogspot.com/2007/07/just-for-lack-of-things-to-say.html' title=''/><author><name>blueblue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01320641199023882472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Q4R0Hh6_1jo/SI_kOzAIAXI/AAAAAAAAAA4/TrPUmUgvN3U/S220/IMG_1384.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13089938.post-8624500205840568751</id><published>2007-07-06T17:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-06T17:56:15.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'>我又初恋了!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;我又初恋了 - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;" href="http://mp3.baidu.com/m?tn=baidump3&amp;ct=134217728&amp;amp;lm=-1&amp;word=%CE%E5%D4%C2%CC%EC"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(225, 9, 0);"&gt;五月天&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;每一次从爱里离开&lt;br /&gt;就像是心被切一块&lt;br /&gt;切一块&lt;br /&gt;下次再也不敢放胆爱&lt;br /&gt;谁知道主歌才一半&lt;br /&gt;桥段都还没唱出来&lt;br /&gt;就突然&lt;br /&gt;你的出现爆破了悲哀&lt;br /&gt;难道我又&lt;span style="color: rgb(225, 9, 0);"&gt;我又初恋了&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;不可能我又&lt;span style="color: rgb(225, 9, 0);"&gt;我又初恋了&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;可是真的真的初恋了&lt;br /&gt;这一种feel&lt;br /&gt;我又真的真的初恋了&lt;br /&gt;我爱你你爱我&lt;br /&gt;我们再也找不到藉口&lt;br /&gt;就像是第一次&lt;br /&gt;一起飞著爱情的自由&lt;br /&gt;我爱你你爱我&lt;br /&gt;我们再也不需要藉口&lt;br /&gt;又一次初恋了&lt;br /&gt;就算降讲有一点荒谬&lt;br /&gt;谁在乎喔&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;music&lt;br /&gt;我吃了铁牛运功散&lt;br /&gt;因为我内伤好犀利&lt;br /&gt;好犀利&lt;br /&gt;你的魔力真的好犀利&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is the most ridiculously-happy song i've heard so far! 不愧是阿信。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then again, my first love lasted for a grand total of... 2 months?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Er... okays! this is wayyyyy better than first love!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13089938-8624500205840568751?l=didaguy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://didaguy.blogspot.com/feeds/8624500205840568751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13089938&amp;postID=8624500205840568751' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13089938/posts/default/8624500205840568751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13089938/posts/default/8624500205840568751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://didaguy.blogspot.com/2007/07/blog-post.html' title='我又初恋了!'/><author><name>blueblue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01320641199023882472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Q4R0Hh6_1jo/SI_kOzAIAXI/AAAAAAAAAA4/TrPUmUgvN3U/S220/IMG_1384.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13089938.post-8293465887701351476</id><published>2007-07-03T15:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T15:53:58.644+08:00</updated><title type='text'>11 signs u like someone alot!</title><content type='html'>11 signs u like someone alot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ELEVEN:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You walk really slow when you're with them. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(eh....)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TEN:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You feel shy whenever they're around. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(aiyo. *blushing furiously*)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NINE:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You smile when you hear their voice. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(heheheheh. *giggles for the next 10 decades*)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;EIGHT:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you look at them, you can't see the other people around you, you just see him/her. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(because Gorilla/wild boar is too fat)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SIX:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They're all you think about.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; (Porkkkk chop!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FIVE:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You realize you're always smiling when you're looking at them. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(smile anymore and my mouth will be spasming)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FOUR:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You would do anything for them, just to see them. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(ya lor, which includes running down to Tamp after my lazer session at Hougang just to see him for an hour because that idiot fell sick. And the fateful night that i lost a phone. =( )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THREE:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While reading this, there was one person on your mind this whole time. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(*smiles*)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TWO:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You were so busy thinking about that person, you didnt notice number seven was missing &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(actually, i did.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ONE:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You just scrolled up to check &amp; are now silently laughing at yourself. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(this is stupid)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't question my choice of post&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(s)&lt;/span&gt;. i just thought that this was kinda ha-ha-hilarious and cute. There, i do have my girly side at times you know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STOP CALLING ME BAPOK! Otherwise my male alter ego&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; (say hello to Darrell!)&lt;/span&gt; will haunt you till the cows come home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=mooo!=&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13089938-8293465887701351476?l=didaguy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://didaguy.blogspot.com/feeds/8293465887701351476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13089938&amp;postID=8293465887701351476' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13089938/posts/default/8293465887701351476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13089938/posts/default/8293465887701351476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://didaguy.blogspot.com/2007/07/11-signs-u-like-someone-alot.html' title='11 signs u like someone alot!'/><author><name>blueblue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01320641199023882472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Q4R0Hh6_1jo/SI_kOzAIAXI/AAAAAAAAAA4/TrPUmUgvN3U/S220/IMG_1384.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13089938.post-2936372001533704762</id><published>2007-07-01T12:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-01T13:08:07.719+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mice pasta!</title><content type='html'>One sat afternoon, i decided to cook pasta and fudge brownie with vanilla ice...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Porky:&lt;/span&gt; eeee. Not MICE &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(i think he meant NICE) &lt;/span&gt;i don't wanna eat already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MooMoo: &lt;/span&gt;but i didn't add mice into my pasta. then u don't wanna eat already. boo hoo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Porky:&lt;/span&gt; then i'll add you in. =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We caught Transformers last night! Revive the childhood heroes! Can they make a film on Power Rangers next, i wonder? Or do a remake of Lucas' StarWars IV! i wanna see the new Leia Skywalker!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My male alter ego is acting up again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Happy 144th day too! stop laughing at me already. i really thought it was the 7th today! pbbffft.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13089938-2936372001533704762?l=didaguy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://didaguy.blogspot.com/feeds/2936372001533704762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13089938&amp;postID=2936372001533704762' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13089938/posts/default/2936372001533704762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13089938/posts/default/2936372001533704762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://didaguy.blogspot.com/2007/07/mice-pasta.html' title='Mice pasta!'/><author><name>blueblue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01320641199023882472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Q4R0Hh6_1jo/SI_kOzAIAXI/AAAAAAAAAA4/TrPUmUgvN3U/S220/IMG_1384.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13089938.post-5185463280101868054</id><published>2007-06-29T00:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-29T00:48:45.177+08:00</updated><title type='text'>define love.</title><content type='html'>I was googling on organizational conflict&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; (for my OB)&lt;/span&gt; when i found this article, and i just had to post it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;A few years ago, I spoke to a group of high-schoolers about the Jewish idea of love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;"Someone define love," I said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;No response.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;"Doesn't anyone want to try?" I asked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Still no response.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;"Tell you what: I'll define it, and you raise your hands if you agree. Okay?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Nods.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;"Okay. Love is that feeling you get when you meet the right person."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Every hand went up. And I thought, Oy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is how many people approach a relationship. Consciously or unconsciously, they believe love is a sensation &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(based on physical and emotional attraction) &lt;/span&gt;that magically, spontaneously generates when Mr. or Ms. Right appears. And just as easily, it can spontaneously degenerate when the magic "just isn't there" anymore. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You fall in love, and you can fall out of it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"Love is the attachment that results from deeply appreciating another's goodness."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love comes in different forms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Erotic love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Platonic love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Familial love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Puppy love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Romantic love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Unrequited love  &lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;which catergory does your love falls under?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heck, i just realized i've been listening to the SAME song for the past 9 hours.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13089938-5185463280101868054?l=didaguy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://didaguy.blogspot.com/feeds/5185463280101868054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13089938&amp;postID=5185463280101868054' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13089938/posts/default/5185463280101868054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13089938/posts/default/5185463280101868054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://didaguy.blogspot.com/2007/06/define-love.html' title='define love.'/><author><name>blueblue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01320641199023882472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Q4R0Hh6_1jo/SI_kOzAIAXI/AAAAAAAAAA4/TrPUmUgvN3U/S220/IMG_1384.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13089938.post-9080735972659975020</id><published>2007-06-28T09:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-28T09:51:42.298+08:00</updated><title type='text'>=DDDD</title><content type='html'>Tsk Tsk Moo Moo, watch what you blog, else you'll get yourself into unnecessary trouble again...serves you right this time. Why do you always end up hurting people with your words? why can't you be more sensible, and empathize with them, before you say/write anything?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great. Just totally great. The ex will hate you forever now for doing this. First the confession to JJ &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(which you should have just kept my mouth shut),&lt;/span&gt; and now with her wanting the official engagement, you're totally screwed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really sorry, JJ. i'm afraid to blog over at Xanga now, no wonder i always get flamed on my blog(s). I'm sure Porky won't mind me making this my ranting ground, too. heh. At least MY friends don't come here! WHeeeeee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SPeaking of which, Porky is a jinx. He said that i would get sick before exams, and here i am, running a fever! i'm cursed.&lt;br /&gt;I still love my jinx though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i155.photobucket.com/albums/s285/moinksmoinks/DSC00167.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://i155.photobucket.com/albums/s285/moinksmoinks/DSC00167.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A sick Moo is an angry Moo. MooMooMoo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13089938-9080735972659975020?l=didaguy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://didaguy.blogspot.com/feeds/9080735972659975020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13089938&amp;postID=9080735972659975020' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13089938/posts/default/9080735972659975020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13089938/posts/default/9080735972659975020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://didaguy.blogspot.com/2007/06/dddd.html' title='=DDDD'/><author><name>blueblue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01320641199023882472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Q4R0Hh6_1jo/SI_kOzAIAXI/AAAAAAAAAA4/TrPUmUgvN3U/S220/IMG_1384.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13089938.post-2007235925455293922</id><published>2007-06-26T01:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-26T01:20:51.957+08:00</updated><title type='text'>freezing cold</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MooMoo:&lt;/span&gt; The weather's been hot and humid all day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Oinks:&lt;/span&gt; yeah, like me. I'm hawt and i'm Humid the Crab.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MooMoo&lt;/span&gt; : *pauses* You do mean, HERMIT the Crab right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;*silence*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dars is sucha blur fool at times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop sleeping with other guys lah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13089938-2007235925455293922?l=didaguy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://didaguy.blogspot.com/feeds/2007235925455293922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13089938&amp;postID=2007235925455293922' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13089938/posts/default/2007235925455293922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13089938/posts/default/2007235925455293922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://didaguy.blogspot.com/2007/06/freezing-cold.html' title='freezing cold'/><author><name>blueblue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01320641199023882472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Q4R0Hh6_1jo/SI_kOzAIAXI/AAAAAAAAAA4/TrPUmUgvN3U/S220/IMG_1384.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13089938.post-2686635689264398270</id><published>2007-06-24T13:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-24T13:12:03.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'>are you missing me yet?</title><content type='html'>PORKYYYYYYYYYY thanks for coming over last nite just to have dinner with me! at 12am! heh. He says my sesame chicken turned out to be soy sauce chicken because i prolly added a TAD too much soy sauce. hohohoh. I promise i'll do better the next time round and thanks for being a dear and helping me to clear the dishes last nite!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still feel so guilty about you getting blasted by the parents almost every time you're with me. I just think that its kinda unfair for them to make that judgment about you, but then again, maybe they are just upset that you ain't spending enough time with them.Hmmmmmmm. Roars. Start your home confinement next week okays! Maybe i could head over to Tamp and you could sneak down for lunch/dinner with me or something. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pepper Lunch on me on your next book out. To make up for the nags you gotta endure every time you stay over. Tell me what i can do to ease my guilt. Hrumph Hrumph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm studying once i finish with this. And you! time to get up! its 1pm already!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=Moo Moo=&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13089938-2686635689264398270?l=didaguy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://didaguy.blogspot.com/feeds/2686635689264398270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13089938&amp;postID=2686635689264398270' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13089938/posts/default/2686635689264398270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13089938/posts/default/2686635689264398270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://didaguy.blogspot.com/2007/06/are-you-missing-me-yet.html' title='are you missing me yet?'/><author><name>blueblue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01320641199023882472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Q4R0Hh6_1jo/SI_kOzAIAXI/AAAAAAAAAA4/TrPUmUgvN3U/S220/IMG_1384.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13089938.post-247910836685515178</id><published>2007-06-23T20:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-23T20:52:51.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lah lah land</title><content type='html'>have you ever wondered why we always refer the ex-girlfriend/boyfriend as the ex? I mean, why do we no longer refer to them by their names? Do they rank even lower than our friends, or do they still mean something to us in some extend that we hafta refer to them as the ex, as a form of higher status over friends? Do ex-es have their rankings too? For instance, would &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ex No. 1 &lt;/span&gt;play a more important part compared to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ex No. 2&lt;/span&gt;, but definitely lesser than the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;current girlfriend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; (or so we hope)&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmmm. Just something to ponder over. Am gonna stop referring them as the ex-es. It's getting too confusing. What if i forget their names one day? Would i start referring them as "the ex who bought me my first bouquet of flowers" or "the ex whom i lost my virginity to"? Bwah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suffering from constipation. I know this is so un-glam, but this totally sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone's gonna get home confinement next week yo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i155.photobucket.com/albums/s285/moinksmoinks/2007-06-20-02097.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://i155.photobucket.com/albums/s285/moinksmoinks/2007-06-20-02097.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Your Ah-lian Bimbo girlfriend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(note: stop trying to get me to play Para Para!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13089938-247910836685515178?l=didaguy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://didaguy.blogspot.com/feeds/247910836685515178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13089938&amp;postID=247910836685515178' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13089938/posts/default/247910836685515178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13089938/posts/default/247910836685515178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://didaguy.blogspot.com/2007/06/lah-lah-land.html' title='lah lah land'/><author><name>blueblue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01320641199023882472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Q4R0Hh6_1jo/SI_kOzAIAXI/AAAAAAAAAA4/TrPUmUgvN3U/S220/IMG_1384.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13089938.post-7970221565420876513</id><published>2007-06-22T01:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-22T01:45:10.414+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Guess who won in Scrabble again?</title><content type='html'>2 vs 2. It's a draw. I'm catching up, Dars, let's see how you fare this sat. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were walking along ECP when we had this conversation:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MooMoo:&lt;/span&gt; Come to think of it, you never did &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jio&lt;/span&gt; me. So how did we end up together?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Oinks:&lt;/span&gt; 你是自己送上門來的&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Dars can be such'an ass at times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you! Thou you're the biological daddy of Oinks Oinks, but you have no rights to claim him back from the day you gave him to me. So there. go take care of Oinky Oinks &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;la&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time for bed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=cute ass MooMoo=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13089938-7970221565420876513?l=didaguy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://didaguy.blogspot.com/feeds/7970221565420876513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13089938&amp;postID=7970221565420876513' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13089938/posts/default/7970221565420876513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13089938/posts/default/7970221565420876513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://didaguy.blogspot.com/2007/06/guess-who-won-in-scrabble-again.html' title='Guess who won in Scrabble again?'/><author><name>blueblue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01320641199023882472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Q4R0Hh6_1jo/SI_kOzAIAXI/AAAAAAAAAA4/TrPUmUgvN3U/S220/IMG_1384.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13089938.post-9066446267544967855</id><published>2007-06-19T07:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-19T07:39:18.944+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cranky moo</title><content type='html'>stupid pig.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reach home already also don't know how to text me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i thought:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- you got abducted on your way home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-you fainted along the way due to sheer fatigue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-raped. enuff' said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-went to the wrong house&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okays nevermind, maybe its unlikely, but i'm just a lil' cranky this morning. woke up every couple hours to check my phone. pbbbffft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=moo moo=&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13089938-9066446267544967855?l=didaguy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://didaguy.blogspot.com/feeds/9066446267544967855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13089938&amp;postID=9066446267544967855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13089938/posts/default/9066446267544967855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13089938/posts/default/9066446267544967855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://didaguy.blogspot.com/2007/06/cranky-moo.html' title='cranky moo'/><author><name>blueblue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01320641199023882472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Q4R0Hh6_1jo/SI_kOzAIAXI/AAAAAAAAAA4/TrPUmUgvN3U/S220/IMG_1384.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13089938.post-3055430534814999307</id><published>2007-06-18T22:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-18T22:56:37.715+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My new target</title><content type='html'>Pork chop i've got a confession to make....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm infatuated with Wu Fu Kuan, the CSS2 Top 20 Finalist from Mayflower Sec! (Got my aunt to tape down tonite's episode, will watch it later, heard he got the the highest score for tonite!)&lt;br /&gt;He's:&lt;br /&gt;17 (i seriously do not mind the age difference)&lt;br /&gt;bowling captain (woooh wahhhhhhhhhhh)&lt;br /&gt;and hawt hawt hawt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i155.photobucket.com/albums/s285/moinksmoinks/fuk01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 339px; height: 315px;" src="http://i155.photobucket.com/albums/s285/moinksmoinks/fuk01.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: he is so hawt can? i want him!&lt;br /&gt;Mom:First you like that chao gangster who sells carrot cake at the hawker, now you like this chen-wei-lian lookalike, 是男人你都要.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me: heheheh. but i still like my pig pig the best. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My bro says they alight at the same stop from school. From this, i can conclude that either&lt;br /&gt;he stays near the aunt, or across the road, which is near another aunt. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;((Told ya AMK is&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;my territory; i have another aunt staying opp my aunt, above the shophouses))&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to change my jogging route!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bimbotic moment of the day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;**BB (botak boy)! i love youuuuu! I miss you soo much though the last time i've seen you was only 32 hours back. What am i gonna do when you get into command school and confinement for 3 weeks???**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Fu Kuan is fucking hawt! wheeeeeee!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13089938-3055430534814999307?l=didaguy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://didaguy.blogspot.com/feeds/3055430534814999307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13089938&amp;postID=3055430534814999307' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13089938/posts/default/3055430534814999307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13089938/posts/default/3055430534814999307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://didaguy.blogspot.com/2007/06/my-new-target.html' title='My new target'/><author><name>blueblue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01320641199023882472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Q4R0Hh6_1jo/SI_kOzAIAXI/AAAAAAAAAA4/TrPUmUgvN3U/S220/IMG_1384.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13089938.post-2211672886367108594</id><published>2007-06-17T22:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-17T23:38:07.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2 to 1. i lost! boo hoo!</title><content type='html'>Boo Hoo. I lost to you in Scrabble for the 2nd time! I shall thrash you on Wed like i did on last Thurs. You were just LUCKY. pbbfft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can someone please explain to me why does my room looks like a war zone everytime you come?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i155.photobucket.com/albums/s285/moinksmoinks/DSC00154.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://i155.photobucket.com/albums/s285/moinksmoinks/DSC00154.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You suck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss snuggling in bed with you. heh. me, you and oinks oinks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday Blueeeeeees!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=moo moo=&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13089938-2211672886367108594?l=didaguy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://didaguy.blogspot.com/feeds/2211672886367108594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13089938&amp;postID=2211672886367108594' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13089938/posts/default/2211672886367108594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13089938/posts/default/2211672886367108594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://didaguy.blogspot.com/2007/06/2-to-1-i-lost-boo-hoo.html' title='2 to 1. i lost! boo hoo!'/><author><name>blueblue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01320641199023882472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Q4R0Hh6_1jo/SI_kOzAIAXI/AAAAAAAAAA4/TrPUmUgvN3U/S220/IMG_1384.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13089938.post-8639245050323965859</id><published>2007-06-15T14:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-15T15:13:51.261+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TGIF! wheeeeee!</title><content type='html'>i am absolutely turned on (yes, turned on) by the fact that i win you in Scrabbles! Lousy! I broke your record so now you owe me a hundred hugs. You have till the end of your block leave and your time starts now :DDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am still unable to face my mom after Wed night/Thurs morning. hah. This is deffo the worst nightmare ever! Thanks for marking another new event in my life! *sacarsm level hits 100* You will have to take responsibility now! Add another 100 hugs to it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some facts that i discovered in the past month:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;1. its not too hard to get used to your snoring afterall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;2. lock your bedroom doors. Always.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;3. Snuggling in bed with a special one is a fun thing to do, even at 2pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;4. Your room is forever in a mess no matter how many times you go home in a week. Admit that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;5. You're a glutton but i still love you. Tons.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When can i ever get enough of you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=moo moo=&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13089938-8639245050323965859?l=didaguy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://didaguy.blogspot.com/feeds/8639245050323965859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13089938&amp;postID=8639245050323965859' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13089938/posts/default/8639245050323965859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13089938/posts/default/8639245050323965859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://didaguy.blogspot.com/2007/06/tgif-wheeeeee.html' title='TGIF! wheeeeee!'/><author><name>blueblue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01320641199023882472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Q4R0Hh6_1jo/SI_kOzAIAXI/AAAAAAAAAA4/TrPUmUgvN3U/S220/IMG_1384.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13089938.post-5138432435508265826</id><published>2007-06-03T23:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-07T00:10:39.639+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lazy pig</title><content type='html'>im trying hard to study fer OB now, while multi tasking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend has been great. you know i still feel guilty about you not going drinking with your platoon mates last nite, and its partly my fault. my temper gets to me sometimes, and i would say, i was a tad too unreasonable. sorta. thanks for loving me still, and understanding. *grins*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;only 10 more days to your POP. And then it'll be another journey into the many exciting adventures that awaits you in NS life. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry that im sucha blog-whore. as if blogging in my own blog daily isnt enough, i still post private entries (invisible to all =b) at xanga and now im invading your blog. hah. its a miracle if you still remember your password....still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've missed u =DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=moo moo=&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13089938-5138432435508265826?l=didaguy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://didaguy.blogspot.com/feeds/5138432435508265826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13089938&amp;postID=5138432435508265826' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13089938/posts/default/5138432435508265826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13089938/posts/default/5138432435508265826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://didaguy.blogspot.com/2007/06/lazy-pig.html' title='lazy pig'/><author><name>blueblue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01320641199023882472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Q4R0Hh6_1jo/SI_kOzAIAXI/AAAAAAAAAA4/TrPUmUgvN3U/S220/IMG_1384.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13089938.post-8577110338035154098</id><published>2007-05-23T23:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-24T00:12:37.147+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Revival of the missing blogger</title><content type='html'>hi, as of now, Thursday, 24th May 2007, 00:00, Darren Ong Kian Chow's blog is officially revived. Whee! And with me around, there will be at least one post per week, unlike that lazy bum who blogs every 2 years. *Grins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, few blogging tips fer the lazy one:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# Please do not use your ultra short form like "wts 4 dina 2nite?"&lt;br /&gt;# Please use paragraphs. That's what the Enter key is for.&lt;br /&gt;# Please stop blogging like some lovesick 13 yo kid, unless of course, you're lovesick for me, which in this case, the rule will NOT apply&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the 3 commandments, i was browsing through my lyrics gallery when i thought this was the ideal song. At least, for my current mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; If I had to live my life without you near me &lt;br /&gt;The days would all be empty &lt;br /&gt;The nights would seem so long &lt;br /&gt;With you I see forever oh so clearly &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; I might have been in love before  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; But it never felt this strong &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;(at least it feels like this fer me)&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; Our dreams are young &lt;br /&gt;And we both know they'll take us &lt;br /&gt;Where we want to go   &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hold me now &lt;br /&gt;Touch me now &lt;br /&gt;I don't want to live without you   &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing's gonna change my love for you &lt;br /&gt;You ought know by now how much I love you &lt;br /&gt;One thing you can be sure of &lt;br /&gt;I'll never ask for more than your love   &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing's gonna change my love for you &lt;br /&gt;You ought know by now how much I love you &lt;br /&gt;The world may change my whole life through &lt;br /&gt;But nothing's gonna change my love for you   &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; If the road ahead is not so easy,  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Our love will lead the way for us  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Like a guiding star  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;(i just thought this phrase was especially meaningful)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be there for you if you should need me &lt;br /&gt;You don't have to change a thing &lt;br /&gt;I love you just the way you are &lt;br /&gt;So come with me and share the view &lt;br /&gt;I'll help you see forever too   &lt;/p&gt;Ever since we heard this song at Ice3, it seemed so much more meaningful. I never really took notice of this song in the past, maybe because it held no significance fer me. But now it does, and a strong one too. *blush*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you this weekend, oinky oink's owner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=moo moo=&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13089938-8577110338035154098?l=didaguy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://didaguy.blogspot.com/feeds/8577110338035154098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13089938&amp;postID=8577110338035154098' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13089938/posts/default/8577110338035154098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13089938/posts/default/8577110338035154098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://didaguy.blogspot.com/2007/05/revival-of-missing-blogger.html' title='Revival of the missing blogger'/><author><name>blueblue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01320641199023882472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Q4R0Hh6_1jo/SI_kOzAIAXI/AAAAAAAAAA4/TrPUmUgvN3U/S220/IMG_1384.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13089938.post-114435328535554994</id><published>2006-04-07T03:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-07T03:54:45.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I m sorry..</title><content type='html'>Once again.. I made her sad.. cuz of my selfishness.. my stupidity.. my foolishness.. my inability to keep promises..&lt;br /&gt;Had been sleeping since 7pm till now.. doing nothing.. thinking of you..kept waking up time and time..the same song playing again and again.. Been listening to forbidden love and wishes to wishes.. these two songs sure can make someone cry..In the complex human brain of mine.. there were only a few simple things floating inside.. our days together.. our days spend alone.. your smiles.. your cries.. your cheerfulness.. your bitterness.. your beautiful idiot face.. your act cute stupid face..&lt;br /&gt;As i look into the mirror.. i saw a very scary face inside.. the very person in that mirror.. claims he love her alot.. claims he wants to share all his happiness and woes with her.. claims he wun make her upset anymore.. claims he wont break any promise.. you are right.. i am not a man of my word.. i make empty promises.. i take you for granted.. i am not trustworthy.. you are right..you are right..&lt;br /&gt;I am very weak now.. I cant defend myself anymore.. I cant fight back.. I dont have the right to.. I need to cling onto you.. i need you.. please dont go.. I want to tell you how much i love u.. I dont us to be like this.. I dont want anything to happen to us.. I dont wanna fight no more...scold me slap me kick me.. i wont retaliate.. i wont budge.. i will do anything.. please come back..&lt;br /&gt;I have no right to make any promise or apologise now.. all i ask.. is to be by my side.. i need you.. i cant go on without you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please..dont go..&lt;br /&gt;I love you.. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;happy 145th day.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13089938-114435328535554994?l=didaguy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://didaguy.blogspot.com/feeds/114435328535554994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13089938&amp;postID=114435328535554994' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13089938/posts/default/114435328535554994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13089938/posts/default/114435328535554994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://didaguy.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-m-sorry.html' title='I m sorry..'/><author><name>blueblue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01320641199023882472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Q4R0Hh6_1jo/SI_kOzAIAXI/AAAAAAAAAA4/TrPUmUgvN3U/S220/IMG_1384.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13089938.post-114408370614708572</id><published>2006-04-04T00:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-04T01:01:46.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's time to blog..</title><content type='html'>haha..stupid piggy.. so early sleep liao..hmm..take care alrite.. you seem so tired these daes..hmm.. how bout slping in my arms la? haha..no regrets one..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today something stupid happen.. was joggin round the school.. ran to the back of the school and suddenly had a stomachache.. cant really run animore or else the sai will come out ah.. turn back and walk need 15 mins.. walk ahead need 20 mins.. and i hafin lessons in 10mins time...&lt;br /&gt;what to do....?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today something interesting happen.. physics lecturer gave us some inspirational stories to read aft lectures.. he rox la..haha.. I forgot the content of it..maybe i try to get from him.. but there is one part which keeps repeating in my mind.. is that we often tell ourselves we gona do this we gona do that "someday" or "the next time round". Y not we do it now! we do it tomorrow! make it more imminent.. cuz you may not haf the to do it the next time round.. so if u hvn tell your family and friends that you love them..do it now! not someday.. if you hvn do the things that you want wif your loved ones.. find some time and do it soon.. and not rely on "someday" which you know will not happen.. if you hvn been gifing time to your loved ones.. leave everything aside first..and listen to them..tok to them.. bring them out..&lt;br /&gt;So what ya gona do..?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today something bad happen.. Bad weather.. raining so heavily.. imagine people gona have their party outdoors.. people njoyin themselves at the beach.. meetings and events gona be cancelled.. and if you dont have an umbrella.. you're gona get wet..&lt;br /&gt;What to do..?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today something great happen!&lt;br /&gt;I blogged!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you baby..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HA&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;PP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Y &lt;em&gt;1&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;42nd&lt;/em&gt; D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Time for bed..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13089938-114408370614708572?l=didaguy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://didaguy.blogspot.com/feeds/114408370614708572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13089938&amp;postID=114408370614708572' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13089938/posts/default/114408370614708572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13089938/posts/default/114408370614708572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://didaguy.blogspot.com/2006/04/its-time-to-blog.html' title='It&apos;s time to blog..'/><author><name>blueblue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01320641199023882472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Q4R0Hh6_1jo/SI_kOzAIAXI/AAAAAAAAAA4/TrPUmUgvN3U/S220/IMG_1384.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13089938.post-114365590816653805</id><published>2006-03-30T01:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-30T02:11:48.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cant get to sleep..</title><content type='html'>"The more you love a memory, the stronger and stranger it gets. Remembering is only a new form of suffering."- quoted from a wiseman. -adopted from weicong's blog-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;couldnt really get to sleep..hmm.. the buddies know y la..haha... saw this quote in weicong's blog..hmm..duno who the wiseman is..but i reckon it shud b bufan himself..hmm..he love calling himself wiseman..er... but anyway.. think it's quite true sometimes.. quite meaningful..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Human beings as they are called.. grow up in a very unique way individually.. its fate for friends to come together.. its fate for lovers to come together.. when people of different backgrounds can actually meet..and get along with each other.. slowly they becum better friends... good friends.. then buddies.. with lotsa memories to recollect.. the good ones..the unpleasant ones.. all of these shape each person differentially.. and it goes the same for lovers.. they becum love partners.. then they love each other dearly.. they became engaged.. and finally man and woman.. they have great memories together.. loving each other more and more each day.. friendship or "buddiship" i shud sae.. and courtship and marriage.. doesnt just come to a point like that.. it goes on and on and on.. it doesnt just stop somewhere.. and along the way..more memories are stored in our minds.. they impact greatly to our lives.. sometimes even just a quote can change our lives completely.. and the memories go on and on and on..until one day.. u wont be able to walk anymore.. you wont be able to stand anymore.. you know.. it's time..time for you to go.. people say your last breath will b exceptionally long.. for the memories will come rushing back for one last time.. before you enter paradise.. i believe in it.. and i dont wan any regrets during my last expectionally long breath.. cherish everybody around me.. do the things that I like and make me happy.. leave without regrets..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm..it's getting late.. time for bed.. wonder if you all understand what i m saying or not..hmm.. some sudden random questions came into mind.. do most of our dreams really come true...and what will you do..if reality clashes with your dreams.. what would you be really thinking inside your heart and mind.. and if you really do something.. how much will your feelings you feel inside.. and the feelings that you expressed out differ.. i duno about you all.. but the thoughts inside myself seem to be battling against each other.. no definitely answer comes to mind.. i guess simple things seem really complex when you really want to use your heartfelt feelings(really really heartfelt) in the thinking process..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13089938-114365590816653805?l=didaguy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://didaguy.blogspot.com/feeds/114365590816653805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13089938&amp;postID=114365590816653805' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13089938/posts/default/114365590816653805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13089938/posts/default/114365590816653805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://didaguy.blogspot.com/2006/03/cant-get-to-sleep.html' title='cant get to sleep..'/><author><name>blueblue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01320641199023882472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Q4R0Hh6_1jo/SI_kOzAIAXI/AAAAAAAAAA4/TrPUmUgvN3U/S220/IMG_1384.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13089938.post-114361149845949419</id><published>2006-03-29T13:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-29T13:51:38.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Take care baby!</title><content type='html'>hmm..got no time to tink of ani nice post to create..so shall update some tings thats happening lately.. yea.. hmm.. been quite busy with keeping up with my own study, training and social schedule..hahaha.. but dun wori guys..if u all got anything can always find me alright..hmm..i will be glad to hear from you.. yea.. today baby had cross country..haha.. she got a competitor's medal wor..woah! hmmm..well done dear! heh.. see.. if you can overcome yourself.. have a strong mind and complete the race.. u can do it in other aspect as well.. hmm.. Impossible is nothing! ok.. hmm.. believe in yourself.. i trust you can do it.. and i noe we can do it together..but first.. u gotta haf self confidence.. and then try to go about embarking on your hard and long journey.. hmm.. dont b afraid of ani failures or wat..cuz i will stay by you supporting you while you learn from them k..i will stay till you breathe your last alrite.. follow you whereva you go..hmm.. Jiayou!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gona go malaysia on fridae nite..yea.. dont miss me too much ah people..haha.. will be back on sunday.. haha.. sigh..sch's boring.. how i wish i can juz haf the money to employ a home tutor..and study myself at home..no need go sch.. haha.. get all the completed notes from tutor.. study myself at home.. wadeva duno then ask tutor..haha.. so slack..but can achieve my 4As!! haha.. i muz b dreaming la..heh.. gotta work hard! oh.. i see the darks clouding gathering in the sky....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to head for homE!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13089938-114361149845949419?l=didaguy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://didaguy.blogspot.com/feeds/114361149845949419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13089938&amp;postID=114361149845949419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13089938/posts/default/114361149845949419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13089938/posts/default/114361149845949419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://didaguy.blogspot.com/2006/03/take-care-baby_29.html' title='Take care baby!'/><author><name>blueblue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01320641199023882472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Q4R0Hh6_1jo/SI_kOzAIAXI/AAAAAAAAAA4/TrPUmUgvN3U/S220/IMG_1384.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13089938.post-114312669509558132</id><published>2006-03-23T23:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-25T16:28:17.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'>should i...</title><content type='html'>should i just quietly walk away.. or stay on bravely..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y must i do all that..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the wall looks cool...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13089938-114312669509558132?l=didaguy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://didaguy.blogspot.com/feeds/114312669509558132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13089938&amp;postID=114312669509558132' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13089938/posts/default/114312669509558132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13089938/posts/default/114312669509558132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://didaguy.blogspot.com/2006/03/should-i.html' title='should i...'/><author><name>blueblue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01320641199023882472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Q4R0Hh6_1jo/SI_kOzAIAXI/AAAAAAAAAA4/TrPUmUgvN3U/S220/IMG_1384.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13089938.post-114304869911009721</id><published>2006-03-22T23:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-23T21:37:37.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To my baby darling jeanette..</title><content type='html'>This entry is solely for my darling only..so if u all cant take it ah..stay tuned for the next entry..SOON..!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;looking back on what had happened in the past 130 days.. it somehow surprises me that we have come this far.. back then on our first day.. everything seem so sudden.. everything seem to be in a fast-forward motion.. neither did any of us believe that we can go this far back then.. but 4 and a half months.. is consider quite long..judging from way we started.. we only knew for around 3 days.. and woah.. boy oh boy.. wasnt it memorable.. all the memories came flashing back all of a sudden.. i knew i made alot of promises which i didnt keep.. i feel lousy at times too.. it aches my heart.. when i kept saying the same things over and over again.. and each time..i know..the significance of it diminishes.. i guess its in my genes that i need some bad things to happen..before i can really “WAKE UP”.. it applies for everything.. and now.. something almost happen.. but Darren Ong ain’t going to let it happen.. cause what’s in his mind now are the first words that he said to baby jeanette on the very first day they were together.. I won’t be the reason for your tears.. I want you to be happier than I do.. I want to walk hand in hand with you on the green pasture when we grow old.. I want to watch the sunrise and sunsets with you everyday.. I want...~~ so many “I wants..” but yet the things that i do..clashes with what i have in mind.. i hate myself for pulling off such stunts time and time..i hate myself for making you upset everytime.. i am really sorry.. i fail as a boyfriend.. Somehow the things about us just keep coming.. our first day seem like yesterday.. so sweet..so romantic..but in contrast to today..sigh. never will i forget the days when we are together.. you taking care of me..and me taking care of u.. enjoying our private moments and loving lunches and dinners outside.. coming down to Kensington.. Thank you darling.. maybe whatever i say may seem irrelevant and repetitive to you..but to me.. i only have one darling.. and thats you.. if i dont treat u well.. may bad karma fall on me..get struck by lightning or whatever.. well..from this moment onwards.. i gona change myself! i will.. i gona rid all my flaws away.. and replace them with the good ones..the qualities that i need..for you to give your 1000% to me.. no matter what it takes.. i am not afraid..i will really try hard.. and not misuse the chance that i have..trust me darling.. Still remember the dessert house..lets go there soon or something k..i really miss that place..u stupid lao ah ma.. hmm..&lt;br /&gt;i feel so lousy now.. i understand how you are feeling now darling.. its all my fault.. i hope you will forgive me.. i love you baby..&lt;br /&gt;gonna see you on friday! yay! hmm.. i wanna hug my piggy darling forever..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;HAPPY &lt;em&gt;130th &lt;/em&gt;DAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13089938-114304869911009721?l=didaguy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://didaguy.blogspot.com/feeds/114304869911009721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13089938&amp;postID=114304869911009721' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13089938/posts/default/114304869911009721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13089938/posts/default/114304869911009721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://didaguy.blogspot.com/2006/03/to-my-baby-darling-jeanette.html' title='To my baby darling jeanette..'/><author><name>blueblue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01320641199023882472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Q4R0Hh6_1jo/SI_kOzAIAXI/AAAAAAAAAA4/TrPUmUgvN3U/S220/IMG_1384.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13089938.post-114018626485222756</id><published>2006-02-17T21:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-17T22:24:24.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'>YOU FUCKING BASTARD!!!!</title><content type='html'>YOU FUCKING BASTARD!! Cant you treat your girlfriend betta!!!?? how many times must i tell you not to be like tt!!! you simply SUCK la! see la.. now things become like that!! its all YOUR fault! fancy shifting the blame on her just cause you are FUCKING petty and such a LOSER! wah.. no words can be used to describe you liao.. i warn you ah!! u better treat your girlfriend well before she runs awae!! By that time u will FUCKING HELL regret like shit!!! cuz its all your fault la! If i ever see you doing that to her again!! I will beat you up into a pulp... then see whether you will learn or not!! YOU FUCKING BASTARD!! It is the 6543123416 times that you are like that le!! And yet.. time and time.. all you know are words of apologies!! FUCK! this one i also noe..! You wan her to have confidence in you.. change it! FUCKING change it! Damn it..! I hope you have woken up to your senses and take in what i told you ah!! Hmm.. and to his beloved girlfriend.. He really loves you very much.. Dont worry k.. he wont do it anymore again liao.. cuz if that happens ah.. he gona noe my power.. His pettiness will be gone eventually.. so please be patient with him for the time being ok.. but it will be the end soon.. you will never see it ever again!! Fancy having such a good girlfriend like you..only that fucking bastard duno how to cherish.. FUCK! i see liao i also wanna beat him up.. ok.. i will monitor him for you la..haha.. he will change for the  good de.. yea.. haha..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13089938-114018626485222756?l=didaguy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://didaguy.blogspot.com/feeds/114018626485222756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13089938&amp;postID=114018626485222756' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13089938/posts/default/114018626485222756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13089938/posts/default/114018626485222756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://didaguy.blogspot.com/2006/02/you-fucking-bastard.html' title='YOU FUCKING BASTARD!!!!'/><author><name>blueblue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01320641199023882472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Q4R0Hh6_1jo/SI_kOzAIAXI/AAAAAAAAAA4/TrPUmUgvN3U/S220/IMG_1384.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13089938.post-114006540513105383</id><published>2006-02-16T12:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-17T21:22:44.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Valentine's Day!</title><content type='html'>Woah woah woah.. boy.. it was such a day yesterday and on the 14022006.. haha lets start wif valentine's day..hmm.. haha.. went to her school there to gif her the flowers and the pooh bear! (me..) hmm.. she was so happi!! haha... was blushing hor baby? hmm.. heh.. in front of her frens sumore wor..aft tt we went to bishan mos and she went home shortli after.. haha.. she was so hapi...!! hmm.. i met cheelim and went to buy the remaining stuff that i need to make for my pressie..heh.. at tt time.. i still duno wats in store for mi..hmm.. went artfriend at orchard and then reach airport at 930! haha...Darrell's FINALLY LEAVING!! Yay!!! haha.. chengsiong, bear, shanjun, cheelim, Thia and I went to send Darrell off..hmm..the usual 7 around..haha.. had alot of stupid tok..haha.. heh.. it would be good if he DONT come back ah..haha.. wonder how was his valentine's day in the plane.. imagine 2 persons in the aircraft toilet..haha.. then got turbulance.. wah.. both of them shake like shit like tt..haha.. u noe la eh? hmm..&lt;br /&gt;Then yesterday! hmm.. we were suppose to go somewhere.. but.. ended up at my house in the end..haha.. was considered a blessing in disguise..if not i have to carry alot of things home also..haha.. All i have to say to everybody is I enjoy the moments with her! haha.. and i especially enjoyed my third month , 94th day and valentine's day on 15022006! hmm.. i love her..heh.. pity that we never take photos..oh well.. nvm..we shall take tml.. hmm... so if u all wanna noe how was my valentine's day celebration.. well.. it happened on 15022006.. in my house.. she had a big surprise i hope! hmm.. we were quite dramatic.. and yea..it was great.. our love became so much stronger.. hmm..&lt;br /&gt;as for the inside story ah..haha.. onli we noe la.. hmm.. oh yah.. sorry baby too..for.. u noe.. hmm.. sigh.. now gotta go study for physics spa liao..i still got half an hour..haha.. oh well..jiayou orh.. gotta study hard wif my baby liao..yea..and u all out there muz study too..like weicong and chengsiong, bear, shanjun and stil got i duno who la..haha.. hmm.. oh yah.. A great present to end the week will be a victory over Liverpool this weekend..yea.. rock on Man Utd! heh..maybe something dramatic will change in the premiership too..haha.. it will la..hmm.. the ball is round hor? haha.. Best wishes to everybody..! and for the college people.. only 3wks more to holidays!! 1 wk holiday also not bad la..haha.. cherish and njoy it! study hard play hard!! bye bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;HAPPY &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;95th &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;DAY&lt;em&gt;...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13089938-114006540513105383?l=didaguy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://didaguy.blogspot.com/feeds/114006540513105383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13089938&amp;postID=114006540513105383' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13089938/posts/default/114006540513105383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13089938/posts/default/114006540513105383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://didaguy.blogspot.com/2006/02/happy-valentines-day.html' title='Happy Valentine&apos;s Day!'/><author><name>blueblue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01320641199023882472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Q4R0Hh6_1jo/SI_kOzAIAXI/AAAAAAAAAA4/TrPUmUgvN3U/S220/IMG_1384.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13089938.post-113739712565595790</id><published>2006-01-16T15:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-16T15:38:45.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'>boring school life...</title><content type='html'>Finally updating my blog after so long... haha.. am in the hub now.. so called computer room la..yea.. school just ended.. Had Physics tutorial awhile ago.. the teacher is away for a month..so an old old physics tutor took over..walao..i tell you a..his teaching sux ah! haha.. actually not that sucks la..just that he is funny.. haha..and our whole class laughed like shit! especially the guys..haha.. like to talk cock with the teacher.. die liao.. hes teaching us for a month.. i think every physics tutorial is all play and no work..confirm fail..haha.. lucky just for a month.. if not A levels i can see a big EGG for Physics..&lt;br /&gt;Using the comp for awhile before i go to the gym with my friend.. yea.. Gonna have more discipline liao..haha.. spend alot of days planning my schedule.. so must really stick to it liao.. sorry if i cant meet you so often k baby..? hmm..dont worry la..haha.. the things that i plan is sui sui one...wont leave anyone out..hee.. Hope you understand orh..hee.. i know you will la..haha..&lt;br /&gt;Had my second month last saturday..just want to tell my baby that i love her very much.. and i will always be there when she need me ok..even when she dont need me i will also be there..haha.. I wonder will she hor..? hee.. in no time.. Chinese New Year and Valentine's Day are coming.. hmm.. We will then celebrate our third month and our fourth.. and our fifth.. and our... 148501239 months..haha.. so nonsense ah me..heh.. oh well.. gotta go off soon.. Going kensington on Weds..then i can train with mi buddies... this time its serious training yea buddies.. hmm..&lt;br /&gt;K la.. better get going.. I love everyone..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School's not so boring after all..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I LOVE YOU BABY..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;happy &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;64th &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13089938-113739712565595790?l=didaguy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://didaguy.blogspot.com/feeds/113739712565595790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13089938&amp;postID=113739712565595790' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13089938/posts/default/113739712565595790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13089938/posts/default/113739712565595790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://didaguy.blogspot.com/2006/01/boring-school-life.html' title='boring school life...'/><author><name>blueblue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01320641199023882472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Q4R0Hh6_1jo/SI_kOzAIAXI/AAAAAAAAAA4/TrPUmUgvN3U/S220/IMG_1384.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13089938.post-113463865683036897</id><published>2005-12-15T17:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-16T03:15:49.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 1st Month..</title><content type='html'>Gotta make a quick post before i leave for work.. yea..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was my first month with my piggy darling Jeanette! SO HAPPY! hmm.. can be said as my first first month spent with my official girlfriend..hee.. I love you darling.. We spent almost the whole day together yesterday.. fetching her from Bishan..Then she came to my house..cause she had this big bag with her..which is so inconvenient..So we decided to spend our first month at my house..haha.. Wonder if we shall go to the zoo the next month.. Hmm.. Oh well.. We spent a good time at my house.. exchanging presents.. She was touched by my present.. If you all had read Cheelim's blog..hmm.. I bought a puzzle on Monday night.. Its winnie the pooh and piglet..! Both darling and i like de..hmm.. So i made the pressie on Monday midnight.. Tues afternoon and midnight..Hope darling will like it..heh..I really put in alot of effort..Hmm.. After that we spent to have a good dinner..haha.. Then took neoprints! hmm.. SO Happy.. And shes away for a rafting trip after that..Sent her to Woodlands that night before i head for home..Shes gonna be away till Saturday..And Saturday i will be going to Korea from 17th till the 24th.. And then Shes gona be away at KL again from 23rd to 26th or 27th..Oh man.. We will not be seeing each other for two weeks.. Miss her so much.. Even now..though Shes just gone for only 19 hrs.. I miss her alot alot already..She must be enjoying herself now..hmm.. When she comes back..she gona become black black! like me..haha.. Have fun k! k lah..i better make a move first..if not i gona be late agn! heh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will miss my darling..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.boomspeed.com/didaguy/darling4.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.boomspeed.com/didaguy/photos050"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13089938-113463865683036897?l=didaguy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://didaguy.blogspot.com/feeds/113463865683036897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13089938&amp;postID=113463865683036897' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13089938/posts/default/113463865683036897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13089938/posts/default/113463865683036897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://didaguy.blogspot.com/2005/12/happy-1st-month.html' title='Happy 1st Month..'/><author><name>blueblue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01320641199023882472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Q4R0Hh6_1jo/SI_kOzAIAXI/AAAAAAAAAA4/TrPUmUgvN3U/S220/IMG_1384.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13089938.post-113407513750489096</id><published>2005-12-09T04:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-09T04:53:11.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Theatre of Dreamers..</title><content type='html'>For the first time in a decade.. Man U have become the theatre of dreamers to get knocked out of Europe before christmas.. sigh.. they cant even qualify for UEFA cup.. oh well.. they gotta focus on the premiership and FA cup now.. That may be good.. But bad as well.. no prize money..no Europe glory.. ARGH! was watching for awhile yesterday.. slp halfway cuz too tired after work.. Their first half was not very bad though.. but they were threatened at times.. so shaky sia.. no gd.. buy more players to strength the team ah! I want to see a fighting Manchester United after the market close.. The team who scored 2 goals in three minutes to beat Juve to enter the Champions League finals.. Isit Juve or Bayern ah..? haha..fergot liao leh.. hmm..but anyway.. the team which won the treble in 1999! Come on la!&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile Chelsea and Liverpool were once again in the headlines.. with Michael Essien knee-high tackle on Didi Hamann.. And The Special One criticising Rafa for his Kaopeh Kaobu acts at the sidelines.. Bad blood between Liverpool and Chelsea huh.. This weekend's gonna be interesting with Chelsea against Wigan. Though the Northern England club put on a tough battle during their first game against Chelsea..but i think they certainly have no chance this time.. in consideration to Wigan's poor form of two losses in a row.. and Chelsea expectional form of 2 losses in 90 minutes in all games.. and only managing 1 loss and 1 draw from 15 games.. bagging a total of 40 pts from 13 wins and 1 draw..it hasnt been long since Man U beat them.. however 10 goals and 4 clean sheets over the last 4 games spell trouble for Wigan Athletic..and with Robben returning to the squad.. Wigan's gona be in trouble.. oh well.. we shall see..Arsenal vs inconsistent Newcastle. Not sure if Owen will be fit to return.. but if he is.. he's gona wreck trouble to Arsenal like what he did for his ex club Liverpool a few years ago in the FA cup finals.. Arsenal's lack of depth and over reliance on Henry may cause the team troubles if Henry isnt playing well..Imagine if Henry is going to Barcelona..haha.. die.. Liverpool vs Boro. In form Liverpool can sure put up a good fight agnst Boro..but not forgetting Boro are strong in the UEFA cup group stages as well. So both European "giants" and illustrous clubs of England will have a tough battle...With Bolo Zenden facing his former club.. Will the pair of Hasselbaink and Viduka outclass Luis Garcia and still underperformer Peter Crouch? Next Man U against Everton.. Title Race vs Escape from relegation zone.. It is a matter of who is more desperate and more hungry to have the larger share of the pie.. Both managers facing the axe.. so if Sir Alex doesnt win anything this year.. I am sure he will have to bid goodbye.. and if David Moyes doesnt stay clear of relegation zone after xmas.. He too will have to bid goodbye.. Rooney against his former club.. but he will surely be hungry and hunting. Exciting weekend. Ok! enough of football..those slping areadi..haha..please wake up..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is my sixth day at work.. and its getting better! heh... my pay quite little when i work nite..but nvm la..haha.. nxt week can get to work longer hours..hmm.. also need to improve on my soccer as well.. shall do a programme for the week.. hmm..i want to train hard and get into some team when i go NS..hopefully.. oh well.. now i got to train hard first! Anyone free on Saturday? We're gona celebrate Weicong's belated birthday.. thou i gotta leave at 6 for work.. Buddy.. Happy birthday. Hope you enjoyed your birthday with your baby today.. Saturday will be us ok..hmm.. Realise just now while talking to my baby that i will have a very busy christmas ah.. 17th leaving for Korea.. 24th back to Singapore at 8+ or 9+..shortly after that got to chiong out for xmas countdown and celebration. xmas day gotta go for work as they need people. Boxing day 26th.. its a public holiday and i need to work too..festive season.. 27th is the chalet till 29th.. Woo~~ i gotta be prepared for this ah.. after that 31st new yr countdown and celebration. New yr day and 2nd should be working before sch reopen on the 3rd! sigh..i robot liao la.. Ok! gotta go slp now! take care everybody!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yah..i change some things in the links as well..hmm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly I would like to say: &lt;strong&gt;Kick&lt;/strong&gt; racism out of football. Recent football racism and violence news in Italy dont sound very pleasant. Hope things will change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby is still in Malaysia and shes down with fever and sore throat... Sigh.. Cant take care of her.. Must drink more water and take your medicine ok.. Bear with the pain for a few days.. I know it hurts..but I am with you alright.. I understand how you feel.. Miss you dearly darling! Call me right away when you reach home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY 27th Day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13089938-113407513750489096?l=didaguy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://didaguy.blogspot.com/feeds/113407513750489096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13089938&amp;postID=113407513750489096' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13089938/posts/default/113407513750489096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13089938/posts/default/113407513750489096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://didaguy.blogspot.com/2005/12/theatre-of-dreamers.html' title='Theatre of Dreamers..'/><author><name>blueblue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01320641199023882472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Q4R0Hh6_1jo/SI_kOzAIAXI/AAAAAAAAAA4/TrPUmUgvN3U/S220/IMG_1384.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13089938.post-113398225359123317</id><published>2005-12-08T02:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-08T03:09:08.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy birthday weicong!</title><content type='html'>haha..today is my best day at work ah! haha.. finally didnt get scolded at my fifth day at work..haha.. i am getting pro! i treat weicong to sentosa today..haha.. after that went to find cheelim at bugis before i go to work ah..haha.. happy sia..work is good! hmm.. actuali nt bad la.. see those ang moh thank you here thank you there.. very happy..hmm.. still saving for my hp..haha.. its weicong birthday now.. Happy birthday Weicong..! Everybody must wish him ah..haha.. cuming to the end of the yr liao.. if i gt spare money ah.. i treat those birthday areadi past one ok..hm.. but those treat b4 one..haha..sorri ah.. you've got your share liao ah..haha.. only those dont have pressie dont have get treated by me then got ah..haha.. dono if i can stay awake for the match not..feeling kind of tired..hmm.. SEE HOW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;almost 24 hrs since my darling has left Singapore.. Miss her very much..&lt;br /&gt;I love YOU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;H A P P Y&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2 5 t h&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;D A Y...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13089938-113398225359123317?l=didaguy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://didaguy.blogspot.com/feeds/113398225359123317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13089938&amp;postID=113398225359123317' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13089938/posts/default/113398225359123317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13089938/posts/default/113398225359123317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://didaguy.blogspot.com/2005/12/happy-birthday-weicong.html' title='Happy birthday weicong!'/><author><name>blueblue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01320641199023882472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Q4R0Hh6_1jo/SI_kOzAIAXI/AAAAAAAAAA4/TrPUmUgvN3U/S220/IMG_1384.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13089938.post-113372455078084858</id><published>2005-12-05T03:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-05T03:33:24.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Darren..</title><content type='html'>Once there was a boy called Darren. Since he was young.. he loved soccer very much.. started to watch it when he was 4 years old.. and play the sport when he was 6. very much into soccer indeed.. He had wonderful parents who love him very much..and a brother who always disturbs and teases him. They are a happy family together. Darren got enrolled into this neighbourhood primary school called Chongzheng Pri School. He made many friends there.. and was one of the loudest in class. Still innocent and pure..he didnt know what was love and infactuation.. He only knew that he liked this girl..pure child-like love.. He got promoted to Maris Stella High School which he thought was quite unfortunate at first. But instead.. He made many many friends.. He didnt regret going to the school. He loved his friends and his school! The culture and the teachers there! esp his dm. He then began to have his first feeling of love in sec 2. He love this girl for 1.5 years.. and when he finally had to give up.. he was heartbroken.. He punched the wall.. He kick the bin.. He waited aimlessly for long hours.. He was out of love.. Hopeless and lost.. he tried to pick himself up. Someone came along to console him and try to help him along. He began falling for this girl..and they eventually develop love for each other. However due to certain reasons... They stopped contacting each other. It was really a bad experience for him.. and once again he felt lost..He learned alot of things at the end of sec 3...Some good ones..some bad ones.. From the start of sec 3.. He started flirting around..just like the rest of the gang did. Some people were of significance to him.. and some were just passers-by. What sets him apart from the rest is that he had his first official girlfriend later.. He had his first girlfriend at Feb. Unfortunately it only lasted for 1 mth and 2 days.. Another girl came along during April.. But however the relationship only lasted for 1 week and 2 days.. He was sorry but he really didnt like the girl..Predictions were that his next relationship will last for 1 day and 2 hours.. how bad.. A number of girls came in and out of his life since then..In addition..that year was the year for his olevels.. He met his girl who lives 1 km away from him during August.. It was only till October that they got intimate..They didnt work out either.. And once again..Darren was out of love.. It kind of affected his studies as he was still hurt emotionally... Olvls past very quikly and Darren was again back to TS business after Olevels.. He felt better after having to deal with the emotional setbacks he suffered before his major exams.. He had a fun time in the 2mth holidays.. During the holiday.. He didnt really meet any suitable girl.. till December when he met his girl whom he got quite close to.. It must have been Darren's fault to stop contacting her.. But he seriously think they were unsuitable but he did not know how to put it across.. Or maybe Darren were too concerned with looks.. Darn him.. So after 3 years of dealing love.. He felt that he was actually quite immature when it comes to dealing with matters of the heart.. so he vowed to change when he reaches Junior College a year later.. He came to Victoria Junior College.. his dream school at first..only to find that he didnt really like the school.. and it wasnt as perfect as people portrayed it to be.. oh well.. He started to know alot of girls.. Ponning lessons and walking out of school just to talk to girls..hmm.. Flirting is all he can do i suppose.. But actually he was searching for the right girl there.. Maybe people may think that hes flirtacious and despo and buaya.. But actually he was only crapping around and waiting for a girl to come at the right time thats all.. His best buddies who always hang out with him will know that Darren is someone who craps with girls..flirt with girls that he see.. But actually very devoted and faithful when really in love. Three months of loneliness.. And he sets foot onto Temasek Junior College.. His buddies started to get attached.. one by one.. He became the treasurer of Bachelor Club.. Off goes his flirting antics again.. And this time.. He thought he found his love... His "relationship" with this girl was sort of on and off at times.. They didnt get into a relationship..cause this girl was attached.. but he didnt mind.. he waited.. and waited.. and tried to impress her in school..sending her home.. compromise with her.. plucking up all his courage to admit his feelings.. Consoling her..and things like that.. I must say.. He really learn alot.. alot alot.. about understanding.. being magnimous.. he knew he had to give up.. And that took him a struggle of 3mths before he could completely give her up.. He assure himself that his next girlfriend will be loved by him alot alot alot.. He want to give her complete hapiness and minimal pressure and maximum freedom! All this while.. He was searching for the right girl.. And when he thought he had found the right girl in the year 2005..his hopes were dashed.. Every weekend throughout the year of 2005.. He would be strolling along town with his buddies.. till late.. and every weekend.. he would feel lonely.. envious of the couples around him.. He longed for a girlfriend to love.. and to be loved.. but it never happen.. also.. girls who dont know him well enough.. would never like him for his flirting antics.. but they dont know what lies beneath the heart of Mr Darren Ong Kian Chow..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the 8th of November.. He met this lovely girl online.. He must say.. that wasnt the only girl that he was contacting at that time though..so he was thinking.. eh.. quite a cute girl.. hmm.. he is interested to make friends with her.. with still a million girls in his mind.. They arrange to meet on the 10th.. Their first meeting was as if they knew each other for long.. They were comfortable with each other.. and had some accidental intimate contact at times.. After that day.. He had only one thing in his mind.. Is this girl interested in him...? cause he kind of like that girl..but dont know whether she felt the same not.. His contacts with other girls became fewer.. and his attention was diverted to almost one girl only.. They met again the next day..And he was touched when she actually came all the way from Woodlands to Simei just to accompany him to the hospital.. One thing on his mind.. He will make this girl his.. but not so soon yet.. cause he still want to know her even more.. before poping the question.. but it was quite certain that he wanted her to be his girlfriend.. They met again on the 14th.. This time..the girl was uncertain about Darren.. whether he was serious.. or whether he was just flirting as usual.. So an unexpected proposal came out from his mouth.. Looking at her eyes.. He said.. "I, Darren Ong Kian Chow.. would take Ms Jeanette Mok Shuang Wei as my girlfriend.. in times of hapiness or sadness.. in times of ill or sickness.. in times of rich or poor.. I will love her all my life.. with all I could.. till eternity.." "So would you, Ms Jeanette Mok Shuang Wei.. take Mr Ong Kian Chow Darren as his boyfriend.. in times of hapiness and sadness.. in times of ill or sickness.. in times of rich or poor.. You will love him all your life.. with all you could..till eternity.." And she nodded! and said "I do I do!" He was happy! joyful! and put a can ring(last minute one..) on her finger.. They spend happy times together.. Never one time did he recall that they had sad meetings.. only just some occasionally quarrels which was over after a short period of time.. Though they took off very quickly.. but he really loved her alot.. alot alot.. All the meetings.. The one in Bugis.. The one at his place.. The day they got together.. The sentosa trip.. The trip to watch him play soccer at Kensington.. The swimming day they had in Kensington.. The day when they went out for the first time to PS and had their first neoprint taken.. The chalet.. The trip to town and to Airport.. which was on Saturday.. He certainly love her alot.. And loving her more each day..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darling.. I want to tell you that I really love you more than anyone else does.. and nobody will take me away from you..nobody.. I will hold on to you..and i wont leave you.. never will we leave each other as promised..I can assure you nobody can break us up.. and our love will get even deeper each other.. Eventually.. We can completely accept each other's shortcomings and love each other's good points.. Look more on the good points darling.. I really love you..And i can do anything for you.. Missing you dearly..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;HAPPY TWENTY-SECOND DAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13089938-113372455078084858?l=didaguy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://didaguy.blogspot.com/feeds/113372455078084858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13089938&amp;postID=113372455078084858' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13089938/posts/default/113372455078084858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13089938/posts/default/113372455078084858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://didaguy.blogspot.com/2005/12/darren.html' title='Darren..'/><author><name>blueblue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01320641199023882472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Q4R0Hh6_1jo/SI_kOzAIAXI/AAAAAAAAAA4/TrPUmUgvN3U/S220/IMG_1384.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13089938.post-113303478945062949</id><published>2005-11-27T03:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-08T03:11:27.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'>so late now!</title><content type='html'>Haha.. i realise i am really lazy to take photos on my digicam and upload it on the comp.. haha.. been seeing thia doing it..but i am really lazy leh..haha.. i want to upload pics too..haha.. okok.. i shall find the time to do it tomorrow then.. hmm.. didnt watch much of the match today..hmm.. but i shall still do my homework.. so that i can succeed on &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;K&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;! haha..if you know what i mean la.. oh well.. hmm..its so late now.. Dgoh's going to cruise tomorrow.. hope he has fun.. Cheelim is still overseas.. Am still MISSING him..haha..Cheelimmmm~~~~ limm.. limm.. where are you.. haha.. BU FAN!! why are you also gone sia.. go kelong fishing.. nv jio..haha.. and next wk yiheng is going to US..haha.. cool~ then shortly after hes back.. i will be going KOREA! haha.. looking forward sia..hmm.. being a few years since I have been on a plane leh.. later i tio the BERGKAMP syndrome how..haha..i dont know whats the syndrome call la..haha.. lucky now i still got my darling to pei me.. haha.. and some buddies..yea.. brothers jiu shi brothers.. darling jiu shi darling.. darling bu shi brothers.. brothers bu shi darling.. ok.. never mind..i know what you all are thinking..haha.. been working these days as well.. tired ah..haha.. ok la.. ai kun liao! tomorrow dont know want to go &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;SITEX&lt;/span&gt; or go &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;BAD BOYZ TOYS&lt;/span&gt;..haha.. got so many BAD BOYZ things..haha.. girls la.. cars la.. fhm la..haha.. see liao *eyes flower flower* ah..haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sang a song for my baby today..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;我想了十几个夜晚 我想我一直都在想&lt;br /&gt;什么是完美的感动 我想到开始头痛&lt;br /&gt;你说不定也是一样 想要爱却害怕遗憾&lt;br /&gt;你说不定也很希望 我可以比你勇敢&lt;br /&gt;躺在星空下的草地上 心事全都摊开让你看&lt;br /&gt;满天星星张大眼睛盯著我&lt;br /&gt;想要说 任他们说他们看 我都不管&lt;br /&gt;我只要 宣布爱你的人就是我&lt;br /&gt;对 没有错 就是要 简简单单就是我 爱你 爱我 不需要罗嗦&lt;br /&gt;我想了十几个夜晚 我想我一直都在想&lt;br /&gt;什么是完美的感动 我想到开始头痛&lt;br /&gt;你 说不定也是一样 想要爱却害怕遗憾&lt;br /&gt;你 说不定也很希望 能和我交个朋友&lt;br /&gt;躺在星空下的草地上 心事全都摊开让你看&lt;br /&gt;满天星星张大眼睛盯著我&lt;br /&gt;想要说 任他们说他们看 我都不管&lt;br /&gt;我只要 宣布爱你的人就是我&lt;br /&gt;对 没有错 就是要 简简单单就是我 爱你 爱我 不需要罗嗦&lt;br /&gt;躺在星空下的草地上 心事全都摊开让你看&lt;br /&gt;满天星星张大眼睛盯著我&lt;br /&gt;想要说 任他们说他们看 我都不管&lt;br /&gt;我只要 宣布爱你的人就是我&lt;br /&gt;对 没有错 就是要 简简单单就是我 爱你 爱我 不需要罗嗦&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moral of the song...: I LOVE YOU&lt;br /&gt;haha.. its just so easy..hmmm.. oh well good night everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;baby.. &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"&gt;HAPPY FOURTEEN DAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13089938-113303478945062949?l=didaguy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://didaguy.blogspot.com/feeds/113303478945062949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13089938&amp;postID=113303478945062949' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13089938/posts/default/113303478945062949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13089938/posts/default/113303478945062949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://didaguy.blogspot.com/2005/11/so-late-now.html' title='so late now!'/><author><name>blueblue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01320641199023882472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Q4R0Hh6_1jo/SI_kOzAIAXI/AAAAAAAAAA4/TrPUmUgvN3U/S220/IMG_1384.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13089938.post-113276147373198699</id><published>2005-11-23T23:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-23T23:58:57.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'>job hunting part II</title><content type='html'>Went sentosa with my darling yesterday! Haha..we picnic under the rain! heh.. it was fun eh..especially the moments when we were fighting.. i love you baby..! Never mind.. we shall go sun tan and play under the sun another day k..hmm.. then i can see your bikini liao! haha.. bleh.. =p&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.. went job hunting again.. But this time..i went alone..haha.. Had interviews after interviews.. Shall write where i went today.. first i went to east coast park to apply for a waiter.. after that went to east coast rd to apply for another waiter position! haha.. after that chiong cab down to suntec ah... went for two interviews before to Ben &amp;amp; Jerry's there to ask if they want part time staff.. NO! is the answer..haha.. but not bad leh there..got three chio bu..woohoo~ haha.. dgoh wanted to work there too..heh..but aww man..too bad..hahahaha.. After that i went to beach rd! Wanted to apply for a part time pastry asst at the delifrance office there..but argh~ no more.....boohoo.. ok nvm.. i chiong down to bugis junction in the hope of looking for one at billy bombers and california fitness... NOOOOOOO!!! haha.. dont have leh..heh.. After that went to Sim Lim..Write my particulars down then zao liao..haha.. Was prepared to hail a taxi to get to prinsep st when i actually saw the prinsep st road sign in front of me..haha..oopz.. didnt know beach road, middle road and prinsep st are actually linked..haha..i thought they were some distance away..haha.. bugis and dhoby ghaut arent that far anyway.. hmm.. At prinsep st..went for interview at the board games cafe.. heard from banana about the cafe..haha.. it looks quite cool.. new concept..i like! hmm..next time shall bring my darling go play board/mind games..haha.. show her how toot she is and how intelligent her bf is..haha.. ok.. after that.. straightaway chiong to SENTOSA! haha.. apply as a waiter at sijori resort..which i am going to -work tomorrow.. 7-3 ah..must sleep now liao..hmm.. last station.. ngee ann city! haha.. went to get my time sheet from the agency.. need to work this sat from 6-10..beer promoter ah.. who want to booze! come forward and buy my beer! Drink already become strong! haha..at aljunied there..hmm.. maybe after that go "break"..haha.. then go lip ah! haha.. nah.. no fun..there only see kuay bu.. so sian~~ haha..ok la..must go sleep liao..or else tomorrow i get fired ah! haha..reach sentosa by 645..wah..early sia..hmm.. ok goodnight everyone! will be at justin's house to swim with my darling tomorrow..oopz..i mean at my house..haha.. cheelim going overseas... gona miss him ah..! walao..y didnt he bring me with him sia.. tao yan...~~~ haha.. ok..crap.. gdnite everyone! wo yao shui jiao liao!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Happy tenth day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13089938-113276147373198699?l=didaguy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://didaguy.blogspot.com/feeds/113276147373198699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13089938&amp;postID=113276147373198699' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13089938/posts/default/113276147373198699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13089938/posts/default/113276147373198699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://didaguy.blogspot.com/2005/11/job-hunting-part-ii.html' title='job hunting part II'/><author><name>blueblue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01320641199023882472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Q4R0Hh6_1jo/SI_kOzAIAXI/AAAAAAAAAA4/TrPUmUgvN3U/S220/IMG_1384.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13089938.post-113259392092306171</id><published>2005-11-22T01:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-22T01:25:21.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'>job hunting!</title><content type='html'>Haha.. long time since i post.. i shall start from now..hmm.. continue with blogging business..haha..people.. please tag k..hmm.. suppose to have self training for soccer today.. but right leg was still very bruised..no support..argh..i am always giving excuses for myself..shall start to train tomorrow..hmm..muznt push any further!! must have discipline DARREN! hmm..went job hunting with thia today..he noob la he..went to the female toilet to pee..haha.. was laughing non stop la.. stupid thia..went to city hall, raffles place, orchard and tanjong pagar for lots of interviews today..but didnt have not decide on a job..hmm..tomorrow then ask thia..maybe i may help my cousin out at the florist shop where she works in..hmm.. see how..had a very tiring day travelling ah..haha..and tomorrow i am going to sentosa with my darling! heh.. hmm..we found out that we have telepathy between us..its always so coincidental..or should i call fate and destiny? haha.. k la..better go sleep now..shall add more links on my blog tomorrow..yea.. need to wake up early for my self training too! ahh! i must improve on my soccer, my fitness and everything! hmm.. chicken little for all of you..haha.. its gona be nice i guess..i will be watching it..hmm.. good night everyone..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darling.. &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Happy Eighth Day&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13089938-113259392092306171?l=didaguy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://didaguy.blogspot.com/feeds/113259392092306171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13089938&amp;postID=113259392092306171' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13089938/posts/default/113259392092306171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13089938/posts/default/113259392092306171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://didaguy.blogspot.com/2005/11/job-hunting.html' title='job hunting!'/><author><name>blueblue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01320641199023882472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Q4R0Hh6_1jo/SI_kOzAIAXI/AAAAAAAAAA4/TrPUmUgvN3U/S220/IMG_1384.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13089938.post-112569018951395490</id><published>2005-09-03T02:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-03T03:43:09.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Marist are always together!</title><content type='html'>yo! haha..my post may come a little late la..cause i have been quite busy la..so try to find time to update lo..hmm.. just reach home from town..was actually suppose to go clubbing..but some things crop up la..so in the end didnt club..but went town instead with cheelim to play arcade..ahh man! can complete the time crisis de..if not for my tired hands..never mind..i will train hard on that man..aniway today nice meetin pauline and jamie..hmm.. we shall go chiong again after exams alright? hmm..&lt;br /&gt;Teachers Day Eve!! 31st sept.. pon sch went back to maris stella..i wun regret ponning..cause i just love maris stella alot.. remember the times when i first came into the school for registration..i was like what the **** is this school...how come surrounded by so many cemetries and crematorium sia...first thing in my mind was ghost!!! ahhh!! haha... then discovery camp got lotsa memories... flying pillow..think weicong and yiheng will remember this forever..i was a part of ok..haha..then went to toilet with christopher, wuhao, xing kai, weicong and justin...went to explore ghost too! haha...remember? hmm..then we started playing basketball everyday in school in school shorts!! haha..sometimes will go play cs with thia weicong zhuba they all.. with the hokkien version...then there were some times one big gang of 14+ people go play together.. all different class ah..haha.. banana la..zhuba..thia.. justin..mi.. lots and lots ah..the highlights of sec1 were vague.. with ms lam and mr POH! forming the most memorable part in sec 1..and i still remember darrell shit in class!!! hahahahaha!! oh yah..i m sure all of you wont forget mandy tan also..hmm.. sec2.. we began to look at girls..the girls next to our school..cedar..haha.. we started to know what is ibs..and started camping there..and suddenly almost every member in the gang got involved with cedarians..and for mi..i fell in love with one too.. hmm.. basketball was still played together..but not everyday anymore... cause the most beloved kensington football club was formed! it was first started by a few people only.. mi justin trevin ivan weicong banana mervyn...and others who were not in the team came to play..like randall ryan and wuhao! it was only confined to most 2A people at first.. wun ferget the bowling games that we played.. one person can bowl $40 de..haha.. from morning 10am to 7pm sia.. mi bear trevin weicong thia were the common ones.. and everytime at amk de... then big grps of bowling mates form.. a group of 14 sometimes..and a mini competition started..come sec3.. everybody got more experience in love liao.. relationships start to turn sour.. some relations between marist and cedarians broke up.. new ones started.. people from 2a splits to 3a, b and c.. people thot the gang would just end like that..but no.. the gang became bigger instead.. more people started to join kfc.. and knowing more people better.. yenhao, gerald, cheelim, chengsiong, dgoh, dchen, junlong and alot more la..forgot liao.. more people flock kensington park.. friday afternoon kensington will always be missed.. the T.S business started.. and more places to hang out.. everyday 3a will wait for 3b to be dismissed... then first thing to do...TOILET!! haha.. i think the place that we miss most in maris stella is the toilet.. all 10+ people there style hair.. then after that decide whether want to go bowling or go eat or walk walk.. places that we often go.. orchard, PS, J8, heartland mall, toa payoh, ang mo kio.. more places to bowl.. textile centre, heartland bowling, amk bowling, cine bowling, civil service club in the later part.. marina sq and marina bay bowl.. darrell's club raffles marina bowl.. more slackers arise..pon cca pon class pon afternoon lessons pon holiday lessons never do homework never pass up homework.. sec4.. olvls.. everyone seems to be having a hard time coping with studies.. but the gang never feels a lot of stress though.. it continue to play and play and play...every friday is still kensington football.. every other week day is still going to the places to slack and play.. everyday seems so fun.. so carefree... so much more different than now.. prelims coming..olevels coming.. love start to fall apart.. the once very "gam" marist and cedarians become hostile after sec4.. no wonder during sec1 i keep hearing news on bad blood between cedarians and marist when i didnt feel any at that time.. it will until sec4 then u will know the whole story.. although the time of being a marist is ending soon..but people still didnt really bother.. many of us still didnt like the school that much.. then in the blink of an eye.. life of a sec4 has ended! and people began to miss each other.. i started to feel so much for maris stella...never did i know that i love maris stella that much... nt during sec1 nt sec2... its till the very last moment when you know the journey in maris stella has ended..i think most of you will feel this way too..people then go to jcs and polys.. but still get together.. the gang is still so bonded.. so close..&lt;br /&gt;No one will forget the teachers that taught us.. the teachers that scolded us and love us.. the icon of school Denis Koh! the basketball courts which always have broken boards.. Brother Chanel's statue which we had danced around during Marist Youth Day(memorable huh~~) the song shuo ai ni by jolin..the imacs which cost 1 MILLION!! and we hardly use it.. the canteen which always has chicken bones thrown by people! the canteen bell.. the canteen BOY!! the school hall.. QIN MIAN ZHONG YONG.. the kensington times.. the T.S times.. the bowling times.. the toilet times.. the tok cock and stoning times.. the chases in schools..the fights in school..(esp Weicong and Ah liao..classic~)... the 1.98m giant in school.. "cupper"...the raider times.. the chalet times!!(definitely memorable..) and many more...i dont think i can list them all down.. the memories with the gang is definitely alot alot alot alot more.. and i am sure there are lots to come.. yea.. brothers will always be brothers.. we have stand together in hard times.. showed love and concern for each other.. we will always be together.. thank you brothers..i love you all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once a marist..always a marist.. remember to appear in the nxt band concert guys..hmm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shall name everyone i can remember.. cheelim weicong chengsiong trevin justin thia dgoh dchen darrell yiheng kahwoon sandy gerald yenhao mervyn randall bear shanjun hoeseng weekang jason junlong banana zhuba ivan bingrong gwankwee chixiong david...and i cant remember liao.. er..if i leave out any please tell mi ok.. i love you all brothers! we r always together..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Q4R0Hh6_1jo/SI_kOzAIAXI/AAAAAAAAAA4/TrPUmUgvN3U/S220/IMG_1384.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13089938.post-112381165144929323</id><published>2005-08-12T09:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-12T23:16:37.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i love...i hate...</title><content type='html'>i love the way you give me courage..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate the way you took it away from me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the way you give me hope...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate the way you dash it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love when i see you everyday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate when i don't get to see you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love when we laugh together...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate when we could just manage a smile...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love when i could buy you even the smallest things in the world...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate when you don't accept it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love when i could make you happy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate when i could do nothing to make you happy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love when you shed tears of joys...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate when you shed tears of pain...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love when we are so close together...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate when we are so near yet so far...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love when i could send you home..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate when you feel empty and lonely when you go home yourself..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love when I could ask you out..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate when i was disappointed time and time..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love when i dream of us being together..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate when i wake up alone in bed knowing that you're never mine...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the way you act cute when you're feeling "pissed"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate the way you flare up cause you're really pissed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the way we "fight" and "insult" each other..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate when we would not be able to do it again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the way you play the piano through the phone..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate when I know that will be the last time i hear you play..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love when I could love you with 101%..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate when I have to choose to give up..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love when we sms each other from day to night..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate when we don't do that anymore...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love to hear you say goodnight..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate when no one wishes me goodnight other than myself...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love your presence with me through the night..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate your absence from this moment onwards...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love when you could be my awakening and sleeping pill..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate when i only force myself to sleep and wake up..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love your pigginess..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love your cuteness...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love your nottiness...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13089938-112381165144929323?l=didaguy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://didaguy.blogspot.com/feeds/112381165144929323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13089938&amp;postID=112381165144929323' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13089938/posts/default/112381165144929323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13089938/posts/default/112381165144929323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://didaguy.blogspot.com/2005/08/i-lovei-hate.html' title='i love...i hate...'/><author><name>blueblue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01320641199023882472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Q4R0Hh6_1jo/SI_kOzAIAXI/AAAAAAAAAA4/TrPUmUgvN3U/S220/IMG_1384.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13089938.post-112357166014124085</id><published>2005-08-09T14:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-09T15:28:33.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wher to go.....</title><content type='html'>Its national day! Happy birthday Singapore! Have been going out for the past few days...song ah! hah...Friday went waterfront there...then saturday go ti qiu..at night chiong out! 2am then reach home...hope chengsiong is feeling better..he lost his k750i...aww man..never mind bro! money can earn back de! the brothers are behind you! sunday went out to slack with cheelim...talk talk and talk...yesterday national day celebration in school...actually wanted to go back to maris stella..but very few wanted to go back..then never go back...wait till one day more people then we go back together la...really miss the life back at maris stella lo...the bad boy culture...the slack life everyday after school...the celebration yesterday damn crap la...i was so high...waiting for the national day songs to be played..then in the end leh..the SC perform the dance...and the VP just spoil everything..walao...might as well play the video that Taufik and Rui En sing...stop acting as if you know how to sing la...go up there xia suay only..the whole song i think he wasnt even singing anything...watthe..the SC also abit screwed la..want people to sing then ask people go practise first la...the worst thing is that performance was the last item for the celebration...then NO national day songs to sing! what crap..this is even worse than my primary and secondary schools sia...i still remember last time the gang used to sing very very loud de..then in primary school we even stand up ourselves to sing and dance sia..and the most stupid thing is that they actually shouted the TJ cheers and dance mass dance instead...watthe hell..its national day leh...u do this type of things..school cheers and mass dance you can do on any joyous occasion in the school what..but national songs only once in a year leh..don't tell me you're gona play reach out for the skies or we will get there during teachers' day or college day? if you agree..then you better be playing that on teachers' day or college day or whatever joyous occasion la..lousy SC...plan these stuff just cause its your job to do it...you dont even do it with your heart...no wonder people say TJ SC cant make it..i agree to the extreme ah..and for this i give you two _!_s ! make me so dulan yesterday...knn&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday after celebration went to marina bay with rachel..the carnival @ marina seems fun...quite alot of people also..but we didnt go there la..we went to the beach instead...hmm..intend to go today...actually wanted to ask &lt;strong&gt;her&lt;/strong&gt; out today since she's free..but till now &lt;strong&gt;she&lt;/strong&gt; didnt even reply me nor answer my call...and now &lt;strong&gt;her&lt;/strong&gt; hp is off...aww sian..ferget it la..shall chiong out with my xiong di if they are free...if not then i chiong alone lo..sian~dont't wanna miss tonite's fireworks as well...really hope &lt;strong&gt;she&lt;/strong&gt; can somehow get my message and come out..then we can go gai gai together...but i guess it's 0.0000000015465432168465% chance la.. suan le..don't know what the carnival @ marina has in store for me..hmm..want to go check it out...it will end on the 14th i think..yah..either go today..if not then go on sunday...cause got fireworks too! hmm...one day i will bring my girlfriend to malaysia..then the two of us shall spend quiet days and nights at a quiet place in malaysia..at the same time buy fireworks..and set it up the sky...it will be nice i guess...will it be &lt;strong&gt;you&lt;/strong&gt;? hmm..going out now le...hope she will reply soon bah...&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday Singapore!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13089938-112357166014124085?l=didaguy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://didaguy.blogspot.com/feeds/112357166014124085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13089938&amp;postID=112357166014124085' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13089938/posts/default/112357166014124085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13089938/posts/default/112357166014124085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://didaguy.blogspot.com/2005/08/wher-to-go.html' title='wher to go.....'/><author><name>blueblue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01320641199023882472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Q4R0Hh6_1jo/SI_kOzAIAXI/AAAAAAAAAA4/TrPUmUgvN3U/S220/IMG_1384.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13089938.post-112222875359411693</id><published>2005-07-25T02:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-25T02:12:33.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the past week...</title><content type='html'>the past week has been quite a number of ups and downs...there are times when i had very happy times with her..and there are times when i felt sad with her..i dont know why but i seriously think that he is really a loser...i keep complaining about him 24/7...keep telling my buddies around me how loser he is...how gu niang he is...all he does is to make her sad...make her cry..cant you treat her better...hai...hurts me to see her like that...please la ok..please...treat her well..give her the hapiness that you can give her..coax her with all the romantic antics that you have...start from today...your DAY 1 shall be today..now i reali hope u can see this entry...see how bad are you to her..see how unfeeling you are towards her..ask yourself...have you done enough..are you even worthy to have her..i sincerely plead with you...treat her better...i promise to give up if u do that...i promise......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hai...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheelim's going for obs..hah..hope he has fun there...heh..go there know mei mei wor..? hah..if he dares i dont think he will make it back to main island ah..hah..the "red ball" is veri powerful eh? heh..&lt;br /&gt;Finally saw weicong after so many weeks sia..haha..dont sio hun ki liao la..hah..it's bad ah..hah.. BRIDGE! played bridge with him..chengsiong..cheelim and kahwoon in town on sat nite..hah..funi eh..we go orchard to play bridge..hah..our gang is just so anti climax la..hah..&lt;br /&gt;Promos coming in 9-10 wks ah...think alot of people are quite frantic now...hmm..jiayou ah people..u all can de! must start studyin and pia ok! my promos end on my big day..hah..if you all end on the same day or earlier than me..then we can go chiong on that day liao ah! ton la on bo..heh..certainly...i hope that &lt;strong&gt;you&lt;/strong&gt; will be there as well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its Day 8 for me today...and i think i have been doing fine...with my studies..with my family...they are really understanding and great..my buddies..havent seen some of them fer some le..we shall meet up soon ok...and with &lt;strong&gt;you&lt;/strong&gt;...It really makes me happy to see &lt;strong&gt;you &lt;/strong&gt;smiling...especially when i am the reason for your smiles...The past week has been enjoyable sending &lt;strong&gt;you&lt;/strong&gt; home...talking to &lt;strong&gt;you&lt;/strong&gt; on the bus...waiting for &lt;strong&gt;you &lt;/strong&gt;to finish your stuff..so that we can go home together...and also &lt;strong&gt;you&lt;/strong&gt; waiting for me to finish playing soccer...hahah...i really didnt expect &lt;strong&gt;you&lt;/strong&gt; to wait for me..anyone can see that of the four months that we know each other...our relationship the past week is exceptionally close...how i wish the days like this could stay on forever...but still..i have to spare a thought for &lt;strong&gt;you&lt;/strong&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont know how long we can stay on like this...But like what i told &lt;strong&gt;you&lt;/strong&gt;..i am still climbing the mountain...i will endure the pain...and keep climbing...till the day when i conquer the mountain...and only miself is on the top of it...seems hard..but i will perservere...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though i dont quite understand the meaning of the sentence &lt;strong&gt;you&lt;/strong&gt; said at the end of the conversation just now...have &lt;strong&gt;you&lt;/strong&gt; really thought it through...or is it cause of the different "&lt;strong&gt;YOU&lt;/strong&gt;"s that &lt;strong&gt;you &lt;/strong&gt;saw in the past entry...these two thoughts seem to be battling by themselves in my mind...they are still at war now...but i just want to tell &lt;strong&gt;you&lt;/strong&gt; that &lt;strong&gt;you&lt;/strong&gt; will always be my "one and only"...and i will still try hard no matter what..till the day &lt;strong&gt;you&lt;/strong&gt; agree to go out with me...till the day when we could do all the cute and fun things together... till the days we could lie down on the fields and see stars with each other...till the day &lt;strong&gt;you&lt;/strong&gt; say &lt;strong&gt;YES&lt;/strong&gt;.....sounds hard huh... well.. "you dont call me darren for nothing.."...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;getting late..think i should just wrap up and go to bed...goodnight everyone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Shall &lt;strong&gt;we&lt;/strong&gt; go for a movie?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13089938-112222875359411693?l=didaguy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://didaguy.blogspot.com/feeds/112222875359411693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13089938&amp;postID=112222875359411693' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13089938/posts/default/112222875359411693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13089938/posts/default/112222875359411693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://didaguy.blogspot.com/2005/07/past-week.html' title='the past week...'/><author><name>blueblue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01320641199023882472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Q4R0Hh6_1jo/SI_kOzAIAXI/AAAAAAAAAA4/TrPUmUgvN3U/S220/IMG_1384.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13089938.post-112122699218438938</id><published>2005-07-13T11:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-13T11:56:32.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'>chiong hard!!</title><content type='html'>hah...seems like lotsa have changed their template to marist template le..hah..lets chiong la!! marist buddies will chiong foreva de..hah..pon GP lect..now in hub usin comp...shall make a quik post...so pardon me from using my old "short till canot short form" style of writing..yea..&lt;br /&gt;got back my results le...nt veri gd la...hah..but stil considered alrite le...provided i slack so much...hmm..i haf one goal in life...if u do sth..gif it ya best...if nt dun do...i wanna study..wanna play soccer...wanna play billiard and wanna do alot of tings...so..i will gif it all my best..."Play to WIN"..."Impossible is nothing..." these r the keywords...hah...two of my favourite brands as well...so from i duno wen onwards...i decided to manage my time well...such tt i will play hard...study hard...chiong hard...train hard...slack hard...and love hard!! will b quite a bz man la...but tts how life goes...wen u wan alot of tings in life...u gotta manage it well...so u will b bz..but i will nt neglect anione i promise...frens...cum to mi..hah.. i haf a number of goals in life...one is to learn everything in the world in my whole life...tt means i wun stop learning..the other ting is to play soccer all my life till i breathe my last...hmm..heh..i wanna learn flyin leh...but i past the dateline le...nvm..shall learn sth new in the hols wen i haf more time..for now...hah..u all noe wat it is la...yea...&lt;br /&gt;Darrell juz left for australia last saturday...will miss him lots ah...everyone in the gang will miss him much...ard 5 mths more before he will b back here seeing us all....we will look forward to it...by then..i tink we can like chiong out everydae le..! chalet at ubin remember!! chengsiong went to aust last sat mornin..hah..1 wk holiday sia...lets hope he bot banana condom for mi...hah..darrell din brin it back sia...so sad...he sae in singapore dun haf banana flavour..which i tink so too...went ard to see..but i dun tink haf ah..hmm..cheelim.. juz finish his nationals..had fun eh? bz seeing people rt..hah..hope he's hafin a gd time...justin..wakao..duno wher he go to liao la...watthe...nv cum find mi...then i wan find him also diff...hah..hope one dae he will put down his burden and work aside and gui dui..(return to team)..thia... hah...saw him last fri..all went fer dina together...hmm...mayb this sat chiong out agn? heh...lets decide wat to do this sat quik....! oh yah...nxt wkend gt volleyball finals at siloso..wan go watch?!?! heh...hmm..then tis wkend how..fly kite ah? soccer ah? zoo? escape? fort canning? hiking? labrador park? or duno wat la...town? hah..we shall see la..mervyn...like mi ah..he still tryin hard..hah..but i can see he's kind of gifin up hope...jiayou la mervyn! u gt so much more chance than mi lo..hah...so u shudnt gif up like mi...yea..ltr find him go haf lunch..shan jun...alwaes there fer mi to hot one..hah...nxt time one dae lets go "ehhh!!" here "ehhh!" there la...hah..on bo..nxt time gt time go find u..hah..weicong..veri long nv see him liao..heh.. paiseh ah...monday cant go find u..hmm..nxt time lets go out together...its a deal!bear..! i wanna go ya mum's housee!! hah..lets chiong there one dae! hmm...i hvn finish my game wif roystan one leh..hah...and darrell...take care ah...dun tok to jie jie hor..hah...dun anihow baobao ah!! hah...dun commit incest! its a crime...hah...i stil rem... " I feeeeeeeeeel GOOD!!" hmm...hope i din left out anione...hah..oh yah!!! dgoh ah!! hah...how u doin now? hmm...this sat lets chiong out agn rt...hah..wakao..mi pool and billiard gettin more and more suck liao lo...i go train sumore first then qie u la...hah..on la...ok la..anione whom i left out..nxt entry then i add in...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm..&lt;strong&gt;you&lt;/strong&gt;..gd luck fer ya 200m ltr k...its alrite if &lt;strong&gt;you&lt;/strong&gt; din qualify for the finals...hmm...train hard fer nxt yr ok...&lt;strong&gt;you&lt;/strong&gt; can de...gt faith in &lt;strong&gt;you&lt;/strong&gt;..yea... dont tink too much la...some tings arent worth tinkin bout..reali..like wat i told &lt;strong&gt;you&lt;/strong&gt;..tink bout &lt;strong&gt;yaself&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;HIM&lt;/strong&gt; first...ahh...got a lot to sae..but i gez..dun sae betta la..hah...tk care...wen ya troubled..u noe who to find...or mayb theres mervyn fer u to tok to too..yah..u gt this big bro tk care of u...i will b glad le..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;u..&lt;/strong&gt;its ok if u stumble fer oral la...chiong fer the rest then...muz b like mi...dun lose hearhmm..free then we go out gai gai one dae ok..yea... rest well..muz haf enuf slp leh..dun alwaes slp so late la..hmm..call mi wen &lt;strong&gt;u &lt;/strong&gt;r free k...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;YOU&lt;/strong&gt;...everybodi ard u loves &lt;strong&gt;YOU&lt;/strong&gt; de... dun get so stressed up..hmm..i duno wat has happened..i cant reali cum to conclusion by knowin juz a lil bit...but wat i wanna sae is tt your parents love &lt;strong&gt;YOU&lt;/strong&gt; alot..hmm...dun break their heart alrite...and dun let the people ard &lt;strong&gt;YOU&lt;/strong&gt; wori...call mi if u need help...or &lt;strong&gt;YOU&lt;/strong&gt; need someone to confide in...theres mi..can call 18002214444 for SOS also...they haf professional counsellors for &lt;strong&gt;YOU&lt;/strong&gt;..and everyone else readin thisl...dun break down! stil gt lotsa tings waiting fer &lt;strong&gt;YOU&lt;/strong&gt; to do...jiayou orh!! perhaps if &lt;strong&gt;YOU&lt;/strong&gt; tink from anuda point of view...u will feel betta..? hmm..i understand ya feelin...u feel life so meaningless...so &lt;strong&gt;YOU&lt;/strong&gt; haf to change ya view on tings...tink bout it b4 bed...but muz slp k...please dun cry to slp...slp well...tell yaself &lt;strong&gt;YOU&lt;/strong&gt; will b a new &lt;strong&gt;YOU&lt;/strong&gt; wen tml starts...haf a new target...new aim...new goal in life...and achieve something that everyone wans..including &lt;strong&gt;YOU&lt;/strong&gt;...which is hapiness...haf tt element of hapiness in ya life...remember...&lt;br /&gt;Maybe wat i sae now is of no effect...&lt;strong&gt;YOU&lt;/strong&gt; cant digest aniting tt i say...but ask yaself..r &lt;strong&gt;YOU&lt;/strong&gt; alwaes doin tings the rite wae..? mayb wat &lt;strong&gt;YOU &lt;/strong&gt;can sae that &lt;strong&gt;YOU &lt;/strong&gt;do tings fer yaself...its ya own life...own future..&lt;strong&gt;YOU&lt;/strong&gt; can do wat &lt;strong&gt;YOU &lt;/strong&gt;wan with it..but tink agn..how mani pple will &lt;strong&gt;YOU &lt;/strong&gt;affect if &lt;strong&gt;YOU&lt;/strong&gt; do wadeva u please...how mani pple will suffer cuz of &lt;strong&gt;YOU&lt;/strong&gt;..and wen tings go wrong...are &lt;strong&gt;YOU&lt;/strong&gt; able to shoulder the burden yaself...in ya mind &lt;strong&gt;YOU&lt;/strong&gt; may sae &lt;strong&gt;YOU&lt;/strong&gt; can...but actuali &lt;strong&gt;YOU&lt;/strong&gt; cant..believe mi..&lt;strong&gt;YOU &lt;/strong&gt;cant..then someone else will b carrying ya burden...and he will suffer...there are mani illusions created by the media...but wen we tink practicalli and realistic..how mani of them r goin to happen in our lives...some of them r inspiring...some of them r encouraging...howeva..some r misleading..tink properli ok..tk care...&lt;br /&gt;Hmm...Gez the &lt;strong&gt;you, u &lt;/strong&gt;and&lt;strong&gt; YOU &lt;/strong&gt;will know noe which &lt;strong&gt;you, u &lt;/strong&gt;and &lt;strong&gt;YOU &lt;/strong&gt;are them la..hai..yday mi msn nick change to "there r some tings which i haf to bear in mind...remember... hah..i tink mervyn, cheelim , raymond and clement will noe wat i m tokin bout la..hah...the gang will noe la..hmm...i m stil tryin hard thou..hah..k la..gtg le..skip the maths lect as well liao..ltr gona copy notes...tk care all of u..tk care buddies..tk care gals..got trainin ltr..train hard...!&lt;br /&gt;Jiayou for mi!&lt;br /&gt;~~kinda long~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;For sixty seconds of anger and sadness...you lose one minute of hapiness...&lt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;[stay happy]&lt;br /&gt;-=[kensington football club no.25]=-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13089938-112122699218438938?l=didaguy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://didaguy.blogspot.com/feeds/112122699218438938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13089938&amp;postID=112122699218438938' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13089938/posts/default/112122699218438938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13089938/posts/default/112122699218438938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://didaguy.blogspot.com/2005/07/chiong-hard.html' title='chiong hard!!'/><author><name>blueblue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01320641199023882472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Q4R0Hh6_1jo/SI_kOzAIAXI/AAAAAAAAAA4/TrPUmUgvN3U/S220/IMG_1384.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13089938.post-111811733086925919</id><published>2005-06-10T18:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-18T22:27:18.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'>this is bad....</title><content type='html'>Hai~~ this is bad...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm having the kind of feeling that i had 2 days ago...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess i teared...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wonder how have everybody has been in the holidays..read dgoh's blog..really miss the old days alot..everyday after school is waiting to party...waiting to ts and stuff...really enjoyed them very much...thanks guys..now into a co-ed school...realise that girls are just for the eyes...thats all...the real fun still come from buddies..stay together as a team buddies...after jct lets chiong out together la! on la! especially this saturday...we will have alot and alot of fun! something which i really miss...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you &lt;/strong&gt;did quite well together...especially for the individual event...never mind about the relay...the passing of the baton needs to be more quick and smooth only...overall its still alright! JIAYOU ok! remember our promises orh...there are lots and lots of promises we make ah....make sure &lt;strong&gt;you&lt;/strong&gt; remember all of them and fulfill it k! hah..if &lt;strong&gt;you&lt;/strong&gt; dont remember then ask me lo...i m your mobile reminder right..hah..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dont cry...cuz when you cry...u make me want to cry with you too...surely you dont want to see a guy cry in front of you right..so ugly...as ugly as THE CROW(who?)! Please be strong...and live happily..Just let mi be stupid...i m meant to be stupidily in love...&lt;br /&gt;with you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally saw &lt;strong&gt;YOU &lt;/strong&gt;today..Didnt really want to dig up your information when i know &lt;strong&gt;YOU&lt;/strong&gt; exist...just cant be bothered...as long as you treat her well...didnt even want to take a glance at &lt;strong&gt;YOU &lt;/strong&gt;when &lt;strong&gt;YOU &lt;/strong&gt;zoom past me in the cab weeks ago...This respect is for her...Give her the same respect as well...Treat her well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bought my street soccer boots le...so happy...geared up for soccer this saturday liao! hmm...more things to buy now...have to save up..ahh! soccer boots and billiard cue...have to start my own money printing company...who want to be shareholder?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got to change new template soon...my pics are gone!! hah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While everyone is sleeping...i m here losing sleep...sometimes too much thinking is no good..hah...~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got to go sleep now le...very tired from all the gardening of the field..have to charge up to garden tomorrow again! alarm rings at 8.15am...i will get up this time...Watch me! goodnight everybody!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;through my MIND: [&lt;em&gt;lovin' you]..[missin' you]...[though i dont have the right to do so]..[losin' you]...[soon]... [all that matters] are my [family]...[buddies]...[soccer]...and still..[you]... [take care]....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13089938-111811733086925919?l=didaguy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://didaguy.blogspot.com/feeds/111811733086925919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13089938&amp;postID=111811733086925919' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13089938/posts/default/111811733086925919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13089938/posts/default/111811733086925919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://didaguy.blogspot.com/2005/06/this-is-bad.html' title='this is bad....'/><author><name>blueblue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01320641199023882472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Q4R0Hh6_1jo/SI_kOzAIAXI/AAAAAAAAAA4/TrPUmUgvN3U/S220/IMG_1384.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13089938.post-111747789630294485</id><published>2005-05-31T17:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-31T02:31:36.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'>looking back...</title><content type='html'>before you all start reading this post... think about all the people who had came and went away from your life...think of the loved ones that you once had and lost it...think of your family..relatives and friends around you...how big of a part has they played in your life... the past..the present..the future...which one are you looking towards..?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up quite early today..cycled to school for PW meeting..hmm..had a shoik feeling..saw &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; in school...duno why the feeling is so strange...its so inexplicable...sometimes we just seem so close together...at times we just seem so distant..moments later went to TP to find weicong..hah..his second week in school now...surely has lots to share..hah...on la! i think this hols i go chiong his school liao...then he will have alot of people to intro! hee..he's trying to become another pro in school...then after that went to collect cert at maris stella...wasnt there for long...but somehow felt a sense of belonging..just miss the maris stella days so much! i remember every carnival and every events that we have in school...i suppose the gang remembered as well...especially during the Marist Youth Day during Sec 3...that most memorable one...we just love dancing in the rain...with broomsticks!?!? hah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went for kensington football thereafter...played from 3+ to 5...quarrelled wif a few kids there..hah..aiyah..it's hard to explain...but we can swear that we werent bullying them...they were just scare of us that's all...but we werent threatening them...kind of make frens with this french kid who just moved over..his name is Leo..nice name huh...and those unfriendly kids didnt want to let Leo join them for soccer...how bad... then mervyn was complaining about the singaporean kids nowadays..but after much asking from patient Leo...he got to play in the end...Went chomp chomp to drink the huge $2.50 sugarcane...damn bloated after that! cannot even walk ah...save me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;its my turn to lose sleep now..i guess we just take turns to sleep late la..hah..sometimes my love for &lt;strong&gt;you&lt;/strong&gt; is just so strong...that i just want to embrace &lt;strong&gt;you &lt;/strong&gt;in my arms...&lt;strong&gt;you &lt;/strong&gt;make me wanna love &lt;strong&gt;you&lt;/strong&gt; even more each day...but sometimes...i cant help it but lose my fighting spirit...there are times when i almost want to give up...there are times when i hate myself so much cuz so many things happen because of me...there are times when i reproach myself for pushing too hard...so sorry...i didnt mean to do that...i dont remember the day when i first set my eyes on &lt;strong&gt;you&lt;/strong&gt;...maybe right when i met &lt;strong&gt;you&lt;/strong&gt;...right when i m sitting opposite &lt;strong&gt;you&lt;/strong&gt;...maybe i have waited for 62 days...i guess 600 more days wont be much for me? oopz..hee..but for now..all it matters is &lt;strong&gt;you&lt;/strong&gt; first..get everything right...my shoulder would always be available..and i am always a call away..i want to see the days when &lt;strong&gt;you&lt;/strong&gt; can be as cheery as your name again...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THOUGHTS for the day: &lt;strong&gt;Have i regain my fighting spirit?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;Kensington football will never die as long as the kensington buddies are there..the good new days will always be better than the good old days...be it outing or chalet or football...lets go buddies!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodnight everyone...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13089938-111747789630294485?l=didaguy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://didaguy.blogspot.com/feeds/111747789630294485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13089938&amp;postID=111747789630294485' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13089938/posts/default/111747789630294485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13089938/posts/default/111747789630294485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://didaguy.blogspot.com/2005/05/looking-back.html' title='looking back...'/><author><name>blueblue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01320641199023882472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Q4R0Hh6_1jo/SI_kOzAIAXI/AAAAAAAAAA4/TrPUmUgvN3U/S220/IMG_1384.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13089938.post-111721713631452443</id><published>2005-05-28T16:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-28T02:16:50.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You are not alone...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;watched VJ vs MJ on weds...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had overnight stay on weds midnight..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ran 2.8km on thursday morning..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24 hrs without slp...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tired...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Titans on thursday night...I was so damn exhausted that i went home to eat and sleep after that...Woke up at 10.30 this morning..hah.. was feeling so shuang...everyone had to go to sch at 7+..but i heck la...went school late...its sports carnival aniway..so yah..saw a stunning message that made mi so worried and i cab to school immediately after my bath..tried to look for &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;her &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;but &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;she &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;was nowhere to be seen..saw &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;her&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; finally..guess &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;she &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;was trying to hide &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;her &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;sadness behind &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;h&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;er &lt;/strong&gt;smile...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Had Titans team event this afternoon till night..was quite la...nt tt xiong...maybe it was because i didnt push that hard..i still got a friendly match tomorrow..so i'm going to push hard for it..Like what i say...soccer is my life..i want to train hard for it..m still trying veri hard..hopefully can join a U18 club outside...hopefully...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To &lt;strong&gt;YOU &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;out there...if &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;YOU &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;happen to read this..which is 0.000001254793% chance...dont you think &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;YOU &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;are so damn fucking immature by saying all those stuff..? Apart from how i normally use to speak.. I dont use vulgarities in my blog..u really deserve these..&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;YOU &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;are just like a 17/18/19-year-guy acting like a 3 year old kid...splurting nonsenical stuff without using even a small part of your tini-wini pea-brain...Is your brain too small or is it that simple? In that case..go home and play your lego and barbie dolls la..Even the strongest words add up together are not enough to condemn &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;YOU..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;It requires some action for people like &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;YOU &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;to be punished..I don't care if &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;YOU &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;are some rugger or mugger or bugger..as long as i m alive..i will lay every ouce of strength that i have on &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;YOU&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;..Dont't let mi see &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;YOU..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;better siam far far..&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;YOU &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;dont even know how to love...Even a 3-year-old kid can do better than &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;YOU&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;..oopz..i forgot that &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;YOU &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;are just like them..forget it...return to your mother's womb then..This world doesnt need &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;YOU&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; yet..&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;FUCK OFF&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;dig that..?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;you &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;there..maybe till now &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;you &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;are still awake just like me...maybe &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; have shed lots of tears...but remember that &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;you &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;are not what is said...to me..&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; are the best..&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;you &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;simply &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;ROCKS!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; know it..don't think too much k..it will be a better day tomorrow..tell yourself each day that &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; want to be happier than the previous day...that &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;you &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;will see life even more exciting than before...i promise that &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; will definitely see beautiful rainbows everyday...trust me..&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; are not alone..tell me if &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; need any help..Call mi if &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;you &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;feel bored...&lt;strong&gt;GAMBATTE!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;having a match tomorrow.. or rather in 7 hours time...better go have a sleep now...or else i cant perform well tomorrow...wish me lucks..guys..let win this match by a huge margin..lets train hard together k! OH~~~~~OH oh oh oh~~~ TJ boleh...TJ boleh..~~&lt;br /&gt;Take care everyone..&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;you &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;take care too...remember the promise k..&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;Sandy" (&lt;/em&gt;poor ting..) and his armoured vehicle (gum collector) will be rooting for you too..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THOUGHTS FOR THE DAY..... :&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*wonder if she has changed...scare to be left alone in the hols...*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13089938-111721713631452443?l=didaguy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://didaguy.blogspot.com/feeds/111721713631452443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13089938&amp;postID=111721713631452443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13089938/posts/default/111721713631452443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13089938/posts/default/111721713631452443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://didaguy.blogspot.com/2005/05/you-are-not-alone.html' title='You are not alone...'/><author><name>blueblue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01320641199023882472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Q4R0Hh6_1jo/SI_kOzAIAXI/AAAAAAAAAA4/TrPUmUgvN3U/S220/IMG_1384.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13089938.post-111684050398751186</id><published>2005-05-24T09:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-23T18:41:51.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tHe PuReSt Of PaIn...</title><content type='html'>time has passed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;been &lt;strong&gt;54 days&lt;/strong&gt; since we knew each other to be exact...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some things have changed..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some still remain..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But no matter what..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will still be here..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Waiting..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had quite a good time durin the weekend..some ups and downs...but nevertheless..my purpose in life still remains..to live each day as if it is the last..to let all emotions enrich my life and make me a stronger and happier person..friday..bball finals at toapayoh between TJ and HC..both teams played well..but TJ played slightly better..winning 83-75 in the end...cheerios to TJ...really exciting match...guess this would inspire all the sports to train hard and win competitions for TJC...guys...lets work hard together! I really want to train hard for soccer..Then after the finals went wandering around with cheelim....so two sad people talking and walking aimlessly...talk quite alot that day...&lt;br /&gt;Saturday..Went to Sentosa with KFC captain [7]Tan Yen Hao, [3]Pek Cheelim, [17]Soon Chengsiong, [19]Thia Chiong Wei..not alot of people go la...alot of them are disappearing one after another...maybe they are busy..maybe they found new friends...or maybe they didnt even bother to come out..this is sad...is KFC disbanding soon? hmm...it wont..as long as we are in...it wouldnt disband..Went strolling at Orchard with them thereafter...And its time for the big match between Man U and Arsenal at Chijmes...aww..so sad...Man U lost by penalties...They shud win lo...Arsenal dint even had a chance...never mind...next season we will be champions..! Go Rooney! Go Rio! Go Cristiano! Go Keane! I dint forget talking to &lt;strong&gt;you&lt;/strong&gt; that time while watching the match..I enjoyed every moment with &lt;strong&gt;you&lt;/strong&gt;..be it with &lt;strong&gt;you&lt;/strong&gt; over the phone or virtually or just beside &lt;strong&gt;you&lt;/strong&gt;..honestly..reached home at 2.30..aww..tired~~&lt;br /&gt;Sunday was big walk...went with cheelim..hahah..i m cheelifired liao la...everytime when everyone never come out or have gone home...there will always be two people left...(cheelim and i) hahah..chengsiong had a hangover...couldnt join us...thia had to go bai bai..sp we started the 10km walk..at the same time chasing cheelim's beloved..after that cheelim and i went to look for &lt;strong&gt;her&lt;/strong&gt;..thanks for coming down...it really brighten up my day..hmm...and hope yours was brighten up too...especially after your attempt of doing something bad ah..hah...notti notti...&lt;br /&gt;Stayed home today..going to go for a jog later...training up and at the same time..destressing myself from all the troubles...and all the sadness...been listening to all the sad songs that i can find..especially this song which is playing now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goin for run le..take care everyone..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you&lt;/strong&gt; take care too...smile...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SON BY FOUR LYRICS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Purest of Pain&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry I didn't mean to call you&lt;br /&gt;But I coudn't fight it&lt;br /&gt;I guess I was weak and couldn't even hide it&lt;br /&gt;And so I surrended just to hear your voice&lt;br /&gt;I know how many times I said I'm gonna to live with out you&lt;br /&gt;and maybe someone else is standing there beside you&lt;br /&gt;But there is something baby that you need to know&lt;br /&gt;That deep inside me i feel like Im dying&lt;br /&gt;I have to see you it's all that I'm asking&lt;br /&gt;Vida, give me back my fantasies,&lt;br /&gt;The courage that I need to live&lt;br /&gt;The air that I Breathe&lt;br /&gt;Carino mio, my worlds become so empty&lt;br /&gt;My day's are so cold and lonely,and each night I taste&lt;br /&gt;The purest of Pain&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could tell you I'm feeling better every day&lt;br /&gt;That it din't hurt me when you walked away&lt;br /&gt;But to tell you the truth I can't find my way&lt;br /&gt;And deep inside me I feel like I'm dying&lt;br /&gt;I have to see you it's all that I'm asking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.boomspeed.com/didaguy/rooney1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.boomspeed.com/didaguy/rooney2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13089938-111684050398751186?l=didaguy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://didaguy.blogspot.com/feeds/111684050398751186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13089938&amp;postID=111684050398751186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13089938/posts/default/111684050398751186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13089938/posts/default/111684050398751186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://didaguy.blogspot.com/2005/05/purest-of-pain.html' title='tHe PuReSt Of PaIn...'/><author><name>blueblue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01320641199023882472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Q4R0Hh6_1jo/SI_kOzAIAXI/AAAAAAAAAA4/TrPUmUgvN3U/S220/IMG_1384.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
