<?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-26852614</id><updated>2011-04-22T02:24:25.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'>God He Reigns</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wahap.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26852614/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wahap.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26852614.post-215086673008103997</id><published>2006-12-18T20:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-18T20:42:34.177+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>look um.  i'm changing my blog like i said i would.  but i'm not telling anyone what is it.  really.  cause i would just like some place to just air my thoughts for awhile.  when i'm ready, y'all will know what is it.  so yeah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26852614-215086673008103997?l=wahap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wahap.blogspot.com/feeds/215086673008103997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26852614&amp;postID=215086673008103997' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26852614/posts/default/215086673008103997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26852614/posts/default/215086673008103997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wahap.blogspot.com/2006/12/look-um.html' title=''/><author><name>Bryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07178228369113839396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26852614.post-6901346090574990886</id><published>2006-12-18T00:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-18T00:53:47.015+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>aiight.  so here i am right in ben ng's house having this "movie marathon" which is not really a movie marathon cause people are doing other stuff such as playing some dancing para-para shit game.  yes.  no shit.  Zach, Joel Ng, and Eugene danced on the thingy.  crazy but true.  and there are other people playing uno, poker cards, whatever.  the only movies we have watched so far are Step Up, Happy Feet and DOA.  yeah, DOA.  it has a really stupid plot, but well, everything else is kinda ok.  it's just average lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aiight.  so yeah.  a movie marathon while Mr Joel Ng is hollering about his A grade in the stupid dancing game.  crazy man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, we all spent like 4 hours doing christmas shopping for other people.  bought some stuff, but didn't spend all of my money.  so yeah.  if y'all still want a present, holla at me and i'll get it.  i have the budget man, i mean, a bigger budget.  i've only spent like 1/7 of my budget today so yeah, tell me what you want, cause really, i suck at shopping. yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so really, it's kinda fun here and all, but seriously, i need my caff man.  bring on the mocha, latte, whatever that can keep me awake.  cause i desperately need caff.  i'm like gonna fall asleep pretty soon.  but hell, I AM NOT SLEEPING TONIGHT.  so yeah.  coffee is needed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, haven't been listening to 987 since i came back, but i managed to catch the 987 top ten like on friday, and JT is seemingly on every single top 10 list in the world.  i'm talking about Justin Timberlake.  that guy is crazy.  he's "My Love" from his new album "FutureSex/LoveSounds" is 4th on the 987 top ten list, and i think 1st on the US for 3 weeks straight.  that guy is crazy.  crazily good.  but now i'm seeing Hinder on the top of the 987 top ten charts.  Hinder with Lips of an Angel.  brilliant song, but well, JT should be at the top.  after like so many weeks of being on the 2nd place, Hinder finally beat MCR's Welcome to the Black Parade and became 1st.  but well, what i like is Akon's Smack That, which is 5th on the list.  man is that guy good.  seriously, he sounds a little weird, but he's good.  really good.  and i just got Eminem's new CD Re-Up.  everyone is good.  hell.  but here's Akon's Smack That&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Akon - Smack That&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre&gt;I feel you creepin', I can see you from my shadow.&lt;br /&gt;Wanna jump up in my Lamborghini Gallardo.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe go to my place and just kick it, like Taebo.&lt;br /&gt;And possibly bend you over.&lt;br /&gt;Look back and watch me&lt;br /&gt;smack that, all on the floor,&lt;br /&gt;smack that, give me some more,&lt;br /&gt;smack that, 'till you get sore&lt;br /&gt;smack that, oooh.&lt;br /&gt;smack that, all on the floor,&lt;br /&gt;smack that, give me some more,&lt;br /&gt;smack that, 'till you get sore,&lt;br /&gt;smack that, oooh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Up front style. Ready to attack now.&lt;br /&gt;Pull in the parking lot slow with the lack down.&lt;br /&gt;Convicts got the whole thing packed down.&lt;br /&gt;Step in the club. The wardrobe intact now.&lt;br /&gt;I feel it. Go on and crack now.&lt;br /&gt;Ooh, I see it. Don't let back now.&lt;br /&gt;Im'a call her. Then I put the mack down.&lt;br /&gt;Money? No problem. Pocket full of that now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel you creepin', I can see you from my shadow.&lt;br /&gt;Wanna jump up in my Lamborghini Gallardo.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe go to my place and just kick it, like Taebo.&lt;br /&gt;And possibly bend you over.&lt;br /&gt;Look back and watch me&lt;br /&gt;smack that, all on the floor,&lt;br /&gt;smack that, give me some more,&lt;br /&gt;smack that, 'till you get sore&lt;br /&gt;smack that, oooh.&lt;br /&gt;smack that, all on the floor,&lt;br /&gt;smack that, give me some more,&lt;br /&gt;smack that, 'till you get sore,&lt;br /&gt;smack that, oooh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh! Looks like another club banger.&lt;br /&gt;They better hang on.&lt;br /&gt;When I throw this thang on.&lt;br /&gt;Get a little drink on. They goin' flip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.05em;"&gt;[ these lyrics found on http://www.completealbumlyrics.com ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For this Akon shit. You can bank on it.&lt;br /&gt;Pedicure, manicure, kitty cat claws.&lt;br /&gt;The way she climbs up and down them poles.&lt;br /&gt;Lookin' like one of them Pretty Cat Dolls.&lt;br /&gt;Tryna hold my woody back through my drawers.&lt;br /&gt;Steps off stage, didn't think I saw her.&lt;br /&gt;Creeps up behind me and she's like, you're -&lt;br /&gt;I'm like, yeah I know, let's cut to the chase.&lt;br /&gt;No time to waste. Back to my place.&lt;br /&gt;Plus from the club to the crib's like a mile away.&lt;br /&gt;Or more like a palace, shall I say.&lt;br /&gt;And plus I got a pal. Every gal is game.&lt;br /&gt;In fact he's the one singing the song that's playing!&lt;br /&gt;(Akon!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel you creepin', I can see you from my shadow.&lt;br /&gt;Wanna jump up in my Lamborghini Gallardo.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe go to my place and just kick it, like Taebo.&lt;br /&gt;And possibly bend you over.&lt;br /&gt;Look back and watch me&lt;br /&gt;smack that, all on the floor,&lt;br /&gt;smack that, give me some more,&lt;br /&gt;smack that, 'till you get sore&lt;br /&gt;smack that, oooh.&lt;br /&gt;smack that, all on the floor,&lt;br /&gt;smack that, give me some more,&lt;br /&gt;smack that, 'till you get sore,&lt;br /&gt;smack that, oooh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eminem's rollin', D an' them rollin'.&lt;br /&gt;Boo an' Oh Marvelous an' them rollin'.&lt;br /&gt;Women just hoin'.&lt;br /&gt;Big booty rollin'.&lt;br /&gt;Soon I be all in them an' throwin D.&lt;br /&gt;Hittin' no less than 3.&lt;br /&gt;Block will style like wee, wee.&lt;br /&gt;Girl, I can tell you want me, 'cause lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel you creepin', I can see you from my shadow.&lt;br /&gt;Wanna jump up in my Lamborghini Gallardo.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe go to my place and just kick it, like Taebo.&lt;br /&gt;And possibly bend you over.&lt;br /&gt;Look back and watch me&lt;br /&gt;smack that, all on the floor,&lt;br /&gt;smack that, give me some more,&lt;br /&gt;smack that, 'till you get sore&lt;br /&gt;smack that, oooh.&lt;br /&gt;smack that, all on the floor,&lt;br /&gt;smack that, give me some more,&lt;br /&gt;smack that, 'till you get sore,&lt;br /&gt;smack that, oooh.&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26852614-6901346090574990886?l=wahap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wahap.blogspot.com/feeds/6901346090574990886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26852614&amp;postID=6901346090574990886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26852614/posts/default/6901346090574990886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26852614/posts/default/6901346090574990886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wahap.blogspot.com/2006/12/aiight_18.html' title=''/><author><name>Bryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07178228369113839396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26852614.post-7588998811155810473</id><published>2006-12-16T19:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-16T19:42:37.038+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>just gonna blog one killer track by The Killers.  When You Were Young.  it's artistic.  this band is king.  better than Panic! At The Disco.  the whole song is a freaking story.  just watch the MTV and you'll understand.  hell.  this band is good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;When You Were Young - The Killers&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You sit there in your heartache&lt;br /&gt;Waiting on some beautiful boy to&lt;br /&gt;To save you from your old ways&lt;br /&gt;You play forgiveness&lt;br /&gt;Watch it now ... here he comes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He doesn't look a thing like Jesus&lt;br /&gt;But he talks like a gentleman&lt;br /&gt;Like you imagined when you were young&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can we climb this mountain I don't know&lt;br /&gt;Higher now than ever before&lt;br /&gt;I know we can make it if we take it slow&lt;br /&gt;Let's take it easy&lt;br /&gt;Easy now, watch it go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're burning down the highway skyline&lt;br /&gt;On the back of a hurricane that started turning&lt;br /&gt;When you were young&lt;br /&gt;When you were young&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And sometimes you close your eyes and see the place where you used to live&lt;br /&gt;When you were young&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say the devil's water, it ain't so sweet&lt;br /&gt;You don't have to drink right now&lt;br /&gt;But you can dip your feet&lt;br /&gt;Every once in a little while&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You sit there in your heartache&lt;br /&gt;Waiting on some beautiful boy to&lt;br /&gt;To save you from your old ways&lt;br /&gt;You play forgiveness&lt;br /&gt;Watch it now here he comes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He doesn't look a thing like Jesus&lt;br /&gt;But he talks like a gentleman&lt;br /&gt;Like you imagined when you were young&lt;br /&gt;(He talks like a gentlemen, like you imagined when)&lt;br /&gt;When you were young&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said he doesn't look a thing like Jesus&lt;br /&gt;He doesn't look a thing like Jesus&lt;br /&gt;But more than you'll ever know&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26852614-7588998811155810473?l=wahap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wahap.blogspot.com/feeds/7588998811155810473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26852614&amp;postID=7588998811155810473' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26852614/posts/default/7588998811155810473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26852614/posts/default/7588998811155810473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wahap.blogspot.com/2006/12/just-gonna-blog-one-killer-track-by.html' title=''/><author><name>Bryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07178228369113839396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26852614.post-6477930289080571254</id><published>2006-12-11T22:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-11T22:28:32.494+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>aiight.  long post man.  all about the trip to Australia.  sheesh.  i'll try to make it as short as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah it was good.  the trip was nice.  the thing about Australia is that there is extremely fresh air.  extremely good air.  you breathe much better there..  the air is great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways.  got on an Emirates flight to Australia.  a 7 hour flight.  reached Melbourne at 1am Melbourne time.  so i was beat.  tired man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways.  the next few days was kinda like lazy.  cause it was free and easy, just with my family, so we went on this crazily slow pace.  yeah.  went to Phillip Island, if anyone knows where it is.  it's this place where there are penguins.  yep, penguins.  cold obviously.  went to this "Penguin Parade" which was just some stupid little penguins walking from the sea on to shore.  it was freaking cold i tell you.  it was like at night, and there was this terrible sea breeze and i was there, not watching the little fur balls waddle on to shore, but rather, freezing my freaking ass off and hoping the penguins will get attacked by owls so we can all go home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but they didn't get attacked by owls.  damn.  so i froze my ass off on the beach while my family was enjoying the furry stuff waddling like retarded cotton balls on the beach.  yeah.  anyways.  on the way back to the car, we kinda saw these two penguins, uh, mating.  in fact, a lot of people gathered there, so, being Singaporeans, we all got curious and went to see what was happening.  and there it was, two fur balls mating.  and hell, they make a hell lot of noise.  heh.  and this pretty much tells us a lot.  i mean, it is proven that humans are, in fact, the only living thing that mate face to face.  yep.  Penguins mate, uh, you know.  but of course, humans mate face to face, unless, uh, they decide not to.  uh, yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;swell.  then we went onto the Great Ocean Road.  "woah" you say.  but it ain't that fantastic.  i'm not one who enjoys the view.  i'm guessing the Great Ocean Road is so "great", cause the road is so FREAKING long i could've freaking slept in the car.  boring.  man, boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but anyways.  along the Great Ocean Road, good seafood.  very very good seafood.  cheap and fresh too.  haha.  had lobsters, prawns, trout, salmon.  hell!  that was great food.  and it was cooling too.  very cooling.  great wind and all.  and the one thing i cannot believe, is that it is so freaking cold in summer.  hell.  and there are people suntanning on the beach!  ohmigosh.  they are suntanning when it's so damn cold!  and in the suburbs, people walk in the cold in, gasp, bikinis.  hell!  this is very different from Singapore.  you walk around in a bikini in Singapore and people will like stare and say "siao".  but it's kinda the norm there.  and speaking of beaches, the waves there are gigantic.  big.  so it's not a surprise that there are so many erosional landforms.  btw, the Twelve Apostles in the Great Ocean Road is an erosional landform.  i shall not explain too much.  haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then came Melbourne City.  it's crazy there.  it's horrible.  cars everywhere.  and the map is kinda confusing.  we spent the 1st day there wandering about in the city.  it's just crazy, the city.  hate it.  i love the countryside.  peaceful and quiet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so that's a big summary of my trip.  the only way to know the whole story, is to well, go on the trip.  haha.  to be honest, i forgot most of it lah.  sheesh.  so yeah, it was good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26852614-6477930289080571254?l=wahap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wahap.blogspot.com/feeds/6477930289080571254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26852614&amp;postID=6477930289080571254' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26852614/posts/default/6477930289080571254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26852614/posts/default/6477930289080571254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wahap.blogspot.com/2006/12/aiight.html' title=''/><author><name>Bryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07178228369113839396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26852614.post-2318250867742475427</id><published>2006-12-10T21:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-10T22:01:06.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok.  so i have this very long post.  and i'm tired so i'll not post it.  i'm like 1/4 way through the post and i'm tired so i'll go to sleep and try to finish the post tomorrow.  yeah.  it's like 12am in Melbourne now.. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and to all, please stop asking when i'm coming back.  I AM BACK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26852614-2318250867742475427?l=wahap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wahap.blogspot.com/feeds/2318250867742475427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26852614&amp;postID=2318250867742475427' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26852614/posts/default/2318250867742475427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26852614/posts/default/2318250867742475427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wahap.blogspot.com/2006/12/ok.html' title=''/><author><name>Bryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07178228369113839396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26852614.post-1775577561559551721</id><published>2006-12-10T02:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-10T02:20:30.997+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>shit i'm tired.  it's freaking 5am in Melbourne now.  yeah i'm in Singapore but the time is well, uh, different.  yeah, 3 hours is no kick, but i arrived in Singapore at 1am, which is 4 am in Melb.  so now it's 2.20am in Singapore, which makes is 5.20am in Melb.  so apparently, i can still do simple calculations and have not lost my mathematical ability.  swell.  but i'm dead beat.  so i'll just go to sleep and blog tomorrow.  uh.  i mean, later today.  heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah.  so the stuff i bought from down under will have to wait till next week.  not going to church tomorrow.  i mean today.  tired lah.  oh yes.  i need to do Christmas shopping.  so please tell me what to buy.  if not i'll just spend twenty bucks and buy myself Eminem's latest CD and buy nothing for everyone else.  tag it on my board will ya.  what you want.  tell me.  i have 350 bucks for my PSP but i'll use it for presents.  haha.  figured that PSP does not have modifications....  anyways.  i'm tired.  a long post will come tomorrow.  shit i mean today.  later today.  ciao&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26852614-1775577561559551721?l=wahap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wahap.blogspot.com/feeds/1775577561559551721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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type='html'>whee. the last day that the hotel has internet and no one's going online on MSN.  apparently, people start logging on at bout say 8pm and that's when i'm asleep cause it's 11pm here.  3 hour difference man. so please sign in to MSN earlier.  i will have internet later from Thursday onwards i think so come online.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but hey.  internet here is like a freaking sloth man. i mean, it's not the internet lah.  the broadband i'm using now is 100 freaking Mbps.  but the computer i'm using could've come from the last ice age dammit.  so the freaking processors in this freaking antique are so backwards it's making the 100 Mbps high speed broadband seem like a 0.1 Kbps sloth speed narrowband.  shit man.  to think that there is broadband, but the peeps here don't give a hoot about the most important thing, the bloody CPU.  i mean, it looks like a Pentium 2 and a half, and that's already a freaking compliment.  new coms man, they need new coms.  i'll kinda suggest that in the suggestion book.  if they have on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, the keyboard i'm using now is totally horrid.  apparently, the Spacebar isn't working properly and it's like using a manual typewriter from the 1970s.  it's crazy.  you hafta press the bloody spacebar so hard.  new equipments...  this place needs new equipments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also.  every house has a DVD player and a VCR player, which is cool.  but what's the use of a DVD and VCR player when you have to take a 15 minute drive to a video rental shop to rent a video for like 5 bucks a night?!  i mean, can't they like supply one or two good movies?  but well, can't really complain can i?  didn't even expect a DVD player in the 1st place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways.  the nice stuff.  i went to church today.  it's this nice lil church in this nice lil town.  the church looked nice.  but i realised that the youths here don't go to church.  the whole place looked like a hospice.  but they are nice people.  old people are friendly =]  but no young people in an Australian church?  this place could use some help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and one more thing.  apparently, Hillsong CDs here are like 30 bucks. that's expensive.  and i always thought local products will be cheaper.  hell never mind.  we got two bottles of wine for 20 bucks.  haha. that's good...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah.  it's nice here, but i can't wait to go back.  oh yeah.  i may be changing blogs soon cause i have way too many posts. when i hit 200 posts then i'll change it. or probably i'll change this URL and create another blog with the same "wahap" URL.  whatever it is lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well.  hope to be back soon and pray that God will keep us safe here.  yo peace out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26852614-5454173639701996274?l=wahap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wahap.blogspot.com/feeds/5454173639701996274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26852614&amp;postID=5454173639701996274' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26852614/posts/default/5454173639701996274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26852614/posts/default/5454173639701996274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wahap.blogspot.com/2006/12/whee.html' title=''/><author><name>Bryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07178228369113839396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26852614.post-3927832069906228313</id><published>2006-12-02T16:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-02T16:26:44.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh bloody hell. the internet is freaking slow here.  and this is freaking broadband.  oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes i am still in the land down under, sunny (well not so sunny) Australia, and i'm freezing my ass off down here.  summer my ass. it's like 15 degrees here.  and it's bout 8 degs in the morning.  and it's summer man.  oh wells.  it is nice here.  clean air, occasional warmth from the not-so-bright sun above... yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hope nothing serious went down when i wasn't around... heh.  and serious meaning something bad. haha.  anyways. missed t-junction and it's kinda sad, but oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh shit lah.  so long of not blogging and i'm still blogging randomness and total bullshit.  where's my inspiration?  i mean, last time i could blog freaking long posts and now i can't!  ah i've been infected by total random shit.  to hell with it&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26852614-3927832069906228313?l=wahap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wahap.blogspot.com/feeds/3927832069906228313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26852614&amp;postID=3927832069906228313' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26852614/posts/default/3927832069906228313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26852614/posts/default/3927832069906228313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wahap.blogspot.com/2006/12/oh-bloody-hell.html' title=''/><author><name>Bryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07178228369113839396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26852614.post-7241508391561149221</id><published>2006-11-25T10:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-25T10:55:08.839+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so i'm leaving soon.  hell.  gonna miss church.  but i hope Australia will be fun, and pray that God will keep me and my family safe during the trip.  yeah.  ciao everyone&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26852614-7241508391561149221?l=wahap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wahap.blogspot.com/feeds/7241508391561149221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26852614&amp;postID=7241508391561149221' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26852614/posts/default/7241508391561149221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26852614/posts/default/7241508391561149221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wahap.blogspot.com/2006/11/so-im-leaving-soon.html' title=''/><author><name>Bryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07178228369113839396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26852614.post-273508212510481652</id><published>2006-11-23T22:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-23T22:17:21.851+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/7430/3277/1600/13614/2005.lotus.elise[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/7430/3277/320/450462/2005.lotus.elise%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;this is the car i saw.  freaking nice yeah? i want it.  grrr&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26852614-273508212510481652?l=wahap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wahap.blogspot.com/feeds/273508212510481652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26852614&amp;postID=273508212510481652' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26852614/posts/default/273508212510481652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26852614/posts/default/273508212510481652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wahap.blogspot.com/2006/11/this-is-car-i-saw.html' title=''/><author><name>Bryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07178228369113839396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26852614.post-3900905407321648882</id><published>2006-11-23T21:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-23T21:34:40.662+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh man.  i saw this car.  it's freaking nice.  it's nicer than a Ferrari.  Lotus.  a lotus.  damn nice car.  saw it on the road and it's freaking nice.  must cost a bomb.  that's my new dream.  scrap the ferrari.  now i want a lotus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my sis did better than me in PSLE (grrr).  she got 261 while i got 260 last time.  but overall the same cause her higher china got merit.  so both of us got 263 overall =]  so she's gonna apply for Nanyang girls and i'll probably see her every day.  damn.  now that's not really good.  but i'm happy for her =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that's abt it&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26852614-3900905407321648882?l=wahap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wahap.blogspot.com/feeds/3900905407321648882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26852614&amp;postID=3900905407321648882' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26852614/posts/default/3900905407321648882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26852614/posts/default/3900905407321648882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wahap.blogspot.com/2006/11/oh-man.html' title=''/><author><name>Bryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07178228369113839396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26852614.post-3100133315223427625</id><published>2006-11-22T23:03:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-22T23:04:45.918+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>they say i will find out something later.  suspense is killing me.  i hate suspense.  i can't take suspense.  and this ends The Series of Unfortunate Randomness&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26852614-3100133315223427625?l=wahap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wahap.blogspot.com/feeds/3100133315223427625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26852614&amp;postID=3100133315223427625' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26852614/posts/default/3100133315223427625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26852614/posts/default/3100133315223427625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wahap.blogspot.com/2006/11/they-say-i-will-find-out-something.html' title=''/><author><name>Bryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07178228369113839396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26852614.post-2714947801084854785</id><published>2006-11-22T23:03:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-22T23:03:57.369+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>and Zach and Judith are creeping me out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26852614-2714947801084854785?l=wahap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wahap.blogspot.com/feeds/2714947801084854785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26852614&amp;postID=2714947801084854785' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26852614/posts/default/2714947801084854785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26852614/posts/default/2714947801084854785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wahap.blogspot.com/2006/11/and-zach-and-judith-are-creeping-me-out_22.html' title=''/><author><name>Bryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07178228369113839396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26852614.post-2804769303850696959</id><published>2006-11-22T23:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-22T23:03:52.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>and Zach and Judith are creeping me out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26852614-2804769303850696959?l=wahap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wahap.blogspot.com/feeds/2804769303850696959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26852614&amp;postID=2804769303850696959' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26852614/posts/default/2804769303850696959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26852614/posts/default/2804769303850696959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wahap.blogspot.com/2006/11/and-zach-and-judith-are-creeping-me-out.html' title=''/><author><name>Bryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07178228369113839396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26852614.post-8377297334100131823</id><published>2006-11-22T23:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-22T23:03:29.701+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>=]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26852614-8377297334100131823?l=wahap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wahap.blogspot.com/feeds/8377297334100131823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26852614&amp;postID=8377297334100131823' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26852614/posts/default/8377297334100131823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26852614/posts/default/8377297334100131823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wahap.blogspot.com/2006/11/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Bryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07178228369113839396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26852614.post-3947483600214270157</id><published>2006-11-22T22:41:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-22T22:42:24.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>and zach's in my house and he knows i blogged abt me trashing him.  he's getting all defensive and all and i love it&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26852614-3947483600214270157?l=wahap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wahap.blogspot.com/feeds/3947483600214270157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26852614&amp;postID=3947483600214270157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26852614/posts/default/3947483600214270157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26852614/posts/default/3947483600214270157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wahap.blogspot.com/2006/11/and-zachs-in-my-house-and-he-knows-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Bryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07178228369113839396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26852614.post-6034058980502404158</id><published>2006-11-22T22:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-22T22:41:39.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>must be damn bored&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26852614-6034058980502404158?l=wahap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wahap.blogspot.com/feeds/6034058980502404158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26852614&amp;postID=6034058980502404158' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26852614/posts/default/6034058980502404158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26852614/posts/default/6034058980502404158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wahap.blogspot.com/2006/11/must-be-damn-bored.html' title=''/><author><name>Bryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07178228369113839396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26852614.post-4438657871264146087</id><published>2006-11-22T22:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-22T22:41:31.369+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yes and that was pure randomness.  so is this =0&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26852614-4438657871264146087?l=wahap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wahap.blogspot.com/feeds/4438657871264146087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26852614&amp;postID=4438657871264146087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26852614/posts/default/4438657871264146087'/><link rel='self' 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I TRASHED ZACH AGAIN.  ok.  sometimes i beat him (not trashing), but most of the time, i freaking trashed him.. yes.  FIFA 2007 again.  blah blah blah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26852614-5834439056235355416?l=wahap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wahap.blogspot.com/feeds/5834439056235355416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26852614&amp;postID=5834439056235355416' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26852614/posts/default/5834439056235355416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26852614/posts/default/5834439056235355416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wahap.blogspot.com/2006/11/4-words.html' title=''/><author><name>Bryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07178228369113839396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26852614.post-5618756501637090768</id><published>2006-11-21T19:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-21T19:23:47.708+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>people are high.  that's highly insane.. get it?  highly insane? high?  nevermind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eugene is high, Judith is high, uh... uh...  ok.  only two people are high.  Eugene is like calling himself harkow cause Jon called him that -.-  sounds highly edible.  and Judith is high cause Joel Ng is back.  t-o-t-a-l opposite from me.  i'm kinda low that he's back.  get it? high, low?  nevermind again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes. total random ramblings on the blog now cause i have absolutely ziltch stuff to say.  cept for randomness.  sigh.  blog value dropping....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26852614-5618756501637090768?l=wahap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wahap.blogspot.com/feeds/5618756501637090768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26852614&amp;postID=5618756501637090768' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26852614/posts/default/5618756501637090768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26852614/posts/default/5618756501637090768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wahap.blogspot.com/2006/11/people-are-high.html' title=''/><author><name>Bryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07178228369113839396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26852614.post-1751839818970936702</id><published>2006-11-19T22:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-19T22:48:54.464+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>well church was ok.  but i kinda felt that my new band is screwed.  the music today was not really good.  the leading and all.  a little messy.  messy to the extent that i can't stand it.  and the guitar strumming was also a little off.  made it kinda hard for me to play properly.  can't wait to switch back to the old band arrangement come next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh wells.  i'm gonna go to Australia soon.  don't know if it's gonna be sian or not but i heard that they had DVDs to watch there so i guess i'd be doing what i normally do at home.  so we ask, what is a vacation for if we are just doing the same thing we do at home?  i don't know really.  i guess i like the cool weather there.  face it.  Singapore's weather sucks big time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then of course if possible, i'll try to catch a movie there.  NC-16 movies are like for 14 yos i think.  or something like that.  not too sure but i'm hoping that it's laxer than Singapore.  one more thing about Singapore.  the bloody censorship too bloody strict.  they not only make movie ratings high, they delete scenes.  pish.  take Casino Royale for example.  there was the scene (not shown) of Bond and Vesper in the sea or something.  DELETED!  please lah!  she's wearing a swim suit lor.  cut for what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see, see.  Singapore just too strict lah the censorship.  but cannot complain.  at least they made Casino Royale PG13.  and speaking of movies,  i just can't wait for next year.  finally the NIRC will work it's magic and for once, have a use.  letting me in to NC-16 movies.  yeah!  gore... gore... gore... gore... gore... gore... gore... gore...  16 rocks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26852614-1751839818970936702?l=wahap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wahap.blogspot.com/feeds/1751839818970936702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26852614&amp;postID=1751839818970936702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26852614/posts/default/1751839818970936702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26852614/posts/default/1751839818970936702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wahap.blogspot.com/2006/11/well-church-was-ok.html' title=''/><author><name>Bryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07178228369113839396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26852614.post-6124812803799423868</id><published>2006-11-18T21:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-18T21:59:21.277+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yeah ok.  so radio blog is nice and has a lot of songs that i like.  ok fine.  oh yeah.  Band A is kinda screwed.  messy.  very.  so tomorrow is kinda like dead.  chia lat.  very.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26852614-6124812803799423868?l=wahap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wahap.blogspot.com/feeds/6124812803799423868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26852614&amp;postID=6124812803799423868' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26852614/posts/default/6124812803799423868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26852614/posts/default/6124812803799423868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wahap.blogspot.com/2006/11/yeah-ok.html' title=''/><author><name>Bryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07178228369113839396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26852614.post-1760338824645533756</id><published>2006-11-17T20:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T20:26:31.659+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yeah so i watched Casino Royale and returned home at 2am tired and all.  but the show was good.  i'm not gonna put any spoilers here, but lemme tell you, the majority of the action was in the 1st hour.  and the bad guy, he dies a freaking anti-climax death.  watch and see.  but it was seriously freaking good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26852614-1760338824645533756?l=wahap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wahap.blogspot.com/feeds/1760338824645533756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26852614&amp;postID=1760338824645533756' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26852614/posts/default/1760338824645533756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26852614/posts/default/1760338824645533756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wahap.blogspot.com/2006/11/yeah-so-i-watched-casino-royale-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Bryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07178228369113839396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26852614.post-3985432672479911368</id><published>2006-11-13T16:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T16:27:04.034+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok.  short one.  my hands hurt that's why i havent been blogging.  pulled my arm muscles.  yes very pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i saw this on Life! today.  apparently Tata Young thinks Oprah is sexy.  and she said she wears boxers and a t-shirt at home.  well.  let's see shall we.  i bet my last dollar Tata Young in boxers and t-shirt is sexier than uh, say, Katie Holmes.  hands down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah. random crap here.  so Zach.  you wanna rematch?  i'll see how much i trash you next time.... muahahahahahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26852614-3985432672479911368?l=wahap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wahap.blogspot.com/feeds/3985432672479911368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26852614&amp;postID=3985432672479911368' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26852614/posts/default/3985432672479911368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26852614/posts/default/3985432672479911368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wahap.blogspot.com/2006/11/ok.html' title=''/><author><name>Bryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07178228369113839396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26852614.post-3573459328401711983</id><published>2006-11-11T19:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T19:46:08.891+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*THE BELOW WILL BE PURE RANDOMNESS*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes Buffon is the best. he only let in two goals in the World Cup not counting penalty shootouts after extra time. and one was an own goal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wikipedia is a good source of info. i wikied Buffon. found that his 1st name is quite long. also found that he's not as old as i thought. also found out that he only let in two goals. wikipedia is nice =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i may be high. i don't know. maybe. not on drugs lah you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was fun. played soccer with Zach (on the PS2). beat him 4 times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) ManU 2 - 0 Liverpool&lt;br /&gt;2) Italy 5 - 1 France&lt;br /&gt;3) Portugal 3 - 0 Germany&lt;br /&gt;4) Spain 4 - 3 Germany&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehe. the last one was siao. 4 - 3. i almost heart attack. see. 1st goal was by me. 2nd by Zach, 3rd was a penalty Zach gave to me =] and yeah. we took turns lah. so it was 3 all and it was like 80th minute and i didn't wanna do extra time or penalty shootouts. i was almost going crazy lor. then i scored with Raul in the 82nd minute and Zach was like "WHAT?! noooooooooooooooooooooo!" and i was like "YES YES YES!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok that's about all the randomness for now. oh yes. Jazmon plays well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26852614-3573459328401711983?l=wahap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wahap.blogspot.com/feeds/3573459328401711983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26852614&amp;postID=3573459328401711983' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26852614/posts/default/3573459328401711983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26852614/posts/default/3573459328401711983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wahap.blogspot.com/2006/11/below-will-be-pure-randomness-yes.html' title=''/><author><name>Bryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07178228369113839396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26852614.post-8084013628944840813</id><published>2006-11-10T22:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-10T23:16:49.951+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh Christmas is coming.  time of giving, time of lovejoypeacekindness, time of happiness.... time of receiving.  let's see what i want for Christmas.  it's not a lot really&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Driver's license&lt;br /&gt;2) Armored truck&lt;br /&gt;3) Armor piercing battle rifle&lt;br /&gt;4) Detonator activated grenades&lt;br /&gt;5) Ownership of FIFA&lt;br /&gt;6) The World&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nah i'm joking.  this is what i really want.  but if it's possible to get the above, hell i want them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) New phone plan which gives me more than 500 sms&lt;br /&gt;2) Nokia N73&lt;br /&gt;3) *be creative with this one.  anything you can think of*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kinda means i have very little wants. all i want is an N73 and a new phone plan.  maybe costs about 600 to 700 bucks.  not a lot of you ask me.  or maybe it's a lot...  hmm...  ok scrap it all.  i think i want a PS3.... modified.  or i could just get the armored truck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;forget it.  now i should really start getting people stuff for Christmas.  just tag me and tell me what the heck you want and i'll see how much cash i have.  trust me.  i don't have a lot of cash.  it's all in the bank.  and once it's in, my mom won't let me take it out.  yeah.  guess i can cough up about 200 bucks for presents.  maybe 300.  but it can't buy much.  and i still need that cash for my PS3...  oh whatever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saw a cat kill a bird today.  kinda funny.  always though birds were invulnerable (unless you're talking about the guy that gahmen hires to kill birds with his shotgun).  anyway.  the cat just pounced on the bird, bit the bird's neck damn hard and the bird died.  cruel world out there.  it's a cat eat bird would (yes i know that it's "dog eat dog world" but i'm just trying out a little humour here... laugh please... ha. ha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well.  seems i blog more often now.  and it seems i'm just talking crap all the time.  just like right now.  whatever i'm typing right now is simply pure crap.  and people bother to look at pure crap.  man i tell you, you have never seen pure like this.  yeah.  yeah.  uh.  yeah.  yeah.  right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok i shall not crap any longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Adonai - Hillsong (Mighty To Save)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Verse 1&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lift my voice&lt;br /&gt;I lift my praise to You&lt;br /&gt;I life my hands&lt;br /&gt;I lift my worship to You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pre-Chorus&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I love You more than I can say&lt;br /&gt;Oh I love You more than I can say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chorus&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever I will sing only You will I adore&lt;br /&gt;Glorify my Lord only You will I serve&lt;br /&gt;For the world will fade away&lt;br /&gt;Still my song to You remains&lt;br /&gt;Only You will I adore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bridge&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I love You always&lt;br /&gt;Oh I love You always&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26852614-8084013628944840813?l=wahap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wahap.blogspot.com/feeds/8084013628944840813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26852614&amp;postID=8084013628944840813' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26852614/posts/default/8084013628944840813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26852614/posts/default/8084013628944840813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wahap.blogspot.com/2006/11/oh-christmas-is-coming.html' title=''/><author><name>Bryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07178228369113839396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26852614.post-3872864971416711515</id><published>2006-11-09T20:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T20:38:26.721+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh wells.  blogging time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah i had a nice day today.  uh.  i went to school.  yes.  and i'm happy.  no i'm not dammit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what so happy in the world now?  i can think of more unhappy things than happy things.  lets see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy stuff&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Saddam's gonna kick the bucket&lt;br /&gt;2) The Democrats seem to be stronger than the Republicans&lt;br /&gt;3) Donald Rumsfeld can retire and drink rum&lt;br /&gt;4) uh&lt;br /&gt;5) i guess that's all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Unhappy Stuff&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) I can't go for T-Junction&lt;br /&gt;2) It's damn sian staying at home everyday&lt;br /&gt;3) Saddam's gonna take a long time to kick the bucket&lt;br /&gt;4) We can't see Bush lose 'cause his term's gonna be over anyway&lt;br /&gt;5) I'm running out of games&lt;br /&gt;6) Chelsea seems to have unlimited supply of cash&lt;br /&gt;7) So does Real Madrid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that's just the tip of the iceberg.  see the unhappy stuff outweighing the happy stuff? sheesh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i'm not unhappy.  i'm just saying that there are unhappy stuff happening in the world.  i remain happy =]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26852614-3872864971416711515?l=wahap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wahap.blogspot.com/feeds/3872864971416711515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26852614&amp;postID=3872864971416711515' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26852614/posts/default/3872864971416711515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26852614/posts/default/3872864971416711515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wahap.blogspot.com/2006/11/oh-wells.html' title=''/><author><name>Bryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07178228369113839396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26852614.post-6883946979140276457</id><published>2006-11-07T19:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-07T20:15:56.331+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>myloveisjustasongthatilikeanditdoesnotmeanthatihaveanewsomeonesheesh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn... what so interesting about my love life anyway? -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, before all this. today was fun, but holidays are just monotonous. it's kinda becoming boring. in fact, i'd rather work that play all day now. it's damn sian you know? wake up at 9am, play till 12noon, have lunch, play till 6pm, watch TV, have dinner, watch TV, play till i feel like sleeping. it was fun at first but now i kinda hate it. so i have come up with a couple of solutions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) I wake up later so i play less&lt;br /&gt;2) I destroy my PS2&lt;br /&gt;3) Get cable TV&lt;br /&gt;4) Go to work&lt;br /&gt;5) Mug during the holidays&lt;br /&gt;6) Get a life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess i should pick 1, 3, and probably 4. cause i guess i already have a life although it's monotonous but it's still a life. i cannot possibly destroy my PS2 cause i somehow take a liking to material goods. Mugging is simply out of the question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh wells. today i was on the bus to school when some freaky shit happened. there was this man on the bus. looked kinda like some cartoon character like a mutated Garfield or something. like Garfield mixed with Bugs Bunny and mutated like some shit. big eyes, rabbit teeth, weird grin, crappy hairstyle, 1930s specs. yeah. he was like staring at me, you know. and normally i wouldn't stare at other people on the bus, especially girls. but this ass was freaking me out yeah? so i turned to my left and stared there till he got off the freaking bus. and i was, uh, staring at, uh, some girl. some, uh, kinda good looking girl. figured that "chio" isn't the best word to use, for some unknown reason; maybe cause i may get into some big trouble for yet another unknown reason. in fact, i don't even know why i began talking about this but i'm just kinda lazy to press the backspace to delete this ok? sheesh. i should have just told that freaky guy to *insert certain four lettered word here* off or something, i don't know. but i was wearing my school t so i couldn't so that. so that is why i have decided to buy another school's t for occasions like this. aiyah. forget it. just can't shut up can i?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yes. iwanttobuynewgamesformyps2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DISCLAIMER - all songs i post from now on have no other meaning unless otherwise stated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chasing Cars - Snow Patrol&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll do it all&lt;br /&gt;Everything&lt;br /&gt;On our own&lt;br /&gt;We don't need&lt;br /&gt;Anything&lt;br /&gt;Or anyone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I lay here&lt;br /&gt;If I just lay here&lt;br /&gt;Would you lie with me and just forget the world?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't quite know&lt;br /&gt;How to say&lt;br /&gt;How I feel&lt;br /&gt;Those three words&lt;br /&gt;I said too much&lt;br /&gt;They're not enough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I lay here&lt;br /&gt;If I just lay here&lt;br /&gt;Would you lie with me and just forget the world?&lt;br /&gt;Forget what we're told&lt;br /&gt;Before we get too old&lt;br /&gt;Show me a garden that's bursting into life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's waste time&lt;br /&gt;Chasing cars&lt;br /&gt;Around our heads&lt;br /&gt;I need your grace&lt;br /&gt;To remind me&lt;br /&gt;To find my own&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I lay here&lt;br /&gt;If I just lay here&lt;br /&gt;Would you lie with me and just forget the world?&lt;br /&gt;Forget what we're told&lt;br /&gt;Before we get too old&lt;br /&gt;Show me a garden that's bursting into life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All that I am&lt;br /&gt;All that I ever was&lt;br /&gt;Is here in your perfect eyes, they're all I can see&lt;br /&gt;I don't know where&lt;br /&gt;Confused about how as well&lt;br /&gt;Just know that these things will never change for us at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I lay here&lt;br /&gt;If I just lay here&lt;br /&gt;Would you lie with me and just forget the world?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and Eminem is coming up with a new album although he said he has retired from rapping. sheesh. these people love money.... so in the spirit of "Eminemism" and since his new album is coming out, i shall post one of his song lyrics that does not have a fourletteredfword in it. and somehow i can remember the words and i can rap it faster than he did in the song. don't ask me how i do it and don't ask me to do it. useless skill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just Lose It - Eminem&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Intro]&lt;br /&gt;Guess who's back?&lt;br /&gt;Back again&lt;br /&gt;Shady's back&lt;br /&gt;Tell a friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now everyone report to the dance floor&lt;br /&gt;To the dance floor, to the dance floor&lt;br /&gt;Now everyone report to the dance floor&lt;br /&gt;Alright Stop!.....Pajama time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Verse 1]&lt;br /&gt;Come here little kiddies,&lt;br /&gt;On my lap&lt;br /&gt;Guess who's back with a brand new rap?&lt;br /&gt;And I don't mean rap as in a new case of child molestation accusation&lt;br /&gt;(HA-HA-HA-HA-HA)&lt;br /&gt;No worries, papa's got a brand new bag of toys&lt;br /&gt;What else could I possibly do to make noise?&lt;br /&gt;I done touched on everything, but little boys&lt;br /&gt;That's not a stab at Michael&lt;br /&gt;That's just a metaphor,&lt;br /&gt;I'm just psycho&lt;br /&gt;I go a little bit crazy sometimes&lt;br /&gt;I get a little bit out of control with my rhymes&lt;br /&gt;Good God, dip, do a little slide&lt;br /&gt;Bend down, touch your toes and just glide&lt;br /&gt;Up the center of the dance floor&lt;br /&gt;Like TP for my bunghole&lt;br /&gt;And it's cool if you let one go&lt;br /&gt;Nobody's gonna know, who'd hear it?&lt;br /&gt;Give a little "poot poot", it's OK!&lt;br /&gt;[Fart Sound]&lt;br /&gt;Oops my CD just skipped&lt;br /&gt;And everyone just heard you let one rip&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm gonna make you dance&lt;br /&gt;It's your chance&lt;br /&gt;Yeah boy shake that ass&lt;br /&gt;Oops I mean girl girl girl girl&lt;br /&gt;Girl you know you're my world&lt;br /&gt;Alright now lose it&lt;br /&gt;HA-HA-HA-HA-HA)&lt;br /&gt;Just lose it&lt;br /&gt;(HA-HA-HA-HA-HA)&lt;br /&gt;Go crazy&lt;br /&gt;(HA-HA-HA-HA-HA)&lt;br /&gt;Oh baby (HA-HA)&lt;br /&gt;Oh baby, baby (HA-HA)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Verse 2]&lt;br /&gt;Well, it's Friday and it's my day&lt;br /&gt;Just to party all the way to Sunday&lt;br /&gt;Maybe 'til Monday, I dunno what day&lt;br /&gt;Everyday's just a holiday&lt;br /&gt;Crusin' on the freeway&lt;br /&gt;Feelin' kinda breezy&lt;br /&gt;Got the top down, lettin' my hair blow&lt;br /&gt;I dunno where I'm goin'&lt;br /&gt;All I know is when I get there&lt;br /&gt;Someone's gonna "touch my body"&lt;br /&gt;Excuse me miss, I don't mean to sound like a jerk&lt;br /&gt;But I'm feelin' just a little stressed out from work&lt;br /&gt;Could you punch me in the stomach and pull my hair?&lt;br /&gt;Spit on me, maybe gouge my eyes out? (Yeah)&lt;br /&gt;Now, what's your name girl?&lt;br /&gt;What's your sign?&lt;br /&gt;[Dr Dre] "Man, you must be up out your mind"&lt;br /&gt;DRE! (HA-HA)&lt;br /&gt;Beer Goggles!&lt;br /&gt;Blind!I'm just tryna unwind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]Now I'm gonna make you dance&lt;br /&gt;It's your chance&lt;br /&gt;Yeah boy shake that ass&lt;br /&gt;Oops I mean girl girl girl girl&lt;br /&gt;Girl you know you're my world&lt;br /&gt;Alright now lose it&lt;br /&gt;(HA-HA-HA-HA-HA)&lt;br /&gt;Just lose it&lt;br /&gt;(HA-HA-HA-HA-HA)&lt;br /&gt;Go crazy&lt;br /&gt;(HA-HA-HA-HA-HA)&lt;br /&gt;Oh baby (HA-HA)&lt;br /&gt;Oh baby, baby (HA-HA)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Verse 3]&lt;br /&gt;It's Tuesday and I'm locked up&lt;br /&gt;I'm in jail and I don't know what happened&lt;br /&gt;They say I was running butt naked&lt;br /&gt;Down the street screaming&lt;br /&gt;(HA-HA-HA-HA-HA)&lt;br /&gt;Well I'm sorry, I don't remember&lt;br /&gt;All I know is this muchI'm not guilty&lt;br /&gt;They said, "Save it, boy we gotcha you on tape&lt;br /&gt;Yellin' at an old lady 'Touch my body!'"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now this is the part where the rap breaks down&lt;br /&gt;It gets real intense, no one makes a sound&lt;br /&gt;Everything looks like it's 8 Mile now&lt;br /&gt;The beat comes back and everybody lose themselves&lt;br /&gt;Snap back to reality&lt;br /&gt;Look it's B.Rabbit!&lt;br /&gt;Yo you signed me up to battle!?&lt;br /&gt;I'm a grown man!&lt;br /&gt;Chubba chubba chubba chubba chubba chubbie&lt;br /&gt;I don't have any lines to go right here so, chubba teletubbie!&lt;br /&gt;Fella's (WHAT?!)&lt;br /&gt;Fella's (WHAT?!)&lt;br /&gt;Grab you left nut, make your right one jealous (what?)&lt;br /&gt;Black girls&lt;br /&gt;White girls&lt;br /&gt;Skinny girls&lt;br /&gt;Fat girls&lt;br /&gt;Tall girls&lt;br /&gt;Small girls&lt;br /&gt;I'm callin' all girls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone report to the dance floor&lt;br /&gt;It's your chance for a little romance or&lt;br /&gt;Butt squeezin' it's the season&lt;br /&gt;Just go (HA-HA-HA-HA)&lt;br /&gt;It's so appeasin'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm gonna make you dance&lt;br /&gt;It's your chance&lt;br /&gt;Yeah boy shake that ass&lt;br /&gt;Oops I mean girl girl girl girl&lt;br /&gt;Girl you know you're my world&lt;br /&gt;Alright now lose it&lt;br /&gt;(HA-HA-HA-HA-HA)&lt;br /&gt;Just lose it&lt;br /&gt;(HA-HA-HA-HA-HA)&lt;br /&gt;Go crazy&lt;br /&gt;(HA-HA-HA-HA-HA)&lt;br /&gt;Oh baby (HA-HA)&lt;br /&gt;Oh baby, baby (HA-HA)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Outro]&lt;br /&gt;UmMmMmm touch my body&lt;br /&gt;UmMmMmm touch my body&lt;br /&gt;Ooh boy just touch my body&lt;br /&gt;I mean girl just touch my body&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know finally i made such a long post. =] but oh hell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after all the dissing Casino Royale, i finally decided that i want to watch it. i mean, good or not i will watch it cause i am a Bong, i mean Bond fan. oh yes. 007 said: "I know that Double O Seven has a very short life expectency". RIGHT! he lives long enough.... tooooooooooooo long. and not to mention too much sex. he'll probably die of STD before a bullet goes into his brain or heart. or he'll remain lucky. whatever. this is the problem about movies... the main characters just can't die. if only my life was a movie. then i can't die.... well that's it. long post. if anyone even bothers to read... haha.  and i hope it's not NC-16, M18 or R21.  hope i can watch it....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ciao&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26852614-6883946979140276457?l=wahap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wahap.blogspot.com/feeds/6883946979140276457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26852614&amp;postID=6883946979140276457' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26852614/posts/default/6883946979140276457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26852614/posts/default/6883946979140276457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wahap.blogspot.com/2006/11/myloveisjustasongthatilikeanditdoesnotm.html' title=''/><author><name>Bryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07178228369113839396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26852614.post-3718779933134606006</id><published>2006-11-06T21:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-06T21:12:41.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;My Love - Justin Timberlake feat. T.I&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I wrote you a symphony&lt;br /&gt;Just to say how much you mean to me what would you do&lt;br /&gt;If I told you you were beautiful&lt;br /&gt;Would you page me on the regular tell me would you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well baby I've been around the world&lt;br /&gt;But I aint seen myself another girl like you&lt;br /&gt;This ring here represents my heart&lt;br /&gt;But there is just one thing I need from you saying I do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because, I can see us holding hands&lt;br /&gt;Walking on the beach our toes in the sand&lt;br /&gt;I can see us in the country sidesitting in the grass laying side by side&lt;br /&gt;You can be my baby&lt;br /&gt;Gonna make you my lady&lt;br /&gt;Girl you amaze me&lt;br /&gt;Ain't gotta do nothin crazy&lt;br /&gt;See all I want you to do is be my love&lt;br /&gt;My love&lt;br /&gt;My love&lt;br /&gt;And I know no woman that could take your spot&lt;br /&gt;My love&lt;br /&gt;My love&lt;br /&gt;My love&lt;br /&gt;And I know no woman that could take your spot&lt;br /&gt;My love&lt;br /&gt;My  love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now If I wrote you a love note&lt;br /&gt;And make you smile with every word I wrote what would you do&lt;br /&gt;Would that make you wanna change your scene&lt;br /&gt;And wanna be the one in my scene tell me would you&lt;br /&gt;See what's the point in waiting anymore&lt;br /&gt;Cause girl I've never been more sure that baby it's you&lt;br /&gt;This ring here represents my heart&lt;br /&gt;And everything that you been waiting for&lt;br /&gt;Just saying I do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because, I can see us holding hands&lt;br /&gt;Walking on the beach our toes in the sand&lt;br /&gt;I can see us in the country side&lt;br /&gt;Sitting in the grass laying side by side&lt;br /&gt;You can be my baby&lt;br /&gt;Gonna make you my lady&lt;br /&gt;Girl you amaze me       &lt;br /&gt;Aint gotta do nothin crazy&lt;br /&gt;See all I want you to do is be my love&lt;br /&gt;My love, my love&lt;br /&gt;And I know no woman that could take your spot my&lt;br /&gt;My love, my love, my love&lt;br /&gt;And I know no woman that could take your spot my &lt;br /&gt;My love, my love&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26852614-3718779933134606006?l=wahap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wahap.blogspot.com/feeds/3718779933134606006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26852614&amp;postID=3718779933134606006' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26852614/posts/default/3718779933134606006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26852614/posts/default/3718779933134606006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wahap.blogspot.com/2006/11/my-love-justin-timberlake-feat.html' title=''/><author><name>Bryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07178228369113839396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26852614.post-6215003476887468634</id><published>2006-11-02T21:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-02T21:15:55.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>woah woah woah! HEY!  mah beloved fans want muah to blog, so blog i shall!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ooooooooook....  you know i'm beginning to hate the holidays.  it's getting kinda boring.  i do the same thing every day.  wake up, breakfast, wash up, play, lunch, play, dinner, play sleep.  i'm supposed to do this for 2 months!?  siao arh?!  and so today i did something different and went to school.  CCA.  got freaking tortured.  my legs hurt like hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i was playing today.  got my freaking neck a little sprained.  i mean, i was in that gaming position for so bloody long my neck was like cramped.  but it's better now...  sheesh.. really cannot play too much man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah hell.  you know.  not going to school really means i have nothing much to say.  the bulk of my blog comes from the thangs that happen in school.  i mean, face it, how many of our homes are interesting?  huh?  none right?  maybe a little interesting but it's not "blog interesting".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so hell.  this is called "jiao chai".  i did mah blogging already... Zach, don't hantum me.... i did it already!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26852614-6215003476887468634?l=wahap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wahap.blogspot.com/feeds/6215003476887468634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26852614&amp;postID=6215003476887468634' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26852614/posts/default/6215003476887468634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26852614/posts/default/6215003476887468634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wahap.blogspot.com/2006/11/woah-woah-woah-hey-mah-beloved-fans.html' title=''/><author><name>Bryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07178228369113839396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26852614.post-7904386305054580914</id><published>2006-10-31T21:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-31T21:21:42.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Scarface.  Man!  Rocks man!  the show, the game, Scarface rocks!  and if you don't know what is "Scarface", it's the 1983 film of Cuban drug lord Tony Montana.  it's damn nice.  proves what money does to you.  Tony Montana came from Cuba, got involved in selling yeyo (coke) for Sosa.  got rich, blah blah blah.  you know all the shit.  bought a mansion.  ended up killing his friend, his sister got killed then he got killed.  i mean.  the movie shows you what money does to a person.  he got money, then he became a different person you know?  money... does a person no good.  at least the love of money does...  should watch it.  vulgar, violent, but shows what money does.  it literally kills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I bury those cock-a-roaches!" - Tony Montana&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26852614-7904386305054580914?l=wahap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wahap.blogspot.com/feeds/7904386305054580914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26852614&amp;postID=7904386305054580914' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26852614/posts/default/7904386305054580914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26852614/posts/default/7904386305054580914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wahap.blogspot.com/2006/10/scarface.html' title=''/><author><name>Bryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07178228369113839396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26852614.post-7148239066799777511</id><published>2006-10-30T21:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-30T21:48:48.831+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>haven't posted in awhile.  played for my new band.  wasn't too good.  the cooperation and everything.. i mean. uh.  the WL was kinda disorganised.  but well, we'll work things out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bought this damn nice game... Fifa 07.  w00t w00t.  it's out! ahahahahaha. cool game.  started Manager Mode with AC Milan, now at the top of the table with more than 100 goals...  Unbeaten... in fact, i won every single bloody match!  love the game!!!!  yeah.  and i spent a truck load of money to transfer Buffon over from Juventus.  hell lot of money.  market price was what, 25 mil.  i spent 40 mil on him.  that's hell lot.  then now he's like worth much more in my club.  more than the 40 mil i spent on him.  you know, the stats increase and all... ah hell.  i love the game.  explains why i didn't blog for so long... hahahahaha...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26852614-7148239066799777511?l=wahap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wahap.blogspot.com/feeds/7148239066799777511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26852614&amp;postID=7148239066799777511' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26852614/posts/default/7148239066799777511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26852614/posts/default/7148239066799777511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wahap.blogspot.com/2006/10/havent-posted-in-awhile.html' title=''/><author><name>Bryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07178228369113839396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26852614.post-7090612257358514767</id><published>2006-10-26T22:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T22:49:24.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>well... sorry for not posting for so many days.  yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday was nice.  i had this Humanities In Celebration thing in my school.  so apparently, they had called me to saikang but when i went there they said they had enough people to saikang so i don't need to saikang so i was so happy that i didn't need to saikang so i did nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yes.  had this photography course.  it said "photography" but we didn't take any photos.  ziltch.  squat.  nada.  all we did was watch a friggin documentary about this photographer.  and the docu was nice.  he's this war photographer who goes into the battlefield and tries not to die.  cool job.  but i saw all the pics he took.  kinda sad.  all the poverty going on in the world right now.  sad...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then today, i had a hike.  fun!  went from Bukit Timah Hill all the way to MacRitchie.  about 5 hours hike.  cause we went in a big group so it was damn slow.  we took 5 hours to walk 14 km.  that's like damn zi bei can.  friggin slow lor.  but the hike made me damn tired.  now my feet hurt like hell.  so i just wanna go and sleep&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26852614-7090612257358514767?l=wahap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wahap.blogspot.com/feeds/7090612257358514767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26852614&amp;postID=7090612257358514767' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26852614/posts/default/7090612257358514767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26852614/posts/default/7090612257358514767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wahap.blogspot.com/2006/10/well.html' title=''/><author><name>Bryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07178228369113839396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26852614.post-2085408886782850917</id><published>2006-10-24T21:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-24T21:46:49.302+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>watched Miami Vice. sucks. don't bother watching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feel like my blog has been reduced to randomness... all the random shit. nothing much to say. must be the gaming. hell. that's about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah. United Live is coming to Singapore on the same day as T-Junction. so decide which one to go to. ahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/QxIJ9swGFUQ"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/QxIJ9swGFUQ" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26852614-2085408886782850917?l=wahap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wahap.blogspot.com/feeds/2085408886782850917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26852614&amp;postID=2085408886782850917' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26852614/posts/default/2085408886782850917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26852614/posts/default/2085408886782850917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wahap.blogspot.com/2006/10/watched-miami-vice.html' title=''/><author><name>Bryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07178228369113839396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26852614.post-2416175928777884896</id><published>2006-10-23T21:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T21:27:04.392+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok.  after watching the Matrix Revolutions again (i taped it), i finally understand the whole thing.  in fact, i spent today watching Matrix, Reloaded and Revolutions.  So apparently, the whole Matrix thing is a game.  a game played by the Oracle and the Architect.  so Neo and all the peeps are all pawns, with Neo being the greatest pawn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then in Revolutions, Oracle allowed herself to be turned into the Smith so that he would gain her future sight, thus explaining Smith knowing that he will win and knowing that he has to say: "Everything that has a beginning has an end, Neo."  So apparently, this was a jolt for Neo to sacrifice himself because Smith always calls Neo "Mr. Anderson".  Neo knows that that Smith is the Oracle speaking through Smith&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so.  Oracle said that she intended to unbalance the Matrix.  Neo and Smith are opposites.  Action, reaction.  Introduction of Neo into the Matrix brought about the manifestation of Smith.  Smith's only purpose is to eliminate Neo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In revolutions, at the start, we see Neo in a train station with that Indian guy and his daughter and wife.  apparently, his daughter was not allowed into the Matrix as every programme in the Matrix has to have a purpose.  Without a purpose, it will be destroyed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when Neo allowed Smith to take over his body, becoming a Smith himself, Smith lost his purpose in the Matrix, which was to eliminate Neo.  Thus, he was deleted, explaining the white light which destroyed Smith.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in the end we see Oracle talking to the Architect.  Apparently she had won the little game and everyone just died.  The end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so that's all the Matrix is about.  surprising how i can interpret movies but i cannot interpret Literature. sigh.  i wish i could interpret lit like i could with chim movies like the Matrix.  sigh....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26852614-2416175928777884896?l=wahap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wahap.blogspot.com/feeds/2416175928777884896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26852614&amp;postID=2416175928777884896' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26852614/posts/default/2416175928777884896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26852614/posts/default/2416175928777884896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wahap.blogspot.com/2006/10/ok_23.html' title=''/><author><name>Bryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07178228369113839396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26852614.post-7829236485250721596</id><published>2006-10-22T21:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-22T21:31:53.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>like what the heck?!  The Matrix Revolution's ending is damn crappy lor.  what.  Neo dies, Trinity dies.  and for no reason, all the Smiths explodes in some crazy ass white light just because Neo died.  that is damn WTF lor.  stupid ending.  tsk tsk.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26852614-7829236485250721596?l=wahap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wahap.blogspot.com/feeds/7829236485250721596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26852614&amp;postID=7829236485250721596' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26852614/posts/default/7829236485250721596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26852614/posts/default/7829236485250721596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wahap.blogspot.com/2006/10/like-what-heck-matrix-revolutions.html' title=''/><author><name>Bryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07178228369113839396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26852614.post-4327433856463160539</id><published>2006-10-19T21:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-19T21:17:11.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>seem kinda uninspired these few days.  you know.  to blog.  yeah.  nothing good to say.  well.  yeah.  sian lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh wells.  tomorrow's gonna be damn sian.  can't come online tomorrow 'cause have this stupid thing in school till 10.30pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heck it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26852614-4327433856463160539?l=wahap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wahap.blogspot.com/feeds/4327433856463160539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26852614&amp;postID=4327433856463160539' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26852614/posts/default/4327433856463160539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26852614/posts/default/4327433856463160539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wahap.blogspot.com/2006/10/seem-kinda-uninspired-these-few-days.html' title=''/><author><name>Bryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07178228369113839396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26852614.post-8653124201066276777</id><published>2006-10-18T18:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T22:57:16.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok. well. i'm happy. i did quite well this year i must say. overall, i got at least an A2 for every subject. haha. for my overall grade (overall as in the whole year, not just my exam), i got like uh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maths: A1&lt;br /&gt;Chinese: A2&lt;br /&gt;Bio: A2&lt;br /&gt;Physics: A1&lt;br /&gt;Chemistry: A1&lt;br /&gt;English: A2&lt;br /&gt;Humanities: A1&lt;br /&gt;Lit: A2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yep. so i guess i did ok. suprisingly, i did well for my lit exam. i got an A2. 73% so let's all be happy. frankly, lit has never been my forte. so now that i'm getting an A2, i'm satisfied already. haha. in fact, i was expecting a B3 but i guess this is an added bonus. haha. so yeah. i'm happy with my results this year =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i'm running out of games&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just 1 week after the exams and i'm playing like tomorrow's never going to come. shit. school's out and my brain starts to rot. guess everyone's like that. haha. we all know that games make our brains rot but we all love it. yeah. i love games too. but i'm running out of games. just 1 week and i almost finished all playable games that i have. that's a bummer. got to get new games. or borrow. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well... but i'm not looking forward to the weekend. this is one weekend i'm not looking forward to. the last time we are playing together. but well... it's going to come sooner or later. so we should make it our best. yeah. still haven't got over that yet...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways.  yeah.  haven't been sleeping well.  so well.  look at the time.  guess i better turn in now.  yeah....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26852614-8653124201066276777?l=wahap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wahap.blogspot.com/feeds/8653124201066276777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26852614&amp;postID=8653124201066276777' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26852614/posts/default/8653124201066276777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26852614/posts/default/8653124201066276777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wahap.blogspot.com/2006/10/ok_18.html' title=''/><author><name>Bryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07178228369113839396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26852614.post-2927339395414412615</id><published>2006-10-17T22:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T22:37:00.109+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok.  short 1.  88 for maths.  71 for english and a miserable 66 for chinese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow is lit and im damn scared.  so pls pray&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and pray for Joel Seet that he makes it past this yr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yea.  that's all&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26852614-2927339395414412615?l=wahap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wahap.blogspot.com/feeds/2927339395414412615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26852614&amp;postID=2927339395414412615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26852614/posts/default/2927339395414412615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26852614/posts/default/2927339395414412615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wahap.blogspot.com/2006/10/ok_17.html' title=''/><author><name>Bryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07178228369113839396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26852614.post-7684941399418203295</id><published>2006-10-16T20:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-16T20:57:59.147+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>you know what.  screw the other blog.  i'm just going to do this blog.  i mean.  it's my original blog what...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh wells.  checked some papers today.  not too bad.  i got a 79.5 for my chemistry.  got a 75 for geog, and a 73 for bio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i guess i shld be happy. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so tomorrow im checking every thing else.  pray that i will do well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and please pray for Joel Seet.  he may hafta retain.  and Javis too.  for Javis' english.  he nids to pass.  yes.  so please pray for these people.  yea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's about it.  yea.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26852614-7684941399418203295?l=wahap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wahap.blogspot.com/feeds/7684941399418203295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26852614&amp;postID=7684941399418203295' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26852614/posts/default/7684941399418203295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26852614/posts/default/7684941399418203295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wahap.blogspot.com/2006/10/you-know-what.html' title=''/><author><name>Bryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07178228369113839396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26852614.post-5718281525725731052</id><published>2006-10-15T23:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-15T23:38:47.971+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm blogging here.  finally.  but this is not my real blog still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;every beginning.. has an end.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what can i say?  its crap.  i mean.  change of bands?  no way.  dammit.  i don't wanna bloody change bands for cripes sake.  i love my band (i mean it).  i don't see the reason for the sudden decision to change and reshuffle everyone.  is it supposed to help us bond?  please.  people like me who have a stint of AP will not co-operate dammit.  most likely, we'll demand for a return back to our old band.  but no.  i shall throw away that stint of AP and i shall stick to their decision.  after all, they &lt;em&gt;are &lt;/em&gt;the mighty W Com....  no sacarsm here.  nooooooooooooo sacarsm.  they are in charge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can i shout? can i scream?  please.  the reshuffling feels like a loss.  it feels like a loss.  a total loss.  saddened perhaps?  feels like i lost some good memories.  all that goofing around during rehearsals.  all the fun.  all the laughter.  playing, jamming all the songs we all like.  now we can't play together.  no more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm in Band A.  all the time i complained that our band was not pro.  maybe i didn't say it out loud, but perhaps i meant it?  now i got what i wanted.  i'm in Band A.  supposedly the best band?  but i'm not happy.  now i just want to be where i really belong.  i want to be in the place where i started.  i started in Band C and i want to end in Band C.  it's where i belong.  Band C is my life.  all the people there have been in my life for so long.  now i'm supposed to leave to another band.  leave behind the memories.  leave behind the band that i was in.  the band in which i improved, in which i have become the drummer i am today, the band that my mentor took me into.  am i happy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hardly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why the split?  we're happy where we are now.  seriously.  "Band C" is just a name.  let it be Band F for all i care.  all i want is to be with the people.  the people i bonded with, the people i laughed with, the people i jammed with... the people i praised God with.  no i'm not criticising other bands.  i'm not saying Band A is not a good band.  i'm just saying that it's not my band.  it's not where i really want to be.  perhaps they feel that this is for our own good.  we bond with others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let me tell you what's "for our own good"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's for our own good that we stay where we belong.  it's for our own good that we praise God together with people we have bonded with.  it's for our own good that we make our own decisions as to where the heck we go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"for our own good"?  think again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;put me back with the people.  put me back with Javis.  put me back with Ben, with Zach, with Joel, with Grace, with Judith, with Ee Yang, with Joel Seet.  i enjoy their company.  we are one great band.  unified.  not all the time, but nonetheless, unified.  don't break us apart for goodness sake.  let us worship God as our own band.  unique.  not better, not worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just give me back what belongs to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but no.  i am a one man show.  i cannot make anyone unwrite this decision.  no way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;the swan song.  Grand Finale&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Band C's swan song.  our Grand Finale.  i never thought i'd see the day.  i never even contemplated the fact that we would be separated.  no.  but it has come to the day that Band C has to make it's final appearance...  final appearance as the original Band C.  final appearance as the Band C i know.  the Band C i love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we have to make it good.  i saw this Band nurture into what it is today.  from a band under Andrew.  now a band which comprises of individuals of my age.  individuals i love and bonded with.  Band C has changed.  for the better i must add.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our swan song.  it must be good.  no.  not musically.  we shall make the people, every person in YF worship with all their heart.  we shall send revival through this land.  we will make everyone know that He is our King, that He is our Creator, that He is sovereign.  and in the end. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Band C shall bow out.  bow out for the new Band C.  not worse.  but different.  different from what it is now.  it will never be the same.  it will never be the same band that i see it now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Band C is my life.  to lose it.  to be in another band.  it's like losing a friend.  something dear to me.  i am saddened.  very.  but we shall still lift our voices to Him.  be it our Band C, or the new Band C.  and we shall shout His praise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;the Grand Finale&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;for Him....&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/26852614-5718281525725731052?l=wahap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wahap.blogspot.com/feeds/5718281525725731052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26852614&amp;postID=5718281525725731052' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26852614/posts/default/5718281525725731052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26852614/posts/default/5718281525725731052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wahap.blogspot.com/2006/10/im-blogging-here.html' title=''/><author><name>Bryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07178228369113839396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26852614.post-4345708629573898350</id><published>2006-10-13T21:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T21:52:07.207+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i have a new blog and i'm not gonna tell anyone =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;only will tell people i can trust my life with.  hehe.  so if i tell you (you have to ask first), then you know i can trust you with my life.  haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 clue:  it was my msn nick.  haha.  and don't bother blog searching.  i deleted my name from it. haha.  have fun finding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will post here sometimes... haha.  but most of the time, this blog will just rot.  haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so long my fave bloggie!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26852614-4345708629573898350?l=wahap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wahap.blogspot.com/feeds/4345708629573898350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26852614&amp;postID=4345708629573898350' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26852614/posts/default/4345708629573898350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26852614/posts/default/4345708629573898350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wahap.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-have-new-blog-and-im-not-gonna-tell.html' title=''/><author><name>Bryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07178228369113839396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26852614.post-2909322785879306100</id><published>2006-10-12T19:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T21:10:34.174+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i can't freaking believe it! i'm freaking bloody FREEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOODNESS! all the bloody stress GONE! GONE! GONE! AHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is gonna be a damn bloody happy post! wheee! but i doubt it's be a happy post when i get my results though -.- but what the heck XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok well. it was just crazy! the two whole weeks of exams, it was very hard on me. lots of stress. but now i'm happy. haha. can't say i didn't put in effort. i mugged my ass off every single day till i thought i was going crazy. but hell. hehe. now its all getting better... haha. just pray that i'll get good results yes? hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i watched Man On Fire. its a very very good show. in fact its the 2nd time i watched it. but it just got better this time. haha.  its a very nice show.  all of you should watch. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok well.  i'm just gonna go spam my PS2.  but i will never neglect this blog lah! haha.  yes.  and again, pray that i will get good grades for the exam.  yea...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;so what can i say, and what can i do, but offer this heart... to my PS2  &lt;/em&gt;=]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26852614-2909322785879306100?l=wahap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wahap.blogspot.com/feeds/2909322785879306100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26852614&amp;postID=2909322785879306100' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26852614/posts/default/2909322785879306100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26852614/posts/default/2909322785879306100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wahap.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-cant-freaking-believe-it-im-freaking.html' title=''/><author><name>Bryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07178228369113839396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26852614.post-5361319814371938070</id><published>2006-10-11T20:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T20:45:52.127+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wheee!  yay!  exams gonna be over tomorrow! weee!  haha.  i'm so happy, i'm so happy, i'm so happy, i'm so happy, i'm so happy, i'm so happy... =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i coped this thing from Jon's blog.  heh.  i know that i cope all the quizzes! but its all i da name of fun yes no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's how it works:&lt;br /&gt;1. Put your music player on shuffle.&lt;br /&gt;2. Press forward for each question.&lt;br /&gt;3. Use the song title as the answer to the question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How am I feeling today?&lt;br /&gt;And that my Soul knows very well - Hillsong.  (ah ha! not telling!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will I get far in life?&lt;br /&gt;Closed curtains - Linkin Park&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do my friends see me?&lt;br /&gt;Forever - Hillsong (wheee! i know i know! ego..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where will I get married?&lt;br /&gt;SexyBack - Justin Timberlake (??? by the Lake?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is my best friend's theme song?&lt;br /&gt;You Raise Me Up - Josh Groban (lol. now who is my best friend?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the story of my life?&lt;br /&gt;My Happy Ending - Avril Lavigne (haha. i know my life very happy!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is/was high school like?&lt;br /&gt;Just don't Give a F*** - Eminem (1. i have this song?! 2. i agree)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can I get ahead in life?&lt;br /&gt;Meet You There - Simple Plan (sheesh.  in heaven issit?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the best thing about me?&lt;br /&gt;Open the Eyes of my Heart Lord (i love to open my eyes XD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is today going to be like?&lt;br /&gt;But It's Better If You Do - Panic! At the Disco (goodness.  someone interpret this for me?  i love Panic! btw)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is in store for this weekend?&lt;br /&gt;Son Of God - Hillsong (i agree.  off to church y'all)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What song describes my parent(s)?&lt;br /&gt;F*** Murder INC - 50 Cent (again.. i have this song?! then.. i don't know whether to laugh or to cry)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To describe my grandparents?&lt;br /&gt;Do You Want To - Franz Ferdinand (come on!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How is my life going?&lt;br /&gt;Role Model - Eminem (w00ts!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What song will they play at my funeral?&lt;br /&gt;I'm Not Ok - My Chemical Romance (duh.  i wld be dead lor)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How does the world see me?&lt;br /&gt;All I Need Is You - United Live (HELL YEAH!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will I have a happy life?&lt;br /&gt;Fly Away - F.I.R  (guess that's happy...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do my friends really think of me?&lt;br /&gt;My Best Friend - Hillsong  (ego, ego, ego.  hell.  EVERYONE LOVES MEEEEEE!!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do people secretly lust after me?&lt;br /&gt;Ming Tian - Lin Jun Jie  (i'm gonna love tomorrow)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can I make myself happy?&lt;br /&gt;Cleaning Out My Closet - Eminem (i agree. throw away all the shit homework and notes)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What should I do with my life?&lt;br /&gt;Cao Cao - Lin Jun Jie (be the next Hitler? Stalin? i dun wan!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will I ever have children?&lt;br /&gt;Boys and Girls - Good Charlotte (God thank you for the sign!  HAHAHAHA)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so like Jon.  i chose the more interesting ones and did the shuffling again.... say 6 times?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What song will they play at my funeral?&lt;br /&gt;Dang Ni Gu Dan Ni Hui Xiang Qi Shei - Zhang Dong Liang (what? to me or to my future wife and family?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What song will they play at my funeral?&lt;br /&gt;The Time Has Come - United Live (SHIT!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What song will they play at my funeral?&lt;br /&gt;You Are My World - Hillsong (HEHEHE)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What song will they play at my funeral?&lt;br /&gt;Lonely - Akon (-.- no comment)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What song will they play at my funeral?&lt;br /&gt;Bring Me To Life - Evanescence (HELL YEA! BRING ME TO LIFE!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What song will they play at my funeral?&lt;br /&gt;Here Without You - 3 Doors Down (SHIT SHIT!  i dun wanna die now!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do people secretly lust after me?&lt;br /&gt;Dirty Little Secret - The All-American Rejects (shhh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do people secretly lust after me?&lt;br /&gt;With All I Am - Hillsong (what should i say?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do people secretly lust after me?&lt;br /&gt;Have A Nice Day - Jon Bon Jovi (what?!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do people secretly lust after me?&lt;br /&gt;Happy Together - Simple Plan (is that a yes?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do people secretly lust after me?&lt;br /&gt;Breaking The Habit - Linkin Park (ya lor. dun lust lor)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do people secretly lust after me?&lt;br /&gt;All Day - Hillsong (...... i should be happy.. i should)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will I have a happy life?&lt;br /&gt;One - Simple Plan (duh. i only have 1 life lor)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will I have a happy life?&lt;br /&gt;Blessed - Hillsong (i'm smiling now..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will I have a happy life?&lt;br /&gt;I'll Take My Chances - The Click Five (smile just got wiped off)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will I have a happy life?&lt;br /&gt;Wu Xian - F.I.R  (XD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will I have a happy life?&lt;br /&gt;Dancing In the Moonlight - Toploader (smile is back on =])&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last one lah ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will I ever have children?&lt;br /&gt;Like Toy Soldiers - Eminem (SHIT! is that good or bad?!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will I ever have children?&lt;br /&gt;In Da Club - 50 Cent (shit hell no)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will I ever have children?&lt;br /&gt;Friday Night - The Click Five (no way)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will I ever have children?&lt;br /&gt;One Last Time - 50 Cent (shit i didn't even have a first!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will I ever have children?&lt;br /&gt;Yellow - Coldplay (nooo! yellow children? is it a disease?!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will I ever have children?&lt;br /&gt;Jie Kou - Jay Chou (i'm puzzled)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i decided to make my own new question.  i know... i know. people will probably stone me after you read this.  but hell.  all in the name of fun laughter peace and joy so dun do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will I have a girlfriend?&lt;br /&gt;The Riddle - Five For Fighting (dammit! i still don't know!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok.  one more time lah ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will I have a girlfriend?&lt;br /&gt;Irresistable - Hillsong (who? me or my future gf? i hope both lah. haha!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok.  the last two was a joke.  in fact the whole thing is a joke.  as i said, all in the name of funlaughterpeaceandjoy.  yay.  i'm high.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26852614-5361319814371938070?l=wahap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wahap.blogspot.com/feeds/5361319814371938070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26852614&amp;postID=5361319814371938070' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26852614/posts/default/5361319814371938070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26852614/posts/default/5361319814371938070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wahap.blogspot.com/2006/10/wheee-yay-exams-gonna-be-over-tomorrow.html' title=''/><author><name>Bryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07178228369113839396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26852614.post-5029663526128829528</id><published>2006-10-10T19:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-10T20:16:13.849+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>what can i say?  i love my blog so much i decided to post......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok.  well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh the horror!  Literature.  ok.  yes.  some people like lit *looks at Judith*  *shakes head*.  no offense.  haha.  but personally, lit sucks like hell.  haha.  i dunno lah.  its just damn hard can?  its damn crazy lor.  all the reading, interpreting etc.  its crazy lah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh fine.  but i'm just in a bloody holiday mood not XD  but well... its not over yet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;english paper today was a bloody killer! argh!  its hard ok?  haha.  hope i get at least an A2.  then i found out that i made 1 mistake in bio!  4 marks leh! aiyoh.  sad, sad, sad...  hope i get my 76 marks.  yes that's my aim.  haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i'm happy!  haha.  for unknown reasons.  unknown even to me! hehehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that was a total random post by your's truly&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26852614-5029663526128829528?l=wahap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wahap.blogspot.com/feeds/5029663526128829528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26852614&amp;postID=5029663526128829528' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26852614/posts/default/5029663526128829528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26852614/posts/default/5029663526128829528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wahap.blogspot.com/2006/10/what-can-i-say-i-love-my-blog-so-much-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Bryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07178228369113839396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26852614.post-9043329661617022268</id><published>2006-10-09T19:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-09T19:45:31.479+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so this is my second post.  cus i found this thing on someone's blog which i coped.  and its damn stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A-Damn good kisser.&lt;br /&gt;B- Good all around person.&lt;br /&gt;C- You're wild &amp; crazy.&lt;br /&gt;D- You have one of the best personalities ever.&lt;br /&gt;E-You have a nice ass.&lt;br /&gt;F- People totally adore you.&lt;br /&gt;G- You never let people tell you what to do.&lt;br /&gt;H- You have a very good personality and looks.&lt;br /&gt;I- You get hyper easily.&lt;br /&gt;J- Everyone loves you.&lt;br /&gt;K- You like to try new things.&lt;br /&gt;L- You live to have fun.&lt;br /&gt;M- Success comes easily to you.&lt;br /&gt;N- You are absolutely beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;O- You're an awesome person.&lt;br /&gt;P- You are popular with all types of people.&lt;br /&gt;Q- You are a hypocrite.&lt;br /&gt;R-Sexy!&lt;br /&gt;S- Easy to fall in love with.&lt;br /&gt;T- You're loyal to those you love.&lt;br /&gt;U- You really like to chill.&lt;br /&gt;V- You are not judgemental.&lt;br /&gt;W- You are very broad minded.&lt;br /&gt;X- You never let people tell you what to do.&lt;br /&gt;Y- One of the best bfs/gfs anyone could ask for.&lt;br /&gt;Z- You're a little too hard to find&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;B- Good all around person.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;R-Sexy!&lt;/em&gt; (somehow, i wish so, but i know its never gonna happen)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Y- One of the best bfs/gfs anyone could ask for.&lt;/em&gt; (i know ppl are going to say i have an inflatable ego, but hell.  I AGREE!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A-Damn good kisser.&lt;/em&gt; (hm. haven't tried really.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;N- You are absolutely beautiful&lt;/em&gt; (i gotta work on my ego)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;O- You're an awesome person.&lt;/em&gt; (ego, ego)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;N- You are absolutely beautiful.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;G- You never let people tell you what to do.&lt;/em&gt; (YES! exceptions are my mom [only sometimes], and the love of my life. so if you want to tell me what to do, and you are of the opposite sex, them hope you are the love of my life.  and sometimes i make exceptions for some people)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes.  it's stupid.  fine.  bring's out all my ego and stuff like that.  people are going to stone me, but i gotta say... I AGREE WITH MOST OF THE THINGS THERE. *avoids all stones thrown*....  now about that "i'm a good boyfriend thang"...........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;could there be a subtle hint than this.  i wonder....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hell.  a fun post.  lots of laffs!  chill!  exams.  we all gotta laugh.  but don't laugh at this.  i am dead serious.  i agree with the above stated to a large extent.  while cross referencing to my contextual knowledge, reliability is enhanced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok.  im joking! chill guys... haha.  but back to the topic.  i would suppose that i will be a good boyfriend....... heh....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oooook.  enough ego.  eh but i'm serious abt that arh... haha.  ok&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chill y'all.  ciao&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26852614-9043329661617022268?l=wahap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wahap.blogspot.com/feeds/9043329661617022268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26852614&amp;postID=9043329661617022268' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26852614/posts/default/9043329661617022268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26852614/posts/default/9043329661617022268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wahap.blogspot.com/2006/10/so-this-is-my-second-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Bryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07178228369113839396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26852614.post-290304941090051913</id><published>2006-10-09T19:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-09T19:27:49.549+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>shit. i can't stay off blogging can't i? hmm. aiyoh. i was doing fine, but once i start blogging, i can't stop. damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now even though i don't have anything much to say, i just want to blog. d'oh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;funny thing you know, MSN. all the people you meet. take Thomas for example. man. i can swear i have never ever met him. but hell. i have him on MSN, we talk ok. and i got him through Jlse. and then last week. one day before my chem paper. i was asking what was a pink solid (copper by the way). so i asked Thomas. so he invites his friend, Valencia, on. so yes. i ask her about the pink solid (i didn't know what was it at that time). so Thomas went offline, and thus i had to add Valencia. then i never delete her address off my MSN after that, and lo and behold. we are now chatting. the wonders of MSN. chatting with nice people i have never met in my life and will probably never meet. weee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then here comes the shocker. probably a shocker to many. England draws Macedonia nil, nil. how's that. we can all sense the "bye bye Steve McClaren" coming soon. perhaps it was the absence of J. Cole? but hell. that's just one midfielder... poor play...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then the other string of shockers. so many shockers we could make a dozen electric chairs. lets see. Ireland losing to Cyprus 2 - 5. please. what the heck is a Cyprus? then again, we see Wales losing to Slovakia 1 - 5. on home ground!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;probably the biggest disappointment was Spain losing to Sweden 2 - 0. GOODNESS! Spain was one of the best teams in the bloody World Cup! 25 games unbeaten! and look at this defeat. to Sweden?! what has foodball come to? ok. and then we have the Spanish newspapers slamming coach Luis Aragones for the loss. please. we can just fire him for goodness sake. i think Fandi Ahamad also can do a better job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then of course. Netherlands (the high and mighty Netherlands with Ruud van Nistelrooy) drawing Bulgaria 1 all. and you know why?? it's because Ruud van Nistelrooy was not allowed to play! i'm telling you, if the Real Madrid striker was allowed to play... damn. we won't see this disappointing results&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;amidst the exams, we see this disappointing performance from all the teams that were supposed to do well. where's the motivation to score for exams? uh. ok. so maybe there's no link. but heck. i really hope Spain wins the Euro Cup. its only the qualifiers. i know Spain will get in. yes. i know they will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and lastly, food for thought. you know there's always the time where you are woken up by phone calls? say in the morning? what do they always say? do they always say: "Hey, uh. You wake up liao or not har?" doesn't it make you just wanna feel like bashing their head in. or perhaps screaming: "Narbey! i talking to you liao you still ask me i wake up or not har?". i mean. it's a stupid question isn't it. if the guy is talking to you, obviously he is awake... duh... food for thought. hmm.. so yes. don't do this to others and if others do this to you... yes. scream at them using the above words. not copyrighted. plagarise for your own pleasure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yes.  and bio was ok.  and pray for the horror exam... LIT!  AHHH!!!!!  but after that... its FREEDOM!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26852614-290304941090051913?l=wahap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wahap.blogspot.com/feeds/290304941090051913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26852614&amp;postID=290304941090051913' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26852614/posts/default/290304941090051913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26852614/posts/default/290304941090051913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wahap.blogspot.com/2006/10/shit.html' title=''/><author><name>Bryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07178228369113839396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26852614.post-1087018891533071229</id><published>2006-10-08T18:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-08T18:25:18.088+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ah.  ok i will blog. hehe.  can't help it lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well.  i can't play for youth rally.  sigh.  i'm not angry.  but i sure am disappointed.  but not so much disappointed 'cause i can't play, but rather because i cannot go.  yea.  i'm leaving on that same day as the youth rally! argh! what a waste yes?  haha.  but well, it's God's will, so let it be! ladidadidaaaa....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i really hope that Joel Ng will get Jazmon to play.  I HIGHLY RECOMMEND JAZMON!!! haha.  yes.  i really think Jazmon should play.  face it.  he's good lah.  and i don't lie when i talk about drumming skills.  haha.  yes he should play.  he should take my place.  and i will be there to help him during rehearsals and stuff like that.  please lah Joel, let him play! haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yes.  biology exam tomorrow, and it's freaking me out.  all the mugging... sigh.  it may be too much.  now all i can think off is that pepsin, trypsin and erepsin are going to help me digest the proteins i'm going to be taking in tonight...  and amylase will help digest my starch...  and the excess glucose will be converted into glycogen by insulin in my liver...  amino acids will undergo deamination, and stuff like that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i keep thinking about peristalsis going on in my oesophagus and duodenum, jejunum and ileum when i swallow my food, and how peristalsis aids in digesting my food mechanically.  and i also think of my three pairs of salivary glands helping me kill bacteria in food 'cause they have lymphocytes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then there is all the red blood cells, phagocytes and lymphocytes which we cannot do without.  and there is haemophilia which i don't really want to get.  and of course kwashiorkor which i also don't want to get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now you see all the applications of biology in my life and how interesting biology is that it's stuck on my brain.  i hope its still stuck on my brain tomorrow....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;biology is sooooooooooooo interesting mann...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aiight.  so yes.  last post.  once thursday is over, its FREEEEEEEEDOM!  oh well.  and pray for my literature as well.  lit is crazy man.  yes so that's all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ciao&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26852614-1087018891533071229?l=wahap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wahap.blogspot.com/feeds/1087018891533071229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26852614&amp;postID=1087018891533071229' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26852614/posts/default/1087018891533071229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26852614/posts/default/1087018891533071229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wahap.blogspot.com/2006/10/ah.html' title=''/><author><name>Bryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07178228369113839396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26852614.post-3287053382827748073</id><published>2006-10-07T21:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-07T22:12:30.347+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok.  i decided to make 1 last post before the exams go on and on and make me freaking crazy again.  perhaps tomoro i will post?  i don't think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its crazy really.  all the mugging.  and biology isn't exactly an easy subject.  ok, so maybe some things are easy to remember and stuff like that.  but hell.  its a lot of stuff man.  so i wonder whether i will make it past this time.  the whole thing.  or will i crack under the immense pressure?  i'm hoping not&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but hell.  its really crazy.  more than half of the battle has been fought.  but the whole thing is wearing me out.  really.  and this year is just one of the many battles i will have to experience.  i know that next year will be worse.  no doubt.  but yet this is my life.  i have to live it.  even if sometimes its hard 'cause it kinda makes me go crazy.  take it from me.  studying in my school.  its crazy.  yes.  people hear that i'm from this school and they all go "wow!" or they tell my parents "your son so clever!".  but hell.  you see all the stress?  some people can see.  some people that i have talked to know that i'm on the verge of collasping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you say exams can't make one collaspe.  please.  i beg to differ.  let's see.  i take triple science, triple humanities, and every damn subject that my school has to offer.  exams are consecutive.  every day brings one new exam.  and this weekend is the only time i have for rest.  so wait.  think again......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will i go mad?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hell.  i'm hanging on to the fact that i'm probably going to get A1 again and make myself happy.  but wait.  i ask myself.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;am i happy?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all the various things that i'm doing now in life.  studying, mugging.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;does it make me happy?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hell no.  who gets happy mugging?  its crazy.  try it.  huh...  try to be in my shoes for 1 week.  just 1 week of school.  no exams.  just 1 week of school...  i guess you will say it's a miracle that i even can make time to blog.  then since normal school days are crazy, now try 1 week of exams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;think about the number of subjects i have to mug for.  sometimes i even have to mug for 2 exams the next day.  2 exams in one day.  woah.  crazy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but wait.  i guess i'm doing fine.  i'm alive.  i'm still sane.  yeah.  i'm still sane.  but for how long?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes.  i know.  exams are going to be over soon.  then we're all going to be happy.  but i said before, there's still next year.  then if i get into JC.  wouldn't it be worse?  promos, prelims, A levels.  endless.  army.  University.  do you live to study or study to live?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;personally, i don't want any.  i said before, Bill Gates didn't study.  he's a freaking billionaire for goodness sake!  but its all part of the Singaporean Plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you study, you get a certificate.  you get rich (cash), you can get a credit card, buy a condo, a car.  so its all about money isn't it?  huh?  we're studying for our future.  a future that is so uncertain.  who knows whether we will even get a job in the future.  now so many people have a Uni cert.  SUPPLY OUTSTRIPS DEMAND.  so if everyone's going to be an entrepeneur, isn't that more competition?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, yes.  i'm delving too deep into everything.  whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm just saying....  i'm stressed.  i'm tired.  i'm shagged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;so says the Smallville theme song&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;somebody save me....&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/26852614-3287053382827748073?l=wahap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wahap.blogspot.com/feeds/3287053382827748073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26852614&amp;postID=3287053382827748073' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26852614/posts/default/3287053382827748073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26852614/posts/default/3287053382827748073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wahap.blogspot.com/2006/10/ok.html' title=''/><author><name>Bryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07178228369113839396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26852614.post-116014624085662322</id><published>2006-10-06T22:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-06T22:50:40.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>THIS IS BIG.  I AM DAMN EXCITED!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry Zach, but i couldn't wait for you to arrive.  i called Carrie Chong on 2 for 1 Friday!!! ahahah!!!  YAY!!!!!!!!  yes.  and i got Helena by My Chemical Romance and Goodbye my Lover by James Blunt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahahah!  and that was after about 30 minutes of trying to call...  but i got through!!! yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yes.  EVERYONE CALL 987!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26852614-116014624085662322?l=wahap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wahap.blogspot.com/feeds/116014624085662322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26852614&amp;postID=116014624085662322' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26852614/posts/default/116014624085662322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26852614/posts/default/116014624085662322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wahap.blogspot.com/2006/10/this-is-big.html' title=''/><author><name>Bryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07178228369113839396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26852614.post-116013204490672171</id><published>2006-10-06T18:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-06T18:54:04.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yea.  so i decided to blog.  fine.  i can't stop blogging.  fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mean.  its the middle of the exams. exams end next thursday, so since i have the weekend to rest, i decided to blog.  yay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well.  this week was damn tiring.  all the studying.  felt like when i was taking the PSLE few years back.  except that we increase the number of subjects by, what, 7? yes.  its a lot.  its crazy.  and theres still next week.  seriously, i don't know whether to laugh or to cry... or the choke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyways.  it was damn tiring.  actually, monday and tuesday was quite ok cus it was english and chinese and geog.  quite easy.  not much mugging.  but wednesday was physics, thursday was chem.  i mugged my ass off i tell you.  crazy.  then in the end the bloody paper was not as hard as i expected.  ok.  maybe 1 or 2 challenging questions, but it was quite ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now taday's paper was the one that made me wanna scream.  in fact, i had two papers today.  hard ones too.  had maths followed by history.  crazy.  i mugged my ass off last night.  really.  i killed the most number of brain cells yesterday than any other day in my life (although technically, brain cells don't get killed by excessive thinking; its just a figure of speech).  i did all the bloody math practices, and i read all the history tutorials.  crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but the exam today wasn't that bad. haha.  it was ok.  math was a little hard, but history was kinda ok.  yayness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so next week is the last stretch.  biology (mug my ass off again), english (compre, no nid study XD), chinese (compo, even more no nid study XD), and literature (oh the horror).  bio and lit is crazy.  cripes.  especially literature.  i suck at lit.  argh.  but hell.  after that its freedom!!!! AHAHAHAHA...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just a few days more to go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes and i'm happy.  this is despite the exams and all.  to find out why i'm happy, go find a mind reader to read my mind, or wait till my next post which will be after the exams...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i give you a song.  weee... Panic! At the Disco.  cool band.  good vocals.  i like this band a lot.  haha.  they are a band from Las Vegas.  yes.  Las Vegas.  very good stuff...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;But It's Better If You Do - Panic! At the Disco&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm of consenting age to be forgetting you in a cabaret.&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere downtown where a burlesque queen may even ask my name&lt;br /&gt;As she sheds her skin on stage&lt;br /&gt;I'm seated and sweating to a dance song on the club's P.A.&lt;br /&gt;The strip joint veteran sweeps you away&lt;br /&gt;Smirking between dignified sips of his dignified peach and lime daiquiri&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And isn't this exactly where you'd like me&lt;br /&gt;I'm exactly where you'd like me, you know&lt;br /&gt;Praying for love in a lap dance and paying in naivety&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and isn't this exactly where you'd like me&lt;br /&gt;I'm exactly where you'd like me, you know&lt;br /&gt;Praying for love in a lap dance and paying in naivety&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, but I'm afraid that I&lt;br /&gt;Well, I may have faked it&lt;br /&gt;And I wouldn't be caught dead, dead, dead, dead in this place&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm afraid that I&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's right, well I may have faked it&lt;br /&gt;And I wouldn't be caught dead in this place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And isn't this exactly where you'd like me&lt;br /&gt;I'm exactly where you'd like me, you know&lt;br /&gt;Praying for love in a lap dance and paying in naivety&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and isn't this exactly where you'd like me&lt;br /&gt;I'm exactly where you'd like me, you know&lt;br /&gt;Praying for love in a lap dance and paying in naivety&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm afraid that I&lt;br /&gt;Well, I may of faked it&lt;br /&gt;And I wouldn't be caught dead, dead, dead, dead in this place&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm afraid that I&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's right, well I may have faked it&lt;br /&gt;And I wouldn't be caught dead in this place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And isn't this exactly where you'd like me&lt;br /&gt;I'm exactly where you'd like me, you know&lt;br /&gt;Praying for love in a lap dance and paying in naivety&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and isn't this exactly where you'd like me&lt;br /&gt;I'm exactly where you'd like me, you know&lt;br /&gt;Praying for love in a lap dance and paying in naivety&lt;br /&gt;Praying for love and paying in naivety&lt;br /&gt;Praying for love and paying in naivety, oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yet another song.  to make up for the eons of not blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Say Goodbye - Chris Brown&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby come here and sit down, let's talk&lt;br /&gt;I got a lot to say so I guess I'll start by&lt;br /&gt;Saying that I love you,&lt;br /&gt;But you know, this thing ain't been&lt;br /&gt;No walk in the park for us&lt;br /&gt;I swear it'll only take a minute&lt;br /&gt;You'll understand when I finish, yeah&lt;br /&gt;And I don't wanna see you cry&lt;br /&gt;But I don't wanna be the one to tell you a lie so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you let it go?&lt;br /&gt;When you,&lt;br /&gt;You just don't know?&lt;br /&gt;What's on,&lt;br /&gt;The other side of the door&lt;br /&gt;When you're walking out, talk about it&lt;br /&gt;Everything I tried to remember to say&lt;br /&gt;Just went out my head&lt;br /&gt;So I'ma do the best I can to get you to understand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[CHORUS]&lt;br /&gt;Cause there's never a right time to say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;But I gotta make the first move&lt;br /&gt;'Cause if I don't you gonna start hating me&lt;br /&gt;Cause I really don't feel the way I once felt about you&lt;br /&gt;Girl it's not you, it's me I gotta gotta figure out what I need (oh)&lt;br /&gt;There's never a right time to say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;But we know that we gotta go&lt;br /&gt;Our separate ways&lt;br /&gt;And I know it's hard but I gotta do it,&lt;br /&gt;And it's killing me&lt;br /&gt;Cause there's never a right time&lt;br /&gt;Right time to say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now your heart is breaking&lt;br /&gt;And a thousand times I&lt;br /&gt;Found myself asking, "Why? Why?"&lt;br /&gt;Why am I taking so long to say this?&lt;br /&gt;But trust me, girl I never&lt;br /&gt;Meant to crush your world&lt;br /&gt;And I never&lt;br /&gt;Thought I would see the day we grew apart&lt;br /&gt;And I wanna know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you let it go?&lt;br /&gt;When you,&lt;br /&gt;You just don't know?&lt;br /&gt;What's on,&lt;br /&gt;The other side of the door&lt;br /&gt;When you're walking out, talk about it&lt;br /&gt;Girl I hope you understand&lt;br /&gt;What I'm tryna say.&lt;br /&gt;We just can't go on&lt;br /&gt;Pretending that we get along&lt;br /&gt;Girl how you not gonna see it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[CHORUS]&lt;br /&gt;Cause there's never a right time to say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;But I gotta make the first move&lt;br /&gt;'Cause if I don't you gonna start hating me&lt;br /&gt;Cause I really don't feel the way I once felt about you&lt;br /&gt;Girl it's not you it's me.&lt;br /&gt;I gotta gotta figure out what I need (oh)&lt;br /&gt;There's never a right time to say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;But we know that we gotta go&lt;br /&gt;Our separate ways&lt;br /&gt;And I know it's hard but I gotta do it,&lt;br /&gt;And it's killing me&lt;br /&gt;Cause there's never a right time&lt;br /&gt;Right time to say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listen to your heart&lt;br /&gt;Girl you know,&lt;br /&gt;We should be apart, baby I&lt;br /&gt;I just can't do it I,&lt;br /&gt;I just can't do it&lt;br /&gt;Listen to your heart&lt;br /&gt;Girl you know,&lt;br /&gt;We should be apart, baby I&lt;br /&gt;I just can't do it&lt;br /&gt;And sometimes it makes me wanna cry&lt;br /&gt;Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh [4x]&lt;br /&gt;Do you hear me crying?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[CHORUS]&lt;br /&gt;Cause there's never a right time to say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;But I gotta make the first move&lt;br /&gt;'Cause if I don't you gonna start hating me&lt;br /&gt;Cause I really don't feel the way&lt;br /&gt;I once felt about you&lt;br /&gt;Girl it's not you it's me.&lt;br /&gt;I gotta gotta figure out what I need (oh)&lt;br /&gt;There's never a right time to say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;But we know that we gotta go&lt;br /&gt;Our separate ways&lt;br /&gt;And I know it's hard but I gotta do it,&lt;br /&gt;And it's killing me&lt;br /&gt;Cause there's never a right time&lt;br /&gt;Right time to say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[CHORUS]&lt;br /&gt;Cause there's never a right time to say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;But I gotta make the first move&lt;br /&gt;'Cause if I don't you gonna start hating me&lt;br /&gt;I really don't feel the way I once felt about you&lt;br /&gt;Girl it's not you it's me.&lt;br /&gt;gotta gotta figure out what I need (oh)&lt;br /&gt;There's never a right time to say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;But we know that we gotta go&lt;br /&gt;Our separate ways&lt;br /&gt;And I know it's hard but I gotta do it,&lt;br /&gt;And it's killing me&lt;br /&gt;Cause there's never a right time&lt;br /&gt;Right time to say goodbye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26852614-116013204490672171?l=wahap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wahap.blogspot.com/feeds/116013204490672171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26852614&amp;postID=116013204490672171' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26852614/posts/default/116013204490672171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26852614/posts/default/116013204490672171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wahap.blogspot.com/2006/10/yea.html' title=''/><author><name>Bryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07178228369113839396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26852614.post-115962439255684333</id><published>2006-09-30T21:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-30T21:53:12.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my com kena 171 Trojan viruses.  so now its bloody slow and i finally logged into blogger.  this will be my last post until exams are over so i'm making it as good as it can be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on friday, we had like the last lessons for every lesson.  uh. yea.  cus exams start on Monday.  i really need God's help cus i'm not really prepared.  didn't do much mugging i feel.  had some bio lessons. hahahaha.  that was damn hilarious.  see, we were learning ecology for bio.  so my teacher drew a food web yes?  actually it was on a powerpoint but what the heck.  so there was this food web (or was it a food chain), and the primary consumer was this bird, called the "blue tit".  I AM NOT JOKING.  the whole class was like bursting into laughter and i guess the teacher did not know what was so funny about "blue tit".  so we spared her the embarassment i guess.  but hell.  the whole class was roaring in laughter mann.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i came back home, did a lot of mugging.  but mainly maths.  i kinda neglected my physics, so its kinda screwed.  my physics is officially screwed.  so i really pray i will do well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;practice today was good.  did Look To You and the 16 beat made my hands freaking pain.  but it was good.  on the whole practice was good.  yes very good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyways.  i haven't withdrawn from blogging before, so i guess i may have withdrawal symtoms or whatever.  but hell.  for the sake of my studies.  this shall be my last post till thursday, the week after next.  so yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to all out there who even read, God bless for the exams.  and ciao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tempus Fugit.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26852614-115962439255684333?l=wahap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wahap.blogspot.com/feeds/115962439255684333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26852614&amp;postID=115962439255684333' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26852614/posts/default/115962439255684333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26852614/posts/default/115962439255684333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wahap.blogspot.com/2006/09/my-com-kena-171-trojan-viruses.html' title=''/><author><name>Bryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07178228369113839396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26852614.post-115945343706656713</id><published>2006-09-28T22:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-28T22:23:57.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i feel happy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im so proud of myself.  i did 1 chem paper, 1 math paper, an im gonna finish 1 more math paper soon.  yay.  thank God i have discipline now.  weeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ladidadidoooooooo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26852614-115945343706656713?l=wahap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wahap.blogspot.com/feeds/115945343706656713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26852614&amp;postID=115945343706656713' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26852614/posts/default/115945343706656713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26852614/posts/default/115945343706656713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wahap.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-feel-happy-im-so-proud-of-myself.html' title=''/><author><name>Bryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07178228369113839396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26852614.post-115944518288821188</id><published>2006-09-28T20:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-28T20:06:22.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i hate e-learning.  you stay at home, in front of the computer, and let your eyes spoil.  fun?  hardly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then again.  i'm going back to school tomorrow.  fun?  hardly.  hm.  so you think.  stay at home, not fun, go school, not fun.  where's the best place?  i say i wanna go to church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;exams are coming.  finally i start to feel the stress and feel that it is important to study.  -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally you say.  i found out that every time i start to work, i will walk away like 10 minutes into the work and come back 1 hour later and don't feel like doing.  so yes.  please please please pray for me that i can have the discipline to sit there for a good 1 - 2 hours to have solid studying.  i need it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well.  that's all.  i will now attempt to study for 1 hour without touching MSN/blogger/anything distracting on this rectangular screen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;cherrio&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26852614-115944518288821188?l=wahap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wahap.blogspot.com/feeds/115944518288821188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26852614&amp;postID=115944518288821188' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26852614/posts/default/115944518288821188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26852614/posts/default/115944518288821188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wahap.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-hate-e-learning.html' title=''/><author><name>Bryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07178228369113839396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26852614.post-115936254571910228</id><published>2006-09-27T21:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-27T21:09:05.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>and i just feel like posting this nice song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Riddle  -  Five For Fighting&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a man back in '95&lt;br /&gt;Whose heart ran out of summers&lt;br /&gt;But before he died, I asked him&lt;br /&gt;Wait, what's the sense in life&lt;br /&gt;Come over me,&lt;br /&gt;Come over me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Son why you got to sing that tune&lt;br /&gt;Catch a Dylan song or some eclipse of the moon&lt;br /&gt;Let an angel swing and make you swoon&lt;br /&gt;Then you will see...&lt;br /&gt;You will see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a riddle for you&lt;br /&gt;Find the Answer&lt;br /&gt;There's a reason for the world&lt;br /&gt;You and I...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picked up my kid from school today&lt;br /&gt;Did you learn anything cause in the world today&lt;br /&gt;You can't live in a castle far away&lt;br /&gt;Now talk to me, come talk to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad I'm big but we're smaller than small&lt;br /&gt;In the scheme of things, well we're nothing at all&lt;br /&gt;Still every mother's child sings a lonely song&lt;br /&gt;So play with me, come play with me&lt;br /&gt;And&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey Dad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a riddle for you&lt;br /&gt;Find the Answer&lt;br /&gt;There's a reason for the world&lt;br /&gt;You and I...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Son for all I've told you&lt;br /&gt;When you get right down to the&lt;br /&gt;Reason for the world...&lt;br /&gt;Who am I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are secrets that we still have left to find&lt;br /&gt;There have been mysteries from the beginning of time&lt;br /&gt;There are answers we're not wise enough to see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said... You looking for a clue I Love You free...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The batter swings and the summer flies&lt;br /&gt;As I look into my angel's eyes&lt;br /&gt;A song plays on while the moon is hiding over me&lt;br /&gt;Something comes over me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess we're big and&lt;br /&gt;I guess we're small&lt;br /&gt;If you think about it man you know we got it all&lt;br /&gt;Cause we're all we got on this bouncing ball&lt;br /&gt;And I love you free&lt;br /&gt;I love you freely&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a riddle for you&lt;br /&gt;Find the Answer&lt;br /&gt;There's a reason for the world&lt;br /&gt;You and I...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26852614-115936254571910228?l=wahap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wahap.blogspot.com/feeds/115936254571910228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26852614&amp;postID=115936254571910228' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26852614/posts/default/115936254571910228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26852614/posts/default/115936254571910228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wahap.blogspot.com/2006/09/and-i-just-feel-like-posting-this-nice.html' title=''/><author><name>Bryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07178228369113839396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26852614.post-115935712139513900</id><published>2006-09-27T19:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-27T19:38:41.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>e-learning is not fun.  NOT FUN.  so boring.  i wanna go back to school.  1 more day of sianness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok well.  went for tuition and my tuition teacher was crazy.  too tired.  got irritated.  then he started to curse and swear and said stuff like: "do you understand what the **** i'm saying or not?".  not to me though.  to some SJI boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so today was like that.  fun?  hardly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna go back school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then theres exams.  someone just wake me up when september ends.  really.  exams end when september ends.  so yes.  wake me up when september ends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ITS MY LIFE! HAHAHAHAHAHA! DON'T GIVE ME NO SCHOOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's My Life - Jon Bon Jovi&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This ain't a song for the broken-hearted&lt;br /&gt;No silent prayer for the faith-departed&lt;br /&gt;I ain't gonna be just a face in the crowd&lt;br /&gt;You're gonna hear my voice&lt;br /&gt;When I shout it out loud&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's my life&lt;br /&gt;It's now or never&lt;br /&gt;I ain't gonna live forever&lt;br /&gt;I just want to live while I'm alive&lt;br /&gt;(It's my life)&lt;br /&gt;My heart is like an open highway&lt;br /&gt;Like Frankie said I did it my way&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna live while I'm alive&lt;br /&gt;It's my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is for the ones who stood their ground&lt;br /&gt;For Tommy and Gina who never backed down&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow's getting harder make no mistake&lt;br /&gt;Luck ain't even lucky&lt;br /&gt;Got to make your own breaks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's my life&lt;br /&gt;And it's now or never&lt;br /&gt;I ain't gonna live forever&lt;br /&gt;I just want to live while I'm alive&lt;br /&gt;(It's my life)&lt;br /&gt;My heart is like an open highway&lt;br /&gt;Like Frankie said I did it my way&lt;br /&gt;I just want to live while I'm alive&lt;br /&gt;'Cause it's my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Better stand tall when they're calling you out&lt;br /&gt;Don't bend, don't break, hell, don't back down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's my life&lt;br /&gt;And it's now or never&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I ain't gonna live forever&lt;br /&gt;I just want to live while I'm alive&lt;br /&gt;(It's my life)&lt;br /&gt;My heart is like an open highway&lt;br /&gt;Like Frankie said I did it my way&lt;br /&gt;I just want to live while I'm alive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's my life&lt;br /&gt;And it's now or never&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I ain't gonna live forever&lt;br /&gt;I just want to live while I'm alive&lt;br /&gt;(It's my life)&lt;br /&gt;My heart is like an open highway&lt;br /&gt;Like Frankie said I did it my way&lt;br /&gt;I just want to live while I'm alive&lt;br /&gt;'Cause it's my life&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26852614-115935712139513900?l=wahap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wahap.blogspot.com/feeds/115935712139513900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26852614&amp;postID=115935712139513900' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26852614/posts/default/115935712139513900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26852614/posts/default/115935712139513900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wahap.blogspot.com/2006/09/e-learning-is-not-fun.html' title=''/><author><name>Bryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07178228369113839396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26852614.post-115927524122955056</id><published>2006-09-26T20:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-26T20:57:52.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>heart of worship&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why am i posting this? i lack it. no matter how i try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate myself for being like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after you talked to me. i cried.  i'm still crying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm sorry. God, him, and you. i'm sorry.  i really am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;someone shoot me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;NO&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;someone save me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;God save me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26852614-115927524122955056?l=wahap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wahap.blogspot.com/feeds/115927524122955056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26852614&amp;postID=115927524122955056' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26852614/posts/default/115927524122955056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26852614/posts/default/115927524122955056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wahap.blogspot.com/2006/09/heart-of-worship-why-am-i-posting-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Bryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07178228369113839396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26852614.post-115926646109803200</id><published>2006-09-26T18:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-26T18:27:41.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>school is ok.  too much work though.  and tomorrow is most likely IT emergency.  that means i stay at home, study on internet.  and i'm doing really short posts now.  oh yes.  Hady won.  Jon was better though.  Hady was slightly off tune. haha.  but well.  both were good...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lips of an Angel  -  Hinder&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honey why you calling me so late&lt;br /&gt;It's kinda hard to talk right now&lt;br /&gt;Honey why you crying is everything okay&lt;br /&gt;I gotta whisper cause I can't be too loud&lt;br /&gt;Well, my girl's in the next room&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wish she was you&lt;br /&gt;I guess we never really moved on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's really good to hear your voice saying my name&lt;br /&gt;It sounds so sweet&lt;br /&gt;Coming from the lips of an angel&lt;br /&gt;Hearing those words it makes me weak&lt;br /&gt;And I never wanna say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;But girl you make it hard to be faithful&lt;br /&gt;With the lips of an angel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's funny that you're calling me tonight&lt;br /&gt;And yes I dreamt of you too&lt;br /&gt;And does he know you're talking to me&lt;br /&gt;Will it start a fight&lt;br /&gt;No, I don't think she has a clue&lt;br /&gt;Well my girl's in the next room&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wish she was you&lt;br /&gt;I guess we never really moved on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's really good to hear your voice saying my name&lt;br /&gt;It sounds so sweet&lt;br /&gt;Coming from the lips of an angel&lt;br /&gt;Hearing those words it makes me weak&lt;br /&gt;And I never wanna say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;But girl you make it hard to be faithful&lt;br /&gt;With the lips of an angel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's really good to hear your voice saying my name&lt;br /&gt;It sounds so sweet&lt;br /&gt;Coming from the lips of an angel&lt;br /&gt;Hearing those words it makes me weak&lt;br /&gt;And I never wanna say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;But girl you make it hard to be faithful&lt;br /&gt;With the lips of an angel (And I never wanna say goodbye)&lt;br /&gt;But girl you make it hard to be faithful&lt;br /&gt;With the lips of an angel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honey why you calling me so late&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26852614-115926646109803200?l=wahap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wahap.blogspot.com/feeds/115926646109803200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26852614&amp;postID=115926646109803200' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26852614/posts/default/115926646109803200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26852614/posts/default/115926646109803200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wahap.blogspot.com/2006/09/school-is-ok.html' title=''/><author><name>Bryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07178228369113839396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26852614.post-115919064598838619</id><published>2006-09-25T21:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-25T21:25:07.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>second post&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singapore Idol is good. ok i admit. its good. better than the last. but they did a crappy rendition of "Wake Me Up When September Ends" by Green Day. it was crappy. and only Jonathan sounded good for that song. you know, the rocker type of voice. hell. dunno whos gonna win. its gonna come out in 10 minutes anyway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Here Without You - 3 Doors Down&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A hundred days had made me older&lt;br /&gt;Since the last time that I've saw your pretty face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A thousand lights had made me colder&lt;br /&gt;And I don't think I can look at this the same&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But all the miles had separate&lt;br /&gt;They disappear now when I'm dreaming of your face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm here without you baby&lt;br /&gt;But your still on my lonely mind&lt;br /&gt;I think about you baby&lt;br /&gt;And I dream about you all the time&lt;br /&gt;I'm here without you baby&lt;br /&gt;But your still with me in my dreams&lt;br /&gt;And tonight it's only you and me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The miles just keep rollin&lt;br /&gt;As the people either way to say hello&lt;br /&gt;I've heard this life is overrated&lt;br /&gt;But I hope that it gets better as we go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm here without you baby&lt;br /&gt;But your still on my lonely mind&lt;br /&gt;I think about you baby&lt;br /&gt;And I dream about you all the time&lt;br /&gt;I'm here without you baby&lt;br /&gt;But your still with me in my dreams&lt;br /&gt;And tonight girl it's only you and me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything I know,&lt;br /&gt;And anywhere I go it gets hard but it won't take away my love&lt;br /&gt;And when the last one falls,&lt;br /&gt;When it's all said and done&lt;br /&gt;It get hard but it won't take away my love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm here without you baby&lt;br /&gt;But your still on my lonely mind&lt;br /&gt;I think about you baby&lt;br /&gt;And I dream about you all the time&lt;br /&gt;I'm here without you baby&lt;br /&gt;But your still with me in my dreams&lt;br /&gt;And tonight girl it's only you and me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26852614-115919064598838619?l=wahap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wahap.blogspot.com/feeds/115919064598838619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26852614&amp;postID=115919064598838619' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26852614/posts/default/115919064598838619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26852614/posts/default/115919064598838619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wahap.blogspot.com/2006/09/second-post-singapore-idol-is-good.html' title=''/><author><name>Bryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07178228369113839396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26852614.post-115918811842858347</id><published>2006-09-25T20:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-25T20:41:58.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school is hell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mug, mug, mug.  but wait.  how come i not stressed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;perhaps i'm stressed?  perhaps not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well.  there's a lot of mugging to do.  my school has exemptions.  like if you do well, you don't need to take exams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well.  i'm exempted from exemptions.  have to take everything.  then i look at some people who get exempted from 5 subjects....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and wait....  i did better than them. yes i did!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do i sense a tad of biasness in the system?  but hell.  i can take the exams.  no problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but its a lot of mugging&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;history test the other day.  got a bloody B3.  sigh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and higher china test.  'cher said only have 1 A1 in my class.  hell its not me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok.  i think i'm stressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God help me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26852614-115918811842858347?l=wahap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wahap.blogspot.com/feeds/115918811842858347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26852614&amp;postID=115918811842858347' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26852614/posts/default/115918811842858347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26852614/posts/default/115918811842858347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wahap.blogspot.com/2006/09/oh-hell.html' title=''/><author><name>Bryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07178228369113839396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26852614.post-115909222371055493</id><published>2006-09-24T17:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-24T18:03:43.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today was ok. normal. church, give mooncake. blah blah blah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;came back home. mug, went swimming. thats when things got a little crazy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see. when i was swimming, there was this group of people, either korean/japanese or mongolian. whatever. yes. 1 guy, 3 girls. 2 girls were swimming, 1 was not. so well. the one not swimming decided that swimming was so fun so she decided to swim. then, since she did not have a swim suit, she just, well, took off everything and swam in her underwear. so my dad was like calling the security guard to take her out of the pool, so the guard (male) told her to get a swimming costume or she can't swim. so she decided, since she can't swim, she should just sit there and put her feet in the nice calming water. so she sat there in her, well, underwear. apparently, she though wearing underwear in Singapore was ok. well hello? its not. please... underwear is not equals to swim suit. duh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyway, she decided that since the guard was gone, she could swim. so she got into the water. and mind you. she was wearing white yes? so white + water..... go figure. so my dad decided that a female guard could tell another female (esp 1 in underwear) not to swim. so she got out of the water. and well. yes....... out of the water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so wait. i was thinking... uh. WE CAN'T DO THIS IN SINGAPORE DAMMIT! go back to your country. maybe there, you can swim without anything for all i care. but NOT IN SINGAPORE. period... ok. thats about it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i saw this video. its the Jet Li show, Huo Yuan Jia (Fearless). enjoy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" src="http://www.metacafe.com/fplayer/123241/jet_li_fearless_clip_4.swf" width="400" height="300" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.metacafe.com/watch/123241/jet_li_fearless_clip_4/"&gt;Jet Li - Fearless clip 4 - video powered by Metacafe&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26852614-115909222371055493?l=wahap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wahap.blogspot.com/feeds/115909222371055493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26852614&amp;postID=115909222371055493' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26852614/posts/default/115909222371055493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26852614/posts/default/115909222371055493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wahap.blogspot.com/2006/09/today-was-ok.html' title=''/><author><name>Bryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07178228369113839396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26852614.post-115900951040975516</id><published>2006-09-23T19:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-23T19:05:10.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>2nd post.  guess what.  another song.  and this song is 开不了口 by Jay Chou.  dunno why i start to listen to him again. and yes.  i remember.  yesterday i disected a heart.  sheep's heart.  i'll post pics later.  and if anyone wants, i can send u a video.  haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;开不了口 - 周杰伦&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;才離開沒多久就開始 擔心今天的妳過得好不好&lt;br /&gt;整個畫面是妳 想妳想的睡不著&lt;br /&gt;嘴嘟嘟那可愛的模樣 還有在妳身上香香的味道&lt;br /&gt;我的快樂是妳 想妳想的都會笑&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;沒有妳在我有多難熬 (沒有妳在我有多難熬多煩惱)&lt;br /&gt;沒有妳煩我有多煩惱 (沒有妳煩我有多煩惱多難熬)&lt;br /&gt;穿過雲層 我試著努力向妳奔跑&lt;br /&gt;愛才送到 妳卻已在別人懷抱&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;就是開不了口讓她知道&lt;br /&gt;我一定會呵護著妳也逗妳笑&lt;br /&gt;妳對我有多重要 我後悔沒讓妳知道&lt;br /&gt;安靜的聽妳撒嬌 看妳睡著一直到老&lt;br /&gt;就是開不了口讓她知道&lt;br /&gt;就是那麼簡單幾句我辦不到&lt;br /&gt;整顆心懸在半空我只能夠遠遠看著&lt;br /&gt;這些我都做得到但那個人已經不是我&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26852614-115900951040975516?l=wahap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wahap.blogspot.com/feeds/115900951040975516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26852614&amp;postID=115900951040975516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26852614/posts/default/115900951040975516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26852614/posts/default/115900951040975516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wahap.blogspot.com/2006/09/2nd-post_23.html' title=''/><author><name>Bryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07178228369113839396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26852614.post-115900529277657534</id><published>2006-09-23T17:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-23T17:54:52.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>aiyoh.  ok fine.  fine.  i shall blog.  yesterday, i was walking along, happily, back home.  then there was this group of grasscutters and they had the funny machine thingy at their back.  so i was walking, and walking, then suddenly, some stupid rock hit me on the back and i was like AHH!  just that i didnt shout.  then i turned around and found out that actually, the grasscutter's machine thingy flung a rock at me somehow.  but i didnt do anything abt it.  there were about 6 grasscutters.  and only 1 me.  imba fight.  and fighting is illegal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok.  well.  i really cant recall anything significant cus my dog is barking like crazy now and disturbing me.  but well.  yes.  i tried to call 987 yesterday cus it was 2 for 1 if you call.  but the bloody fone lines were all jammed! aahh!  send email, Carrie dun play my song, SMS, 30 cents, i dowan to spend, then call, fone line all jam.  i just gave up.  tink they should have more than 1 line.  haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes.  and im mugging my ass off now.  its crazy.  very crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so pray for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cherrio&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26852614-115900529277657534?l=wahap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wahap.blogspot.com/feeds/115900529277657534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26852614&amp;postID=115900529277657534' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26852614/posts/default/115900529277657534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26852614/posts/default/115900529277657534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wahap.blogspot.com/2006/09/aiyoh.html' title=''/><author><name>Bryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07178228369113839396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26852614.post-115892196158689114</id><published>2006-09-22T18:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-22T22:39:25.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>goodness. what a day.  well.  hist test was ok.  china was crap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and thats abt it.  shit this blog gonna die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;七里香 - 周杰倫&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;窗外的麻雀 在電線桿上多嘴&lt;br /&gt; 妳說這一句 很有夏天的感覺&lt;br /&gt;手中的鉛筆 在紙上來來回回&lt;br /&gt;我用幾行字形容妳是我的誰&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;秋刀魚 的滋味 貓跟妳都想了解&lt;br /&gt;初戀的香味就這樣被我們尋回&lt;br /&gt;那溫暖 的陽光 像剛摘的鮮豔草莓&lt;br /&gt;你說妳捨不得吃掉這一種感覺&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;雨下整夜 我的愛溢出就像雨水&lt;br /&gt;院子落葉 跟我的思念厚厚一疊&lt;br /&gt;幾句是非 也無法將我的熱情冷卻&lt;br /&gt;妳出現在我詩的每一頁&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;雨下整夜 我的愛溢出就像雨水&lt;br /&gt;窗台蝴蝶 像詩裡紛飛的美麗章節&lt;br /&gt;我接著寫 把永遠愛妳寫進詩的結尾&lt;br /&gt;妳是我唯一想要的了解&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;那飽滿 的稻穗 幸福了這個季節&lt;br /&gt;而妳的臉頰像田裡熟透的蕃茄&lt;br /&gt;妳突然 對我說 七里香的名字很美&lt;br /&gt;我此刻卻只想親吻妳倔強的嘴&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26852614-115892196158689114?l=wahap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wahap.blogspot.com/feeds/115892196158689114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26852614&amp;postID=115892196158689114' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26852614/posts/default/115892196158689114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26852614/posts/default/115892196158689114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wahap.blogspot.com/2006/09/goodness.html' title=''/><author><name>Bryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07178228369113839396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26852614.post-115883987189308856</id><published>2006-09-21T19:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-21T19:57:51.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>mug mug mug mug mug mug mug mug mug mug mug mug mug mug mug mug mug mug mug mug mug mug mug mug mug mug mug mug mug mug mug mug mug mug mug mug mug mug mug mug mug mug mug mug mug mug mug mug mug mug mug mug mug mug mug mug mug mug mug mug mug mug mug mug mug mug mug mug mug mug mug mug mug mug mug mug mug mug mug mug mug mug mug mug mug mug mug mug mug mug mug mug mug mug mug mug mug mug mug mug mug mug mug mug mug mug mug mug mug mug mug mug mug mug mug mug mug mug mug mug mug mug mug mug mug mug mug mug mug mug mug mug mug mug mug mug mug mug mug mug mug mug mug mug mug mug mug mug mug mug mug mug mug mug mug mug mug mug mug mug mug mug mug mug mug mug mug mug mug mug mug mug mug mug mug mug mug mug mug mug mug mug mug mug mug mug mug mug mug mug mug mug mug mug mug mug mug mug mug mug mug mug mug mug mug mug mug mug mug mug mug mug mug mug mug mug mug mug mug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sad life issnt it.  hist tomorrow.  9 tutorials to mug for. China also tomoro.  have to remember poem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well... back to...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mug mug mug mug mug mug mug mug mug mug mug mug mug mug mug mug mug mug mug mug mug mug mug mug mug mug mug mug mug mug mug mug mug mug mug mug mug mug mug mug mug mug mug mug mug mug mug mug mug mug mug mug mug mug mug mug mug mug mug mug mug mug mug mug mug mug mug mug mug mug mug mug mug mug mug mug mug mug mug mug mug mug mug mug mug mug mug mug mug mug&lt;br /&gt;mug mug mug mug mug mug mug mug mug mug mug mug mug mug mug mug mug mug&lt;br /&gt;mug mug mug mug mug mug mug mug mug mug mug mug mug mug mug mug mug mug&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26852614-115883987189308856?l=wahap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wahap.blogspot.com/feeds/115883987189308856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26852614&amp;postID=115883987189308856' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26852614/posts/default/115883987189308856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26852614/posts/default/115883987189308856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wahap.blogspot.com/2006/09/mug-mug-mug-mug-mug-mug-mug-mug-mug.html' title=''/><author><name>Bryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07178228369113839396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26852614.post-115875615643390878</id><published>2006-09-20T20:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-20T20:42:36.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh fine.  so i didn't blog for one day.  fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;yesterday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday was interesting.  a waste of time, but nonetheless interesting.  had this MOE survey.  now when i heard survey, i thought it would be chicken.  and a waste of time of course.  then i found out that all the invigilators were like kinda cranky old men.  not that i have anything against the aged, but they were really cranky.  yes.  and then it was not a survey, but a math/english test,  depending on your luck, or the lack of it.  i got maths.  thought it would be a walk in the park.  saw the first few questions, and i tell you, close eyes also can do.  then came the back few questions.  i tell you.  once i saw, i wanted to do the english paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok.  now back to the cranky old men.  what the hell.  its just hilarious ok?  i have nothing against them, MOE, or the government (disclaimer).......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;long string of events.  just that every one was having fun.  well they were all threatening to send us to the office, and we just all made noise.  not me.  the rest.  yes.  so then there were tons of ppl playing the mosquito ringtone and laughing cus the poor guys couldnt hear it.  well.  then the laughing got out of hand.  and one of the invigilators got kinda pissed.  so he pointed to one guy who was laughing his ass off, and said something like: "my eyes on you.  can see you laughing very loudly."  that was it mann.  whole hall laughed their ass off cus they equated that he used his eyes to hear.  i was like 0_o.  i tot "huh? how come they laugh arh?".  nevermind.  he was pissed.  and it was nice to see him pissed.  he had a nice "pissed off" face.  ok well.  read disclaimer before saying anything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;today&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just realised how careless i am in maths.  and how i've deproved and forgotten everything taught in term 1 - 2.  so today i was doing revision, doing a paper.  and i found out how many mistakes i made.  and i was like really damn pissed cus all of them were bloody careless.  then chemistry.  also forgotten everything in T1 - 2.  and worse still!  physics.  forgotten EVERYTHING.  ok. i seriously need to start mugging.  or this exam i bloody GG liao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously.  i need to mug man..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i cant spend so much time on this blog.  i said i will not.  yes.  ok.  i pray i dun fail or do crappily in my exams.  yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;carpe diem!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26852614-115875615643390878?l=wahap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wahap.blogspot.com/feeds/115875615643390878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26852614&amp;postID=115875615643390878' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26852614/posts/default/115875615643390878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26852614/posts/default/115875615643390878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wahap.blogspot.com/2006/09/oh-fine.html' title=''/><author><name>Bryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07178228369113839396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26852614.post-115858669643167188</id><published>2006-09-18T21:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-18T21:38:16.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sorry for the summarised posts.  again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)  Geog test is actually not counted.  mugged for nothing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2)  study wrong thing today.  supposed study plant transport i gong go study plant nutrition.  waste time.  then summore tomorrow bio test.  i gg liao&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3)  yes pray for me bio test&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) i promise i will revert back to normal blogging when i dun feel that my brain gonna bao&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5)  i'm taking all subjects.  thats too much.  pray i can even survive one day.  oh imagine the mugging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6)  uh.  uh.  i'm stressed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7)  i hate this form of blogging really.  jus that i no time dah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8)  even number thing again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;song.  again.  i really running out of songs lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tell Me Baby - Red Hot Chili Peppers&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They come from every state to find&lt;br /&gt;Some dreams were meant to be declined&lt;br /&gt;Tell the man what did you have in mind&lt;br /&gt;What have you come to do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No turning water into wine&lt;br /&gt;No learning while you're in the line&lt;br /&gt;I'll take you to the broken sign&lt;br /&gt;You see the lights are blue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come and get it&lt;br /&gt;Lost it at the city limit&lt;br /&gt;Say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;Cause they will find a way to trim it&lt;br /&gt;Everybody&lt;br /&gt;Lookin' for a silly gimmick&lt;br /&gt;Gotta get away&lt;br /&gt;Can't take it for another minute&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This town is made of many things&lt;br /&gt;Just look at what the current brings&lt;br /&gt;So high it's only promising&lt;br /&gt;This place was made on you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me baby what's your story&lt;br /&gt;Where you come from&lt;br /&gt;And where you wanna go this time&lt;br /&gt;Tell me lover are you lonely&lt;br /&gt;The thing we need is&lt;br /&gt;Never all that hard to find&lt;br /&gt;Tell me baby what's your story&lt;br /&gt;Where do you come from&lt;br /&gt;And where you wanna go this time&lt;br /&gt;Your're so lovely are you lonely&lt;br /&gt;Giving up on the innocence you left behind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some claim to have the fortitude&lt;br /&gt;To shrewd to blow the interlude&lt;br /&gt;Sustaining pain to set a mood&lt;br /&gt;Step out to be renewed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll move you like a baritone&lt;br /&gt;Jungle brothers on the microphone&lt;br /&gt;Getting over with an undertone&lt;br /&gt;It's time to turn to stone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chitty chitty baby&lt;br /&gt;When your nose is in the nitty gritty&lt;br /&gt;Life could be a little sweet&lt;br /&gt;But life could be a little shitty&lt;br /&gt;What a pity Boston and a kansas city&lt;br /&gt;Looking for a hundred&lt;br /&gt;But you only ever found a fitty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three fingers in the honeycomb&lt;br /&gt;You ring just like a xylophone Devoted to the chromosome&lt;br /&gt;The day that you left home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me baby what's your story&lt;br /&gt;Where you come from&lt;br /&gt;And where you wanna go this time&lt;br /&gt;Tell me lover are you lonely&lt;br /&gt;The thing we need is&lt;br /&gt;Never all that hard to find&lt;br /&gt;Tell me baby what's your story&lt;br /&gt;Where do you come from&lt;br /&gt;And where you wanna go this time&lt;br /&gt;Your're so lovely are you lonely&lt;br /&gt;Giving up on the innocence you left behind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good song. yeaaa.  now ciao&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26852614-115858669643167188?l=wahap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wahap.blogspot.com/feeds/115858669643167188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26852614&amp;postID=115858669643167188' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26852614/posts/default/115858669643167188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26852614/posts/default/115858669643167188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wahap.blogspot.com/2006/09/sorry-for-summarised-posts.html' title=''/><author><name>Bryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07178228369113839396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26852614.post-115849974373975898</id><published>2006-09-17T20:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-17T22:13:17.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm reverting back to the summarised blog posts again. now pardon me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Geography test tommorw. Too much to study, too little time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Why do they have tests when exams are already coming?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Jazmon played ok today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Jazmon wrecked the drums today. Hit the bass and the whole thing just fell apart. And we fixed it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Somehow, after two weeks of not seeing my grandmother, she has aged so much. Just seeing her like that, aged and all.... sigh. pray she gets to know get to know Christ before... you know. pray she doesn't go too soon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) Matrix Reloaded has a bloody crappy storyline. fighting sucks too. i rather watch Jet Li shows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) i may not be using msn as much as last time. and blog too. won't use until i finish that day;s study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) i said i liked even numbers right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;song. again. okok. not song...... rap. or is it a song? i don't know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Rudebox - Robbie Williams&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do the rudebox, Shake your rudebox x4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok then back to basics grab your shell toes and your fat laces&lt;br /&gt;A little hand clap for some funk faces and make your body move in the following places&lt;br /&gt;Goes up your back and then down your spine and when it hits your head?&lt;br /&gt;Ok then back to baseheads dance like you just won at the special&lt;br /&gt;Olympics I got the rudebox of the back of a spaceship, so sick I just had to take it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The R.U.D.E.B.O.X. up yer jacksy, split yer kecks sing a song of semtex,&lt;br /&gt;Pocket full of durex body full of mandrex.&lt;br /&gt;Are we gonna have sex (yes)&lt;br /&gt;Will you wear your knee socks (ohh)&lt;br /&gt;Back to the rudebox&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got this double fantasy where we just never stop,&lt;br /&gt;I've got one design and that's to funk you to the top.&lt;br /&gt;Know whats on my mind there's only one thing you will find,&lt;br /&gt;I got one design and that's to bump you til you drop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rudebox, do the rudebox, cos you so nasty&lt;br /&gt;Rudebox, shake your rudebox, why you so nasty&lt;br /&gt;Rudebox, do the rudebox, cos you so nasty&lt;br /&gt;Rudebox, shake your rudebox, why you so nasty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok then back to spaceship, take both pills f*** the matrix&lt;br /&gt;Jack those jills shake your Playtex rock 3 stripes not the asics&lt;br /&gt;A.D.I.D.A.S old school cos it's the best, yes&lt;br /&gt;Tk max cost less yes&lt;br /&gt;Jackson looks a mess bless&lt;br /&gt;Ok then what to do, if you try to jack me ill rudebox you,&lt;br /&gt;If you rudebox me&lt;br /&gt;ill rudebox your whole crew cos its what I do aint that right boo, true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll ride with you if you can get me to the border cos the sheriff's after me for what I did to his daughter.&lt;br /&gt;I did it like this, you did it like that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love it when you double clap clap&lt;br /&gt;Grab this double fantasy where we just never stop,&lt;br /&gt;I've got one design and that's to funk you to the top.&lt;br /&gt;Know whats on my mind there's only one thing you will find,&lt;br /&gt;I got one design and that?s to bump you til you drop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rudebox, do the rudebox, cos you so nasty&lt;br /&gt;Rudebox, shake your rudebox, why you so nasty&lt;br /&gt;Rudebox, do the rudebox, cos you so nasty&lt;br /&gt;Rudebox, shake your rudebox, why you so nasty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok then check the tan line,&lt;br /&gt;Make your body shape like you're stood on a landmine&lt;br /&gt;Call me on my mobile not the landline&lt;br /&gt;And the jack the mainline at the same time&lt;br /&gt;Ok this is what we do, got a jam so fresh its nice for you&lt;br /&gt;Ok give it what you got and dial 808 for the bass to drop&lt;br /&gt;Ok then whats the fracas grab your cardy your lead hat and your bus pass&lt;br /&gt;You don't sweat much for a fat lass&lt;br /&gt;Grab your rudebox cos your box is righteous&lt;br /&gt;Ok bum rush the show&lt;br /&gt;I got high speed dubbing on my stereo&lt;br /&gt;And all the tunes in the box are the cherrio,&lt;br /&gt;I know I told you before, did you hear me though&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grab this double fantasy where we just never stop,&lt;br /&gt;I've got one design and that's to funk you to the top.&lt;br /&gt;Know whats on my mind there's only one thing you will find,&lt;br /&gt;I got one design and that's to bump you til you drop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rudebox, do the rudebox, cos you so nasty&lt;br /&gt;Rudebox, shake your rudebox, why you so nasty&lt;br /&gt;Rudebox, do the rudebox, cos you so nasty&lt;br /&gt;Rudebox, shake your rudebox, why you so nasty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do the rudebox, shake your rudebox&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;w00ts.  cool song.  now cherrio.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26852614-115849974373975898?l=wahap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wahap.blogspot.com/feeds/115849974373975898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26852614&amp;postID=115849974373975898' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26852614/posts/default/115849974373975898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26852614/posts/default/115849974373975898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wahap.blogspot.com/2006/09/im-reverting-back-to-summarised-blog_17.html' title=''/><author><name>Bryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07178228369113839396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26852614.post-115841284448036067</id><published>2006-09-16T20:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-16T21:27:55.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yes yes. i know i haven't really done a proper post in like eons. fine. people out there readying their guns to blast me already. fine. i'm doing a proper post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but speaking of proper posts, my 3 days of "not so proper posts" aren't really as bad as BeNg's blog isn't it? his blog is like &lt;a href="http://www.lyricsdownload.com"&gt;www.lyricsdownload.com&lt;/a&gt;. just that its limited and all. right. crapping here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm asking myself what the heck should i write on. and then i suddenly think that, hey!, i haven't been writing on any particular thing for a long time. all my posts are just random bits that come to my mind. its all just smoking. like what all of us do in essays. so then i think that blogging can help in my language skills and writing skills because i don't really use those type of unreadable language although sometimes i do. but hey! look! that's one full paragraph of crapping! woah! there are rappers, then there are crappers. wait. ok. nevermind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday. one day of not blogging. unusual. very unusual. i actually wanted to stay up to blog, but there was 987 FM's Front Row Friday interview conducted by Shan Wee and i was kind of weighing what was more important. and i decided. to go to bed. yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but back to the topic. if there is a topic in the first place. anyway. yes. yesterday i didn't blog because of my school. my school asked us (secondary three pupils) to attend a dance. supposedly an "enrichment" programme. but hey. it is enriching. "enriched" NUS with our money. $10 dollars per ticket. and people like Lian Seng who slept throughout the performance; well, its like you're paying $10 to torture yourself. i mean. wait a minute. how can the school force us to attend an "enrichment" programme. incredulous i say. what can a dance do? enrich us with what? on the contrary, instead of "enriching" us, its more like draining our energy. "enrich"? please. i beg to differ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but well. the dance wasn't all that bad. there were some nice parts. take the music for example. some of the performances were using quite cool music. and mixing it up to make it sound great. it was something like Buttons by The Pussycat Dolls, linking to SexyBack by Justin Timberlake and stuff like that. some new songs. yes. but wait. that was the music yes? ok fine. only the music was good. dance was not good. yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. today. today in a glance. wake up, eat, bathe, tuition, lunch, more tuition, use internet, do work, watch TV, do more work, blog. currently, i'm at "blog". yes. so much tuition and work. shows that i'm getting all ready for the exams. the horror. now back to last time when i was talking about how unimportant school was. Bill Gates didn't study, he's the world's freaking richest guy for crying out loud. now convince me that school is useful. can't? i say school doesn't affect your education. now you must be thinking that i'm talking rot. now wait. school and education are two different things. school aids in your education. but well, Bill Gates has his education, he just didn't go to school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why do i say school doesn't necessarily make you smarter? as Mark Twain says (and supports my point) "I have never let my schooling interfere with my education". there you have it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. this is probably my longest post in a long time. now a song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Goodbye My Lover - James Blunt&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I disappoint you or let you down?&lt;br /&gt;Should I be feeling guilty or let the judges frown?&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I saw the end before we'd begun,&lt;br /&gt;Yes I saw you were blinded and I knew I had won.&lt;br /&gt;So I took what's mine by eternal right.&lt;br /&gt;Took your soul out into the night.&lt;br /&gt;It may be over but it won't stop there,&lt;br /&gt;I am here for you if you'd only care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You touched my heart you touched my soul.&lt;br /&gt;You changed my life and all my goals.&lt;br /&gt;And love is blind and that I knew when,&lt;br /&gt;My heart was blinded by you.&lt;br /&gt;I've kissed your lips and held your head.&lt;br /&gt;Shared your dreams and shared your bed.&lt;br /&gt;I know you well, I know your smell.&lt;br /&gt;I've been addicted to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye my lover.&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye my friend.&lt;br /&gt;You have been the one.&lt;br /&gt;You have been the one for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a dreamer but when I wake,&lt;br /&gt;You can't break my spirit - it's my dreams you take.&lt;br /&gt;And as you move on, remember me,&lt;br /&gt;Remember us and all we used to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've seen you cry, I've seen you smile.&lt;br /&gt;I've watched you sleeping for a while.&lt;br /&gt;I'd be the father of your child.&lt;br /&gt;I'd spend a lifetime with you.&lt;br /&gt;I know your fears and you know mine.&lt;br /&gt;We've had our doubts but now we're fine,&lt;br /&gt;And I love you, I swear that's true.&lt;br /&gt;I cannot live without you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye my lover.&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye my friend.&lt;br /&gt;You have been the one.&lt;br /&gt;You have been the one for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I still hold your hand in mine.&lt;br /&gt;In mine when I'm asleep.&lt;br /&gt;And I will bear my soul in time,&lt;br /&gt;When I'm kneeling at your feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye my lover.&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye my friend.&lt;br /&gt;You have been the one.&lt;br /&gt;You have been the one for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so hollow, baby, I'm so hollow.&lt;br /&gt;I'm so, I'm so, I'm so hollow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and another song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Speed of Sound - Coldplay&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How long before I get in?&lt;br /&gt;Before it starts, before I begin?&lt;br /&gt;How long before you decide?&lt;br /&gt;Before I know what it feels like?&lt;br /&gt;Where To, where do I go?&lt;br /&gt;If you never try, then you'll never know.&lt;br /&gt;How long do I have to climb,&lt;br /&gt;Up on the side of this mountain of mine?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look up, I look up at night,&lt;br /&gt;Planets are moving at the speed of light.&lt;br /&gt;Climb up, up in the trees, every chance that you get, is a chance you seize.&lt;br /&gt;How long am I gonna stand,with my head stuck under the sand?&lt;br /&gt;I'll start before I can stop, before I see things the right way up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All that noise, and all that sound,&lt;br /&gt;All those places I got found.&lt;br /&gt;And birds go flying at the speed of sound,&lt;br /&gt;To show you how it all began.&lt;br /&gt;Birds came flying from the underground,&lt;br /&gt;If you could see it then you'd understand?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ideas that you'll never find,&lt;br /&gt;All the inventors could never design.&lt;br /&gt;The buildings that you put up, Japan and China all lit up.&lt;br /&gt;The sign that I couldn't read,&lt;br /&gt;Or a light that I couldn't see,&lt;br /&gt;Some things you have to believe,&lt;br /&gt;But others are puzzles, puzzling me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All that noise, and all that sound,&lt;br /&gt;All those places I got found.&lt;br /&gt;And birds go flying at the speed of sound,&lt;br /&gt;To show you how it all began.&lt;br /&gt;Birds came flying from the underground,&lt;br /&gt;If you could see it then you'd understand,&lt;br /&gt;Ah when you see it then you'll understand?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All those signs,&lt;br /&gt;I knew what they meant.&lt;br /&gt;Some things you can invent.&lt;br /&gt;Some get made, and some get sent,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh? Birds go flying at the speed of sound,&lt;br /&gt;To show you how it all began.&lt;br /&gt;Birds came flying from the underground,&lt;br /&gt;If you could see it then you'd understand,&lt;br /&gt;Ah, when you see it then you'll understand&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26852614-115841284448036067?l=wahap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wahap.blogspot.com/feeds/115841284448036067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26852614&amp;postID=115841284448036067' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26852614/posts/default/115841284448036067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26852614/posts/default/115841284448036067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wahap.blogspot.com/2006/09/yes-yes.html' title=''/><author><name>Bryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07178228369113839396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26852614.post-115823958630557559</id><published>2006-09-14T20:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-14T21:13:06.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>1)  physics test.  screwed up.  did retest, C6 again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2)  Hady looks like WeiHan. haha.  guess thats a compliment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3)  Go download Hossan Leong's talkingcock in parliament from MrBrown.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4)  james blunt has a terrible voice.  coldplay also has a terrible voice.  but somehow i like their songs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5)  jasmine kena booted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6)  987 is a good source for songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7)  listen to chinese songs.  its kinda nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8)  BeNg hates coldplay, chinese songs, bands/singers with what he calls "gay voice".  i suggest everyone dedicates coldplay songs to him on 987 fm to piss him off.  haha.  no offense.  all for fun. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9)  its a guy finals in singapore idol again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10)  hady gonna win and jon gonna sell more albums.  like American idol...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and a song. again.  you shld see the MTV man.  good song.  its like a song in a funeral you know.  these guys are like dam emo.  emo kias.  sing a fast song in funeral.  well its kinda cool.  nice song.  well sing it at my funeral  80 years down the road.  haha. joking... i shld refrain from such morbid stuff. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Helena - My Chemical Romance&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long ago&lt;br /&gt;Just like the hearse you die to get in again&lt;br /&gt;We are...&lt;br /&gt;So far from *evil wispers* you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Burning on, just like the match you strike to incinerate&lt;br /&gt;The livesOf everyone you knew&lt;br /&gt;And what's the worst you take? (worst you take)&lt;br /&gt;From every heart you break (heart you break)&lt;br /&gt;And like a blade you stain (blade you stain)&lt;br /&gt;Well, I've been holding on tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's the worst that I could say?&lt;br /&gt;Things are better if I stay&lt;br /&gt;So long and goodnight&lt;br /&gt;So long not goodnight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Came a time&lt;br /&gt;When every star fall brought you to tears again&lt;br /&gt;We are,&lt;br /&gt;The very hurt you sold&lt;br /&gt;And what's the worst you take? (worst you take)&lt;br /&gt;From every heart you break (heart you break)&lt;br /&gt;And like a blade you stain (blade you stain)&lt;br /&gt;Well, I've been holding on tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's the worst that I could say?&lt;br /&gt;Things are better if I stay&lt;br /&gt;So long and goodnight&lt;br /&gt;So long not goodnight&lt;br /&gt;Well if you carry on this way&lt;br /&gt;Things are better if I stay&lt;br /&gt;So long and goodnight&lt;br /&gt;So long not goodnight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you hear me?&lt;br /&gt;Are you near me?&lt;br /&gt;Can we pretend to leave to&lt;br /&gt;Meet again&lt;br /&gt;When both our cars colide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's the worst that I could say?&lt;br /&gt;Things are better if I stay&lt;br /&gt;So long and goodnight&lt;br /&gt;So long not goodnight&lt;br /&gt;Well if you carry on this way&lt;br /&gt;Things are better if I stay&lt;br /&gt;So long and goodnight&lt;br /&gt;So long not goodnight&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26852614-115823958630557559?l=wahap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wahap.blogspot.com/feeds/115823958630557559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26852614&amp;postID=115823958630557559' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26852614/posts/default/115823958630557559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26852614/posts/default/115823958630557559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wahap.blogspot.com/2006/09/1-physics-test.html' title=''/><author><name>Bryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07178228369113839396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26852614.post-115815212417483780</id><published>2006-09-13T20:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-13T20:55:24.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>2nd post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just to say that msn is bloody crazy.  send thing so fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MSN today high.  take crack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;call it the "Crack Hack"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26852614-115815212417483780?l=wahap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wahap.blogspot.com/feeds/115815212417483780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26852614&amp;postID=115815212417483780' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26852614/posts/default/115815212417483780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26852614/posts/default/115815212417483780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wahap.blogspot.com/2006/09/2nd-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Bryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07178228369113839396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26852614.post-115815076357171788</id><published>2006-09-13T20:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-13T20:32:43.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>1)  i'm screwed.  so many exams, so many topics, so little time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) tomorrow physics retest.  mugged my ass off.  pray i passed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3)  i find that i don't care about school/grades/homework/exams etc.  guess that's a good thing.  i'm finally not a mugger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4)  i just like even numbers.  so the number 4 is here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(this may become like BeNg's blog.  only lyrics.  hope not.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nice song.  one day i may put in in the jukebox.  that's when i decide my brain's not going to implode/explode due to the immense pressure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Guilty - Blue&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never want to play the games that people play&lt;br /&gt;I never want to hear the things they gotta say&lt;br /&gt;I've found everything I need&lt;br /&gt;I never wanted anymore than I can see&lt;br /&gt;I only want you to believe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it's wrong to tell the truth&lt;br /&gt;Then what am I supposed to do&lt;br /&gt;When all I want to do is speak my mind (speak my mind)&lt;br /&gt;If it's wrong to do what's right&lt;br /&gt;I'm prepared to testify&lt;br /&gt;If loving you with all my heart's a crime&lt;br /&gt;Then I'm guilty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna give you all the things you never had&lt;br /&gt;Don't try to tell me how he treats you isn't bad&lt;br /&gt;I need you back in my life&lt;br /&gt;I never wanted just to be the other guy&lt;br /&gt;I never wanted to live a lie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it's wrong to tell the truth&lt;br /&gt;What am I supposed to do&lt;br /&gt;All I want to do is speak my mind (speak my mind)&lt;br /&gt;If it's wrong to do what's right&lt;br /&gt;I'm prepared to testify&lt;br /&gt;If loving you with all my heart's a crime&lt;br /&gt;Then I'm guilty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl I followed my heart&lt;br /&gt;Followed the truth&lt;br /&gt;Right from the start it led me to you&lt;br /&gt;Please don't leave me this way&lt;br /&gt;I'm guilty now all I have to say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it's wrong to tell the truth&lt;br /&gt;Then what am I supposed to do&lt;br /&gt;When all I want to do is speak my mind (speak my mind)&lt;br /&gt;If it's wrong to do what's right&lt;br /&gt;I'm prepared to testify&lt;br /&gt;If loving you with all my hearts a crime&lt;br /&gt;Then I'm guilty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What am I supposed to do&lt;br /&gt;Then I'm guilty&lt;br /&gt;All I wanna do is speak my mind&lt;br /&gt;Gulity&lt;br /&gt;Then I'm guilty&lt;br /&gt;I'm prepared to testify&lt;br /&gt;If it's wrong to do what's right then tell me about this feeling inside&lt;br /&gt;If loving you with all my hearts a crime&lt;br /&gt;I'm Guilty&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26852614-115815076357171788?l=wahap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wahap.blogspot.com/feeds/115815076357171788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26852614&amp;postID=115815076357171788' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26852614/posts/default/115815076357171788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26852614/posts/default/115815076357171788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wahap.blogspot.com/2006/09/1-im-screwed.html' title=''/><author><name>Bryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07178228369113839396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26852614.post-115806149426897704</id><published>2006-09-12T19:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-12T19:44:54.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ahh.  the internet was down yesterday.  the whole singapore.  think its because of the IMF.  they need lots of bandwidth.  need to communicate with their countries or something.  whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yes.  i didn't fail my physics.  but i did very, very lousily.  C6.  worse result this year.  nevermind.  i'll do better.  teacher giving retest.  hope i can do better. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then there's the EOY exams.  think i'm going to die.  12 papers to take.  and history has 9 tutorials to study for.  think i'm dead.  now i know why some people rather take the O level.  sigh.  so much to study, so little time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;tempus fugit&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26852614-115806149426897704?l=wahap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wahap.blogspot.com/feeds/115806149426897704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26852614&amp;postID=115806149426897704' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26852614/posts/default/115806149426897704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26852614/posts/default/115806149426897704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wahap.blogspot.com/2006/09/ahh.html' title=''/><author><name>Bryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07178228369113839396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26852614.post-115798028962794253</id><published>2006-09-11T21:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-11T21:11:29.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sigh.  physics test today.. i think i'll fail.  the last qn, 10 marks, totally wrong.  sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was questioning the whole education thing.  why study? you study, does it mean you get a very good job?  bill gates didn't study, look at him.. richest man in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then you compare JC and poly.  what's so good about JC?  poly, you wear home clothes, JC cannot.  poly u study lesser subjects in 3 years.  JC you have to constantly mug for two years.  not worth what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh.  i can't escape this.  can't escape JC, uni, and all.  don't know...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26852614-115798028962794253?l=wahap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wahap.blogspot.com/feeds/115798028962794253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26852614&amp;postID=115798028962794253' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26852614/posts/default/115798028962794253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26852614/posts/default/115798028962794253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wahap.blogspot.com/2006/09/sigh.html' title=''/><author><name>Bryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07178228369113839396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26852614.post-115788677940569727</id><published>2006-09-10T19:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-10T19:12:59.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hiyoh.  going back to school tomorrow.  i'm filled with dread.  its simply dreadful to go back to school.  right.  but i have been going back to school during the "holidays".  but at least the word "holiday" has a psychological effect on us what, at least we feel that we are taking a break.  yes yes, i know i've talked about the non-existent "holiday" way too many times.  fine.  i still don't want to go back to school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was good.  yes.  church.  haha.  Sunday is always good. haha.  well.  i think our band was quite good today.  haha.  i guess i saw some people really worshiping God.  haha.  guess we really led the people into worship.  i'm hoping so.  and since Joel Ng did not get to lead, after the whole thing he was getting kinda pissed/worked-up.  critisised a lot of things.  "aiyoh, your dressing ah, so messy."  "Javis why you wear yellow, then he wear this then she wear that?"  "Javis, must wear not so childish one".  uh.. was he targeting Javis because Javis was the leader, or is it just me?  hmm.  ok.  those are not his exact words.  just citing some examples from the limited memory i have.  haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok.  thats all for now.  oh yea.  physics test tomorrow.  sigh.  never study again.  lol.  please pray for me.  yup.  thats all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26852614-115788677940569727?l=wahap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wahap.blogspot.com/feeds/115788677940569727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26852614&amp;postID=115788677940569727' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26852614/posts/default/115788677940569727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26852614/posts/default/115788677940569727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wahap.blogspot.com/2006/09/hiyoh.html' title=''/><author><name>Bryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07178228369113839396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26852614.post-115780470450473430</id><published>2006-09-09T20:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-09T20:25:04.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>for those of u who even saw my last post.  i deleted it.  why?  the pictures i uploaded screwed up my C++ thingy on the com so everytime i go to my blog the browser just shuts off. yeas.  thats it&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26852614-115780470450473430?l=wahap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wahap.blogspot.com/feeds/115780470450473430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26852614&amp;postID=115780470450473430' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26852614/posts/default/115780470450473430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26852614/posts/default/115780470450473430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wahap.blogspot.com/2006/09/for-those-of-u-who-even-saw-my-last.html' title=''/><author><name>Bryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07178228369113839396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26852614.post-115772642931867868</id><published>2006-09-08T22:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-08T22:40:29.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>boring.  today was very boring.  try sitting in an LT listening to a chem teacher rhapsodise on and on.  the atmosphere alone is enough to make you doze off.  plus, with the background noise made by the chem teacher, its hard not too fall asleep.  furthermore, sitting at the last row of the LT was a kind of good excuse to sleep cus the teacher can't see you.  or so we percieve it to be.  i tried not to fall asleep.  and i succeeded.  the result?  3 hours and 20 minutes of listening to a boring, not to mention monotonous, teacher ramble on and on about the periodic table, atomic structure and all those things found in his notes.  believe me, his notes are so self-explanatory.  he just reads from the notes and we stone there and try to pretend we are listening.  don't get me wrong.  he is a very nice guy, nice teacher, but he's just so monotone people start to fall asleep.... zzzzzzzzzzz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh wells.  school reopening soon.  but wait.  school didn't exactly close!  i mean, going back to school so many days this week made the holiday seem totally non-existent.  but heck.  its just a psychological effect that the school tries to implement.  i think.  they say holiday then we get this feeling that we should be happy, but in fact, we go back to school so many days a week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all i can say, good job school.  nice hypnosis there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this Sunday.  playing again.  but we'll get it right. we'll do it for Him, not for ourselves.  we'll put Him first in our hearts and minds, set our hearts towards Him.  He will be please.  yes He will&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So what can I say, what can I do, but offer this heart O God, Completely to You&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26852614-115772642931867868?l=wahap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wahap.blogspot.com/feeds/115772642931867868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26852614&amp;postID=115772642931867868' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26852614/posts/default/115772642931867868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26852614/posts/default/115772642931867868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wahap.blogspot.com/2006/09/boring.html' title=''/><author><name>Bryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07178228369113839396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26852614.post-115763455607343773</id><published>2006-09-07T20:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-07T21:09:16.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today's practice was good. yes.  haha. fun. haha.  well.  halfway, michelle came in and said that we all had to play for God, said ppl were not happy, like those ppl, ahem, &lt;em&gt;on top. &lt;/em&gt;the high and mighty. wooooooooo.  well personally.  we were playing for God. we were.  actually i don't see why they keep on telling us we are not playing for God, we not serious, we not this we not that. pls larh.  dun really like it.  yes. you say that we don't like to hear things not pleasing to our ears.  no.  its not abt that.  i dont mind actually.  but if its not true, then i guess you can't say that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;perhaps that ppl on top think that we not playing for God, self-glory blah blah blah.  but i can say that i was playing for God.  i could feel that majority of the band ppl were playing/singing for God.  yea.  so what if our singing not good, guitar not good, drum out of beat.  eh.  jus examples lah.  but hey.  so what.  we did it for God.  i could feel it.  don't give me that crap.  ok.  i may be too harsh here.  perhaps.  then im sorry.  but im just saying what i feel.  it was not self-glory.  today wasnt.  don't judge our band according to one or two practices.  don't judge us according to our age.  perhaps the ppl on top don't.  i don't know. i don't care.  just don't do it.  please.  we were doing it for God.  you don't feel it, your prob.  we were.  we were playing it for Him.  i was.  the band was.  sorry if i offended anyone.  just what i felt.  what i felt....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;paul got voted out.  seriously, i don't think he deserves to get out.  he was really good. improved alot.  and his last song, Its Not Easy by Five For Fighting.  was good.  he did it well. better than Five for Fighting.  yes.  well.  too bad.  but he cant be the s'pore idol.  improved yes.  but still hady and jon, well, they are better.  jasmine shld get out now.  before paul.  but well.  stupid singapore.  as usual.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26852614-115763455607343773?l=wahap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wahap.blogspot.com/feeds/115763455607343773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26852614&amp;postID=115763455607343773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26852614/posts/default/115763455607343773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26852614/posts/default/115763455607343773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wahap.blogspot.com/2006/09/todays-practice-was-good.html' title=''/><author><name>Bryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07178228369113839396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26852614.post-115754726028344525</id><published>2006-09-06T20:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-06T20:54:20.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey. hm. to all out there. esp zach, dun read too much into my blog posts yes? haha. that post wasnt much. it was jus paranoia, not what you guys keep thinking abt. sheesh. my posts have no hidden meanings. just take it as it is yea?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. today was cool. yes. apart from school. hmm. no actually school has become kinda fun? i dunno. something wrong with me or what, but hell. history. haha. actually thats one of my fave lessons. i jus like history. interesting really. and my teacher (yes im spelling it correctly now.. haha), is kinda passionate abt the subject. ok. really passionate. esp abt totalitarianism, keep on saying he looks up to ppl like hitler, stalin, lenin. right. and he came today with this hitler haircut. no kidding. haha. very funny. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, then. guess i can play tomorrow. teacher cancelled lessons, so can go prac lor. dunno whether i shld be happy or what. but no matter what, this time im getting it right. im playing for God. yea..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. so i really got nothing much to say actually. short one here. my posts arh, recently getting shorter and shorter. aiyoh. nevermind. u shld go download the mrbrown talkingcock in parliament. the hossan leong and ruby pan ones are good. esp the hossan leong. ahaha. yes. go download at &lt;a href="www.mrbrownshow.com"&gt;mrbrown show dott comm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26852614-115754726028344525?l=wahap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wahap.blogspot.com/feeds/115754726028344525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26852614&amp;postID=115754726028344525' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26852614/posts/default/115754726028344525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26852614/posts/default/115754726028344525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wahap.blogspot.com/2006/09/hey.html' title=''/><author><name>Bryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07178228369113839396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26852614.post-115745791624014765</id><published>2006-09-05T20:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-05T20:05:16.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'>new blogskin</title><content type='html'>hey. new blogskin! ahahaha. a nice one too. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well. today is ok.  quite ok.  but tomorrow is gonna be hell. haha. hafta be in school till 3pm! woah! too long..  im still kinda sad that i can't play, but well, doesnt matter as much now. haha.  nothing much to say really, just. yea. like that.  and its kinda a waste.  Steve Irwin dying like that.  a bitter irony i would say.  someone who handled crocs, snakes and stuff like that.  died cus of a stupid stingray.  thats a waste.  no more nice shows on TV.  ah heck.  i dun haf SCV oso. haha. but i saw some of his shows on SCV before, last time, before my dad cancelled SCV. ah well. sad case.  dieded so early.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26852614-115745791624014765?l=wahap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wahap.blogspot.com/feeds/115745791624014765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26852614&amp;postID=115745791624014765' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26852614/posts/default/115745791624014765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26852614/posts/default/115745791624014765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wahap.blogspot.com/2006/09/new-blogskin.html' title='new blogskin'/><author><name>Bryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07178228369113839396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26852614.post-115742581481802063</id><published>2006-09-05T10:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-05T11:10:14.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Heart of Worship</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;last night. i got the news. I wouldn't be playing this week. that meant i had to wait another 3 weeks to play. bitter. that was how i felt. bitter, and angry. why? for not being able to play. that was it. Javis told be it was human nature, to want to play. He told me the heart of worship was not just about playing for Him. I can not play and just praise Him. but i didn't want to listen. i didn't want to listen to Him. no. I was just too bitter. perhaps self-seeking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;and there i sat, nearing midnight. i was just thinking, and thinking. and the feeling of bitterness somehow just subsided. subsided. and it evolved into something else&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;realisation&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;realisation of my flaws. i reflected back on what Javis said, and yes, perhaps i was too consumed in wanting to play. I had completely forgotten about what i had stated. forgotten about the Heart of Worship and what it truly meant.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Heart of Worship&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;that's what worship is really about. I had neglected it totally. perhaps for something some would call "self-glory". i was self seeking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;and i sat there. miserable. just miserable. regretting what i had done. 10 minutes to midnight and i had not slept. i just prayed and prayed. i opened my bible, looking for some help from God. and there i was led to 1 Corinthians 13: 5. two words, just two words struck a chord. perhaps a message from God? the two words: "self-seeking".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;those two words. made be feel so miserable. saddened. the heart of worship. forgotten. something i experienced a few days ago at PTL, now lost to the desire of playing. a desire?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;at midnight. still not asleep. i sat there and prayed to God, asking Him to forgive what i had done. begged Him to forgive be for neglecting the main core, the essential and integral part of worship. begged Him to forgive me for being self-seeking, and asked Him to take it away from me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;for the first time in a long while, i cried. i cried for my sins, for my being self-seeking, and i cried for forgiveness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;the bible brought be to another passage. a Psalm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Psalm 4: 1&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Answer me when I call to you O my righteous God.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Give me relief from my distress; be merciful to me and hear my prayer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;my prayer&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Lord, forgive my weakness, Father. Let your face shine upon me Lord. I pray You will clense me Lord.  Help me learn the true meaning of worship.  Help me not be self-seeking Lord.  it is human nature to seek personal glory; but Father, block out all these thoughts and feelings, help me focus on the true meaning of worship.  and help everyone around me, those in the band, and in other bands, and every youth Father, that they will come to know the true meaning of worship, and not be self-seeking Father.  Forgive me Father, and I pray this in Your name&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Amen&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26852614-115742581481802063?l=wahap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wahap.blogspot.com/feeds/115742581481802063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26852614&amp;postID=115742581481802063' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26852614/posts/default/115742581481802063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26852614/posts/default/115742581481802063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wahap.blogspot.com/2006/09/heart-of-worship.html' title='Heart of Worship'/><author><name>Bryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07178228369113839396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26852614.post-115736531404138314</id><published>2006-09-04T18:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-04T18:21:57.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>mann. today is much better.  better. hahaha.  ok.  thats besides having to waste a day in school. aiyoh. haha.  tomorrow is the only day i dun nid to go to sch.  the 'chers decide that tomorrow give us break, and personally, i dun mind. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just today, i think, the croc guy, the australian Steve Irwin or something got killed.  mann. to think this guy, who handled lots of crocs, got killed by some measly stingray. lol.  stingray's barb pierced his heart.  &gt;&lt; pain...  well, no more of his shows on discovery channel.  wait... i dun have discover channel. dang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok.  seriously have nothing to say.  maybe except we are playing again! yay. youth Sunday! haha. fun.  ok.  thats abt it. if i have any more stuff to say. tonight then say. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. continuing the questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love yourself: yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;been in love: hmm. yes. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;doubt love: no! haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still in love: do i have to say? go guess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last time u hugged someone: can't remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last time u kissed someone: never. yet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last person u chatted with: hmm. Jlse? or was it zach?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last person who made u laugh: havent laughed for quite some time. HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;longest friend: uhhh. uhh. God. yea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and another one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q1) Sleep with or without clothes on?&lt;br /&gt;with&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q2) Prefer black or blue pens?&lt;br /&gt;i use blue-black&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q3) Dress up on Halloween?&lt;br /&gt;dun even know when is halloween&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q4) Like to travel?&lt;br /&gt;yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q5) Like Someone?&lt;br /&gt;yea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q6) Do they know?&lt;br /&gt;i think..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q7) Who sleeps with you every night?&lt;br /&gt;me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q8) Think you're attractive?&lt;br /&gt;dunno. wallow in self pity (again)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q9) Want to get married?&lt;br /&gt;maybe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q10) To who?&lt;br /&gt;dunno. still young lah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q11) Are you a good student?&lt;br /&gt;good? as in grades? yea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12) Are you currently happy?&lt;br /&gt;yep!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q13) Have you ever been cheated on?&lt;br /&gt;nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q14) Birthplace?&lt;br /&gt;zimbabwee. no lah. s'pore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q15) Christmas or Halloween?&lt;br /&gt;christmas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q16) Colored or black-and-white photo?&lt;br /&gt;none. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q17) Do long distance relationships work?&lt;br /&gt;dunno... why ask me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q18) Do you believe in astrology?&lt;br /&gt;what that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q19) Do you believe in love at first sight?&lt;br /&gt;maybe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q20) Do you consider yourself the life of the party?&lt;br /&gt;nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q21) Do you drink?&lt;br /&gt;sometimes. good wine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q22) Do you make fun of people?&lt;br /&gt;sometimes. &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q23) Do you think dreams eventually come true?&lt;br /&gt;hope so lah. but only daydreams. cus sometimes dreams at nite not so good. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q24) Favorite fictional character?&lt;br /&gt;umm. Bruce Wayne. notice i dun say batman. i wanna be rich but not get killed. ahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q25) Go to the movies or rent?&lt;br /&gt;buy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q26) Have you ever moved?&lt;br /&gt;yep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q27) Have you ever stolen anything?&lt;br /&gt;uh. no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q28) How's the weather right now?&lt;br /&gt;cloudy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q29) Last time you cut your hair?&lt;br /&gt;few weeks ago...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q30) Last person you talked to on the phone?&lt;br /&gt;javis jee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q31) Last time you showered?&lt;br /&gt;2 plus..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q32) Loud or soft music?&lt;br /&gt;depends on what 987 plays. haha. but if i haf a choice.. loud when working, louder when not working.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q33) Mcdonalds or Burger King?&lt;br /&gt;BK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q34) Night or day?&lt;br /&gt;ambiguous leh! ok.. day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q35) Number of pillows?&lt;br /&gt;1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q36) Piano or guitar?&lt;br /&gt;none. drums =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q37) Future job?&lt;br /&gt;movie critic?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q38) Current job?&lt;br /&gt;suffering in school. and to think i pay 225 a month to suffer. tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q39) Current love?&lt;br /&gt;uh. God, me, family, friends, PS2, computer, blogger, msn, air con, TV, internet, mrbrown podcasts, music. lots. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q40) Current longing?&lt;br /&gt;the day school burns down =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q41) Current disappointment?&lt;br /&gt;nothing. yet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q42) Current annoyance?&lt;br /&gt;that guy in school&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q43) Last thing you ate?&lt;br /&gt;rice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q44) Last thing you bought?&lt;br /&gt;movie ticket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q45) Most recent thing you are looking forward to?&lt;br /&gt;band prac!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q46) What are you hearing right now?&lt;br /&gt;blabberings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q47) Plans for the weekend?&lt;br /&gt;go church, mug, do hw...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q48) What did you do today?&lt;br /&gt;waste my day in school.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26852614-115736531404138314?l=wahap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wahap.blogspot.com/feeds/115736531404138314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26852614&amp;postID=115736531404138314' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26852614/posts/default/115736531404138314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26852614/posts/default/115736531404138314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wahap.blogspot.com/2006/09/mann.html' title=''/><author><name>Bryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07178228369113839396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26852614.post-115728702632892572</id><published>2006-09-03T20:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-03T20:51:22.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;paranoia.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;consuming me. its consuming me. i got rid of you! i got rid of you. why have you come back! get out. please. i don't need this. i don't need to be paranoid about anything. i hate this. its just like last time. mixed feelings. all those varied feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guess i can summarise all i feel now in one song. not all, but my main feelings. minus the paranoia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You and Me - Lifehouse&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What day is it&lt;br /&gt;And in what month&lt;br /&gt;This clock never seemed so alive&lt;br /&gt;I can't keep up&lt;br /&gt;And I can't back down&lt;br /&gt;I've been losing so much time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause it's you and me and all of the people&lt;br /&gt;With nothing to donothing to lose&lt;br /&gt;And it's you and me and all of the people&lt;br /&gt;And I don't know why&lt;br /&gt;I can't keep my eyes off of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of the things that I want to say&lt;br /&gt;Just aren't coming out right&lt;br /&gt;I'm tripping inwards&lt;br /&gt;You got my head spinning&lt;br /&gt;I don't know where to go from here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause it's you and me and all of the people&lt;br /&gt;With nothing to do&lt;br /&gt;Nothing to prove&lt;br /&gt;And it's you and me and all of the people&lt;br /&gt;And I don't know whyI can't keep my eyes off of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's something about you nowI can't quite figure out&lt;br /&gt;Everything she does is beautiful&lt;br /&gt;Everything she does is right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You and me and all of the people&lt;br /&gt;With nothing to do&lt;br /&gt;Nothing to lose&lt;br /&gt;And it's you and me and all of the people&lt;br /&gt;And I don't know whyI can't keep my eyes off of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You and me and all of the people&lt;br /&gt;With nothing to do&lt;br /&gt;Nothing to prove&lt;br /&gt;And it's you and me and all of the people&lt;br /&gt;And I don't know why&lt;br /&gt;I can't keep my eyes off of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What day is it&lt;br /&gt;And in what month&lt;br /&gt;This clock never seemed so alive&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26852614-115728702632892572?l=wahap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wahap.blogspot.com/feeds/115728702632892572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26852614&amp;postID=115728702632892572' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26852614/posts/default/115728702632892572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26852614/posts/default/115728702632892572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wahap.blogspot.com/2006/09/paranoia.html' title=''/><author><name>Bryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07178228369113839396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26852614.post-115726856055712346</id><published>2006-09-03T15:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-03T16:00:15.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>some questions here.  a few different ones actually. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. when you looked at yourself in the mirror today, what was the first thing you thought?&lt;br /&gt;- uh. my hair? i guess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. when is the next time you will have sex?&lt;br /&gt;- hmm. never do b4, then how to haf next time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. what's a word that rhymes with 'DOOR'?&lt;br /&gt;- shore?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. favourite planet?&lt;br /&gt;- PLANETSHAKERS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. who is the 4th person on your missed call list on your mobile?&lt;br /&gt;- dun care&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. what is your favourite ringtone on your phone?&lt;br /&gt;- my fone always silent one..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. what kind of shirt you have on?&lt;br /&gt;- singlet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. describe yourself in one phrase.&lt;br /&gt;- Acquiescent accomplice in my own imprisonment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. name the brand of shoes you're currently wearing.&lt;br /&gt;- not wearing shoes now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Bright or dark room?&lt;br /&gt;- dark and black room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. what do you think about the person who took this survey before you?&lt;br /&gt;- dunno&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. if you're alone in a room with two beds, which one would you sleep on?&lt;br /&gt;- one of the beds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. what were you doin at midnight last night?&lt;br /&gt;- hmm. sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. what did your last text message say that you receive on your mobile?&lt;br /&gt;- hm. forgot. i delete all messages cus i haf this private and confidential rule thingy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. where is your letter box?&lt;br /&gt;- downstairs lah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. what's a word that you say a lot?&lt;br /&gt;- who the heck so stupid count the no of times they say a word 0_o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. who told you he/she loved you last?&lt;br /&gt;- ok. i'll jus go drown in self pity. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. last furry thing you touched?&lt;br /&gt;- me dog =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. how many drugs have you done in the past three days?&lt;br /&gt;- crack, morphine. duh. i dun do drugs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. how many rolls of film do you need to get developed?&lt;br /&gt;- i use digital cam. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. favourite age you have been so far?&lt;br /&gt;- NOW&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. your worst enemy?&lt;br /&gt;- some gay ass in my school&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. what is your current desktop picture?&lt;br /&gt;- hmm. family pic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. what was the last thing you said to someone?&lt;br /&gt;- "dun wan"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. if you had to choose between a million bucks or being able to fly?&lt;br /&gt;- fly. away from sch. a million bucks cant do that. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. do you like someone?&lt;br /&gt;- uhh.. yea?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. the last song you listened to?&lt;br /&gt;- You and Me by Lifehouse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. if the last person you spoke to was gettin shot at, would you jump in front of the bullet?&lt;br /&gt;- uh. no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. if you could punch one person in the face who would it be?&lt;br /&gt;- that gay ass lor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. what is the closest object to your left foot?&lt;br /&gt;- the floor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and another one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) How old do you wish you were? 16.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Where were you when 9/11 happened? singapore lor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) What do you do when vending machines steal your money? i whack the machine. really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Do you consider yourself kind? duh. yes. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) If you had to get a tattoo, where would it be? dowan tattoo leh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) If you could be fluent in any other language,what would it be? uh. French? Japanese?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) Do you know your neighbors? no. dun care oso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) What do you consider a vacation? sch burn down. cher all die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) Do you follow your horoscope? no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) Would you move for the person you loved? move simi?.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11) Are you touchy feely? dunno.  dun think so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12) Do you believe that opposites attract? huh? tok what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13) Dream job? no work all pay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14) Favorite channel(s)? 987 FM. wait. radio oso can right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15) Favorite place to go on weekends? church. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16) Showers or Baths? shower. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17) Do you paint your own nails? 0_o NO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18) Do you trust people easily? depends on who lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19) What are your phobias? heights? maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20) Do you want kids? i think. maybe not so many. 1/2 would be good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21) Do you keep a handwritten journal? yea. i use hands to blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22) Where would you rather be right now? here. blogging&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23) Who makes you feel warm and fuzzy? huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24) Heavy or light sleeper? depends lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25) Are you paranoid? sometimes. very.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26) Are you impatient? hmm. yes. sometimes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27.) who can you relate to? relate?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28) How do you feel about interracial couples? i dunno. not my prob too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29) Have you been burned by love? i dowan to get burnt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30) Whats your life motto? dun die so fast&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31) Whats your main ring tone on your mobile? silent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32) What were you doing at midnight last night? sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33) Who was your last text message from? uh.. i think Jlse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34) Whose bed did you sleep in last night? mine la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35) What color shirt are you wearing? wearing singlet. not shirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37) Name three things you have on you at all times: my clothes, handphone, and, uh.. wallet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38.) What color are your bed sheets? dun care. can slp can already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39) How much cash do you have on you right now? on my body or what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40) What is your favorite part of the chicken? meat lor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41) Whats your favorite town/city? i shld say singapore. but well, i dunno lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43) Who got you to join Friendster? huh? friendster? simi friendster?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44) What did you have for dinner last night? food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45) How tall are you barefoot? 172 - 173. yea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46) Have you ever smoked heroin? nvr. dun wan oso&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47) Do you own a gun? nope. but i wan... hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48) What do you prefer to drink in the morning? water&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49) What is your secret weapon to lure in the opposite sex? stupid surveys. i go wallow in self pity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50) Do you have A.D.D.? A.D.D? what the hel is that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;51) What time did you wake up today? 6.50am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;52) Current worry? LIFE. especially certain aspects of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;53) Current hate? the gay ass in sch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;54) Favorite place to be? church&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;55) Where would you like to travel? japan. heard all the Mac girls there all look like supermodel. eh eh. not that i care lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;56) What do you think you'll be like in 10 yrs? hopefully attached.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;57) last thing you ate? char siew rice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;58) What songs do you sing in the shower? hm. depends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;59) Last person that made you laugh? dunno&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;60) Worst injury you've ever had? havnt been injured in long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;61) Does someone have a crush on you? u think i know? i go wallow in self pity. again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;62) What is your favorite candy? choc?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;63) What song do you want played at your funeral?: mrbrown's sian?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yet another!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A - Age you first believed in love?&lt;br /&gt;cant remember lah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B - Band listening to right now?&lt;br /&gt;not listening to music now. probably my mom's nagging? hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C - Dream Car&lt;br /&gt;hmm. ferrari. yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D - Dad's name?&lt;br /&gt;OKG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E - Easiest person to make u laugh?&lt;br /&gt;seeto? haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F - Food you miss most?&lt;br /&gt;dunno&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G - Any encounters with ghosts?&lt;br /&gt;nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;H - Who is in your heart right now?&lt;br /&gt;God&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I- Interesting unknown fact about you?&lt;br /&gt;eh. uh. im broke now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J - just tell me who's the last person who..&lt;br /&gt;who do what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K - Kissing with eyes open or closed?&lt;br /&gt;nvr kiss b4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L - Last time you did fight?&lt;br /&gt;cannot remember la&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M - Most memorable moment you can think of in a minute?&lt;br /&gt;playing for PTL or something?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N - Nicknames?&lt;br /&gt;none.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O - Open Up! What's your most valued possession?&lt;br /&gt;dunno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P - Place you are right now.&lt;br /&gt;com area&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q - Quote what you heard for the last two minutes?"&lt;br /&gt;my sis saying "jelly-o is nice"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R - Remember the last time you cried?&lt;br /&gt;i think so. but kinda long ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S - Song you sang last?&lt;br /&gt;salvation is here. jamming with ppl in church! yea!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T - Time you woke up?&lt;br /&gt;6.55 a.m.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U - Use love in a sentence.&lt;br /&gt;i love God&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;V - Vegetable you hate most?&lt;br /&gt;i like veggies! haha. maybe bitter gourd lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;W - What are you most afraid of?&lt;br /&gt;heights?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X- X-rated love?&lt;br /&gt;wat is tat?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y - Year you were born?&lt;br /&gt;1991&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Z - Zodiac sign?&lt;br /&gt;cancer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that was long.. and i stil have more. but next time yea? ok. i'll post again tonight. i hope...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26852614-115726856055712346?l=wahap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wahap.blogspot.com/feeds/115726856055712346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26852614&amp;postID=115726856055712346' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26852614/posts/default/115726856055712346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26852614/posts/default/115726856055712346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wahap.blogspot.com/2006/09/some-questions-here.html' title=''/><author><name>Bryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07178228369113839396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26852614.post-115719832777383583</id><published>2006-09-02T19:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-02T19:58:47.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PTL!</title><content type='html'>haha.  PTL was good.  this year is better.  some bands worthy to note are the second and last band.  yes.  second as counting from the band after UP onwards.  and of course, our band. haha.  we were good today.  yes.  haha.  much better than during our practices.  haha.  yes.  praise the Lord.  haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes.  we played from our hearts, for Him.  to thank Him and praise Him.  we brought the people to worship, we led them with our voices and insturuments, to sing in one voice, in unity, singing praises to Him.  and we did.  this is one of the best experiences so far this year.  playing and leading people in worship&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after last night's prayer, i realised that how far i've strayed from Him.  this year has not been one of the best years in my walk with Him.  every one strays at one point of their life.  but He was and always will be there for us.  no matter what, He will be there, finding us, His lost sheep, telling us to come, come to Him and be filled.  filled in the Spirit.  after last night, i renewed my commitment to Him, renewed my covenant.  renewed my promise to take up my cross daily and follow Him, the commitment that i made in masterlife which has been left, forgotten, till yesterday.  and i felt filled.  filled in the Spirit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and today.  as we all raised our hands, some knelt down, and praised His name not as CBC or Hosanna or whatever, but as the church of our Lord Jesus Christ, the feeling was just great.  great is an understatement.  it was awesome.  to praise His mighty name.  yes.  we were all one in the Spirit.  praising Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i want to live for You&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26852614-115719832777383583?l=wahap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wahap.blogspot.com/feeds/115719832777383583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26852614&amp;postID=115719832777383583' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26852614/posts/default/115719832777383583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26852614/posts/default/115719832777383583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wahap.blogspot.com/2006/09/ptl.html' title='PTL!'/><author><name>Bryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07178228369113839396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26852614.post-115712219857083994</id><published>2006-09-01T22:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-01T22:49:58.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'>time with Him</title><content type='html'>just finished PTL practice.  was ok.  much better than last Sunday.  the Holy Spirit was there.  amongst us.  yes.  we are doing this for God, not for our self glory.  we are not performing, we are giving thanks, and leading others in thanking Him.  He has done so much in our lives, much more we can comprehend or remember.  to God be the glory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after the PTL practice, i just spent a short time, just praying.  maybe 5 minutes.  tomorrow is PTL, and we just have to worship and to thank Him with clean hands and pure hearts.  so everyone, pray.  ask for forgiveness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i prayed.  for that 5 minutes, it seemed, seemed to be much slower, much much slower.  i just brought everything up to Him.  confessed all my sins, all i had done, everything that is unpleasing to Him.  i thanked Him for what He has done.  the list is infinite.  neverending.  i can never recall everything He has done for me, but i thank Him.  that short amount of time i spent there in the seat, just praying, it was the best prayer i've had in a very long time.  i realised how sinful we all are.  so very sinful.  and the song played in the background, Once Again.  once again i look upon the cross where You died, i'm humbled by Your mercy and i'm broken inside.  once again.  humbled.  i felt, felt very bad.  very humbled.  but yet, thankful, that despite all i had done, our Father in heaven sent His son down to die.  and i just felt sad, but yet at the same time, very much thankful.  and i thought about all i had done.  things i've said.  maybe sometimes when i was insensitive, sometimes when i piss people off.  and i prayed that He would help to mould me, change me to be a better person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanksgiving.  its about  giving thanks to Him for what He has done.  yes, the songs may not be fast, may not be great, but its the heart of worship.  that's what its about.  i'm sure that tomorrow, as everyone lift their hands and their hearts in one voice to Him, no matter how good or bad the worship is, it will be pleasing to His eyes.  for it's the heart of worship that matters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;to God be the glory&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26852614-115712219857083994?l=wahap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wahap.blogspot.com/feeds/115712219857083994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26852614&amp;postID=115712219857083994' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26852614/posts/default/115712219857083994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26852614/posts/default/115712219857083994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wahap.blogspot.com/2006/09/time-with-him.html' title='time with Him'/><author><name>Bryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07178228369113839396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26852614.post-115702763746643298</id><published>2006-08-31T20:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-31T20:33:57.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the long and boring day</title><content type='html'>ah.  a day of rest.  tomorrow as well. haha. 'cher day was ok.  the celebrations in my school was a little boring.  but overall, ok.  went to visit primary school, stuff like that.  normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now.  about movies.  007 Casino Royale is actually coming out soon.  November 17.  Casino Royale was actually a 007 spoof, as someone (forgot who) won a case against Cubby to have rights to screen the film.  this, of course, was along with Never Say Never Again, a remake of Thunderball.  however, MGM bought rights to the two films, so, every single Bond film belongs to them.  so, Casino Royale is a new remake of the Ian Fleming book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i can say this will not be a good film.  with the breakthroughs in technology, the effects will definitely be there.  the main crux of the matter is that the storyline is a little problematic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, Daniel Criag will be the new Bond, replacing Pierce Brosnan, which is one of the best actors to portray 007, maybe only second to Sean Connery.  Daniel Craig however, is not really like the rest of the other actors to portray Bond.  over the years, we have had Sean Connery, George Lazenby, Roger Moore, Timothy Dalton, and of course, Pierce Brosnan.  Daniel Criag, is the only blonde Bond.  thats the problem.  James Blonde.  ok.  so i'm going on about the newspaper things that have been going on.  he may be a good actor, no doubt, but still, its different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly.  The absence of one of the most integral roles in 007 history, Q, also known as Quartermaster.  after The World Is Not Enough, the seemingly immortal Desmond Llewelyn passed away, and he was replaced by a certain "Clease" clearly a less skilled actor.  however, in Casino Royale, the role of Q is non-existent.  there was an instance in the past where Q was left out of one of the shows, and it was clearly a mistake.  they're making the mistake again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thirdly.  The storyline.  the story is about 007 before he had the license to kill.  so, why is M still played by Judi Dench?  before everything, M was played by Bernard Lee.  so if this is before M was played by Judi Dench, then why is M played by Judi Dench?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly.  Where is Moneypenny? haha. yes.  this seemingly unimportant character is a, well, trademark of 007 films.  she's missing. not that i care really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok.  so i'm thinking this Bond film may not be that nice.  but well, i'm a Bond fan.  i'll still catch it. haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26852614-115702763746643298?l=wahap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wahap.blogspot.com/feeds/115702763746643298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26852614&amp;postID=115702763746643298' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26852614/posts/default/115702763746643298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26852614/posts/default/115702763746643298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wahap.blogspot.com/2006/08/long-and-boring-day.html' title='the long and boring day'/><author><name>Bryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07178228369113839396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26852614.post-115693722819804343</id><published>2006-08-30T19:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-30T19:27:46.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'>whooppeee!</title><content type='html'>yay. happy! XD probably this is one of my 1st (non-pissed-off/non-unhappy) posts... in a very long time. like 5 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Today is effectively the last day of school for the term.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;although i dont see any possibility of a holiday, its still the last day of the term. and by "no holiday", it means normal school week. 8am - 1.30pm. minus the morning assembly, singing of national anthem, sch song, and of course, minus the RECESS! sigh. but its still the last day of school! tomorrow, 'cher day celebrations. sch ends at 10am. XD of course my sister more sway lah... PSLE this year, have to stay back after the celebrations to do work. of course, "celebrations" for me is not really celebration. why? you stone there, pretend to enjoy the thing, give your 'cher a card, or a present. and end at 10am. most of the time, the "celebration" is so boring that you feel it takes forever for it to end. guess the only ppl who enjoy the "celebration", well, are the 'chers. but im not giving anyone anything. hate all my 'chers. maybe i'll give the "good" ones a card. maybe not. can't be bothered. and maybe i wont go visit my pri sch 'chers. i mean. what did they do? they tortured me like my sister's 'chers are torturing her now. pish. and to think my sch emphasises on "饮水思源" so much. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) my chem test yesterday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apparently, my chem 'cher mark so fast. lol. either he very good at marking or he have a PA. &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. so. whenever i say i confirm fail arh. dun believe me ok. i got a very high A1. for some unknown reason. Mole concept. confusing and crappy. and i got a very high A1. great. and just happy =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) my overall results this term&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yayyness. haha. my sch issues report cards according like your grades. u know... calculate the mean grade for you. add all the grades (eg A1, A2 so on), and takes the average. so the lower the better lah, with 1.00 being the best and 9.00 being the crappiest. i got a 1.80 =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy mann... 9th position in class. deproved, but still, top ten... and they calculated my L1R5 for me (the O level thingy) and i got a 7. how crappy is that? most ppl get like 6 during normal O lvl. but hell... i dun take O lvl. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well. so hard work does pay off... but what really gets u far? hmmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a little mathematical formula that might help you answer these question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If:A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z is represented as&lt;br /&gt;:1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20 21 22 23 24 25 26.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then: H A R D W O R K&lt;br /&gt;8+18+4+23+15+18+11 = 98%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K N O W L E D G E&lt;br /&gt;11+14+15+23+12+5+4+7+5 = 96%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But: A T T I T U D E&lt;br /&gt;1+20+20+9+20+21+4+5 = 100%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And: B U L L S H I T&lt;br /&gt;2+21+12+12+19+8+9+20 =103%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND, Look how far ass kissing will take you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A S S K I S S I N G&lt;br /&gt;1+19+19+11+9+19+19+9+14+7 =118%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, one can conclude with mathematical certainty that whilst hard work and knowledge will get you close, and attitude will get you there, it's the bullshit and ass kissing that will put you over the top.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha... yea... jus a joke there. haha. personally, 90+% is good enuf. haha. yea...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26852614-115693722819804343?l=wahap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wahap.blogspot.com/feeds/115693722819804343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26852614&amp;postID=115693722819804343' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26852614/posts/default/115693722819804343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26852614/posts/default/115693722819804343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wahap.blogspot.com/2006/08/whooppeee.html' title='whooppeee!'/><author><name>Bryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07178228369113839396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26852614.post-115684950253308966</id><published>2006-08-29T19:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-29T19:59:22.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sept holiday? what holiday?!</title><content type='html'>exactly. what holiday? got holiday meh? dun see leh. where arh? next week holiday meh? really arh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this should really be a podcast. like mrbrown or something. its something like, u know, mrbrown comments abt s'pore and the gahmen so i comment on school lah. ya... i think i may do podcast. hmm. but i need his hilarious voice...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok.  right.  talking about school arh...  as i said.  got holiday meh?!  next week?  isnt next week a school week?  huh?  ok haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Acquiescent accomplice in my own imprisonment"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes.  an acquiescent accomplice in my own imprisonment.  and i cant be bothered to explain what it means.  ok.  maybe i explain.  on msn. hah.  ok.  that right.  my school arh.  as i said, no holiday.  but well, expected lah.  5 days a week lessons.  but its still better than what we expected.  at least only need to go to school untill 2pm. and im supposed to be happy about that?  ok.  yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i do so well in school.  for what?  i do well, they ask me to take more subjects.  more stress, then do well, then take more.  vicious cycle i say.  so well.  definitely acquiescent.  imprisonment, obviously refers to my school.  duh.  pls.  what prison is there for a 15 year old other than school?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. nevermind.  pish.  did my chem test today.  as expected.  hard.  very hard.  partially cus i didnt wanna study.  or rather i couldnt be bothered to study.  and i got a pathetic A2 for lit.  aiyah... s'pore plan, paternalism, blah blah blah.  mrbrown could get an A1 for that.  heh.  as for me, nah.  A2.  lets all drown in misery.  no.... i cant be bothered really.  pish.  only 4 A1s this term.  am i supposed to be happy?  YES!  im contented, considering the rather skimpy amount of effort put in.  yayy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and im seriously thinking of making a podcast lor.  really.  ok.  maybe not.  ok.  never.  stupid idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i was listening to 987 FM last night, as usual.  hehe.  yea... 9pm slot, say it with music, with Carrie Chong.  ok.  whatever.  and there was this ad for Paris Hilton's new music CD thingy, which sucks by the way.  look at the critics in the newspaper... 2 stars!  thats too much.  really.  and the ad, was like talking abt some lucky draw thing for her CDs.  wait.  wasnt it just released?  clear stock so fast?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this newspaper report which i found hilarious.  about paris talking abt her own album.  pish.  come on lah.  she really thinks her singing is perfect? ahhh!  i think even joakim sounds better than her.  and talking abt her being like barbie.  ok.  that i agree.  the blonde hair, everything.  like bimbo... i mean barbie =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and speaking of which, is she the ultimate failure or something?  her acting sucks btw, her singing sucks, her dressing has been critisised countless of times, and shes been compared to bimbo.  i mean barbie.  and she herself conpares herself to barbie.  i mean bimbo.  no... i mean barbie.  all boils down to three words: bimbo, spoilt, bimbo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so why am i talking abt her?  maybe cus i find her hilarious.  in a bad sense.  ok.  i should stop.  i mean, talk abt people who would do anything to be famous.  or rather infamous.  sheesh.  releasing albums, acting (in the various movies as well as home movies [ahem]).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah wells.  test tomorrow. again.  and again, cant be bothered to study. yay.  lets flunk everything!  i mean, no streaming this year.  haha.  cant be bothered.  haha.  but i know i'll end up mugging anyway.  cripes.  yea.  ciao.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26852614-115684950253308966?l=wahap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wahap.blogspot.com/feeds/115684950253308966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26852614&amp;postID=115684950253308966' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26852614/posts/default/115684950253308966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26852614/posts/default/115684950253308966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wahap.blogspot.com/2006/08/sept-holiday-what-holiday.html' title='sept holiday? what holiday?!'/><author><name>Bryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07178228369113839396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26852614.post-115676942672303411</id><published>2006-08-28T20:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-28T20:50:26.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ok. i'm screwed</title><content type='html'>why am i screwed?  hm..  tough one.  well.  lets see.  and i'm a little pissed too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) i have a chemistry test tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oooo.  well.  wasn't tests supposed to be over?  apparently, some teachers decided that they would want to give us a test so that our grades could be more screwed up.  fine.  HA HA.  thanks a lot.  i haven't studied, and yes, i would rather blog than study.  how funny.  screw the school, screw tests.  crap.  i only have 4 A1s this term and they want to torment me with a possible F9 tomorrow?  how kind.  appreciate it 'cher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2)  Apparantly, some teachers just have to be bitches (this is the pissed off part already)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok.  this is going to get a little rough here.  buckle up your seatbelts, enjoy the ride.  or, maybe you may not enjoy the ride.  i don't care.  you below 12, then don't read on.  simple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stupid teachers.  apparently, as the word suggests, i am refering (quite obviously) to some female teachers.  well.  although there have been instances, say in america (with those punks, gang members etc) where they call a male a bitch, but well, thats out of the point by the way.  great.  another pissed off post.  good job Bryan.  why can't i just get happy.  but whatever, i'm still going to carry on my ranting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so you ask.  which teacher?  well.  considering that i can't say their names to prevent any eminent harm that would be coming my way should they read my blog, uh... i can't say their names.  yeahh..  anyways.  that's why i never ever put my school's name on my blog ! simple.  i flame.  i admit i flame.  i flame my teachers, and, more seldom, my school.  so its just like an insurance policy if you would like to put it that way.  my back door out.  unless some retarded fools start tagging in my blog about my school.  then i'm probably going to be dead.  thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok.  back to the main topic.  anyway, i decided not to use any super strong language here, so well, smile.  and by strong language, i am infering to the four letter "F" word that is not fish by the way.  go figure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn.  wasting lots of time here.  ok.  first on the flaming list is my physics teacher.  damn i hate that bitch.  fool.  we answer her questions, she doesn't let us sit down!  oh.  so she convinently forgets.  yay.  thanks a lot, bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;second is my english teacher.  she doesn't do anything wrong, but the whole class just hates her.  maybe its because of her thick layed sacarsm or her "perfecto" english.  i don't know... she's just a bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) i have a performance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes.  the school told us that "you will not have anymore performances this year".  right.  just when i was rejoycing, jumping for joy, the teacher sends a message and says we have a performance on 22 October, a Sunday!  and i just decided to use some strong language here.  f***!  and furthermore, we have to practice for 5 days a week the week before from monday to friday ! and to add on to that, its just 1 week after the exams.  so, after i read the message, some very, very, very, well, you could say bad, or violent or whatever you call it thoughts raced through my mind, and some included setting the school on fire, firebombing the staff room, burning the teacher alive and stuff like that.  i mean, 1 week after the exams!?  we need some f***ing time to rest you assholes! f*** it.  this is probably the worst thing that happened today.  no, in fact... my WHOLE LIFE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dammit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26852614-115676942672303411?l=wahap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wahap.blogspot.com/feeds/115676942672303411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26852614&amp;postID=115676942672303411' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26852614/posts/default/115676942672303411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26852614/posts/default/115676942672303411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wahap.blogspot.com/2006/08/ok-im-screwed.html' title='ok. i&apos;m screwed'/><author><name>Bryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07178228369113839396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26852614.post-115668107483919442</id><published>2006-08-27T20:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-27T20:25:28.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'>practice</title><content type='html'>practice was crap. i was bloody tired. and, no offense man, weihan was like getting me pissed. just saying that we should be less tired, more serious, blah blah blah. please. he just entered the room, we were practicing like crazy man. we were practicing for a very long time. and he just said that we have to be more serious. fine. we slotted. we practiced so much. we were just tired man. fine. this is what we get? thanks a lot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26852614-115668107483919442?l=wahap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wahap.blogspot.com/feeds/115668107483919442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26852614&amp;postID=115668107483919442' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26852614/posts/default/115668107483919442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26852614/posts/default/115668107483919442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wahap.blogspot.com/2006/08/practice_27.html' title='practice'/><author><name>Bryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07178228369113839396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26852614.post-115659743009560220</id><published>2006-08-26T20:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-26T21:03:50.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the ride home</title><content type='html'>well. after the performance. performance. just ended..... =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ooook.  well.  can't say i like performing.  in fact, i find it utterly detestable.  i hate performing.  well.  we screwed up again.  again.  i'm happy about it really.  hope that the more we screw up, the more people don't want to invite us to perform&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;great.  another Saturday wasted.  for what?  CIP hours.  please.  i don't need it anymore.  i have like 100+ CIP hours.  just want to tell the teachers to stick those CIP hours up their @$$.  i don't need them, so i don't need to perform.  simple.  man.  Saturdays should be used more productively.  either you do school work, or you play, or you go out (preferbly with friends rather than family). and if you have no one to go out with, listen to 98.7 FM (ok, i'm getting obsessed about this great station).  see ?!  a total waste of a potentially productive day.  damn, i hate performing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so the performance ended at about, what, 7.30pm?  around there.  so i decided to take a bus home.  which is quite stupid.  why?  please.  its about 7.45pm by the time i walk out (my school is bloody big), and at that time, its NON PEAK HOURS.  that means, the bus drivers can take their own sweet time to drive because they should not be expecting anyone.  and when i got up the bus (i waited for 15 mins by the way), it was empty.  so i decided that it was good to have the whole bus to myself.  i listened to my iPod all the way and tried not to fall asleep.  i mean, it was hard not to fall asleep considering that i was very tired from the performance and my hands are aching like hell right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so here i am, at 9pm blogging about this crappy day.  so see everyone in church tomorrow.  ta...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26852614-115659743009560220?l=wahap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wahap.blogspot.com/feeds/115659743009560220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26852614&amp;postID=115659743009560220' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26852614/posts/default/115659743009560220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26852614/posts/default/115659743009560220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wahap.blogspot.com/2006/08/ride-home.html' title='the ride home'/><author><name>Bryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07178228369113839396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26852614.post-115656051264895910</id><published>2006-08-26T10:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-26T10:48:32.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where'd You Go</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Where'd You Go - Fort Minor&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where'd you go?&lt;br /&gt;I miss you so&lt;br /&gt;Seems like its been forever that you've been gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said somedays I feel like shit&lt;br /&gt;Somedays I wanna quit and just be normal for a bit&lt;br /&gt;I don't understand why you have to always be gone&lt;br /&gt;I get along but your trips always feel so long&lt;br /&gt;And I find myself trying to stay by the phone&lt;br /&gt;'Cause your voice always helps me to not feel so alone&lt;br /&gt;But I feel like an idiot, working my day around a call&lt;br /&gt;And when I pick up I don't have much to say, so&lt;br /&gt;I want you to know its a little f***ed up that&lt;br /&gt;I'm stuck here waiting, at times debatin&lt;br /&gt;Telling you that I've had it with you and your career&lt;br /&gt;Me and the rest of the family here singing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where'd you go?&lt;br /&gt;I miss you so&lt;br /&gt;Seems like its been forever that you've been gone&lt;br /&gt;Where'd you go?&lt;br /&gt;I miss you so&lt;br /&gt;Seems like its been forever that you've been gone&lt;br /&gt;Please Come back home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, the place where you used to live&lt;br /&gt;Used to barbeque with burgers and ribs&lt;br /&gt;Used to have a little party every halloween&lt;br /&gt;with candy by the pile but now&lt;br /&gt;you only stop by every once in a while&lt;br /&gt;Shit&lt;br /&gt;I find myself just filling my time&lt;br /&gt;With anything to keep the thought of you from my mind&lt;br /&gt;I'm doing fine and I'm plannin' to keep it that way&lt;br /&gt;You can call me if you find that you have something to say&lt;br /&gt;And I'll tell you&lt;br /&gt;I want you to know its a little f***ed up that&lt;br /&gt;I'm stuck here waiting, at times debating&lt;br /&gt;Telling you that I've had it with you and your career&lt;br /&gt;Me and the rest of the family here singing&lt;br /&gt;Where'd you go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you so&lt;br /&gt;Seems like its been forever that you've been gone&lt;br /&gt;Where'd you go?&lt;br /&gt;I miss you so&lt;br /&gt;Seems like its been forever that you've been gone&lt;br /&gt;Please Come back home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want you to know its a little f***ed up that&lt;br /&gt;I'm stuck here waiting, no longer debatin'&lt;br /&gt;Tired of sittin and hatin' and making these excuses&lt;br /&gt;For why you're not around, and feeling sorta useless&lt;br /&gt;It seems that one thing has been true all along&lt;br /&gt;You don't really know what you've got till its gone&lt;br /&gt;I guess I've had it with you and your career&lt;br /&gt;When you come back I won't be here and you can sing it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where'd you go?&lt;br /&gt;I miss you so&lt;br /&gt;Seems like its been forever that you've been gone&lt;br /&gt;Where'd you go?&lt;br /&gt;I miss you so&lt;br /&gt;Seems like its been forever that you've been gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please Come back home&lt;br /&gt;Please come back home&lt;br /&gt;Please come back home&lt;br /&gt;Please come back home&lt;br /&gt;Please come back home&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26852614-115656051264895910?l=wahap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wahap.blogspot.com/feeds/115656051264895910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26852614&amp;postID=115656051264895910' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26852614/posts/default/115656051264895910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26852614/posts/default/115656051264895910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wahap.blogspot.com/2006/08/whered-you-go.html' title='Where&apos;d You Go'/><author><name>Bryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07178228369113839396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26852614.post-115650818926480768</id><published>2006-08-25T19:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-25T20:16:29.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im sorry if this post is too harsh, or certain words make you uncomfortable.  im jus bloody pissed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why, u ask?  well.  lets see.  i gotta perform tomorrow, again.  another day wasted.  and most of all, my bloody CCA teacher is such as f***ing bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well.  start from the start shall we.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was ok.  at least till the CCA part that is.  normal day; bloody slack.  after my course, which ended at 11.30am, i waited till 2.30pm for my CCA to start.  so i tried to borrow some movies from my sch library to watch.  tried all the movies, but this bloody librarian, probably a sec one, was too damn lazy to find the movies he jus said that it was all loaned out.  dammit.  bloody idiot.  so i just went to my CCA place and hung out and listened to 98.7 FM.  yea... my fav radio station where i wanna work at next time.  yea... but yesterday, i was listening to 98.7 at about 2.30pm till 3.30pm and there was no DJ! what the hell?!  i was really gonna call 66911987 and ask them to get the DJ on, but heck, music's more important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahh... whatever.  back to the subject.  argh.  stupid CCA teacher.  bloody bitch.  anyways.  why do i always complain about her?  apparently, english and some humanities teachers in my school are bloody sacarstic.  especially the engrish teachers.  she, is, well, an engrish teacher.  so she keeps on making f***ing sacarstic comments, about everyone, which does include me btw, and talks in this motherf***ing irritating voice which bloody pisses me off.  hate her. dammit lah, wish someone could just tell her to go... ah nevermind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, mr brown has been getting creative these days.  heh.  one dollar goes to the government?!  get ur new ERP ringtones!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26852614-115650818926480768?l=wahap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wahap.blogspot.com/feeds/115650818926480768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26852614&amp;postID=115650818926480768' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26852614/posts/default/115650818926480768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26852614/posts/default/115650818926480768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wahap.blogspot.com/2006/08/im-sorry-if-this-post-is-too-harsh-or.html' title=''/><author><name>Bryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07178228369113839396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26852614.post-115642574591262077</id><published>2006-08-24T21:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-24T21:22:25.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what the heck is wrong with Singapore (2nd post btw)</title><content type='html'>2nd post.  so go read my 1st one 1st yea?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn.  joakim didnt get voted out.  thats it.  singapore consists of a bunch of retarded fools who have te brain the size of 1/2 and electron.  pls.  take ken's advice, vote wisely dammit.  joakim didnt deserve to get in tonite.  and nurul doesnt deserve to get ousted.  so paul suddenly got better.  good for him. but joakim, hes not improving, in fact, hes deteriorating.  cripes.  singapore, please vote wisely.  mann. if joakim wins singapore idol, then i would be bloody disappointed in singapore.  please lah.  joakim sucks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26852614-115642574591262077?l=wahap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wahap.blogspot.com/feeds/115642574591262077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26852614&amp;postID=115642574591262077' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26852614/posts/default/115642574591262077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26852614/posts/default/115642574591262077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wahap.blogspot.com/2006/08/what-heck-is-wrong-with-singapore-2nd.html' title='what the heck is wrong with Singapore (2nd post btw)'/><author><name>Bryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07178228369113839396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26852614.post-115642253444724790</id><published>2006-08-24T20:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-24T20:28:54.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what the heck is the prob with blogger?!</title><content type='html'>what the heck.. i didnt blog yesterday!  in fact, no one could blog yesterday!  what the hell!  blogger was down?! for what?!  i mean, the only thing i see changed is the blogger logo on the main page.  bleah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hell.  yesterday.  was great.  so my sch has this one week off for us to haf fun. blah blah blah.  yea.  so i launched a rocket* (tats the course im in), and a parachute was supposed to be deployed.  but my para got caught on the rocket, and well, it made a really cool crash.  right.  so i was thinking, damn, if i get to para during NS, i sure dun wanna be tat rocket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*rocket: 1.5L bottle.  not, i repeat, NOT, weapons of mass destruction =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw.  i jus thought of what job i wanna take up next time.  i wanna be a radio DJ on 98.7 FM.  yea...  its like the best job in the world, i think.  u get like, wat, 3 hr shifts a day, get to haf fun, get free music, and work for the best radio station in Singapore.  damn!  i wanna be a radio DJ.  i mean, i listen to 98.7 every nite, and most of the time its Carrie Chong.  cus shes like till 11pm.  and Dan and Young are cool too... weeeee...  thats it.  me: radio DJ.  yay... hope it comes true.. haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26852614-115642253444724790?l=wahap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wahap.blogspot.com/feeds/115642253444724790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26852614&amp;postID=115642253444724790' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26852614/posts/default/115642253444724790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26852614/posts/default/115642253444724790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wahap.blogspot.com/2006/08/what-heck-is-prob-with-blogger.html' title='what the heck is the prob with blogger?!'/><author><name>Bryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07178228369113839396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26852614.post-115624938976489084</id><published>2006-08-22T20:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-22T20:23:09.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sianz</title><content type='html'>the prob now is that my sch ends at 11.30am.  oh, you say, so cool!  yeah right.  i have CCA that starts at 4pm all the way til 6.30.  now you find it cool? never man... i hafta wait for about 5 hours.  damn.  not cool, not cool.  so i'm sian.  get it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok.  nothing more to say....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26852614-115624938976489084?l=wahap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wahap.blogspot.com/feeds/115624938976489084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26852614&amp;postID=115624938976489084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26852614/posts/default/115624938976489084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26852614/posts/default/115624938976489084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wahap.blogspot.com/2006/08/sianz.html' title='sianz'/><author><name>Bryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07178228369113839396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26852614.post-115616193343194491</id><published>2006-08-21T20:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-21T20:05:33.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'>so slack today! =]</title><content type='html'>ook.. today was slack!  no classes, and it will be like tat for the rest of the week =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok.  nothing much to say here.  jus blabbering nothing.  blah blah blah blah blah.  damn.  i need something to say...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dirty Little Secret - The All-American Rejects&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me know that I've done wrong&lt;br /&gt;When I've known this all along&lt;br /&gt;Go around a time or two&lt;br /&gt;Just to waste my time with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me all that you've thrown away&lt;br /&gt;Find out games you don't wanna play&lt;br /&gt;You are the only one that needs to know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll keep you my dirty little secret&lt;br /&gt;(Dirty little secret)&lt;br /&gt;Don't tell anyone or you'll be just another regret&lt;br /&gt;(Just another regret, hope that you can keep it)&lt;br /&gt;My dirty little secret&lt;br /&gt;Who has to know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we live such fragile lives&lt;br /&gt;It's the best way we survive&lt;br /&gt;Go around a time or two&lt;br /&gt;Just to waste my time with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me all that you've thrown away&lt;br /&gt;Find out games you don't wanna play&lt;br /&gt;You are the only one that needs to know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll keep you my dirty little secret&lt;br /&gt;(Dirty little secret)&lt;br /&gt;Don't tell anyone or you'll be just another regret&lt;br /&gt;(Just another regret, hope that you can keep it)&lt;br /&gt;My dirty little secretWho has to know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The way she feels inside (inside)&lt;br /&gt;Those thoughts I can't deny (deny)&lt;br /&gt;These sleeping dogs won't lie (won't lie)&lt;br /&gt;And all I've tried to hide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s eating me apart&lt;br /&gt;Trace this life out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll keep you my dirty little secret&lt;br /&gt;(Dirty little secret)&lt;br /&gt;Don't tell anyone or you'll be just another regret&lt;br /&gt;(Just another regret)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll keep you my dirty little secret&lt;br /&gt;(Dirty little secret)&lt;br /&gt;Don't tell anyone or you'll be just another regret&lt;br /&gt;(Just another regret, hope that you can keep it)&lt;br /&gt;My dirty little secret&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dirty little secret&lt;br /&gt;Dirty little secret&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who has to know?&lt;br /&gt;who has to know?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26852614-115616193343194491?l=wahap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wahap.blogspot.com/feeds/115616193343194491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26852614&amp;postID=115616193343194491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26852614/posts/default/115616193343194491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26852614/posts/default/115616193343194491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wahap.blogspot.com/2006/08/so-slack-today.html' title='so slack today! =]'/><author><name>Bryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07178228369113839396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26852614.post-115608128596468078</id><published>2006-08-20T21:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-20T21:41:25.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'>3rd post</title><content type='html'>mann... maaaadness... 3rd post for the day.  probably the last too.. ahaha... go read the 1st 2 first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll probably redo the 1st post? nah.  i'll add on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PTL prac. huh.  fun.  but was alittle sad tat we not playing always and forever. but ah... what the heck...  a little scary ah... suddenly Judith going deadly serious and saying: "can you stop being so childish?!".  wahh... tell u... whole band diam man... apparently a certain 2 people were a tad too insensitive... bleah.  so scary...  ooooooo... jk... jk..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well.  had a good exercise today. ahahaha... well.  swam 30 laps freestyle. ahahaha.. well.  how did i do that?  simple.  sounds hard?  30 laps of freestyle?  ahahaha... not really leh... its really simple... i got high... simple as tat... nooo... i didnt take drugs.  i did something better.  went to sauna, got by heart pumping more blood, the adrenaline rush... tats how i did it.. yea.  works for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and some ppl out there thinking im aneoxic.  please. no... im not stupid lol. dun worry bout it. i know wat im doing. tat is if u worry tat is. ahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well.  blog tomorrow! ahaha...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26852614-115608128596468078?l=wahap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wahap.blogspot.com/feeds/115608128596468078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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