<?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-38351722</id><updated>2011-09-06T17:34:36.431+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the liquid vintage</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theliquidvintage-.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38351722/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theliquidvintage-.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>KEVIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15570511733801461429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>87</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38351722.post-9144715465820797090</id><published>2008-01-27T01:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-27T01:31:57.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back Alive</title><content type='html'>back from the hell hole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i aint saying that its all that bad. especially when u have friends around to bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how can anyone run away from the bitching culture?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;especially when its in the army. there's sure to be lots of "wayang" people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. all these bastards...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cant really blog much about the army, its classified info.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, it does make it sounds as if we are training to become top secret agents. bullshit, again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;going back to the hell hole on mon. o wells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodbye females, hellos bastards.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38351722-9144715465820797090?l=theliquidvintage-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theliquidvintage-.blogspot.com/feeds/9144715465820797090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38351722&amp;postID=9144715465820797090' title='0 Comments'/><link 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time to serve our glorious nation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wont be online so flood my tagboard as you wish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38351722-2398276891016679388?l=theliquidvintage-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theliquidvintage-.blogspot.com/feeds/2398276891016679388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38351722&amp;postID=2398276891016679388' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38351722/posts/default/2398276891016679388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38351722/posts/default/2398276891016679388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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couldnt remember wad i did on xmas day itself. then went to germaine house warming on one of the days and got of a taste of ny people. then went to esplanade for countdown and was grinded by all kinds of ppl from banglahs to filipinos and china men, all except hot chicks. (opps) i went sentosa twice i think. thats wad i did, just slot in aimless wandering around town with friends and plenty of watching telly and playing com. plus eating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LG (life's good). not really...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;come to think of it, i wondered how i survived with so little money. especially with our adult ezlink cards charging us grossly amt of money as compared to us abusing the 55cents bus fare as before. i really miss my bus concession days. sighs. and those with cards that are still charging student fare are pure CHEAPOS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9th of jan. the call of duty. time to serve the nation and also the time to shave botak after growing my crop ever so perfectly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o ya, its tomorrow. and im nowhere near being fit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;laterrrr..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38351722-585680900577844291?l=theliquidvintage-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theliquidvintage-.blogspot.com/feeds/585680900577844291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38351722&amp;postID=585680900577844291' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38351722/posts/default/585680900577844291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38351722/posts/default/585680900577844291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theliquidvintage-.blogspot.com/2008/01/glorious-histories.html' title='Glorious Histories'/><author><name>KEVIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15570511733801461429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-38351722.post-2401534085470755074</id><published>2007-12-17T22:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-17T23:06:14.699+08:00</updated><title type='text'>YouTiao.com</title><content type='html'>finally something of my own. time for a chng of blogskin. too bad i suck in html, if not this current blog skin will b long gone. i come in peace, to blog, to bitch, and to comment..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to geylang to have some toujiang youtiao. took the bus to somewhere near geylang road and had to walk through the "happening" lorongs. much of the streets was lined with prostitutes. mostly frm our motherland. customers are oso frm the motherland. blangahs too. most of the hookers are in their forties. so u can expect wrinkes. surprisingly most are pretty voluptous. even if they arent that blessed. they wld try to squeeze something out frm nothing. anyway, we jus had to cut throught these lorongs to get to the shop. at geylang road, its more or less as crowded as orchard road, just that its at geylang (duh). obviously we saw many business transactions taking place. thats besides the pt. the tau huay is not bad, jus that the youtiao is pretty oily. on the way back to our busstop, we went past this hotel. its called Darlene hotel. ironic as it sounds there are herds of hookers at the lobby lined up. its really a sight to behold, never in my life have i seen so many gathered together. too bad i din stop to have a picture taken with one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to haji lane, all the artsy fartsy stuff over there. and we got asked to leave a shop cos the owner think that we are messing up the shop as they have some people coming over to take fotos of the shop in 1 hr. goodness, god knows y he need to take so long to tidy up a shop which is smaller than a classroom. mayb he has spasms once every 2 mins which last for a min. so he mite spend 20 mins in his spasms. he look bloody familiar. have u watch alvin and the chipmunks? he look exactly like a wrinkled chipmunk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a few more wks to enlistment. i hope they have wrinkled chipmunks for target practice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38351722-2401534085470755074?l=theliquidvintage-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theliquidvintage-.blogspot.com/feeds/2401534085470755074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38351722&amp;postID=2401534085470755074' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38351722/posts/default/2401534085470755074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38351722/posts/default/2401534085470755074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theliquidvintage-.blogspot.com/2007/12/youtiaocom.html' title='YouTiao.com'/><author><name>KEVIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15570511733801461429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-38351722.post-4821595377509648544</id><published>2007-12-15T00:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-15T01:01:27.454+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;hello.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;lately, things haven't been going on well. a few problems surfaced. putting everything on rocks. but under everything... we will still be there for each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;enlistment in Jan 9th. less than a month away...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;time is running out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;update on my life. back from taiwan. everyday is packed. out eating eating, lan, spending my money. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;swam yesterday... and the sun was good. totally sunburnt. and noe wad? im obsessed over getting tan. haha! my glasses can camouflage with my face now. (tt shows how burnt my face is)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;roasted chicken.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;played badminton with my loved ones today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;kena thrashed by rachel! haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;soccer tmr... the sun would probably continue to burn my skin... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;and after all tt, i can finally go to little india with ease.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;haji-ing with py tmr! &lt;3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;happy birthday to py's sister!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;blogging on behalf on pinky. super lazy. want to blog also lazy to blog. whr to find such a guy... tell me. so lazy until almost extinction. such rare species. too bad, he's already taken.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;XOXO, py.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38351722-4821595377509648544?l=theliquidvintage-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theliquidvintage-.blogspot.com/feeds/4821595377509648544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38351722&amp;postID=4821595377509648544' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38351722/posts/default/4821595377509648544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38351722/posts/default/4821595377509648544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theliquidvintage-.blogspot.com/2007/12/hello.html' title=''/><author><name>KEVIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15570511733801461429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-38351722.post-1503083468661632845</id><published>2007-12-02T20:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-02T20:49:02.819+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Taiwan</title><content type='html'>Greetings! im blogging from taiwan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;be back in 4 days!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;going out with jolin tse now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see ya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;py!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38351722-1503083468661632845?l=theliquidvintage-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theliquidvintage-.blogspot.com/feeds/1503083468661632845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38351722&amp;postID=1503083468661632845' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38351722/posts/default/1503083468661632845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38351722/posts/default/1503083468661632845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theliquidvintage-.blogspot.com/2007/12/taiwan.html' title='Taiwan'/><author><name>KEVIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15570511733801461429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-38351722.post-6939482926287806314</id><published>2007-11-24T23:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-24T23:48:50.797+08:00</updated><title type='text'>English Swee Swee</title><content type='html'>back by popular demand. not sure about the popular part though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thought its after a's i still cant find the time to blog. blowing my money away and coming home late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there seems lots to do. time really its not much of a concern but money is. poor people always are concerned about it. yeah me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went lan, shop, sentosa, shop, pool, shop, movies, shop. thats all. there is still lots more to do. the first is to get a full body tan except... you know. don wan it to be fried. goreng pisang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went pool today. the person in charge said this into the PA system, " children no come in."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i found myself on the floor, laughing. good gracious me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ipod classic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm a money blower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that sounds a lil sick. pardon me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38351722-6939482926287806314?l=theliquidvintage-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theliquidvintage-.blogspot.com/feeds/6939482926287806314/comments/default' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38351722.post-370310475944671790</id><published>2007-11-18T11:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-18T11:18:59.307+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Food For Thought</title><content type='html'>This morning i saw a Blangadeshi cleaner supervising a Chinese national on washing the common corridors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indians are on the rise...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38351722-370310475944671790?l=theliquidvintage-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theliquidvintage-.blogspot.com/feeds/370310475944671790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38351722&amp;postID=370310475944671790' title='0 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the last post before alevels&lt;br /&gt;and i'll be too lazy to blog after that&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38351722-6780688344245588080?l=theliquidvintage-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theliquidvintage-.blogspot.com/feeds/6780688344245588080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38351722&amp;postID=6780688344245588080' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38351722/posts/default/6780688344245588080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38351722/posts/default/6780688344245588080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theliquidvintage-.blogspot.com/2007/10/grace.html' title='GRACE'/><author><name>KEVIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15570511733801461429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-38351722.post-7538524844761351863</id><published>2007-10-01T16:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-02T17:28:46.548+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Children's Day</title><content type='html'>1st oct today. was having a high time waking people up at the school canteen in the morning before morning assembly. wake me up when sept ends. stupid greenday have to come up with this song. children's day today. brought me back memories of pri school days collecting cheapskate presents which were like precious to us back in the days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how i hope i can conveniently give myself a holiday on children's day. no, i have to go back school to collet results. and by far, none of them look good at all. a level is just round the corner. (i jus freak myself out typing the previous sentence) the reality of it jus jumped out right at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reason behind not bloggin is that nobdy is reading my blog and there nothing much to blog about. or should i say, not wanting people to know. i dont want to blog about everyday life which is studying (not saying how much :P). nor do i want to blog abt my lovey dovey-ness to my other half and how we enjoyed each other presence. cos i think tat this memories should be etched and marked in our hearts rather than to publicised to much disgust and revolt by the readers. mutual understanding and obligation is still highly empowering and influential rather than to express through words. its pretty bias overlook of this issue. still, thats wad i think and i dont invite any comments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"we rule the world with our secret codes and messages."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;study with first 3 months people. its pretty inviting. yeah, gossips and interrogation one way or another sure come to me. anyway, they said i changed, you know who said tat. I DEMAND A CLEAR AND CONCISE EXPLANATION PLUS ELABORATION!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;germaine tan yin lin, tay shuenlin, i'll be watching you... WATCH OUT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mayb gona blog some fotos later... stay tuned.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38351722-7538524844761351863?l=theliquidvintage-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theliquidvintage-.blogspot.com/feeds/7538524844761351863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38351722&amp;postID=7538524844761351863' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38351722/posts/default/7538524844761351863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38351722/posts/default/7538524844761351863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theliquidvintage-.blogspot.com/2007/10/childrens-day.html' title='Children&apos;s Day'/><author><name>KEVIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15570511733801461429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-38351722.post-4716061302078743235</id><published>2007-09-13T22:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-13T22:53:19.138+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Potato Peeler</title><content type='html'>i'm getting fair. haven been out in the sun for god knows when. im losing my tan even fasting than before. must be my ah ma swap my bathing lotion with neutrogena whitening lotion. i have a few sample bottles at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;half way thru prelims. im quite confident that the teachers out there are having their kicks for screwing us up for prelims. ass pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;recieved a call from mindef asking me to sent them my napfa results slip with the school stamp. the person on the phone was yaking about having need to serve 9 wks without my napfa results. went to look for hod for the results. it turns out that he wasnt in charge of it. before redirecting me to another teacher, he was telling me that he was pretty certain that they are selecting me for commandos. he sounded pretty sure and was telling me that they need the official results on black and white for another round of checkups and confirmation. greatttt. imagine me in commandos. i think i will cry every night for the torture they put me thru. hope im not selected. on the other hand, y wld they ask me to fax down the document out of so many people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fingers crossed. i dont even have the built for it. im so small.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, have you heard the new britney spears song- gimme more. it is said to propell her back to fame with that song. i heard it. it sounded like what couples shout when they are in the bedroom. she also had a perfomance at the recent VMA. i seen the pics, the fats are overflowing. apparently she went partying after that. paparazzi caught her not wearing panties agn. guess sme people are pretty absent minded or its jus burning down there for her...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wonder y m i still online, my paper is next tues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ciaos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stop riding dirty. (riding dirty is a song btw, check it out)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;muttonish&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38351722-4716061302078743235?l=theliquidvintage-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theliquidvintage-.blogspot.com/feeds/4716061302078743235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38351722&amp;postID=4716061302078743235' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38351722/posts/default/4716061302078743235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38351722/posts/default/4716061302078743235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theliquidvintage-.blogspot.com/2007/09/potato-peeler.html' title='Potato Peeler'/><author><name>KEVIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15570511733801461429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-38351722.post-6873676658472215995</id><published>2007-09-08T14:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-08T14:07:54.038+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Killer On The Loose!</title><content type='html'>Some of the female race are really mankillers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its so easy to fall under her spell.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38351722-6873676658472215995?l=theliquidvintage-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38351722.post-1359188954944102129</id><published>2007-09-07T00:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-07T00:13:43.227+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1 Month</title><content type='html'>These velvet walls can’t hold my soul in&lt;br /&gt;I’m plug in to the wall&lt;br /&gt;Hearing her prayers&lt;br /&gt;I know it when my heart tingles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just tell me baby&lt;br /&gt;What’s your story?&lt;br /&gt;I won the race but lost my mine to her&lt;br /&gt;She has the perfect bloodline&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The right time to answer her call&lt;br /&gt;Love knocked at my door&lt;br /&gt;I answered with anticipation&lt;br /&gt;I dreamt of untold pleasures&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The exchange of my soul&lt;br /&gt;Just to be glad to be in her arms&lt;br /&gt;Passion burns through memories&lt;br /&gt;The remedy still lies deep within her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Men don’t cry&lt;br /&gt;They bleed&lt;br /&gt;Bleed for those they are destined to have with&lt;br /&gt;Her&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38351722-1359188954944102129?l=theliquidvintage-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theliquidvintage-.blogspot.com/feeds/1359188954944102129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38351722&amp;postID=1359188954944102129' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38351722/posts/default/1359188954944102129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38351722/posts/default/1359188954944102129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theliquidvintage-.blogspot.com/2007/09/1-month.html' title='1 Month'/><author><name>KEVIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15570511733801461429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-38351722.post-1642189128656747511</id><published>2007-09-02T23:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-02T23:22:09.825+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My 2 Halves</title><content type='html'>the reason behind not bloggin is just that my life is too boring or its just too inconvenient to say. my blog stats is going down. who would want to read a blog that says exactly wad they did for the whole day. speaking of which, i have a few examples in my mind. i shant say, so as to save my ass. if i were to blog like some ppl it will be like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wake up&lt;br /&gt;eat&lt;br /&gt;study&lt;br /&gt;stone&lt;br /&gt;study&lt;br /&gt;dig nose&lt;br /&gt;pee&lt;br /&gt;eat lunch&lt;br /&gt;study&lt;br /&gt;stone&lt;br /&gt;watch tv&lt;br /&gt;dinner&lt;br /&gt;study&lt;br /&gt;wank&lt;br /&gt;sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its kind of controversial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, its kind of boring to go online nowadays cos there nothing to do. fyi, i dont surf porn. so its kind of mudane to do go online, snoop around people's blog then go offline.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not really gona update that often. srry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kam sian...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38351722-1642189128656747511?l=theliquidvintage-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theliquidvintage-.blogspot.com/feeds/1642189128656747511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38351722&amp;postID=1642189128656747511' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38351722/posts/default/1642189128656747511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38351722/posts/default/1642189128656747511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theliquidvintage-.blogspot.com/2007/09/my-2-halves.html' title='My 2 Halves'/><author><name>KEVIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15570511733801461429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-38351722.post-9170172043089884765</id><published>2007-08-30T16:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-30T16:33:47.934+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Milk?</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/c3qI3Y3p-SI"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/c3qI3Y3p-SI" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;la la lalala. cool remix.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gp is kind of screwed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;come back during the weekends to see more...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38351722-9170172043089884765?l=theliquidvintage-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theliquidvintage-.blogspot.com/feeds/9170172043089884765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38351722&amp;postID=9170172043089884765' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38351722/posts/default/9170172043089884765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38351722/posts/default/9170172043089884765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theliquidvintage-.blogspot.com/2007/08/milk.html' title='Milk?'/><author><name>KEVIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15570511733801461429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-38351722.post-5453593048307807234</id><published>2007-08-24T22:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-24T23:38:27.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Adventures Of Ping And Pong</title><content type='html'>finally the week has passed. i jus realised tat i survived it. more like half dead. everyday ends about 5 plus 6. where will we find the energy to study on. massive ponning lessons plus school this few days. i have a feeling that next week will have even more people ponning. maybe i should go chop date first...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a lighter note, there is bloody lot of pretty girls in j1. i've got a feeling im going to get whacked up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was at my house busstop the other day, i saw a middle age guy who is sitting beside me damn fidgety. i wonder what was he so nervous about. he was holding a fone on his hand and some video was loading. being kapo, i continued to observe. when the video loaded. i only saw skin color and curly hair. as the video played on and zoomed out. omfg. the guy was watching porn in broad day light at my house busstop where there is lots of human traffic. no wonder he was so nervous. i didnt look on, not as if i m interested in this cheap thrills, but wadde hell was he thinking. i guess it must be really a thrill for him to watch porn at a crowded place. imagine his bus come and he has to hide his stiffie and then run up the bus. imagine squeezing up a crowded bus with his stiffie, bumping into everyone. shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there is some video we are suppose to make for 30 secs. imagine peeling our lips for 30 secs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want a light-saber and a darth vader helmet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;prelims is next week. exciting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my milkshake bring out all the girls to the yard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i prolly update soon. over the nxt 2 days? im busy can...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wads after the letter 'o' ?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38351722-5453593048307807234?l=theliquidvintage-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theliquidvintage-.blogspot.com/feeds/5453593048307807234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38351722&amp;postID=5453593048307807234' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38351722/posts/default/5453593048307807234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38351722/posts/default/5453593048307807234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theliquidvintage-.blogspot.com/2007/08/adventures-of-ping-and-pong.html' title='Adventures Of Ping And Pong'/><author><name>KEVIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15570511733801461429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-38351722.post-141998641399059600</id><published>2007-08-21T17:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-21T17:45:52.578+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pinoy/Pinay. Whatever It Is...</title><content type='html'>a boring week ahead. i wonder how i survived last week. got home early. apparently everyone wanted to go home early today. caught flu. mus be some ass passing it around in class. i got a feeling is a bastard. our teacher asked us whether we are eating vitamin c. i only listen to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, a short write up how wasted my life. watched fireworks on sat and had some birthday celebration on sun. i did study so as not to feel guilty. horror man. the birthday at fish and co. kena interogated by my friends like evey 10 mins. plenty of gossips and stupid speclations. honestly i have enough of fish and co. sick of their fish and fries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy birdday. hope you get laid. see the link?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i have stalker or an insider. shuenlin knows wad i did for the weekend and have to msg me to tell me that she will contine to bug me till i tell her the truth. ok, wad truth? haven i always been truthful?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was listening to rivermaya songs. ive gota admit that their songs are not that bad. you jus gota look past their english that some of our maids dubbed. the other day we were discussing about pinoy rock. then there was all this bullshit about filipino having better voicebox so that they sing better than other asian people. if their voice so good, might as well ask all the filipinos maid to sing for a living. they can form a massive choir in singapore. pinoy rock. the name is just funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing more to type. prelims is coming. cant wait. exciting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;255.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pressure sia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm lucky to have you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38351722-141998641399059600?l=theliquidvintage-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theliquidvintage-.blogspot.com/feeds/141998641399059600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38351722&amp;postID=141998641399059600' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38351722/posts/default/141998641399059600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38351722/posts/default/141998641399059600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theliquidvintage-.blogspot.com/2007/08/pinoypinay-whatever-it-is.html' title='Pinoy/Pinay. Whatever It Is...'/><author><name>KEVIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15570511733801461429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-38351722.post-2743032628207133557</id><published>2007-08-19T23:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-19T23:28:08.585+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Sure</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ci5J5fth2u8"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ci5J5fth2u8" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rivermaya- Balisong&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your face lights up the sky on the highway.&lt;br /&gt;Someday, you'll share your world with me someday.&lt;br /&gt;You mesmerize me with diamond eyes;&lt;br /&gt;I try to fool myself to think I'll be alright.&lt;br /&gt;But I am losing all control -&lt;br /&gt;My mind, my heart, my body and my soul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never in my life have I been more sure,&lt;br /&gt;So come on up to me and close the door.&lt;br /&gt;Nobody's made me feel this way before;&lt;br /&gt;You're everything I wanted and more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To speak or not to; where to begin.&lt;br /&gt;Your great dilemmas I'm finding myself in.&lt;br /&gt;For all I know you only see me as a friend.&lt;br /&gt;I try to tell myself wake up fool; this fairy tale's got to end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never in my life have I been more sure,&lt;br /&gt;So come on up to me and close the door.&lt;br /&gt;Nobody's made me feel this way before;&lt;br /&gt;You're everything I wanted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're everything I wanted.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38351722-2743032628207133557?l=theliquidvintage-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theliquidvintage-.blogspot.com/feeds/2743032628207133557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38351722&amp;postID=2743032628207133557' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38351722/posts/default/2743032628207133557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38351722/posts/default/2743032628207133557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theliquidvintage-.blogspot.com/2007/08/im-sure.html' title='I&apos;m Sure'/><author><name>KEVIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15570511733801461429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-38351722.post-2743533908724133182</id><published>2007-08-11T18:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T20:37:05.175+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Said Oh No</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gtYe0XBkWoM/Rr3Z3xzF10I/AAAAAAAAAC0/O-3sB5-e-fA/s1600-h/DSC01575.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097469905536931650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gtYe0XBkWoM/Rr3Z3xzF10I/AAAAAAAAAC0/O-3sB5-e-fA/s320/DSC01575.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gtYe0XBkWoM/Rr3YKxzF1wI/AAAAAAAAACU/KWv55WE0r00/s1600-h/DSC01602.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097468032931190530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="261" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gtYe0XBkWoM/Rr3YKxzF1wI/AAAAAAAAACU/KWv55WE0r00/s320/DSC01602.JPG" width="340" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;my new found friends&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gtYe0XBkWoM/Rr3YExzF1vI/AAAAAAAAACM/uG4Fd7bzZGo/s1600-h/DSC01599.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097467929851975410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="264" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gtYe0XBkWoM/Rr3YExzF1vI/AAAAAAAAACM/uG4Fd7bzZGo/s320/DSC01599.JPG" width="341" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;copy!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gtYe0XBkWoM/Rr3XzhzF1uI/AAAAAAAAACE/K9R87csZN4I/s1600-h/DSC01600.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097467633499231970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gtYe0XBkWoM/Rr3XzhzF1uI/AAAAAAAAACE/K9R87csZN4I/s320/DSC01600.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;oui, you dropped your phone&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gtYe0XBkWoM/Rr3XahzF1sI/AAAAAAAAAB0/wyl68F_v49k/s1600-h/DSC01572.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097467204002502338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gtYe0XBkWoM/Rr3XahzF1sI/AAAAAAAAAB0/wyl68F_v49k/s320/DSC01572.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;in front of my hotel&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(the pics are blur. my fone cheap-skate)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i blogged i think 2 days back but my com was screwed up and didnt allow me to post. shant talk about the really past events. btw my com keep sending wierd stuff to my msn contacts so please don accept them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;went to clarke quay yesterday. FOD! (go figure) made me wear my shirt when the weather is so hot. ok, i look wierd in it. pink shirt leh, dont play play. wore it jus to complemet her. anyway walked the whole of clarke quay cos it was too early. then we settled down at Manhattan Fish Market to have dinner. not those kind of wet market obviously (mountain tortoise). we sat outside at teh "balcony". the view was good, ro-man-tic leh... its kind of similar to fish and co. i wld say that Manhattan is so much nicer than fish and co. we ordered the seafood platter and the garlice rice is much tastier than fish and co. their speciality- flamming prawns, its really owning. it has some cheese like thing on top and the waiter uses a touch to melt it. it is sweet by the way. the pan was freaking heavy, not that im weak or wad. i just din wan to show off. went to boat quay after sitting there for 2 hours. damn lot of ang moh. went to take pictures with the bronze statues. she kept whining about wanting to take fotos. show off leh. in the end we walked all the way to esplanade to take bus home. fyi, she was wearing heels all the way. kena blisters in the end. all in the name of vainty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stayed home today to study. din do much though. zz monster keep attacking me. mon is near. gosh, i dread school. ok, who doesnt?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gota go watch tv. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;ciaos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;ps: please keep your comments to your self ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38351722-2743533908724133182?l=theliquidvintage-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theliquidvintage-.blogspot.com/feeds/2743533908724133182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38351722&amp;postID=2743533908724133182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38351722/posts/default/2743533908724133182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38351722/posts/default/2743533908724133182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theliquidvintage-.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-said-oh-no.html' title='I Said Oh No'/><author><name>KEVIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15570511733801461429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gtYe0XBkWoM/Rr3Z3xzF10I/AAAAAAAAAC0/O-3sB5-e-fA/s72-c/DSC01575.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38351722.post-4377726276997950718</id><published>2007-08-05T22:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T20:37:05.231+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby, I'm Yours</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gtYe0XBkWoM/RrXkhBzF1pI/AAAAAAAAABc/oxR_-lMU8bg/s1600-h/DSC00313.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095229809509127826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gtYe0XBkWoM/RrXkhBzF1pI/AAAAAAAAABc/oxR_-lMU8bg/s320/DSC00313.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;its a keychain given me by my friends. the word "bitch" is inscribed on it fyi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;time to at least keep some life on my blog. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i ended up playing a lil vball after school. 15 mins only perhaps. we were spiking all over. i rmb zhongming's blog saying he can spike with piack piack sound. in the end i was the only who did it. haha. really, he turned into sme vball fanatic. some of is much better off watching then playing. i'm talking abt myself. ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ok went to cleanse my soul at ecp on sat. i studied in the morning and mid afternoon, so that i will nt feel so guilty. ended up blading, with bloody lot of people speeding past us. lao kui. anyway. i say a shooting star if my eyes still worked. on the way back i saw 3 blangas hugging one another on one of the benches. my eyes din lie to me. i did turn on my night vision. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;din sleep much last nite. was too happy to sleep. i exaggerated a lil.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;we can wear home clothes nxt tues. not on wed. wth. we've gotta wear half u to school on national day celebration. wad are they thinking man? econs lect till 8. i want to catch the guy who wanked during lect to the previous female lecturer. come to think of it. tmr is some male lecturer. doubt he will turn up. unless he is bi. ( i din wan to mention teacher's name. some teacher is known for searching for they own name on blog search) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Baby, I'm yours &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I'll be yours until the stars fall from the sky,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yours until the rivers all run dry&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;In other words, until I die&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Baby, I'm yours&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I'll be yours until the sun no longer shines,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yours until the poets run out of rhyme&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;In other words, until the end of time&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm gonna stay right here by your side,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Do my best to keep you satisfied&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nothin' in the world can drive me away&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Cause every day, you'll hear me say&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Baby, I'm yours&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I'll be yours until two and two is three,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yours until the mountains crumble to the sea&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;In other words, until eternity"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Arctic Monkeys- Baby, I'm Yours&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i cant stop smiling man.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38351722-4377726276997950718?l=theliquidvintage-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theliquidvintage-.blogspot.com/feeds/4377726276997950718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38351722&amp;postID=4377726276997950718' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38351722/posts/default/4377726276997950718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38351722/posts/default/4377726276997950718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theliquidvintage-.blogspot.com/2007/08/baby-im-yours.html' title='Baby, I&apos;m Yours'/><author><name>KEVIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15570511733801461429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gtYe0XBkWoM/RrXkhBzF1pI/AAAAAAAAABc/oxR_-lMU8bg/s72-c/DSC00313.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38351722.post-1895882462041254726</id><published>2007-08-01T22:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-01T22:24:57.479+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Salty Watermelon Juice</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/EqtF2xfOOtk"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/EqtF2xfOOtk" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mark Ronson Ft Lilly Allen- Oh My God&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mark ronson is some remix guy. o, btw the original song is by Kaiser Chiefs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;didnt go school today cos i was running a fever. my pillow almost caught fire. practically slept through the whole day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to j8 to acc a random soul to buy present. she gave a large cup of watermelon juice. its salty in fact. supposedly to cool the body. very sweet leh. i mean the watermelon juice. ok, you too, sweet aight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tmr long day agn. fri the same thing. i need to exercise man. the tan's fading off. goodness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: if you think im talking about you, den it shall be you. trust yourself ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;laterrrr.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' 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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-38351722.post-6848557366305980784</id><published>2007-07-30T22:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-30T22:58:52.299+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Certain Romance</title><content type='html'>i just shaved. didnt shave for 2 weeks. somebody said HER armpit hair grow faster than my facial hair. ok, sucks to be you. hah. imagine bunches of female armpit hair. i can. i'll try not to swear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its mon and i m alrdy tired. the school thinks tat ending school late will force us to study even longer. 12 hrs in school cant do much help except making sleep very tempting. you be thinking of the bed instead of your homework. i dont even think you will even have enough energy to even play with your willy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talking about sleep. i dont even need to take sleeping pills to fall asleep. i have a better and more cost efficient way. let me just share. i will take out my geog notes and sit somewhere comfortable. 5 to 10 mins later, i'll be dozing off even though i tried hard not to. my geog teacher even better. her lesson haven start, some of us are feeling the sleepiness creeping in. her voice is like lullaby. mayb she does record her own voice and listen to it when she cant sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;past events. went out to billy bombers on sat. i was still hungry after the meal. sorry, puberty. had tution as per normal on sat. had been taking lots of bus rides recently. i would prefer bus rides anytime to mrt. yes, there are obvious incentives to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im already expecting my fone bill this month to be massively high. msg too much people. or talk to much to some people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn those maids who wants to be sexy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jaded. when will this stop and become the birth of a new begining? . im paranoid. though i know everything about you is sincere. or is it? im starting to doubt my own self. or is it jus infactuation that cloud my judgements. then what are you thinking? is it the same way? what if its not? the fear of history repeatin itself forces me to think think the extemes. should i or should i not? if so, how? then, would you accept? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im scared and doubtful. show me some signs. yes, you know who...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"The best you ever had&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Is just a memory and those dreams&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Weren't as daft as they seem&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Not as daft as they seem&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My love when you dream them up&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh, where did you go?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Where did you go?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Where did you go?"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fluorescent Adolescent-Arctic Monkeys&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck off, &lt;em&gt;please?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38351722-6848557366305980784?l=theliquidvintage-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theliquidvintage-.blogspot.com/feeds/6848557366305980784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38351722&amp;postID=6848557366305980784' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38351722/posts/default/6848557366305980784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38351722/posts/default/6848557366305980784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theliquidvintage-.blogspot.com/2007/07/certain-romance.html' title='A Certain Romance'/><author><name>KEVIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15570511733801461429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-38351722.post-7125613031416275443</id><published>2007-07-27T22:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-27T23:28:02.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'>High And Dry</title><content type='html'>finally i'm 18. thanks to all of ur blessings, presents and bitch slaps. now, im able to surf porn without feeling guilty. by the way, evrybdy is like giving my wallet. the reason i dont like having is tat sitting on the wallet will jus flatten my ass. its alrdy lacking in meat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;results really suck. school is boring. friends are getting lamer. probably due to global warming. no link though. but i feel like saying it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im going mental.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lots happened. just that i didnt blog. happening life, except for school. im getting more paranoid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now im stuck. what do i feel like saying next?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why do ppl even view my friendster? no updates, no nth. sme ppl added me when i dont know them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really lost the momentum in bloggin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somebody wan this to be written down: peiyu rocks rocks rocks. and she's talking to me now.&lt;br /&gt;people with basic english and a hamster's sized brain would immediately know the first part is a absoulte claim. let's nt be mean, give her some credit then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you rock! limestone or granite?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm expecting gratitude, peiyu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm wondering why do i have lame friends like myself. birds with the same feather flock together, when they do, there'll be lots of shit. massive lots of cold jokes. global warming remember? you do the linkage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please intro me to more rock bands. i have to resort to listening to kylie minogue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gosh. i feeling WEIRD. at least i got the spelling the rite way, didnt spell weird my weird way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somebody going to treat me dinner tmr. cfn cmi one lor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where is this beautiful girl?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38351722-7125613031416275443?l=theliquidvintage-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theliquidvintage-.blogspot.com/feeds/7125613031416275443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38351722&amp;postID=7125613031416275443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38351722/posts/default/7125613031416275443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38351722/posts/default/7125613031416275443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theliquidvintage-.blogspot.com/2007/07/high-and-dry.html' title='High And Dry'/><author><name>KEVIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15570511733801461429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-38351722.post-12724181940156625</id><published>2007-07-15T22:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T20:37:05.647+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Heavily Lovestoned</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087444874410119266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gtYe0XBkWoM/Rpo8KKmY0GI/AAAAAAAAABU/0xLDP_mZ_Nc/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;finally got to excercise on sat played soccer with my sec school friends till i got sunburnt. i was practically darker on my right side than on my left side. didnt have much energy to play. was smoking too much. yes, smoking too much through my exams. ok, nt funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nelson foo something something. thanks you lots for reading my blog. i know you are my loyal fan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to meet up with rach to study at esplanade library. there was plenty of pretty girls to see. some were really exotic, some were just trying too hard to look good. anyway, somebody pangsehed. by the way rachel was damn fascinated by the sound of cannons. in the end 2 of us went to marina square to hunt for presents. all the rachel was complaining about all the ailments she has. old already. was having carl's jr when shuenlin called. she called and asked me y i cut my hair and told me that my hair is damn ugly now. o, she made my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went for tution today and end up walking orchard. boon bought himself shoes. he's a happy kid now. btw, outside lucky plaza, there is one whole line of maids sitting a long the road. nxt week i shall take a foto for all to view. amazing. they were lined up sitting there for almost a stretch of 50m. no kidding. i think if all the maids were to be deported back, no. of ppl in spore will like drop by half. walking along orchard, i cant even make a comment about them, they are jus everywhere. literally every seatable area. you cant even make any comment in any language or dialect. some of them might be fluent in one of those languages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to bugis to get boon shoe cos orchard doesnt have stock. peiyu tried out some sunglasses along the way. those big big kind. when she wear the glasses, the bridge didnt rest on her nose. the glasses rested on her cheeks instead. we were luffin damn hard. luckily too many ppl and v little space. if not i wld have roll on the floor liao. i sweared if she was to prance around, a crowd would form. become a busker. her nose too small, cheeks too big. lameness + retardedness=______. (you should know)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhoo, went hme after tat. i was drinking water on the train and peiyu have to hit the bottle off my hand. luckily the bottle was almost empty. it hit another guy. kudos man, i was freaking embrassed. peiyu said sorry damn lot of times. made it even more irritating. luckily i m such a nice guy, didnt got pissed. she sweared not to do that agn. lets see. ( i think cmi)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got my eyes fixed on a bag. still duno whether to buy. 90 bucks. burn a hole in my lifesavings if i were to buy it. gosh, dilemna. duno whether to buy, duno what color to choose, duno whether does it llok good on me... i might as well buy all the bag in the series.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NS checkup on thurs. cant wait. cant wait for the doctors to check and fiddle with me. i scared i cant help it and say this to the doc: " doc, are you done playing and looking at my willy? i knw yours is inferior. dont be jealous." i suddenly tot of boon. i think the doc would say:" wooo, your willy have personality, its kind of bend. you must be proud of yourself."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm still contemplating on whether i should give a vivid description of my ordeal/adventure or not to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sianified/siansations. one more week of school to endure. returning of results. oh my, gona be screwed and get screwed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Those flashing lights come from everywhere &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The way they hit her I just stop and stare &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;She's got me love stoned &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I think I'm love stoned &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;She's got me love stoned &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I think that she knows &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Think that she knows, oh, oh &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And now I walk around without a care &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;She's got me hooked &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It just ain't fair, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;but I'm love stoned and I could swear &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;That she knows &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Think that she knows, oh, oh"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Justin Timberlake- Lovestoned&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&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;laterrr&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38351722-12724181940156625?l=theliquidvintage-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theliquidvintage-.blogspot.com/feeds/12724181940156625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38351722&amp;postID=12724181940156625' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38351722/posts/default/12724181940156625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38351722/posts/default/12724181940156625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theliquidvintage-.blogspot.com/2007/07/heavily-lovestoned.html' title='Heavily Lovestoned'/><author><name>KEVIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15570511733801461429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gtYe0XBkWoM/Rpo8KKmY0GI/AAAAAAAAABU/0xLDP_mZ_Nc/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38351722.post-102440337914059038</id><published>2007-07-10T17:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T20:37:05.815+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Fallen Comrades</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gtYe0XBkWoM/RpNazjGpkrI/AAAAAAAAABM/0YCVMsJtoSo/s1600-h/DSC01366.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085508245874381490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gtYe0XBkWoM/RpNazjGpkrI/AAAAAAAAABM/0YCVMsJtoSo/s320/DSC01366.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;a min of silence please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lets pay our respects to my hair which has been shaven off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;worst haircut ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my grandma say i look like a little ah boy. my sis says i look like 仔仔 (one of the ex F4 member).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;great. i look damn ugly now. nerdy in fact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, somebody couldnt help luffing and spreading the msg that my rooster hair is no more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;many girls will be damn dissapointed with my hairstyle. sorry to those who eyecandy me or what not. dont take it too hard and turn les.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i probably get freak out by my shadow or my reflection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hello, britney no more ur ec...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blahahah. . i'm featherline.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;featherline still sounds like a brand of sanitary pad to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38351722-102440337914059038?l=theliquidvintage-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theliquidvintage-.blogspot.com/feeds/102440337914059038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38351722&amp;postID=102440337914059038' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38351722/posts/default/102440337914059038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38351722/posts/default/102440337914059038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theliquidvintage-.blogspot.com/2007/07/blog-post.html' title='My Fallen Comrades'/><author><name>KEVIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15570511733801461429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gtYe0XBkWoM/RpNazjGpkrI/AAAAAAAAABM/0YCVMsJtoSo/s72-c/DSC01366.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38351722.post-5158172788352940904</id><published>2007-07-08T20:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-08T22:33:46.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Maria, Maria</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/fpfpON3IoeQ"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/fpfpON3IoeQ" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Justin Timberlake feat T.I- My Love&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(listen to the part after the rap. addictive)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went out yesterday after having a date with my grandma. den went out agn adn this time wlaked from orchard all the way to clarke quay. damn tired. obviously. thanks to coffee, it kept me awake till 3, happily supporting live earth and cursing at their boring songs at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had tuition tution today. heard that chi meng want to trasnfer over to our slot. Yo! We Welcome You Homie! had man date with boon, shopping around. i think boon had an overdose of sugar. see too much eyecandy i suppose. pls roll your eyes at this moment. thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, the main issue i wan to bring out tonite is the problem of filipino maids at orchard on sundays. the whole street is literally lined up with them sitting all around in groups. shouldnt they be home, washing clothes, doing dishes, cooking or looking after kids? we went to some fast food restaurant and saw a group of them there. there wasnt any more space and so we waited for 15, 20 mins bfore we could get a seat. all this time the group of them jus sat there even they have finish their food and refuses to move their asses. call that considerate? haven they learnt anything from the sir/ ma'am? whats worst is that they could be seen gathering in groups having "picnics" all along orchard road. seriously, wad the hell are they thinking? "picinic" at orchard road and not at the beach or park? guess they probably want some higher class place to picnic.  hilarious i mus say. looking at all of them dressed up to their best only on weekends is kind of interesting. their figure hugging clothes and walking hand in hand with a foreign boyfriend of the construction industry is pretty funny. lets jus say most of them are dressed up this way. wad were they thinking? not that their fashion sense is bad, i think is probably wanting to dress to show off and enjoy their fellow's countymen's presence. honestly there is nothing much to show off. wad i could see is their numerous spare tires, which i happily counted, and determine how well fed they are by their employers. believe me, its not a grand sight to behold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually i have nothing against their nationality or wadeva. its jus that they are ruining the image of orchard road. it isnt an offence going out to orchard. its jus that they should prolly spread out the vicinity of their picnic area. and not agglomerate at only orchard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me and boon were just talking about if we were to shout " MARIA, COME!" in to the sea of domestic workers, i think many of them will turn into our direction and say " YES SIR, I COMING!".... ok, if you dont understand, forget it. (STUPIDITY)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last nite was kind of infomation over load. i m kind of confused, puzzled, happy, skeptical, blah blah. i guess you should try to explain stuff slowly to me, mutually. till now, im trying to piece things together. thinking back, hah, its kind of funny. neh mind...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one step at a time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn, there is school tmr. back to all the lessons, lectures, getting back of results, friends's suaning and bullshit. o wells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;narbey, im having mood swings recently. i think my mesus coming. ok, not funnay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Ain't no other woman that could take your spot my..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If I wrote you a symphony&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just to say how much you mean to me (what would you do)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If I told you, you were beautiful&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Would you date me on the regular (tell me would you?)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Well baby, I've been around the world&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But I ain't seen myself another girl (like you)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;This ring here represents my heart&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But there's just one thing I need from you (say I do)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Because, I can see us holding hands&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Walking on the beach our toes in the sand&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can see us on the country side&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sitting on the grass laying side by side&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You can be my babyLet me make you my lady&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Girl you amaze meAint gotta do nothin crazy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;See all I want you to do is be&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My love (so don't give away)"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Justin Timberlake feat T.I- My Love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peace out...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38351722-5158172788352940904?l=theliquidvintage-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theliquidvintage-.blogspot.com/feeds/5158172788352940904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38351722&amp;postID=5158172788352940904' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38351722/posts/default/5158172788352940904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38351722/posts/default/5158172788352940904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theliquidvintage-.blogspot.com/2007/07/justin-timberlake-feat-t.html' title='Oh Maria, Maria'/><author><name>KEVIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15570511733801461429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-38351722.post-6795935037116565924</id><published>2007-07-06T22:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-06T22:24:11.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Shot You Down</title><content type='html'>exams are over. great now we'll lose all the momentum to study over the weekends and have to start all over agn. went to play vball after school. yes, its quite lonely. with zq, zm. obvious deprovemtn of skills. all become noobs. i think we all shouldnt become player, we should just be commentators.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somebody msg me telling me to enjoy vball wit the j1s. kinda of surprised considering the nature of the person. hah. ok, im glad for your concern :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the next best thing that happened. i was walking home from the busstop. i was some way walking along the void deck. 2 china girls walkied past me. one of them leaned over and said, shuai ge" to me. omfg. i was msging all the while so didnt get to look at their face all their time. i knew they were china girls cos they were talking loudly in their accent. long live mao!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gota go temple with my grandma tmr, even though im free-thinker. she said she wan to treat me eat KFC. how cute is that. i think thats the cheapest food she will ever eat, not counting home cooked food. tat's kind of extreme, bt you prolly get the idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;listening to lots of music now. audiophile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;live earth tmr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"honey bee, we should be through with this,&lt;br /&gt;your packaged eyes, your vicious lips&lt;br /&gt;You could be young, but you're out of touch&lt;br /&gt;If this loves been done, then what's your rush?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm a specialist in hope and I'm registered to vote &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why don't you come into my barrio &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;we'll see if we can float &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm a specialist in hope and I'm registered to vote &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why don't you come into my barrio &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;we'll see if you can float"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interpol- Specialist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;laterrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gota dance to the music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;hello eyecandy! agn...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38351722-6795935037116565924?l=theliquidvintage-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theliquidvintage-.blogspot.com/feeds/6795935037116565924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38351722&amp;postID=6795935037116565924' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38351722/posts/default/6795935037116565924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38351722/posts/default/6795935037116565924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theliquidvintage-.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-shot-you-down.html' title='I Shot You Down'/><author><name>KEVIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15570511733801461429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-38351722.post-7559909082855558798</id><published>2007-07-04T22:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-04T22:52:23.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Before The Robots</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1OjTspCqvk8"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1OjTspCqvk8" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The White Stripes- Icky Thump&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kind of a wierd band. listen a few more times, it eats into you. female drummers are cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had geog and econs today. 3 hrs of geog and 2.25 hrs of econs. massive load of writing. both oso cmi. after that, went to watch transformers. 2 words to say abt the movie- fking good. i can watch it over and over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;megan fox is bloody hot. check out her FHM pics. o-m-g.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last paper on fri. physics mcq for 1hr. total dumbness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn shagged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;laterrrr. gota have some kevin's fun time... (you shld understand if you've watched transformers)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38351722-7559909082855558798?l=theliquidvintage-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theliquidvintage-.blogspot.com/feeds/7559909082855558798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38351722&amp;postID=7559909082855558798' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38351722/posts/default/7559909082855558798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38351722/posts/default/7559909082855558798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theliquidvintage-.blogspot.com/2007/07/white-stripes-icky-thump-kind-of-wierd.html' title='Before The Robots'/><author><name>KEVIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15570511733801461429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-38351722.post-1033497924630072484</id><published>2007-06-30T23:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-30T23:59:35.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Featherline</title><content type='html'>nth interesting happened this week. unless you consider studying an interesting thing. come to think of it, it gets interesting when you realise that you still have lots of stuff that you have not studied. studying at home is kind of torturous cos i'll be sitting at the same chair for hours. at first i b sitting on my ass then i will start to sit on 1 side and then rotate to another side. as you know, my ass isnt that perky with lots of cushion and bounce. so in the end, i will stop studying when my ass is pain and not when im tired. noo, wait, i think its both ass pain and tired, then i will stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i realised that if you let your fringe droop in front of you (for guys only) it will make you feel lethagic. the other day i wore a hairband and study, it was pretty fruitful. the trick is to have some tension like pulling back your hair or smth to make you feel more energized. tie up a bunch of your hair if you can or want to. ppl with curly hair... im sorry that you cant tie your hair. dont blame me, blame your parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went out to study yesterday and today. let's talk about today. i decided to join boon and peeps to study at the last min cos they din ask me to. they assumed smth else. went to esplanade library cafe and studied. then went to eat bfore going to national library to study. omg, its damn good to study there. super good ambience and the place set ur mood to study. another reason is that there isnt much distractions (e.g pretty girls) there are plenty of china scholars (@#$%) and nerdy people or just acting to be. studied till 9 and then cab down to orchard to people watch and to shop. boon's suggestion. i mean who doesnt know shops close arnd that time. kuku brain. anyway walked from orchard to somerset. m kind of tired now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 more papers to go. stress sia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm turning into an audiophile. more like slave to the audio... (audioslave). nt funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tuition tmr. and hq's joining. so many sr ppl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which is better starbucks or coffeebean or me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i put up a song. chilling sia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lets all take the chill pill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"The perfect words never crossed my mind,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;'cause there was nothing in there but &lt;strong&gt;YOU&lt;/strong&gt;..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Snow Patrol- Signal Fire&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need you...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38351722-1033497924630072484?l=theliquidvintage-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theliquidvintage-.blogspot.com/feeds/1033497924630072484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38351722&amp;postID=1033497924630072484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38351722/posts/default/1033497924630072484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38351722/posts/default/1033497924630072484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theliquidvintage-.blogspot.com/2007/06/featherline_30.html' title='Featherline'/><author><name>KEVIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15570511733801461429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-38351722.post-7200150385493435967</id><published>2007-06-22T22:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-22T22:18:47.414+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stardee Arh? Sian Bo</title><content type='html'>went outside NY to pass smth to germ. XM, ur shirt is with germs, please check for maggots and germs (lame) bfore you wear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to py hse to study. py, pk... i think "p" is the in thing for names right now. anyhoo, finally said the secret which i only believe half of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, there is nth btw us. why cant an orang utan hang out with a chimpanzee. both are monkeys wad. people think too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got sell brain juice at NTUC?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 more days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate countdowns, nt even new year day countdown. unless its my birthday countdown where i get my presents liao then start whinning abt being a year older.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im starting to have panic attacks. i'm hyperventilating and i have the intro of eminem's lose yourself playing in me head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;great, this prove i'm nt in the correct state of mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last 2 days and i cant study at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;god of mugging, help us. help me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;amen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have fun people. ciaos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38351722-7200150385493435967?l=theliquidvintage-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theliquidvintage-.blogspot.com/feeds/7200150385493435967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38351722&amp;postID=7200150385493435967' title='34 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38351722/posts/default/7200150385493435967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38351722/posts/default/7200150385493435967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theliquidvintage-.blogspot.com/2007/06/stardee-arh-sian-bo.html' title='Stardee Arh? Sian Bo'/><author><name>KEVIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15570511733801461429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>34</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38351722.post-8920765929891863345</id><published>2007-06-21T22:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T20:37:06.167+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Donut Girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gtYe0XBkWoM/RnqLd2x_wiI/AAAAAAAAABE/Y3fKVgMiDDo/s1600-h/DSC01117.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078524874851336738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gtYe0XBkWoM/RnqLd2x_wiI/AAAAAAAAABE/Y3fKVgMiDDo/s320/DSC01117.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; see, i got big eyes WoRzXzXzX&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gtYe0XBkWoM/RnqK-mx_whI/AAAAAAAAAA8/nV3EGMN8f-8/s1600-h/DSC01116.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078524337980424722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gtYe0XBkWoM/RnqK-mx_whI/AAAAAAAAAA8/nV3EGMN8f-8/s320/DSC01116.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (look what studying has done to some of us. poor girl.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;as requested by many. its time to update blog. mid years is freaking near. not 1 or 2 metre but 3 days! giving me the jitters man. ok, now i'm stuck. i duno wad to type next. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;let's see. i stayed home on mon. went out on tues to cathay to study caught F4. not much of a surprise to me. i was expecting more from the surfer in silver. i stayed home on wed. and then went out to study today. anyway, some little boy puke directly outside the glass panel at mac when we were having lunch. so much for "lovin' it". first few hours were productive bfore we strayed onto gossips of eyecandy and vball guys and girls. hah. i knew a lot of insider info from the girls' sides. guys, if you are desperate to know what the girls think of you, ask from me. (prices varies with length of info and my mood)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;*py, i'm going to find out the secret...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i've been listening damn lot of radio nowadays. almost 24/7.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;somebody called me a radio freak.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i think its more like radiohead. (btw, if you are a noob, radiohead is a band.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;cant crap anymore out of myself. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i kek-sai liao.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;laterrrrrrr.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(there's some problem with the spacings. screw blogger.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38351722-8920765929891863345?l=theliquidvintage-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theliquidvintage-.blogspot.com/feeds/8920765929891863345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38351722&amp;postID=8920765929891863345' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38351722/posts/default/8920765929891863345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38351722/posts/default/8920765929891863345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theliquidvintage-.blogspot.com/2007/06/donut-girl.html' title='Donut Girl'/><author><name>KEVIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15570511733801461429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gtYe0XBkWoM/RnqLd2x_wiI/AAAAAAAAABE/Y3fKVgMiDDo/s72-c/DSC01117.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38351722.post-9096690233029710979</id><published>2007-06-20T23:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-20T23:36:00.367+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lim PK</title><content type='html'>to all the buggers out there, who are  bugging me to update. limpei shall update tmr regardless whether u song or nt song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hang in there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"live STRONG. Let's hold on together..."&lt;br /&gt;(WTF?! are we like dying? or is there some sort of at world's end thingy?)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38351722-9096690233029710979?l=theliquidvintage-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theliquidvintage-.blogspot.com/feeds/9096690233029710979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38351722&amp;postID=9096690233029710979' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38351722/posts/default/9096690233029710979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38351722/posts/default/9096690233029710979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theliquidvintage-.blogspot.com/2007/06/lim-pk.html' title='Lim PK'/><author><name>KEVIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15570511733801461429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-38351722.post-452624640172474712</id><published>2007-06-16T22:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-16T23:18:58.164+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ass Face</title><content type='html'>studying at home is such a pain. there is practically no place that is conducive to study. zero. i tried every corner of the house today, even the toilet. honestly, i almost fell asleep in there. there is how comfortable it is. 8 days left. damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to toa payoh to study. in the end couldnt concentrate much cos its kind of noisy. the people sitting around us are either ah bengs or people of another race talking damn loudly in their own language. pissed me off. then it really made me lose the mood to study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that went with some kid to ecp to cycle. (notice i used the word KID and not some animal) tried drifting on the bike (oooooooooooohhhhh) but the brakes are worn out, so couldnt do much damage to the roads. cycled half way before it rain and saw a rainbow then we continued to cycle on towards the country club and beyond. that kid have to cycle off the pavement and fall while trying to turn back to look at me. god knows what she's thinking. what worst is that i was cycling right behind her. she flew off her bike like skydiving. and i ram into her ass. (DONT THINK ABT THE WRONG STUFF) her ass cushioned my bike so i didnt fall. poor thing, she grazed her knee and spoiled her havianas. have to walk barefoot all the way to PP jus to let her have my sandals. stubborn little kid. she took half and hour to buy another pair of slippers. kudos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i heard that havianas slippers cost 5 dollars to make in brazil. and they sell it for a freaking ex price in singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that kid have to suan me in her blog. watch out. next time bring you to kiddy palace and shop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tution tmr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my goodness. 1 more week and a day left. seems a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm stuck. i duno how to end this post. HECK LA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;muggerations (WTF?!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38351722-452624640172474712?l=theliquidvintage-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theliquidvintage-.blogspot.com/feeds/452624640172474712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38351722&amp;postID=452624640172474712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38351722/posts/default/452624640172474712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38351722/posts/default/452624640172474712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theliquidvintage-.blogspot.com/2007/06/ass-face.html' title='Ass Face'/><author><name>KEVIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15570511733801461429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-38351722.post-1349067912123696179</id><published>2007-06-14T17:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T20:37:06.347+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm The King</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gtYe0XBkWoM/RnEN_mx_wgI/AAAAAAAAAA0/m7UDizHLwfw/s1600-h/DSC01031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075853641416425986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="280" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gtYe0XBkWoM/RnEN_mx_wgI/AAAAAAAAAA0/m7UDizHLwfw/s320/DSC01031.JPG" width="409" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;i think they missed out the fullstop after the "clean". go figure. by the way, only immature people would wrote that. do you get high and proud of yourself after writing that? god knows what do people have inside their skull.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;had been really studying for the past few days when i wasnt sleeping, eating, playing (or wanking) it was total stress trying to study geog especially when the amount of notes you have just turns you off. i'm in the midst of studying econs. maths, hah, i'm just disgusted by it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;went to study at sgoon garden macs on tues. pretty nice place to study. i was practically flipping thru my notes cos i have most of the stuff in my head already. another half of the time was spend talking. sharing "life stories". after that head to orchard to burn time and to accompany &lt;em&gt;somebody&lt;/em&gt; before her tuition. &lt;em&gt;somebody &lt;/em&gt;wanted to take neo-prints. i really couldnt see myself posing and all and have my photo taken. i'm not naturally cute (no comments please) but i have to give credit to the other person having absolutely adolescent features. its not bad to have it, its a priviledge to have it. make me think of rubbing that cheeky face to have luck instead of the stomach... played lan though. the place sucks, no CS but only half life. kind of dumb. after that strolled around aimlessly before heading for home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;went to study with keith today at bishan library. plenty of pretty girls. and after that ocean's 13. its a witty show. keith claims that he is a substitute for whoever whoever. ok, i agree. (just to make you happy) perfect substitute indeed. people out there dont be jealous. my heart is big, we can all share the love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;had to wait for his bus with him. that is equilvilent as sending him home. be honored my friend. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;for the entertainment part as some people requested and reflected on my tag board, i aint in the evil mood today. but i gota admit, i love zhong ming's blog. i dont really care about his life though. just about he being a sneaky bastard and all. together together la, dun need to hide and all. read his blog to find out more. its kind of pain in the ass when you try to figure who that SOMEONE is in his blog. just announce it la, brudder. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;sonafabitch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;enough said. i need exercise and the sun. ecp tmr, unless people pangseh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;STUDY PEOPLE. nerdy is the new pretty. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm ready for you, but are you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38351722-1349067912123696179?l=theliquidvintage-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theliquidvintage-.blogspot.com/feeds/1349067912123696179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38351722&amp;postID=1349067912123696179' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38351722/posts/default/1349067912123696179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38351722/posts/default/1349067912123696179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theliquidvintage-.blogspot.com/2007/06/im-king.html' title='I&apos;m The King'/><author><name>KEVIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15570511733801461429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gtYe0XBkWoM/RnEN_mx_wgI/AAAAAAAAAA0/m7UDizHLwfw/s72-c/DSC01031.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38351722.post-5682311534211740096</id><published>2007-06-10T16:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-10T16:18:20.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hair-Shearing</title><content type='html'>went to cut my hair today. trimmed the grass of my head. the hairdresser is kind of a gayish man. i caught him twirling my hair. i was half asleep at that moment. i sure dint get high over it but i think he get the kick out of it. may be he will scoop up all the hair that he cut off my head and smell. eeww. fetish for hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dont ask how my hair look like now. you should know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;played soccer in the morning yesterday. after abscence from the sun for damn long. i was sun burnt (duh) my face like apple la. rosy and all. some people thought i applied blusher. kudos to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to orchard to buy boon's present. damn hard to shop for guys stuff. either its too ex, too ugly, too cheap, doesnt suit him or its just too girly. in the end we anyhow buy. damn lot of people at orchard which gave me a huge headache. especially people who massively overdresses like a walking christmas tree. like a sore thumb sticking out in the crowd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;brought some kid to watch shrek 3. damn funny. bt i was damn fidgety cos my tail bones giving me problems. the baby shrek looked like the kid that i brought along. freaking funny cos of the high similarity. cute la, ok?! luckily nt that awkward after all, considering never talk much face to face and started talking only recently. the face and age really contradicts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;going for boon's birthday later on. steamboat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate last min pangseh-ers. bloody hell. give better reasons la, narbey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;updating later. please come back again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm going to wear my birthday suit. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38351722-5682311534211740096?l=theliquidvintage-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theliquidvintage-.blogspot.com/feeds/5682311534211740096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38351722&amp;postID=5682311534211740096' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38351722/posts/default/5682311534211740096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38351722/posts/default/5682311534211740096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theliquidvintage-.blogspot.com/2007/06/hair-shearing.html' title='Hair-Shearing'/><author><name>KEVIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15570511733801461429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-38351722.post-2934420459092077741</id><published>2007-06-08T13:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T20:37:06.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OMG</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gtYe0XBkWoM/RmjwmWx_wfI/AAAAAAAAAAs/L1xmkMKo4VI/s1600-h/spidey+n+me.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073569521973838322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="352" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gtYe0XBkWoM/RmjwmWx_wfI/AAAAAAAAAAs/L1xmkMKo4VI/s320/spidey+n+me.bmp" width="295" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;spiderman is studying in SR! i was peeing when he suddenly pop by. told me nt to tell anybody his identity. we chatted for a while bfore leaving. anyway i censored his face to protect his identity. (courtesy of MS words and Paint.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sucks to be him. having to wear the skin-tight suit all day long and risk getting testicular cancer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i admit i'm bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zzz. siansations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;laterrr.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38351722-2934420459092077741?l=theliquidvintage-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theliquidvintage-.blogspot.com/feeds/2934420459092077741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38351722&amp;postID=2934420459092077741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38351722/posts/default/2934420459092077741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38351722/posts/default/2934420459092077741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theliquidvintage-.blogspot.com/2007/06/omg.html' title='OMG'/><author><name>KEVIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15570511733801461429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gtYe0XBkWoM/RmjwmWx_wfI/AAAAAAAAAAs/L1xmkMKo4VI/s72-c/spidey+n+me.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38351722.post-4410066191838393266</id><published>2007-06-07T21:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-07T22:02:47.695+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4xMiJ3LEqgE"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4xMiJ3LEqgE" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Keane- Somewhere Only We know&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the lead singer is damn chubby. looks like somebody...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, GSS is on. and i still at home mugging. my money is really rotting away, collecting dust and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know wad i need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;retail therapy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, desperately.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38351722-4410066191838393266?l=theliquidvintage-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theliquidvintage-.blogspot.com/feeds/4410066191838393266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38351722&amp;postID=4410066191838393266' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38351722/posts/default/4410066191838393266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38351722/posts/default/4410066191838393266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theliquidvintage-.blogspot.com/2007/06/keane-somewhere-only-we-know-lead.html' title=''/><author><name>KEVIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15570511733801461429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-38351722.post-7797676799258720410</id><published>2007-06-06T16:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T20:37:06.855+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Its Rated G</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gtYe0XBkWoM/RmZ6Hmx_weI/AAAAAAAAAAk/OlRlV2HPGX0/s1600-h/DSC00990.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072876301367362018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 431px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 324px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="286" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gtYe0XBkWoM/RmZ6Hmx_weI/AAAAAAAAAAk/OlRlV2HPGX0/s320/DSC00990.JPG" width="378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;went to the GALA PREMIER of Legeng Of The Sea. watched it in the GV Max at vivocity. the really big one. GV Max. yes, max for maximizer. that's the threatre for the vips. saw a lot of beautiful people, celebs (one whole row of them), lots of kids. jj lin and the other 2 main character was there too. JJ is kind of small sized FYI. they have quite a number of security guard along with them. i shant be mean and comment abt the show. its rated G. its for kids. i'm proud of my cousin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i was massively messaging somebody that day till my fingers were numb. pro, finally found my match. i'll be watching you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;had geog for 2.5 hrs, even though its for 3 hrs supposedly. we were tasked to do the full paper. we died halfway. i admit, i never could sit still for more than 2 hr. my small cute ass cant tahan that long. luckily our teacher saw the humor out of it and let us off early. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;saw somebody doing some preimary school eye exercises in the library. our whole table was looking at her. i rmb those days that we were forced to do these exercises so as to make ourselves more alert. in the end, evryone turned out to be sleepier. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;lots of electrico music to listen. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;some ppl are just freaking bastards. try to be the star of the show. we just keep quiet cos we know how petty you are. please do something about your face and hair. ya, especially your face, many dont really like seeing it. either that or they see these words scribbled on your face " hi! i'm a small-eyed fucker" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;get a life. plus get yourself TRUE friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;who are you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i kind of need you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;no, wait, i WANT you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;laterrr.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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and complains. not forgetting the failed attempts at flirting. i wouldnt get into the specifics of the camp. if you want you can go to zhong min's blog, as usual, to check out activities of the camp. pls pardon the crude language and humorous injections of vulgarities. i've read it, its damn funny. cockster indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after dinner on the first day, i went out to kovan with zq to get bread for breakfast. we went to the shop that teacher had recommended. upon reaching and assessed the situation, we went to the sales girl, china girl to be exact and asked for 26 packets of bread. each pasket containing 4. i guess she had the shock of her life. anyway, we finally cleared the stocks of the whole stall and almost that of another shop. first time in my life i realised tha bread was freaking heavy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we went back school and was starting on the next activity which is the treasure hunt. i was sitting there innocently before that ... grp of girls attacked with flour. they din not throw it at me, they was practically smearing it over my face and hair. wad i was most worried was especially my hair and handphone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next during the treasure hunt, me and zq were suppose to take water bombs and hunt people down. revenge is a funny thing (ocean's 13) once i go to the vball court, kena ganged. the water bomb is truly pathetic. it wouldnt burst when you throw it at people, it just bounces off and bursts when it touches the ground. so i suffered mutiple injuries and especially the head cos some girl threw it at my head and refuses to burst. after the treasure hunt. the j2s went into the thai water festival where we flooded the canteen was flooded with water. i din not bring my shampoo along, if not i could have bath when everybody is throwing water at each other. the rest of the night was r&amp;amp;r. which we spent walking around the school lying at wierd areas. one place that i damn nice to sleep at: the podium at the flagpole. i slept ther for 1/2 hour before somebody's awful singing woke me. we ordered mac though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somebody complained the next morning that it was damn noisy that night in school and disturbed the residents. indeed the residents were utterly vigilant about the things going on at school. it not the first time they complain about minute stuff. i think the only time that we made a lot of noises when we were walking behind the LTs during some "night walk" when we were bored to the brink. they complained when we walk along the corridor talking kind of loud for less than 30 secs? i think they make good security guards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;coach is damn funny, when the j2 guys was playing match, i was slacking at the benches when coached joined me. he was telling me how he would choke slam the j1s if they dont listen to him and how he would pin them to the ground with their arms being twisted onto the ground (he demostreated on me though) he's kind of lame, telling me all these thrown in with a few narbehs. i wonder wad goes on in his mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, my handphone is sticky and has flour in it. when i plug in my earphones, the phone cannot read it. luckily the phone was able to read the charger. thanks girls (you know who) great, now i have to get it serviced if i cant suck out all the flour with my mouth. great great great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's all for now. i'm still damn tired. gota study though. siansations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"At first when I see you cry&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It makes me smile&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yeah it makes me smile&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;At worst I feel bad for a while&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But then I just smile&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I go ahead and smile"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lily Allen- Smile&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm naughty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;signing off with love,&lt;br /&gt;kevin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(wtf m i thinking?)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38351722-6360432065699013565?l=theliquidvintage-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theliquidvintage-.blogspot.com/feeds/6360432065699013565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38351722&amp;postID=6360432065699013565' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38351722/posts/default/6360432065699013565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38351722/posts/default/6360432065699013565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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width="404" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i love this ad. fed ex makes wonderful ad. i cant deny it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;my sis fish passed away today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;a moment of silence please.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm starting to miss it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38351722-4431913192449157233?l=theliquidvintage-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theliquidvintage-.blogspot.com/feeds/4431913192449157233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38351722&amp;postID=4431913192449157233' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38351722.post-1525230014084761113</id><published>2007-05-27T21:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-27T22:43:52.538+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Goo Nei Hoon</title><content type='html'>goo nei hoon is milk powder in hokkien. hokkien is a kind of cool language where all the bengs use. i'm a hokkien. i love hokkien mee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;did completely nothing over the weekends. burnt the entire day standing at the window, watching tv, playing the com. i m feeling damn emo now. damn guilty for not studying. anyway, i really love my neighbourhood. there is all kind of people living here, from the freaking hot ones to those damn wierd ones. there is one hot tall girl whose father has damn lot of tattoo and carry a crumpler bag; there is some black guy with a chinese wife (nt navin); some mao zedong ppl; a japanese family; plenty of awful karaoke singing family; a couple foreplaying without turning off their lights; some chee ko peh without wearing his shirt and plenty others handsome kids like me. what i like to tell the world today is the old ah pek and the foreplaying couple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there is an man, in his fifties. i think, always loitering my part of the neighbourhood. i always catch him sitting at the chairs at the void deck with his shirt off. anyway, he like to stare at people. his eyes will just stick at you until you go out of sight. i was kind of pissed when he diao. i never did confront him, even though i wish i did. if i were to confront him, i plan to get navin to scold him in hokkien. how cool is that, indian talking hokkien. what is worst is when some girl walk past him. i could imagine him staring at her body parts and after she walks off, he immediately whip out his willy and start to play with it. anyway, i saw him peeing at a drain along a common walk way. i wonder did his brain dissolve into pee and he pee-ed it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my block is facing another shorter block. so i can easily look into the rooms at an angle. and that room which i have direct view of stays a recently married couple. so one night, i saw that particular couple doing some wierd stuff in their room. i realise it was foreplay after staring intently for damn long. it involves the usual if you want to know, grabbing, kissing, poking, stabbing, blah blah. by then, i was already bored. when i returned, they already off their lights but left their tv on. so i guessed they move on to their main dish. pretty obscene experience i might say for a boy like me. but this year they added curtains on. quite wasted. dang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;voyuerism. without the sexual feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;told you my neighbourhood is interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o ya. i was watching TV1 (some malaysian channel) and i was watching some of their locally produced serials where there was one team playing volleyball against another. guess wad, one of the team was wearing some green stipped long sleeve playing. firstly, who would wear long sleeve to play vball? o wells, you cant blame them, cos they are... and the show is from... so its... anyway, i kind of like the idea of staying in a kampong near the sea in malaysia. we can climb coconut trees everyday and play with rubber seeds. that was sacarstic if you dont know wad i mean. nvm. the whole railway line (nt MRT, the choo choo train kind) in singapore that connects m'sia to spore is own by malaysia, so the stretch of land the track is on is owned by m'sia. mdm kok pek har told us that. she was saying how unresonable they are. hah. now you know. just some random facts. please dont start some petition or demostrations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;someone please tell me to study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mayb i can start a collage of all the people that asked me to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm thats kind of cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;send me ur pic if you want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lameness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;someone said this: the orang utan is a much better parent than ashton kutcher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let you go figure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ciaosss&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38351722-1525230014084761113?l=theliquidvintage-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theliquidvintage-.blogspot.com/feeds/1525230014084761113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38351722&amp;postID=1525230014084761113' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38351722/posts/default/1525230014084761113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Better Than Ezra- Juicy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sexy video.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38351722-1112363971131222263?l=theliquidvintage-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theliquidvintage-.blogspot.com/feeds/1112363971131222263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38351722&amp;postID=1112363971131222263' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38351722/posts/default/1112363971131222263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38351722/posts/default/1112363971131222263'/><link rel='alternate' 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was kinda of numb. my pinky gets numb easily, may be i should get some sort of finger caps made of wool and wear it for exams. it wouldnt be that cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after gp went out to coffeeshop to have some indian food with my indian friend. decided to go watch spiderman eventhough it was kind of late to do so. 2 of us went, both guys. kind of gay but no choice. ok, its damn gay. the nearest timing we could catch the movie was a lido. going to town with another guy. from an all boy school, i wouldnt have any reservations going out with another guy. that doesnt mean i m gay, even though i have gay friends. anyway, i realised that my mom's birthday is also on that day itself. therefore i have to go get some present of some sort for my mom. even more legend, 2 guys going to buy present. after that, we purposely drag time to go into the cinema so that we can go in when the lights are already off so that no one can see us clearly. some bloody ang moh took our seats, when we asked them to check their seat no, they insisted that it is at the other end. bloody hell, being gracious students we decided to jus go to sit at some empty seats. by the way, there wasnt any leg room. zero. once u put ur foot down, there is no space to move ur legs. if u cross ur legs, ur shoe will probably hit the head of the person in front. mayb thats why the fat ang moh dont want to move, its just that they cant move. anyway, there were plenty of infants in the theatre, screaming at times. i also gotten a narration from one of the kids. the movie was damn draggy. boredom. not that good i suppose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;without any offical vball training, i have lost my tan already, kind of some white chicken. anyway, luckily there are one or two enthu ones to go help with the j1s. i think the girls will only benefit. not the guys. after nationals, everyone started to heck about the cca. its kind of funny. the blog is kind of like a joke. it was started before our nationals and immediately abandoned after that. o wells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm tired from not doing anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shall update later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this post is kind of dumb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dumb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what type of bell is dumb?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry, its nt funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some people make me sick.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38351722-5064514051956121477?l=theliquidvintage-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theliquidvintage-.blogspot.com/feeds/5064514051956121477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38351722&amp;postID=5064514051956121477' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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clearly know the answer. whoever the person is, please stay out of my business, my life. are you imbecile? if not stop asking this kind of questions. do me a favor. go screw the door knob and please use superclue as lubricant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good riddance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hello my new found friend!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38351722-8723530608360893328?l=theliquidvintage-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theliquidvintage-.blogspot.com/feeds/8723530608360893328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38351722&amp;postID=8723530608360893328' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XEBEI DU LAN, SIA LAN AND LAN LAN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WAH BUEY LUN LIAO.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38351722-6214096168236589288?l=theliquidvintage-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theliquidvintage-.blogspot.com/feeds/6214096168236589288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38351722&amp;postID=6214096168236589288' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38351722/posts/default/6214096168236589288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38351722/posts/default/6214096168236589288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theliquidvintage-.blogspot.com/2007/05/l.html' 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cousin made this new movie. i am advertising it here since he paid me an undisclosed amount of money. blah. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;for more information-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gv.com.sg/Booking/movies/moviedetails_2424.htm"&gt;http://www.gv.com.sg/Booking/movies/moviedetails_2424.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;PLEASE SUPPORT!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;my cousin happens to be the director.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;there is JJ lin and Jin Sha too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i m going to starr in his next movie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;talks are still ongoing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;for more info, talk to my manager.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gtYe0XBkWoM/RkmFjF2EFiI/AAAAAAAAAAU/RnzTDKZsDyk/s72-c/details_legendsea.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38351722.post-7283458917292210000</id><published>2007-05-13T22:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-13T22:44:12.471+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Mutton's Day</title><content type='html'>mother's day is today, my family didnt celebrate it at all. not that i dont love my mum and all. its just that when i woke up, my mom was already yelling and scolded my sis. i kind of miss out the action in the begining. so even if we wanted to celebrate it, my mom will just start scolding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was sitting there at the table with my headphones on and i realise how my mom scolded my sis was kind of hilarious. she wld diao at my sis then lashed out a couple of blabberish. after one wave she would walk away, then 3 seconds later she would walk back and scold the second wave. and this repeats for alost the entire day. i really admire her stamina. i think my mom got her stamina from scolding me in my early days of existence till today, even after i passed my baton to my sis. pms queen. my sis is oso a chip of the old block. another bitcher. non-stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stayed home for 2 the weekend. wanted to be a kuai boy for a change. my grandma has gone for a holiday. now i have nobody to crap to. o, there still my pillow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how can people sleep with their underwear on? wouldnt you feel uptight and stuffy with all those restraints?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, 2 days not goin out measn 2 days not scolding anything vulgar at home.its kind of hard not pointing the middle finger at home. there is so many instances and where i desperately have to point it. usually people would point it when other people's back are turned or go to the bathroom and scold whatever you want or gestured in anyway you want with the mute button on of course. i have realised the significance of the middle finger since my early existence. its a powerfull tool, an international favorite. i haven heard of a place where pointing the middle finger means smth positive. however its magnitude and scale have slowly been diminished due to overusage in our society where hatered is rampant. everyone is pointing it as and when one wishes. one would ask another whether he has taken his dinner, the reply would be curt and straight forward- talk to my middle finger. the ultimate would be pointing it at someone for no reason but for the fun of it. try pointing to somebody in iraq, you have something pointed at you instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a case study: the evolution of the middle finger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love is in the air&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Mother's Day to all _____ out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let's boycott underwear.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38351722-7283458917292210000?l=theliquidvintage-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theliquidvintage-.blogspot.com/feeds/7283458917292210000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38351722&amp;postID=7283458917292210000' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38351722/posts/default/7283458917292210000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38351722/posts/default/7283458917292210000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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people and also stop residents from scritinising every of our movement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had a sex talk on thurs. yes, the topic is interesting. but they make it a dialogue session, so we have our principal and our vp there having to anwser our questions. the questions asked was mostly about homosexuality. by the way, the guys and girls are separated into different LTs. i was expecting more of questions on the opposite sex. what we get was almost spending half the session on gayism. this make me conclude that indeed there are plenty of gays around in our cohort trying to push for their rights. questions asked was also mosty about "self satisfying". i think there are plenty of self obsessive people around. more over the teachers and the principal are the panel. how the hell would they know about gays. i should have sneak into the other LT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had sports day on fri. was the worst sports day ever. half the j2 wasnt around. no attendance was taken. should have pon. anyway, half the time was spent looking at girls. blah. then we chiong free milo. i should have taken a photo with the milo truck. i wonder anybody have hijack a milo truck. wasted about 2 hrs before had dinner at botak jones again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;girls are like sushi at sakae sushi. you are the one who paid for a buffet meal. you look at all the green, blue plates rolling past you. you had enough at them. then came the red plates. the red plates are the untouchables good to look at but you know you cant eat it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm wierd. i know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i realise that mr "yo, homie" is damn popular in school. everybody got something to say about him, be it about his coolness or his prominent features which i can say confidently is a sore thumb. anyway he has a large social circle. i doesnt have a love hate relationship with him. i really look forward with spending time to know him during camp. maybe ask him about how he keep himself so cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i m sick. not mentally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now there is no vball. kind of wierd on wed and fri where i have something to look forward to. its kind of abrupt end. by the time we are so bonded and strong, it all ends. there is training for the jc1 and we are encourage to go. but somethimes there isnt any motivation except those who have their secondary objectives. shant comment on those people. once i start i cant stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/RbzolUqB8Zw"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/RbzolUqB8Zw" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"...If you think of all the things that you feel&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;All the voices in your head that you hear&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's a mystery that we are all still holding on&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When all these people who will lead you down&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The back of the track&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;They're on your back&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;They will try and tear you apart&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But believe and you will see&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;That there's no reason to doubt&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Then you will find&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You can do much better than that..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Travis- Walking In the Sun&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cool mtv&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the boy with no name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jaded&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feeling fucked up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where is that damn girl?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;laterr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have to solve some personal issues ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38351722-6101657181145315289?l=theliquidvintage-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theliquidvintage-.blogspot.com/feeds/6101657181145315289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38351722&amp;postID=6101657181145315289' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38351722/posts/default/6101657181145315289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38351722/posts/default/6101657181145315289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theliquidvintage-.blogspot.com/2007/05/we-are-monkeys.html' title='We Are Monkeys'/><author><name>KEVIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15570511733801461429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-38351722.post-6718098050669768384</id><published>2007-05-06T21:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-06T22:32:19.825+08:00</updated><title type='text'>EVERYBODY IS TYPING IN CAPS</title><content type='html'>finally went out on this weekend to town. i soon realised that it is pretty much of a mistake to go shopping on a sat. if nt for my sis bdae present, i wldnt even go to orchard. seriously, going to orchard is to people watch. watch the pretty girls, shuai guys, or those of in between. what amuses me the most is how people dress up. some look like ronald macdonald with the boots and tapered pants, some girls might as well dont wear anything. when you go far east, thats the place where you can see a very clear divder between the races and how they dress. i m nt being racist by the way. i seen a few celebrities there too, mostly chio bu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when to had some turkish food. pretty interesting mix of flavours in the food but is generally sweet. o, there is turkish ice cream there by the way. those that have a turkish guy selling icecream (duh). for those who dont know, that seller doesnt use a typical scoop to  scoop the ice cream. he uses some sort of long metal rod to scoop. at the same time he will have some tricks like ji siaoing you and nt letting you take the cone, or when u take the cone, the ice cream will not be there. i wonder what if the buyer is not really amuse by the seller's antics and just stone at him. kind of doesnt give face aint it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway when my friends was buying the ice cream, a group of mayb sec 3 students (all act beng buay beng kinds) came and look. i happen to stand quite near them and heard their convo. one of them said this pretty loudly," narbei, if he ( the seller) du lan me hor, i, narbei, kok his head arh." so much for education and the use of vocab. kudos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to walk around aimlessly before deciding to play pool. as we were walking there. i kind of overhead a converstaion between 2 poly kids. its not that i eavesdrop, its just that they were telling everyone within 5 metres radius.  this was their convo in english mix with chinese:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even shorter guy: oi, you got go sing kbox anot?&lt;br /&gt;short guy: last time got, now don't have liao la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;even shorter guy: why leh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;short guy: aiya, i only sing english song, then their videos all fake one. then i cannot read their chinese wad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;even shorter guy: wah, i tot got hanyu pinyin? ( i was literally luffing out loud)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;short guy: hahahahaha, crazy. don't have la.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;even shorter guy: den i go kbox no use what, waste money.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;short guy: aiya, go in drink water la.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i really laughed out loud in front of them. omg. hanyu pinyin? i think they need to introduce it for those whose cant read chinese but can listen and speak chinese. bloody jokers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;talking about singing. my neighbour, one floor below, sang for 4 hours non-stop today. singing hokkien songs if i m nt wrong. its comparable to some of my classmates singing. worst than hilary duff singing. come to think of it, my neighbour's singing is about the same as q mo singing. its bad, its a no no, its pretty much end of the world. if not for their quite pretty daughter, i would have went down and murder the whole family. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i slacked the whole of today. zzz. siansations sia. i never do any homework lor, cockster. sad-ed man. i sleep the whole of today, but is still feel damn sleepy. zzz. tmr is start of a new week. damn sian. zzz. need to face all my teachers again.. sian. zzz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;its kind of bad attempt on following how other people write. he just owned me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;zhong ming is currently, openly, massively flirting on his blog with some other vball girl. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not much crap today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bt you're sexy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38351722-6718098050669768384?l=theliquidvintage-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theliquidvintage-.blogspot.com/feeds/6718098050669768384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38351722&amp;postID=6718098050669768384' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38351722/posts/default/6718098050669768384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38351722/posts/default/6718098050669768384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theliquidvintage-.blogspot.com/2007/05/everybody-is-typing-in-caps.html' title='EVERYBODY IS TYPING IN CAPS'/><author><name>KEVIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15570511733801461429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-38351722.post-891368642415813730</id><published>2007-05-03T22:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-03T23:10:57.211+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Got My Head Checked</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/000JsSXyl6M"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/000JsSXyl6M" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i realised that my life is kind of boring somehow. i m stuggling to think of what content to post, who to suan, who to condemn, blah blah blah. why do i say that? cos i chance upon people's blog where their first sentence was, " I ATE A CHOCOLATE BAR. YEAH! I M SO HAPPY!!!" ok, at this point i m damn jealous. seriously, they have intricate and complex minds. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;what will you do if someday your shoe started talking to you? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;no, seriously have you ever thought of it?  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38351722-891368642415813730?l=theliquidvintage-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theliquidvintage-.blogspot.com/feeds/891368642415813730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38351722&amp;postID=891368642415813730' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38351722/posts/default/891368642415813730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38351722/posts/default/891368642415813730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theliquidvintage-.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-got-my-head-checked.html' title='I Got My Head Checked'/><author><name>KEVIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15570511733801461429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-38351722.post-1410588505216607424</id><published>2007-04-29T00:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-29T00:31:01.181+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How Do You Spell Boring?</title><content type='html'>jus came back from the wedding dinner. damn boring, too much ambience, inconsiderate guest. pathetic emcee and most importantly, the food is just too little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn hungry now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pls leave ur actual name when you tag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;identify urself "anonyomous"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i m still trying to find out which idiot keep refeshing my blog page. i realli don believe there is so many page views per day. honestly i only expect single digits page views.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;too tired to entertain myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jacky wu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i jus realise i know a fat bhb girl that likes to flirt all the time. pukes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hellooo fucker.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38351722-1410588505216607424?l=theliquidvintage-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theliquidvintage-.blogspot.com/feeds/1410588505216607424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38351722&amp;postID=1410588505216607424' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38351722/posts/default/1410588505216607424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38351722/posts/default/1410588505216607424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theliquidvintage-.blogspot.com/2007/04/how-do-you-spell-boring.html' title='How Do You Spell Boring?'/><author><name>KEVIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15570511733801461429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-38351722.post-7889511856652962784</id><published>2007-04-27T21:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-27T22:40:32.788+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Paddle Pop</title><content type='html'>yo homie! ( he can just rot in hell. he has a massive jaw that juts out. collect rainwater when it rains arh? wad a sexy boy.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as the title suggest, paddlepop is really sinful. i had it for 2 days straight. colorful icecream that has butter caramel is just heavenly. i couldnt find any picture of the paddle pop icecream. for those who doesnt have or forgotten about your childhood, try to jolt ur own memory. its an ice cream on a stick with colorful colors as that of blue, red, yellow. its made in malaysia by the way, by Nestle. BOLEH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had training on wed before attending econs lecture at 6. (have to use wtf here) wtf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;played hci today. i agreed that we played much better. we should anyhow play from the start. o wells, rjc on mon. they better bring more people to cheer them, then we could have more people to laugh at after winning them, i hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this time, zhong ming's blog has limited info except the score and our team overall's performance. the rest of his post is really crap. i hope he doesnt read this, even though i really sincerely hope he does. i can sum up his post in 3 individual sentences:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. teachers was damn mean to me. i hate them.&lt;br /&gt;2. our team play so much better and we should be damn proud of ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;3. i played &lt;em&gt;QUITE&lt;/em&gt; well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( i m jus entertaining myself and a few honorable others, zhong ming. i wonder why do you hardly retaliate when we suan you. by the way, its all a joke if you haven realise. i m sorry if it does any harm to you. feel free to ask me to remove the above paragraph, if it makes you cry. let me tell you a secret, you blog is HIGHLY entertaining to me. my fave ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;side-tracking, i think if you want to scold a particular teacher or person refrain from using his/her/its name. a blog search can easily reveal who is bitching about any specific person. you never know what teachers like to do. they may just go to google blog search and type their name. come to think of it, its kinda of lame if teachers does that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway we came back school after our match. i mus really take off my hat to zhong ming and norman. when see our fellow vball girls, they first to chiong and tell them about how we play. hah. they really have their own tiny dreamland which they live in. which revolves around girls, that is for sure. might as well set up an altar for each of the girls that they like, worship them everyday. i shant say they are flirters... yeh right. we know it in our hearts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tmr is college day. all jc2 have to attend. o wells, we have to entertain ourselves again. shall sit there and smile to myself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have nth much to blog realli. its for the survival of a few readers. set up a fan club for me leh. the sex thing really spreads fast. i always laugh at them when i see them. i wonder what goes on in their minds. heard that they tryin to find out who knows about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cockster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. act beng buay beng.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;laterrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(pls refer back just in case i add in more breaking news into this post.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38351722-7889511856652962784?l=theliquidvintage-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theliquidvintage-.blogspot.com/feeds/7889511856652962784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38351722&amp;postID=7889511856652962784' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38351722/posts/default/7889511856652962784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38351722/posts/default/7889511856652962784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theliquidvintage-.blogspot.com/2007/04/paddle-pop.html' title='Paddle Pop'/><author><name>KEVIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15570511733801461429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-38351722.post-8321149464866413313</id><published>2007-04-23T22:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-23T22:36:48.654+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What's "Du Lan" in English?</title><content type='html'>nothing to say about today's match. a total dissapointment with myself and the team. seriously, its seems like we are not really as a team. its like as if we are playing individually for our own sake. yes, the team's moral is down but is there anything we can do about it? some people go for glory than to win the match as a whole. what stays in the court shall stays in the court. xebei du lan, narbei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ms jiang msged me: hey setter. cheer up k. we're only halfway thru. jiaoyou! :) -lao shi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do i look very depress after the match. o wells. its over anyway. we hav 2 more matches left. i think its freestyle time. hell yeh. confuse them with all our pattern and tyco-ness. by the way, the ball that we played our matches with are all them wet after a while. someone must be massively sweating their hands off. the ball is super heavy. literally the same as wetting the whole ball completely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the sex thing in school is really causing a stir in our class. lag time really long. if we see them walking together, maybe we should point at them and say racial harmony and then wink at them. straight away kena whack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let me recall. i didnt do much over the weekend except going for training and then going for lunch at botak jones. its really located at a pretty sucky place. some attempt to create some ambience bt i think it failed terribly. the foods good by the way. was too full after that. hah. the portion is super big. i think food wastage will be damn high. for me, i aint going there agn. sucky place. i mite as well go to the amk one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;arctic monkeys have new album. 23rd april. ok, thats today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am mostly toking crap. bt its still beats having wtf all over your blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let's start an all men bitching club. cool eh. we shall name oursleves The Bitching Men.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;told you its full of crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i m still wondering who reads my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTF&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38351722-8321149464866413313?l=theliquidvintage-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theliquidvintage-.blogspot.com/feeds/8321149464866413313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38351722&amp;postID=8321149464866413313' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38351722/posts/default/8321149464866413313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38351722/posts/default/8321149464866413313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theliquidvintage-.blogspot.com/2007/04/whats-du-lan-in-english.html' title='What&apos;s &quot;Du Lan&quot; in English?'/><author><name>KEVIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15570511733801461429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-38351722.post-5376491545048683706</id><published>2007-04-20T21:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-20T22:00:06.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thrust Me? (PG)</title><content type='html'>common test and nationals is suicide. have to study and to be nervous about our matches. we "trained" ny on thurs. almost caught up with them on the 2nd set. as usual, some people let the team down. dissapointinf. its lyk feeding them with free balls with whatever we sent over. other than a few of course. shant talk about common test. there's nothing to talk much about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by the way if you want the details of what we exactly did that day. you can read zhong ming blog. with his occasional ah bengs vulgarities thrown in with some "sophistication" in his post. kind of dumb to list what you do for the whole day. seriously, vballers like to bitch. regardless girls or guys, short or tall. i realise short pple can bitch damn well. we need some major revamp in the team if we want to start winning. though we are much more bonded than before, i think its still important to keep the moral. its all in the head. once you are noobed, you can go play with the wall. join volleyball to play beautiful and to win and not kick balls and say "yo" and act brudder with us. might as well play with your own, fresh proteins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to support the girls today, as usual, the 2 guys keep looking and looking. bio here and there. acting cool is one thing, acting cool and smiling to youself is another. thats what i call fantasing. we should check whether he has a stiffie ( it's erection, noobs.) people go watch to see how people can own us, some people go there see girls in swimming trunks. i admit its tempting to stare but looking at it too long aint going get you any where. cheap thrills. cheaper than tissue paper. some girls are really pro. i think they can own our ass anytime. spike better than any of us. anyway had dinner with my bitches bfore going home. vball camp, yo man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Parental Guidence is needed. Explicit content.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway heard some scandals about somebdy caught our school couple having sex in the toilet in school. the story is about 1,2 mths back. so my lag time is kind of long. anyhoo. the couple is not any normal ones, they are some wierd pair. they are straight, girl and boy, not les nor gay. i was kind of stun though. school toilet? some more its in the boys toilet where there is damn lot of curly hair and pee on the ground. a complete turn on for them i reckon. seriously, some people pee on the floor. this lead me to conclude people really fail projectile motion and cannot tame it or they are listening to hip hop and was bouncing to the beat. moreover, people lose more hair than the hair on their hair. i think the cleaner can collect a ball at the end of the day. cant really imagine having sex with the pungent smell and wet surroundings. i guess its sensual for them, arousing for them. told you, wierd people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing more. lazy to post. hah. monday's match. we mus own. i shall start to prepare mentally now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;laterr&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38351722-5376491545048683706?l=theliquidvintage-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theliquidvintage-.blogspot.com/feeds/5376491545048683706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38351722&amp;postID=5376491545048683706' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38351722/posts/default/5376491545048683706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38351722/posts/default/5376491545048683706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theliquidvintage-.blogspot.com/2007/04/thrust-me-pg.html' title='Thrust Me? (PG)'/><author><name>KEVIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15570511733801461429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38351722.post-117656650817807870</id><published>2007-04-14T23:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-15T00:01:48.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Firetruck</title><content type='html'>we had our first friendly match that was held in school. homeground, and we lost. so close to winning, matchpt already, still lose. aint going to harp on the incident either. jus hope that we can win HCI and proceed on. luckily coach isnt there to watch us play. if not more vulgarities will come out, even though i wish to see them come out. quite funny when he starts swearing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, thanks to those who came down and supported us by ur pressence even though the girls that turn up help zhong ming play a lil better, a little. it was much more pressurizing with all the people around, chio bu, principal, vp, teachers and all. it was damn lucky for them to win and was damn noob of them to lose pts receiving freeball from me. damn wasted, we could have won.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was searching blogs today. had to burn the stress. ct in 1 more day. giving me panic attacks. anyway, saw many blogs that i m not suppose to see. mostly all of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing much to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wonder who reads my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my fan club.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talk cock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;narbei, where is she?&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/38351722-117656650817807870?l=theliquidvintage-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theliquidvintage-.blogspot.com/feeds/117656650817807870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38351722&amp;postID=117656650817807870' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38351722/posts/default/117656650817807870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38351722/posts/default/117656650817807870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theliquidvintage-.blogspot.com/2007/04/firetruck.html' title='Firetruck'/><author><name>KEVIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15570511733801461429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-38351722.post-117611407321581979</id><published>2007-04-09T17:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-09T18:21:13.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OUI! WHO OFF THE LIGHTS?</title><content type='html'>common test is next week and i haven really start mugging that aggressively yet. mayb i shud only just sleep 2 hrs a day, the rest of the day shud b spent studying. i'll consider.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bullshitting already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lost both of our friendly matches. mayb we really need girls to go and support us when we have our matches. at least 2 of our guys will b able to play a tiny bit better. a better incentive to show off and play better. however, not too many girls though, if not eyes will start straying away from the ball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not only balls are bouncing in the court...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our team also bonded very well as we train. amazingly, we keep this team spirit through talking cock, suaning and scolding vulgarities punctuated with some random sex topic and usually going into the specifics. an eye opener for me really, considering i m such an innocent and pure little boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my knuckle was kind of swollen after the match on sat. sprain it i suppose. most probably sprained it, cos i didnt rmb doing other stuff with my finger. (hah ;P) gonna tape it up o wed. competition is near. jiawei even offered to come support sr when we play against ny. suck up to me isit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, coach let out some vulgarities when he was talking about majong. he was damn exicted though. there was complete silence thereafter, everybody was stun. kind of cool eh. coach scolding ch** by*... hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when to watch shooter on fri. luckily we pick the correct movie. massive load of shooting (duh), head shots, blood splattering, limbs blown away, flying bodies, fire and explosion. a must watch. anyway some loner, a woman, sat next to me, beside the aisle. her stomach was producing some wierd noises. wads worst is that she laugh damn loudly and laugh just right before the funny part is shown. i was kind of thrown off my seat after her manly laughed splurged out of her mouth. worst then sitting to a smelly mouth guy during lectures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saw justina there too. claimed that she was shopping. hah. justina, shopping? shant include any of my positive comments. blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was randomly searching people's blog regarding our school's volleyball, saw some j1s damn excited over the prospect of being passing the trial and getting themselves into the team. they were rambling on about how elated they are on being "labelled" sr vballer, and being very proud of the lingo, "eat sleep volleyball". they are girls by the way. they make my hair stand. damn lot of girls though. my teammates are damn happy. now i realise that we play damn well during training. enlightenment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;suaning a lot of navin these days. luckily he is damn open minded. chocolate bear for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there is too many "her"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;laterr&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38351722-117611407321581979?l=theliquidvintage-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theliquidvintage-.blogspot.com/feeds/117611407321581979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38351722&amp;postID=117611407321581979' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38351722/posts/default/117611407321581979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38351722/posts/default/117611407321581979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theliquidvintage-.blogspot.com/2007/04/oui-who-off-lights.html' title='OUI! WHO OFF THE LIGHTS?'/><author><name>KEVIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15570511733801461429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-38351722.post-117578563286952232</id><published>2007-04-05T23:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-05T23:07:12.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Start Off Small</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/JGdJpMfXha4"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/JGdJpMfXha4" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wellington International Ukulele Orchestra- Hey Ya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-ixsOYEjJxE"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-ixsOYEjJxE" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wellington International Ukulele Orchestra- Nirvana- Smells Like Teen Spirit&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38351722-117578563286952232?l=theliquidvintage-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theliquidvintage-.blogspot.com/feeds/117578563286952232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38351722&amp;postID=117578563286952232' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38351722/posts/default/117578563286952232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38351722/posts/default/117578563286952232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theliquidvintage-.blogspot.com/2007/04/start-off-small.html' title='Start Off Small'/><author><name>KEVIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15570511733801461429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-38351722.post-117541760626857156</id><published>2007-04-01T17:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-01T17:57:30.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Her</title><content type='html'>my weekly post again, on aprils fool day. i used to think that people who are born on this day are born a joke, a walking joke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhoo, so much went on this week though. i made up my mind on certain stuff and also certain people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 girls cried to me this week, consecutively. its kind of wierd. messy i suppose. its all about different issues with me standing in the middle trying to advice both sides on what they should do. whats worst is when both side have conflicting ideas. i kinda of tried to get out of it as possible. thats the first one, the next one was totally unexpected. once you pooped on the floor, it have to be cleared up. anyway. this is jus one whole load of misunderstandings and conflicting stories being told to different party. i wouldnt keep my head so up high that i was invovled in these 2 incidents. i am more paranoid now. dont ask me why. i jus got that suspicion feeling. i shall try not to get involve in sticky situation anymore, especially with girls. when they cry, you really dont know wad to do cos you cant hug them to comfort them, you can only call for backup and offer tissue aid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why do girls cry to guys? (in this case, me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a lighter mood, we have gotten our match fixtures. we are playing against: SAJC, NYJC, HCI, RJC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i be expecting them to bring their books along with them to study. kind of 50 50 chance in getting to the next round. pressure sia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we having damn lot of friendlies too. tmr is with thomson csc, then we having with YJC at home ground. i think we are having one with TPJC next next week. i m nervous thinking of it. imagine losing on home ground. utter sia suay. our first match is on the 18th, right smack in the centre of common test. great aint it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"One look sends it coursing through the veins oh how the feeling races&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Back up to their brains to form expressions on there stupid faces&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;They don't want to say hello&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Like I want to say hello&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh the heartbeats at its peak when you're coming up to speak&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I'm so tense, never tenser&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Could all go a bit Frank Spencer?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm talking gibberish, tip of the tongue but I can't deliver it...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Properly, oh it's all getting on top of me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And if it weren't this dark you'd see how red my face has gone"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Arctic Monkeys-You Probably Couldn't See The Lights But You Were Looking Straight At Me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some people doesnt change.&lt;br /&gt;the cycle goes again.&lt;br /&gt;stop boasting about it.&lt;br /&gt;in fact nobody cares.&lt;br /&gt;you have little friends.&lt;br /&gt;no avenue to speak to.&lt;br /&gt;nobody to listen to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;your attitude make me sick.&lt;br /&gt;putting it up make you feel good.&lt;br /&gt;your skin is just too thick.&lt;br /&gt;jus watch your back.&lt;br /&gt;and hope nobody gossip behind your back.&lt;br /&gt;in fact no one cares.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i made one huge mistake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to see you everyday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38351722-117541760626857156?l=theliquidvintage-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theliquidvintage-.blogspot.com/feeds/117541760626857156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38351722&amp;postID=117541760626857156' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38351722/posts/default/117541760626857156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38351722/posts/default/117541760626857156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theliquidvintage-.blogspot.com/2007/04/her.html' title='Her'/><author><name>KEVIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15570511733801461429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-38351722.post-117500342185803890</id><published>2007-03-27T22:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-27T22:51:16.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Whose Secrets? Victoria's</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9n8CimSLTTc" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Victoria's Secret Fashion Show 2006&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hedi klum is still hot as ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;check out this video, guys/ girls/ gay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's justin timberlake singing 'sexyback' &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;enjoy people.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38351722-117500342185803890?l=theliquidvintage-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theliquidvintage-.blogspot.com/feeds/117500342185803890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38351722&amp;postID=117500342185803890' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38351722/posts/default/117500342185803890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38351722/posts/default/117500342185803890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theliquidvintage-.blogspot.com/2007/03/whose-secrets-victorias.html' title='Whose Secrets? Victoria&apos;s'/><author><name>KEVIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15570511733801461429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-38351722.post-117490225243138232</id><published>2007-03-26T18:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-26T18:44:12.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i added a new post yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now its gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wtf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blogger is bloody screwed up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wasted my time typing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;middle finger for the creators of blogger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kudos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_l_&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38351722-117490225243138232?l=theliquidvintage-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theliquidvintage-.blogspot.com/feeds/117490225243138232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38351722&amp;postID=117490225243138232' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38351722/posts/default/117490225243138232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38351722/posts/default/117490225243138232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theliquidvintage-.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-added-new-post-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>KEVIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15570511733801461429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-38351722.post-117457433886697208</id><published>2007-03-22T23:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-22T23:38:58.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'>be aMUSEd</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/N_0SMzStuAA"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/N_0SMzStuAA" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;look at the transparent drumset.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shall blog proper during the weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you just cant stop loving tiffany &amp; co. jewellery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38351722-117457433886697208?l=theliquidvintage-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theliquidvintage-.blogspot.com/feeds/117457433886697208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38351722&amp;postID=117457433886697208' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38351722/posts/default/117457433886697208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38351722/posts/default/117457433886697208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theliquidvintage-.blogspot.com/2007/03/be-amused.html' title='be aMUSEd'/><author><name>KEVIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15570511733801461429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-38351722.post-117431593483053014</id><published>2007-03-19T23:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-19T23:54:17.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The EXTRA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3087/2322/1600/203376/CHILL.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 346px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 252px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="250" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3087/2322/320/956623/CHILL.jpg" width="336" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; (please go source out the original photo and guess who is it, ask me if you want to.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(&lt;strong&gt;please click to have a CLOSER look&lt;/strong&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;an amendment: my science friend gave me chad chad facts about our school uniform. i think they just change the quality of the pants to make it shinier. god knows what they are thinking. apologies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;shant complain about that arrongant, self-centred, "big shot", boot licker, irritating glutton. one more time, you are going down. together with ur pride. asshole :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i miss somebody. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;but i duno who.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;pissed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;_l_&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38351722-117431593483053014?l=theliquidvintage-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theliquidvintage-.blogspot.com/feeds/117431593483053014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38351722&amp;postID=117431593483053014' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38351722/posts/default/117431593483053014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38351722/posts/default/117431593483053014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theliquidvintage-.blogspot.com/2007/03/extra.html' title='The EXTRA'/><author><name>KEVIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15570511733801461429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-38351722.post-117402390277739560</id><published>2007-03-16T14:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-16T14:56:19.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Grass</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3087/2322/1600/712319/ME%20x4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 398px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 297px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="266" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3087/2322/320/452272/ME%20x4.jpg" width="398" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; (this is how my hair looks like after the haircut)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to cut my hair yesterday. went to such a far place to have my hair shredded till its so thin. i need a ski cap; i scared that my head catches a cold. its too airy for comfort if you know wad i mean. the hairdresser cut away my fin and shaved my sides. shaved means using the battery operated thingy n shave. now i look like some durian seller with considerably long fringe. o wells. i m not that used to seeing my own shadow cos now my head looks more rounded unlike previously there is still a strong resemblance of a mohawk hairstyle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the hairdresser ask me whether i wanted to put wax or smth equivalent. i said anything cos i nvr used gel or wax or moose or mud or wadeva shit vain guys put on their grasses. cos my hair, you know... anyway to make my hair look nicer than the state it is in now, i need smebdy to teach me how to put wax on my hair. wait a moment, i need someone to buy my a bottle of wax first. do u call it bottle or can? hmmm. anyhooo, i've seen many disasterous hair which have white flake in them (not dandruff). they claimed its wax, but sometimes when some natural secretion gets stuck on the hair, and when it drys, it resembles the white stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to cut things short, i need wax and ppl to teach me how to use it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday we had some friendly match with unity sec secondary 2 vballers. not that good though.we managed to try certain stuff and we won 5 matches out of 6. we lost one cos coach put in the ppl who does not have the advantage to spike, vertically. shant comment on how well we played but its just that we bonded even more with one another and also the coach. now i realise that vball is kind of addictive, you win some, you lose some. its not oly about the game, ita about the lessons learnt and the friends that are made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i havent watch 300 yet, hopefully i get to watch tmr with my pw grp peeps plus some random soul. keith bdae its on sun, still contemplating whether to give him a surprise anot. wonder whether his heart can take it. (haha jking! later he rape me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;heard that our school going to change the color of our school uniform from what i heard. the worst part is that they are changing it to green color (or so i hear). from fugly beige and brown to even fuglier green. amk sec arh? i sincerely hope this aint true cos its a world of difference between the 2 colors. brown+beige and green leh. even wei lian can say its ugly. i just heard it from friends. two words for them- f**king disastrous.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to buy clothes from GAP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38351722-117402390277739560?l=theliquidvintage-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theliquidvintage-.blogspot.com/feeds/117402390277739560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38351722&amp;postID=117402390277739560' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38351722/posts/default/117402390277739560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38351722/posts/default/117402390277739560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theliquidvintage-.blogspot.com/2007/03/my-grass.html' title='My Grass'/><author><name>KEVIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15570511733801461429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-38351722.post-117388318688275132</id><published>2007-03-14T23:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-14T23:40:17.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Verve</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4PeBInHSdGE" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;'Cause it's a bittersweet symphony, this life &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Try to make ends meet &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Your a slave to money then you die &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'll take you down the only road I've ever been down &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You know the one that takes you to the places where all the things meet &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;No change, I can't change I can't change, I can't change &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But I'm here in my mold I am here in my mold &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But I'm a million different people from one day to the next &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I can't change my mold &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;No, no, no, no, no &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Well I never pray. But tonight I'm on my knees yeah &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I need to hear some sounds that recognize the pain in me, yeah &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I let the melody shine, let it cleanse my mind, I feel free now &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But the airways are clean and there's nobody singing to me now &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;No change, I can't change I can't change, I can't change &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But I'm here in my mold I am here in my mold &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And I'm a million different people from one day to the next &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I can't change my mold &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;No, no, no, no, no &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I can't change I can't change&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38351722-117388318688275132?l=theliquidvintage-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theliquidvintage-.blogspot.com/feeds/117388318688275132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38351722&amp;postID=117388318688275132' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38351722/posts/default/117388318688275132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38351722/posts/default/117388318688275132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theliquidvintage-.blogspot.com/2007/03/my-verve_14.html' title='My Verve'/><author><name>KEVIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15570511733801461429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-38351722.post-117350467937577076</id><published>2007-03-10T12:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-10T13:31:19.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Candies Basket</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3087/2322/1600/68756/DSC00485.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3087/2322/320/516655/DSC00485.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a week had passed. fatique i might say. its training, homewirk and test. how do u expect people to study for their test when u have so much homework that leave us with hardly any time for revision. even there is time, i doubt i have any energy to revise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;common test is lyk 6 weeks away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;training was damn sucky, nculding myself. ultimately, i think that winning isnt evrything, its how we put evry much of our energy to play a beautiful game. what for play a game that doesnt showcase the beauty and the skills of the game. i tried to explain that after i blocked so many people spikes, its nt that i m good, its still how well the spikers are. we are after all one team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what goes around comes all the way back around. whats with every body being obessed by justin timberlake?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there was so much j1s in our school. abiut 1000 as the principal said. the other day, the canteen was so filled up that we cannot even step in. from wad i heard, people with 9 pts, 12 pts, are stil trying to appeal into sr. wierd aint it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they are closing damn lot of ccas. so much for accomadating the larger number of students. imagine a vball court wif 50 ppl playing on it. kudos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had games ic yesterday, the last day of orientation. aint going to comment how the council manage the whole event. it was much a hurry through thing. my game was indeed boring, so boring that we got bored ourselves by looking at them. there was hardly any motivaton to strive for teamwork, bt for the points that they are practically begging for. damn lot of ah bengs whose faces are intolerabel at first look. its tose that u wan to whack at first look. their personality isnt that fantastic either. imagine sme guy wif dyed hair lying on the floor directly in font of the pe office's door. respect. the girls were so much better. faces and all. i m nt going to boast on how many chio ones i seen, bt i think evy school has. no pt eyecandying people like u will die tmr or get so obessed about ppl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the coucil president goes around being a first-aider. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had training after that with damn lot of spectators. did better than wed's training. went into the hall for fiesta night to have a peek. the smell of the hall is damn bad, coupled with the screams of countless bitches. i left after a while to eat free food. there was so much food that after giving so many free ones to j2s, they have to give it to the public so as nt to waste. o wells. great aint it, public service for u.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had to cut down a lot of computer time for study this week. this mean less toking to people online and reading people's blog of their self-entertainment, excitment of an unobtainable obession or just someother guy's whinning or infatuation of things. i finally understand how to draw a line between temptations and studies. readin thru some ppl's blog i realised that people are disillusioned by some guy/girl. whatever for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i read about people getting excited after some guy stole a glance at them. wad then, i mus be bloggin about 50 entries a day. anyway, i seen her lyk almost everyday. boon says its coincidence that when ever i go, she b there. i think so too, almost everyday, we met eyes all the time. coincidence? fate? i leave it up to you. (bhb) navin is almost positive that sme girl ec me. wadeva! no time for this kind of raging hormonal stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;god gave us so many chances, will it last? make it last forever. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah lians.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;homework time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;laterrrr.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38351722-117350467937577076?l=theliquidvintage-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theliquidvintage-.blogspot.com/feeds/117350467937577076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38351722&amp;postID=117350467937577076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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people if i m not wrng. o wells. 18 yrs of age. legal to starr in chick flicks or porn, whatever way you like to name it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aint gonna talk about this week. its still school every bloody day with everyone worrying about homeworks. my results suck. o wells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sians, i dont feel lyk blogging alrdy. shall tok abt the a level results tmr. the results kind of suck though its better than previous years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haix today is a damn suay day for some people, me included.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm gonna get so screwed tmr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i m more of feeling disgusted then sian 1/2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;go station youself at the zoo for hell's sake if you want people to notice you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you sincerely make me sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please help me help youself. stop going back to what you always do. stop harming others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please migrate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i m infatuated with her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;sorry, i cant stop it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;what do you feel, my girl?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i need chances.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;just one or two.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38351722-117284443994606187?l=theliquidvintage-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theliquidvintage-.blogspot.com/feeds/117284443994606187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38351722&amp;postID=117284443994606187' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;v-day was pretty much another day for us. the atmosphere was pretty stale. freaking stale. the only highlight is bandishing vulgar language at girls who squeam pathetically in delight affter getting one stalk of flower. i mean its like only one stalk of flower, you are already so high. what if someone gives you a big bouquet 0f your favorite flowers? wouldnt you just get an orgasm then start to hyperventilate. your lungs will next collapse, and before you knew it, your heart stops beating and then you elaspe into a fit of spasms. by the time the paramedics come, they will pronounce you braindead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok enough. on a serious note, i sincerely wish to see this happening to some of the girls. i don mind paying for the flowers. its nt as if i cant afford it. but at times, it really puzzles me to a huge extent. i dont see guys getting into a fit by recieveing something. unless its like a noob standing in front of a naked girl. i can think of who. hahah. (HECK LA*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its one of my childhood fantasies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next was cny reunion dinner. we had it at my 2nd aunt house. with approxiamately 3/8 of the family. i guess its due to the fact that we couldnt book any posh restaurant like previous years, so we have to settle for a simpler meal of having a steamboat dinner. it wasnt that posh, but most importantly its the food. damn lot of meat, prawns, and chicken wings. me n my cousin was the last to leave the table, as always. i wonder when would adults stop saying that we are still going thru puberty when my cousin is alrdy 21?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;evrytime when we meet up with all the aunts and uncles, my n all of my cousin will b group into the little kids category. we have a different table when we eat in the restaurant. we probably have to wait another 20 more years bfore they would stop asking me which secondary sch i m in when i m in a jc or how was BMT in the army when im having a mohawk hairstyle. probably, like wad my cousin said, we should all prepare a small book of our current status. then issue them when we see our aunt n uncles and then update them periodically when we meet them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the 1st day of cny was going to some uncle's condo n celebrating there. as usual was the,"wow, you have grwon taller/fatter/skinnier, etc" collected all the angbaos that we could possibly get bfore attacking the food. after 3 servings i still wasnt full. i really think there is a worm in my stomach. there was like tasmanian devils running and screaming about while we eat. provided an entertaining show for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that we went over to my mum's side. total boredom though it was quite high collecting all the angbaos and aunts commenting that i m damn shuai for the past few years, straight. it was spending the rest of the day watching tv. super productive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the 2nd day was spend watching epic movie. it was hilarious. full of american jokes. there was mainly kids in the theatre so most of the time me n my cousin was laughing away to some sick stuff. the rest were probably thinkin wad we were luffing about. went to back to my house then back to my cousin house for more food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3rd day was seoul garden with e class. no comments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i m stuck with my bestie for gp project. thx to my friendly indian friend. wicked. anyhoo. i duno wad to say. just feel like swearing and speaking like a bloody british.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rape me by nirvana is nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;keep it real.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38351722-117194777102936885?l=theliquidvintage-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38351722.post-117168961684494876</id><published>2007-02-17T13:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-17T13:20:49.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wicked</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rhnaJuxFjEk" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;PRO-ness&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ali g in da house...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;respect&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38351722-117168961684494876?l=theliquidvintage-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theliquidvintage-.blogspot.com/feeds/117168961684494876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3087/2322/1600/900047/IMG06~13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="352" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3087/2322/320/468509/IMG06%7E13.jpg" width="269" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hope you rmb this tky. hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y is lyk evrybdy wanting to go back to ny for v-day? i cant go though. sianed abt it. restrictions, personal ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time to blog proper post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this week damn hectic. training extends to almost 3 times a week. on friday we played total of seven matches. i starred in all 7. i think i sprained all my fingers. got numb when i went home. freak me out throughoutly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn disappointed with my results though. din get back all but was already quite pathetic. tragic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, boon did a ummm nt so bad bt nt so good job abt shooing our "BEST FRIEND" away. respect, my man, tat u dig up the courage. _l_ for making me miss out and nt letting many others who are dying to contribute in it. gosh, i wonder how he feel. though its quite harsh, bt i still think that he still didnt get the msg. anyway, its still best to plan early. wadeva.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gosh, i cant imagine ppl so thick skin as to demand wad they want for any occassion. absolutely uncute. total fcuk up. moreover, some others still went back to their old ways. gosh. it still makes me sick. how far do you wan to go? i m nt jealous bt very much worried for your freaking suay victims. jus fcking rot and die. please. save me, save urself and save many others tat fall into ur trap of.... you know... argh fck it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really need to speak chinese more often man. i have such hard time conversing wif my ah ma using chinese. thx my class for making me speak english all the time. especially wif boon who cant speak for nuts. others who have cheena ppl out there b thankful as there is sme sort of existence. don understand y ppl hate chinese, even though i suck at it. gosh, i sound wierd speaking chinese too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nth else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm hungry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm thinking of smeone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;respect (ali g style)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38351722-117120540812738396?l=theliquidvintage-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theliquidvintage-.blogspot.com/feeds/117120540812738396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38351722&amp;postID=117120540812738396' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/m8YmgLcG5WQ" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When The Stars Go Blue&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dancin' where the stars go blue&lt;br /&gt;Dancin' where the evening fell&lt;br /&gt;Dancin' in your wooden shoes&lt;br /&gt;In a wedding gown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dancin' out on 7th street&lt;br /&gt;Dancin' through the underground&lt;br /&gt;Dancin' little marionette&lt;br /&gt;Are you happy now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where do you go when you're lonely&lt;br /&gt;Where do you go when you're blue&lt;br /&gt;Where do you go when you're lonely&lt;br /&gt;I'll follow you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the stars go blue, blue&lt;br /&gt;When the stars go blue, blue&lt;br /&gt;When the stars go blue, blue&lt;br /&gt;When the stars go blue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laughing with your pretty mouth&lt;br /&gt;Laughing with your broken eyes&lt;br /&gt;Laughing with your lover's tongue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a lullaby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Corrs Ft Bono&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enjoy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38351722-117112038661181220?l=theliquidvintage-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theliquidvintage-.blogspot.com/feeds/117112038661181220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38351722&amp;postID=117112038661181220' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38351722/posts/default/117112038661181220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38351722/posts/default/117112038661181220'/><link 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title=''/><author><name>KEVIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15570511733801461429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-38351722.post-117056404590950019</id><published>2007-02-04T11:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-04T12:42:51.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reminisces</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3087/2322/1600/583475/DSC00383.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="279" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3087/2322/320/492705/DSC00383.jpg" width="359" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3087/2322/1600/836276/DSC00383.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had our school's x-country yesterday at MacRichie (or whatever way you want to spell it) was an official for some prize giving thing. arrange the prizes and you get a free official tshirt and a records in the books. too much to ask for considering wad i did was jus arranging the trophies and chilling away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously, its a pathetic life you will lead if you are a leech. bt who ask wierd and stupid-whatever-for qns after saying hi to one another unwillingly. he stuck to the han and kwang wei in the begining. they didnt come back till quite late. keith and i was fantasing about them killing one another in the forest and hopefully tie him up the tree and let the monkeys stone him. in the end they came walking back in different groups. that is, with his bestie frm another class, alive. so much for world peace. i'm utterly dismayed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Ng was sitting at some slope near the tentage. by himself. eating his own stuff and playing with a branch. wierd. he was sitting there for quite a long duration. and we dared not talk to him. o wells, left it to the girls to cheer him up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saw something that i wasnt supppose to see during the prize presentation. it was damn obvious. one glance was all you have to to notice it. gosh, was it that cold there? i hate it when girls eyeing for guys. they have this kind of wierd look. nvm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to town in the evening. waited for 2 and a half hours for the girls. we suppose to meet at 5. imba-ness. lucky i have boon. he was damn gay. wearing all white, like backshtreet boys clad in all white. saw damn lot of fashion disasters at orchard, excluding/inculding boon, wadeva way you want it. imagine some bald guy wearing a long coat, tight 3/4 jeans with army boots. catastrophic. i want to congrats boon for walking into a women's boutique for the very first time in his life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saw shuenlin at wisma. i swear i heard some girls name being called out. boon said it was my name. o wells. anyhoo, shuenlin please shout louder and clearer. heard of something from her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i saw this website: &lt;a href="http://www.bloggang.com/viewblog.php?id=jeban&amp;group=7"&gt;http://www.bloggang.com/viewblog.php?id=jeban&amp;amp;group=7&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;interesting, aint it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was wondering why do we still miss first 3 months so badly now after 1 yr. perhaps its an anniversary of some sort for our frienship. the good and bad had come and go. it wasnt a test of friendship, its just a time to look back and smile to see how much we remembered. after all its all fate. take it and live with it, make the best out of it. ultimately, it will still benefits you. sometimes, i think that it was a good thing coming into SR. however, a big sacrifice must be made. maybe lifes so much better here. unlike others that live in some other realm. heard frm shuen that life's kind of bad back in ny. i duno to feel guilty or lucky for myself. feelign guilty cos i cant be there for an old friend, lucky cos i don have to go through this emotional turmoil. selfish i m, bt i spent a lot of time pondering over the big "if". however, its still an "if" after all. its jus a fantasy, a dream. once its over, pick urself up and make the best out of evrything that you have now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;never regret. there is no need and no time to. cos its aways better to look forward and put the energy enjoying yourself with wadeva you have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fucked-up day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;laterr.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38351722-117056404590950019?l=theliquidvintage-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theliquidvintage-.blogspot.com/feeds/117056404590950019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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type='text'>AOL</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/TpXMpLzJxxA" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Wreckers- Leave The Pieces&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 hot chicks+ 1 nice song+ live performance= total pleasure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/CNjlKnqBZ64"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/CNjlKnqBZ64" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sugarland- These Are The Days&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i love the small guitar. cute.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Go Youtube.com and search for sessions @ AOL. many artist perform live on it. nice~&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div 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type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;The world is a better place if a word like evil did not exist. This would not lead to revenge, vengeance and reprisals. An eye for an eye makes the world go blind, so if your eye was put out, do you do the same to the aggresor?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I therefore conclude that ignorance is the best policy. From today onwards I shall not acknowledge evil. I shall avoid it to the utmost of my ability. Even to the extent of forgetting somethings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world is so full of contradictions that it hurts my head to think of it sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't that what a true friend is? Someone who tells the unvarnished truth? Contradictions. And sometimes people have behaviour that do not agree with ours, but we have to put up with it. For a variety of reasons. Even though we might not want to. Incongruity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life has always been simple. I want it to remain that way but it's impossible, isn't it? All the emotional baggage that just tags along, refusing to be lost within the mists of time. Time heals, or does it really? Inconsistency.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conscience has always been the toughest master to please and that has always been what I believed. Now I think that maybe society is more difficult to please than the conscience. At least the conscience can be suppressed somewhat, though it doesn't go away, but you can never suppress society. So which is the tougher master?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You people can always choose to view it as an attempt to defend someone else's actions. Or you can view it as someone drawing an event as an example of what he is talking about. I'm tired of this endless discussions and such. Sure, it raises the ire&lt;br /&gt;of some of you but then again, its all a matter of viewpoints. I'm tired of these politically correct statements and everything. Just read whatever you people want into what I write. I'm tired of defending or refuting anything more. Just so tired of things that seem to be and yet aren't so. Smoke and mirrors. I'm so very sorry for saying what I want to say.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i ripped it off my cousin's blog. (hope he dosen't mind) its a damn meaning full passage. made me think damn deeply into what he said. his english is pro man. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;sorry for all those who think i m an ass to post the previous post. i believed tat there no such thing as "hate-less" in the society. you like somebody or you dont. however, i was wondering whether should we sympathise with them underhandedly for being detested and at the same continue to keep the raring "love" for them or should we not give a hoot. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;take your sides people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i have nothing more to say&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"From the beginning to the end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Losers lose, winners win&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is real we aint gotta pretend&lt;br /&gt;The cold world that we in It´s full of pressure and pain"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Game ft 50cent- Hate It Or Love It &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Laterrrrr&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38351722-117014984251747085?l=theliquidvintage-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theliquidvintage-.blogspot.com/feeds/117014984251747085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38351722&amp;postID=117014984251747085' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38351722/posts/default/117014984251747085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38351722/posts/default/117014984251747085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theliquidvintage-.blogspot.com/2007/01/world-is-better-place-if-word-like.html' title=''/><author><name>KEVIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15570511733801461429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-38351722.post-116996230620695569</id><published>2007-01-28T12:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-28T13:38:58.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Whats Wrong Now?</title><content type='html'>this week had been a wierd one. one teacher cried, the other yelled. wads wrng now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ppl just dont seem to shut up when they need to. different mentality i guess. sme ppl jus have to suck up during class to make themselves seem so particpative. some others couldnt help asking bloody stupid questions and in the end wasting precious time during tutorials. i guess its the different values the different secondary schools brought us up with. some taught us to think for ourselves; the others, please ask teacher stupid qns to "redeem" yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i found out that our school have damn lot of stupid, retarded and superbly moronic people. i guess we have to tell them they are the social-rejects of our school oneday. i cant stand people who self invite themselves to gatherings. it supposedly to be a crapping session till some flith appears. gosh. bloody stupid. it seems insensibly stupid to hate ppl at this moment in our lives.i beg to differ. if you are "different" you would have realise tat we wouldnt talk to you, invite you or share our lame secrets with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hold too much secrets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;we dont make fun of you, my friend. we just detest you :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;common test is nxt week. i m totally unable to study for nuts. my mind seems to b adrift. maybe its the songs that keep stucking in my head. shitez. it still boils down to self discipline. my head is too full of things. i m too bottled up. wheres the one to save me, listen to me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whats wrong wif everybody listening to emo songs now? a trend? a way out of our despair? or a channel to remember our good times? the songs smehow mysteriously are able to relate to us smehow or another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant get enough of nickelback.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"&lt;strong&gt;It's been a while&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Since I could hold my head up high &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and it's been a while&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Since I first saw you &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's been a while&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;since i could stand on my own two feet again &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and it's been a while&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;since i could call you &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But everything I can't remember is fucked up as it always seemed&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;the consequences that I've rendered &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I've stretched myself beyond my means&lt;/strong&gt;"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Staind- Its Been Awhile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;there is no secret msg here. morons...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need you&lt;br /&gt;i want you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but who are the hell are you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38351722-116996230620695569?l=theliquidvintage-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theliquidvintage-.blogspot.com/feeds/116996230620695569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38351722&amp;postID=116996230620695569' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38351722/posts/default/116996230620695569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38351722/posts/default/116996230620695569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theliquidvintage-.blogspot.com/2007/01/whats-wrong-now.html' title='Whats Wrong Now?'/><author><name>KEVIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15570511733801461429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-38351722.post-116973537526633657</id><published>2007-01-25T22:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-25T22:41:36.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ended?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3087/2322/1600/504524/DSC00172.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="277" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3087/2322/320/109345/DSC00172.jpg" width="355" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Traveling I only stop at exits &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wondering if I'll stay &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Young and restless &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Living this way I stress less &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I want to pull away when the dream dies &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The pain sets in and I don't cry &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I only feel gravity and I wonder why &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Flames to dust &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lovers to friends &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Why do all good things come to an end?"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nelly Furtado- All Good Things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bloody nice song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;must listen.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38351722-116973537526633657?l=theliquidvintage-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theliquidvintage-.blogspot.com/feeds/116973537526633657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38351722&amp;postID=116973537526633657' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38351722/posts/default/116973537526633657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38351722/posts/default/116973537526633657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theliquidvintage-.blogspot.com/2007/01/ended.html' title='Ended?'/><author><name>KEVIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15570511733801461429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-38351722.post-116964956645870903</id><published>2007-01-24T22:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-24T22:42:10.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Cared</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xF7jBT9VQJE"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xF7jBT9VQJE" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"If everyone cared and nobody cried &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If everyone loved and nobody lied &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If everyone shared and swallowed their pride &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Then we'd see the day when nobody died "&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nickelback- If Everyone Cared&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38351722-116964956645870903?l=theliquidvintage-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theliquidvintage-.blogspot.com/feeds/116964956645870903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38351722&amp;postID=116964956645870903' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38351722/posts/default/116964956645870903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38351722/posts/default/116964956645870903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theliquidvintage-.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-cared.html' title='I Cared'/><author><name>KEVIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15570511733801461429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-38351722.post-116935929317627111</id><published>2007-01-21T13:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-21T14:01:33.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Digital Love</title><content type='html'>it had been a realli  bust-my-ass week with alot of wild time at the library. it had been strike 2 for us at backstabbing keith with someone togeda. double thumbsup. wadde hell, just get together for goodness sake. sloppiest jioing of ppl ever. hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. this week had been damn monotonous except on wed when the girls came in for trials. there is sme random damn pro girl who surf damn nice. bt her onli prob is that she doesnt know that her tshirt rides up damn high when she spike or surf. its kind of eyesore. luckily her face is normal. luckily.  i oso wonder why sme vballers have a darn bad body odour. sme j1 guy odor is just empowering. i cant stand doing squats when we put our arms around one another. massive stink bomb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway went out on fri to chill with keith and rachel. some indian n boon ps us. its at thomson area agn. can we chng place nxt time? i getting bored of thomson area though thats where all the rich girls live. hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how to use up a 1gb memory card?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i still haven watch deathnote 2. smebdy ps. gosh. i m lyk broke now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday on the bus 410 and when i was passing by ITE bishan. some maid told a sec sch boy tat if he wans to go ite very easy. she even pointed out to the boy whr to alight. gosh. wads wrng wif maid's brains nowadays. aint they suppose to say, "yes ma'm, no ma'm."or "no sir, no, you cant touch me" now they are lyk, "shit you, you killing me softly sia." kudos indonesians or the occasional filippino!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i do agree with kaiyang tat JAE was the most fun period all time. "Never ponned school, cos it was just way too fun to pon." and "And feeling unique cos i’m in green berms while the rest are in long pants"&lt;br /&gt;Aye, ky. i still miss my green shorts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my legs muscles are growing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stop being elmo without the "l" people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"How the hell did we wind up like this &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why weren't we able &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To see the signs that we missed &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And try to turn the tables &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now the story's played out like this &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just like a paperback novel &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lets rewrite an ending that fits &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Instead of a hollywood horror"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nickelback- Someday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chad Kroeger's voice is imba.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love never dies&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38351722-116935929317627111?l=theliquidvintage-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theliquidvintage-.blogspot.com/feeds/116935929317627111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38351722&amp;postID=116935929317627111' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38351722/posts/default/116935929317627111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38351722/posts/default/116935929317627111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theliquidvintage-.blogspot.com/2007/01/my-digital-love.html' title='My Digital Love'/><author><name>KEVIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15570511733801461429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-38351722.post-116887556022217193</id><published>2007-01-15T23:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-15T23:40:10.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Soothe The Feelings</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"And if you said this life ain't good enough &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I would give my world to lift you up &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I could change my life to better suit your mood &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cause you're so smooth &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And it's like the ocean under the moon &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Well that's the same as the emotion that I get from you &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You got the kind of lovin' that could be so smooth &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Give me your heart &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Make it real &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Or else forget about it&lt;/strong&gt;"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rob Thomas &amp; Carlos Santana- Smooth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why is everyone getting all hack up and emo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y aint  i?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need a heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Please don't strip my mind &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Leave something behind&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Please don't strip my mind"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Red Hot Chili Peppers- Strip My Mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kick back a little&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its jus an overrated fate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;make somethin' out of nothin'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dont let it roll out of oblivion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;an embedded scar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;such a lonely view&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its like a dream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;out to play into the night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't disbarage yourself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a shadow on the sun&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38351722-116887556022217193?l=theliquidvintage-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theliquidvintage-.blogspot.com/feeds/116887556022217193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38351722&amp;postID=116887556022217193' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38351722/posts/default/116887556022217193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38351722/posts/default/116887556022217193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theliquidvintage-.blogspot.com/2007/01/soothe-feelings.html' title='Soothe The Feelings'/><author><name>KEVIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15570511733801461429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-38351722.post-116868365747730900</id><published>2007-01-13T17:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-13T18:29:21.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life's Good</title><content type='html'>training on wed left me totally shag. i was aching at the shoulders, thighs, arms and chest. practically i cant move around much on thurs. i was wondering wad we did. it was a mere 40 pushups, 40 situps and 50 squats and smth that u kneel down. i was alrdy dying the nxt day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there was definitly more girls that join rather than boys. the guys couldnt wait till nxt wed to see the freshmen. to see the girls onli. hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to prata house yesterday wif the bruddahs (keith, boon, navin, me) it was raining the whole day and practically no cca on that day. we ordered damn lot of prata and mee goreng. congrats to keith anyway for eating mutton for the 2nd time. we sweared to go out n eat evry fri after training. its a guys-only-with-an-occasional-girl-outing. its for the singles affair thing, except mr navin sre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;came home to find a new LCD Tv sitting in the living room. where did my dad get the money. can buy a LCD&lt;br /&gt;bt cant buy a new hp for me. a new TV is good enough for me at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today is sat n i m still aching. i spent 15 mins looking at the mirror bfore going out today. my muscles damn define la. my muscles all have become bigger. &lt;em&gt;i just couldnt help loving my love handles.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jus came home from bugis. MAN-DATED. went to the DC heros outlet at parco. it was batman vs superman. orgasmic man. bought a batman buckle at $29 together wif keith. it will be batman belt buddies in sch. (the new principal is damn good anyway)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;suddenly hav damn lot of money. hah. an ipod or the samsung mp3 is next. cant realli decide which to buy. &lt;em&gt;for the samsung mp3, i get to break the fish bowl&lt;/em&gt;. lameMO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life's good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i definitely enjoyed myself so much more than last year, except first 3 mths la. so carefree, nt bounded up. able to do whatever i like and so able to breathe the fresh air. it was so much easier to get through wif the friens arnd. honestly, it wasnt hard at all. you jus have to direct ur thoughts the other way. its all in ur mind. once you get it, there isnt much to grief about. its jus regreting about all the wasted timeand life, and the one bad decision made in the begining. 2 weeks into sch and i m alrdy having all the fun with all the bastards and assholes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New Life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck, I couldnt be happier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i live so much better now. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"If everyone cared and nobody cried &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If everyone loved and nobody lied &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If everyone shared and swallowed their pride &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We'd see the day when nobody died"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nickelback- If Everyone Cared&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BATTLEFIED 1942: THE ROAD TO ROME&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;laterrrr.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38351722-116868365747730900?l=theliquidvintage-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theliquidvintage-.blogspot.com/feeds/116868365747730900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38351722&amp;postID=116868365747730900' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38351722-116807050381329791?l=theliquidvintage-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theliquidvintage-.blogspot.com/feeds/116807050381329791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38351722&amp;postID=116807050381329791' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38351722/posts/default/116807050381329791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38351722/posts/default/116807050381329791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theliquidvintage-.blogspot.com/2007/01/in-badlands.html' title='In The Badlands'/><author><name>KEVIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15570511733801461429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-38351722.post-116800916017993155</id><published>2007-01-05T22:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-05T22:59:20.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fag vs Facts</title><content type='html'>jus had JC1 orientation game this afternoon. was the game IC for one of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wonder counscillors should be commanding respect or should they just follow what they are told. should they stand up to us and show that they have more power or just stand there and bitch about what wrong that we have done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was sitting one of those kind of trolleys where people shift things with it. my friend wanted to push it to the corner. i was happening to sit on it. so he jus play and pushed me to the corner. one counscillor saw what we doing and starting shouting at us. he said that not to play a fool and told me to get up so as not to break the thing. i was wondering whether was he using his brain to think. goods that are ferried by the trolley is so much heavier than me. can it break? the obvious answer is no. we were wrong to be playing wif the trolley but must he push his authority about and start shouting. call us peers? arent we equal? so what if you have a post? i was like smirking when he was shouting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i should think that game ic are those that control and execute the game. in the end aint the councillors trying to "steal the show" or should i say help out? where is the flexibility and organisation? does all of them have to follow the book. they even taught us how to do a debrief. if i m one of the freshmen i woulnt give a damned crap about debrief. either you win or lose. debrief? hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some people think that they are big shots. they tried to control the situation by threatening the removal of points. but seriously they wouldnt care less. since it was a water game  and we were required to pour water over them. some people just want to have some cheap thrills by pouring water over the OGs when they are leaving. this is pure stupidity. what if they have handphones in their pockets. in all, i just cant stand people who try to control the situation when they are just helping out and try to turn it into their show. years in npcc taught us to respect people you are talking to, because its you get what you gives. pathetic. dissapointed at how people run the show where half the people is not paying attention in you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bullshitters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why are people so desperate? some people just couldnt stop looking at the girls in j1s. say chio at every girl that walk past that have an average looking face. is my standards high or are people just satisfied if they could just ge tanormal looking girls. after doing the games i could say only 5% make the mark. guys, forget it. i almost want to punch somebody face when that guy try to be smarty pants with me. luckily the ogl pushed he away and lectured him as he was almost face to face with me saying something as lame as a dog could say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah lians and ah bengs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"You're beside me on the seat &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Got your hand between my knees &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And you control how fast we go by just how hard you wanna squeeze &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's hard to steer when you're breathing in my ear &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But I got both hands on the wheel while you got both hands on my gear &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;By now, no doubt that we were heading south &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I guess nobody ever taught her not to speak with a full mouth &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Cause this was it, like flicking on a switch &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It felt so good I almost drove INTO the ditch &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm screamin'&lt;/em&gt;   "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nickelback- Animals&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;single and ready to mingle&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enjoy this fucked up day :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38351722-116800916017993155?l=theliquidvintage-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theliquidvintage-.blogspot.com/feeds/116800916017993155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38351722&amp;postID=116800916017993155' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38351722/posts/default/116800916017993155'/><link rel='self' 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eve. finally realised tat i was treated as a sister rather than a guy. (thx, u know who)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fast forwarded to orchard where we played pool and try to wave at people passing by our window. yes, there are still people who wave back. mostly foreign workers trying to return the cheap thrill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;waited for np ppl at ps before sitting at the roadside in front of pavement deciding on whether to go hme or to do smth. stoned there for almost 2hrs. exhilarating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sleep till 1 plus before getting high over gunbound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dinner at yum cha for the celebration of my cousin and my AH MA birthday. damn lot of photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the past have gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the memories stays&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life goes on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its a wonder how human get past things that easily&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jus rmb that 31st Dec is my anniversary wif kaiyang. met him on this day 2005. happy 1 yr anniversary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where to buy jade rings?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38351722-116766829553498981?l=theliquidvintage-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theliquidvintage-.blogspot.com/feeds/116766829553498981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38351722&amp;postID=116766829553498981' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38351722/posts/default/116766829553498981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38351722/posts/default/116766829553498981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theliquidvintage-.blogspot.com/2007/01/its-season.html' title='It&apos;s The Season'/><author><name>KEVIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15570511733801461429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-38351722.post-116746441994559084</id><published>2006-12-30T15:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-02T00:23:19.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shiny New</title><content type='html'>new hairstyle (no spikes... mayb just a little)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;new bag&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;new clothes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;new keyboard (who wans Creative Prodikeys? negotiable)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;new sandals&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whats next?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;new wife?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dream on, girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"And I Never wanna say goodbye &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But girl you make it hard to be faithful&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;With the lips of an angel"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hinder- Lips of An Angel&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38351722-116746441994559084?l=theliquidvintage-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theliquidvintage-.blogspot.com/feeds/116746441994559084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38351722&amp;postID=116746441994559084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38351722/posts/default/116746441994559084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38351722/posts/default/116746441994559084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theliquidvintage-.blogspot.com/2006/12/shiny-new.html' title='Shiny New'/><author><name>KEVIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15570511733801461429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-38351722.post-116714594176010175</id><published>2006-12-26T22:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-26T23:12:21.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Muñequita</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote id="c78ec124"&gt;had a very nice christmas celebration this year, probably, it was a break from the pathetic school life and perhaps a chance to meet up after so long and just chill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel wierd. i feel freed. never mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we went to kaiyang hse during christmas eve. it was just chilling and eating and watching of tv. the food was goodm the atmosphere is there. bt we had a good host. thx mimao! wanted to stayover at ky hse but our hopes were all dashed cos tay shuenlin cant stay overnite. so in the end we all squeeze into germ's car and went hme. i didnt fufill my 17th birthday wish to play sparklers on christmas. cool. den was going online and to tok/comfort/entertain my friend. poor things, we all are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHRISTMAS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the first day of christmas, met up wif cousin at cafe cartel to have our christmas lunch together. we weer all hungry bt there was one topic tat we couldnt stop discussing abt. there was sme transexual as our waiter/waitress ( i duno which one) bt it was confirmed tat it was a man trying to become a waman. but the transformation was quite of a failure. in the end the whole image was a man with broad shoulders, thick arms with long hair wearing mascarra and lipstick wif a small size bra. yucks. wadeva.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to my cousin hse to play battlefieod 1942 the whole day till 2am den we started our movie marathon. we didnt last long either. it den was slping till the nxt afternoon when we woke up to realise tat abt 5 more uncles and aunties was here. lunch! it was lyk buffet, so much food. dinner was chicken rice. BETTER THEN FIVE STAR one. ownage. heard tat sim wong hoo gave out S$1000 per person for all who attended the 25th year anniversay, abt 2500 people attended. lucky draw prizes were as much as $90 000.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stunning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was more of destroying more tanks and enemies untili had the sudden urge to blog stupid post lyk this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feel lyk hugging all of a sudden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38351722-116714594176010175?l=theliquidvintage-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theliquidvintage-.blogspot.com/feeds/116714594176010175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38351722&amp;postID=116714594176010175' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38351722/posts/default/116714594176010175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38351722/posts/default/116714594176010175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theliquidvintage-.blogspot.com/2006/12/my-muequita.html' title='My Muñequita'/><author><name>KEVIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15570511733801461429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38351722.post-116688963803650663</id><published>2006-12-23T23:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-24T00:00:38.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Urban Male</title><content type='html'>Christmas is near. do we get to wish during christmas? only for presents? i would just wish for more wishes. cant wait till tomorrow's chill out at kaiyang house. there's wine too. high class party through the night. private party for the five of us, there could have been more but...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i find it hard to blog normal post rite now. wierd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i suddenly feel like changing everything on me now. its a new year, new begining, new people. i cant wait. had been buying clothes and shoes during this hols. obviously having more money. &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;NEW&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;URBAN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;MALE&lt;/span&gt; is truly for gays (yucks! check out their website and you'll know what i mean &lt;a href="http://www.newurbanmale.com"&gt;www.newurbanmale.com&lt;/a&gt;) , nevertheless the clothes look cool. bought sandals from there. pretty gay but still, its nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;change, its all i want. forget the past, start the future. (75% done)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am still contemplating on whether to retain my current hairstyle or should i change it to a no-spike hairstyle where i will look more decent and less like an ah beng.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm open to suggestions! please tag!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm a new man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rejoice!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38351722-116688963803650663?l=theliquidvintage-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theliquidvintage-.blogspot.com/feeds/116688963803650663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38351722&amp;postID=116688963803650663' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38351722/posts/default/116688963803650663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38351722/posts/default/116688963803650663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theliquidvintage-.blogspot.com/2006/12/new-urban-male.html' title='New Urban Male'/><author><name>KEVIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15570511733801461429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-38351722.post-116679945814213743</id><published>2006-12-22T22:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-22T23:00:58.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'>There it goes</title><content type='html'>my virgin post&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lost my virginity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its my affinity&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38351722-116679945814213743?l=theliquidvintage-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theliquidvintage-.blogspot.com/feeds/116679945814213743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38351722&amp;postID=116679945814213743' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38351722/posts/default/116679945814213743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38351722/posts/default/116679945814213743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theliquidvintage-.blogspot.com/2006/12/there-it-goes.html' title='There it goes'/><author><name>KEVIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15570511733801461429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
