<?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-8822812</id><updated>2011-04-22T04:14:37.485+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Penny For Ur Thots</title><subtitle type='html'>I am in a state of confusion whereby the mind does not coincide with the heart due to constant recollections of things that appear insignificant but otherwise...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shutthefukup.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8822812/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shutthefukup.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>nitekid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07713626477422713632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/267/2168/640/2.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>15</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8822812.post-110625578408589650</id><published>2005-01-21T04:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-21T05:16:24.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Term Test Over</title><content type='html'>Yay! Finally I can put aside those piles of notes and enjoy the long weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Term test over!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm glad to say that for the first time in poly, I'm confident that I can pass all my term test subjects, albeit I had MC for one of the 4 papers.  :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh... even though next week is term break, I have to return to school for most of the days to finish up my FYP. Kinda sad. Had I been more hardworking and made the effort to do it last semester, I wouldn't have to stress myself out to finish it this sem. Too bad, what's done couldn't be undone. I guess I just have to bite my teeth and overcome this last hurdle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND GET THE FUCK OUT OF POLY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh... haven't slept well for the past week. Shan't blog any further. Too shackled and burned out. I will be back after I've relax myself THOROUGHLY this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Selamat Hari Raya Haji to all malay fellows. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy the weekend guys, it's time to ROCK and ROLL!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8822812-110625578408589650?l=shutthefukup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shutthefukup.blogspot.com/feeds/110625578408589650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8822812&amp;postID=110625578408589650' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8822812/posts/default/110625578408589650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8822812/posts/default/110625578408589650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shutthefukup.blogspot.com/2005/01/term-test-over_21.html' title='Term Test Over'/><author><name>nitekid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07713626477422713632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/267/2168/640/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8822812.post-110537370238651634</id><published>2005-01-14T03:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-14T03:18:49.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Caveman</title><content type='html'>PISSED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet cool-headed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told myself, I shan't bother to make myself angry over such trivial matters. He claimed that I'm a freaking "gor dong" (antique, old fashioned). Fine then. Fuck him in the arse. He ain't any better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sniggers*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was on the bus today when coincidence of coincidences, I saw a friend. Nah, he can't be called MY friend. It should be my FRIEND'S friend. And he just so happen to be a so called "lan jiao lang".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinks highly of himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always tries to talk with an ang moh accent which he suck in, and seeks to conjure an air of supremacy when together with a group of friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Likes to act high class, this one bad, that one not good. HE HIMSELF BEST LA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, let's talk about the little conversation we had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to avoid him by not looking towards his direction and guess what? He shouted across the bus, as if there were no passengers on board :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey, Sum Bor! (Skinny)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear I would have kicked his arse had I know him better, as in not just hi-bye friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I turned around, showed a nonchalant face, smiled and walked towards him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey, finish school liao ah?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ya, I'm heading home now, you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ya, going home too."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After which, a momentary silence was observed by the 2 of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanted to avoid chatting with him, I then dug into my bag and took out my discman. The moment he saw it, his "golden" mouth opened yet again :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh man, you're still using discman? What century already? People use Mp3 player now, lao gor dong lehx you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah man, he only know how to say, but I don't see him flaunting any Mp3 player to me, not even a freaking walkman, and he had the audacity to comment on my discman. Oh my god, he should really just go to hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't wanna continue a meaningless conversation, cos I know he would have 1001 things to shoot me back had I replied to that. I just smiled and plugged the earphones into my ears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the rest of the journey, I got more and more agitated and felt rather uneasy. I wondered why didn't I shoot him back just then, instead allowing him to "suan" me just like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I continue to indulge myself in my music, and thought of a funny scenario if I really wanted to be REALLY bad. Tsk tsk...&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;I have a blog. Doesn't everyone? You mean you don't? How uncool are you? Not having your own blog is like not having your own Gmail account.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What? You don't have Gmail either? My God, what are you? A caveman?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No problem la, I'll send you an invite. You do have an internet account, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's a relief. What's your broadband speed? 1.5 meg? Cable? The least 512K?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huh? You're using a dial-up? You mean to say, you still have a land line? How retro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait, you're still using wires? Thats horrible, but you do have a handphone don't you? Good! Take a picture of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah? You can't take pictures with your phone? Then what's the point of having a handphone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You mean you actually use a camera to take pictures? Nice "concept" yeh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Snap*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me see the picture. Where's the little LCD screen on the camera? What do you mean I have to wait for the photos to be developed? Film? Your camera uses film? I weep for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HA! HA! HA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next thing you'll be telling me, is you listen to CDs. Where's your Mp3 player? Oh! You don't have one? Trust you to comment on my discman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I see, you actually buy whole albums. I have 2 words for you: iPod and download.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now now, what's this? A video cassette recorder? You really should donate it to the museum, Ah gong, along with your cartridges and vinyl records. Tape is so last millenium.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, so you buy DVDs to watch movies also yeh? Its good to support original, and make a hole in your pocket. So how's your surround sound at home?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alamak! Your "entertainment centre" has only 2 speaks ah? It's ok. I'm glad that it ain't mono.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where's your computer? Oh there it is! What's with the cathode ray tube? I have 3 words for you dude: Flat screen monitor. My goodness, your mouse and keyboard - more wires. Wireless just doesn't refer to radio anymore you know? Hey! This is the 21st century. Gawd, your mouse still have "balls". Well done mate!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OUCH! My ears, what's that awful screeching noise? The modem? Oh sorry hor, I forgot you're still using dial-up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you live like this? Like an animal?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey! Do you watch Naruto? It's the "in" anime now. I'm already downloading it. Oh you don't? Don't worry, let me download it for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There you are, it has a total of 115 episodes so far. Judging by your bit rate, I'd say this will roughly take 1000 years. Happy downloading!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forget it, I'll Gmail you. Oh yeah, by the way, did I mention I have a blog?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You should start one Wei Xiang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And name it, "My no-life account".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good day. Byebye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*grins*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: I really hope you see this, albeit I think you don't have my blog address. Too bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I FEEL GOOD. Oh yeah yeah SOoOOOoO GOOD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8822812-110537370238651634?l=shutthefukup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shutthefukup.blogspot.com/feeds/110537370238651634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8822812&amp;postID=110537370238651634' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8822812/posts/default/110537370238651634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8822812/posts/default/110537370238651634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shutthefukup.blogspot.com/2005/01/caveman.html' title='Caveman'/><author><name>nitekid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07713626477422713632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/267/2168/640/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8822812.post-110522468850833902</id><published>2005-01-09T05:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-09T06:54:06.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chinese New Year</title><content type='html'>Frankly speaking, I have never been so eagerly anticipating for Chinese New Year before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've absooolootly no idea why am I feeling this way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh-Uh, if you're thinking that I'm eyeing mountains of red packets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not being skeptical here. Matter of fact, red packets are somehow "depreciating" every year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I wouldn't be expecting any change either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, just what is all these hustling and bustling all about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL. Beats me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, forgive me for my bo-liao-ness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just had to let the whole world know, THAT I CAN'T FREAKING wait for that big day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 9th of February.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hooray! Exactly 1 more month. *grins*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2004 had been a year of highs and lows, ups and downs, in and out, internal and external, blah blah blah for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;There were times...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;There were times&lt;/em&gt; I was on cloud nine, seventh heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;There were times&lt;/em&gt; I needed to dig a hole and bury my head in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;There were times&lt;/em&gt; where love came knocking at my door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;There were times&lt;/em&gt; where love seemed to dissipate into the air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;There were times&lt;/em&gt; where money kept rolling in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;There were times&lt;/em&gt; I had to dig deep into my pockets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;There were times&lt;/em&gt; I could see where I was heading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;There were times&lt;/em&gt; I felt lost and helpless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me, have you ever loved and lost somebody?&lt;br /&gt;Wished there was a chance to say, "I'm sorry".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did. In 2004.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever felt your heart was breaking?&lt;br /&gt;Looking down the road you should be taking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did too. In 2004.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, I loved and lost, the day I let her go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The day of yesterday cannot be retained."&lt;br /&gt;"The day of tomorrow comes troubles and pain." (Eddy's methodology)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow pom one. I also don't know what the hell am I talking. The day of yesterday? Can't we just simply say yesterday? Haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pardon me, having mixed emotions now. Shall retire in and blog again soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever it is, I hereby wish a happy 2005 ahead for all my fellow friends. May it be a year of smooth sailing and good health and wealth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2004 is history. Fuck 2004.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here comes oh-mighty 2005.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8822812-110522468850833902?l=shutthefukup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shutthefukup.blogspot.com/feeds/110522468850833902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8822812&amp;postID=110522468850833902' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8822812/posts/default/110522468850833902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8822812/posts/default/110522468850833902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shutthefukup.blogspot.com/2005/01/chinese-new-year.html' title='Chinese New Year'/><author><name>nitekid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07713626477422713632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/267/2168/640/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8822812.post-110481844662197393</id><published>2005-01-04T13:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-04T14:11:27.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Meet the Fockers</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Meet the Fockers.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hilarious.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Advice?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MUST WATCH.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Junction 8 with Samuel yesterday afternoon to catch it. Didn't expect much from it initially.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, I came out of the cinema, very much a satisfied man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why satisfied?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Very funny. In relevance to humour, it's definitely on par with Stephen Chow's "KUNG FU".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No doubts about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Plot. Good storyline, excellent individual acting of the different characters in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. All u guys out there who haven't watch it must be expecting either Ben Stiller and/or Robert De Niro to be doing all those funny scenes to infuse a sense of humour in the show to entertain viewers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HA! Not quite right. Albeit we can't deny that they play a part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then who is the real laughing stock?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, go watch it. It wouldn't be fun if I reveal any more details,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ashhhhhh-holees (For those who know what it means.) *winks*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone watched Top Fun aka "Huan Le Dian Feng" yesterday night on channel 8?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who've seen it. You would have witnessed the clown of clowns making a fool of himself. Who is this clown then?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just for the benefit for those who are unaware of what I'm saying here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you remember seeing a guy, 28 years old, wearing a yellow swimming trunk appearing on Singapore Idol in the episode specially made to show Singapore some funny moments that took place in auditions?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you all ever noticed a guy somewhere outside TANGS located in Orchard walking around, pulling girls over to one side telling them he would like to trim their eyebrows to make them look more beautiful at $10?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes Yes... its Singapore's one and only, our super hero, Mr. Steven Lim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The clown who vowed to entertain people all his life not knowing that through his "supposed" entertainment, comes absolute irritation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, maybe there's still a handful of his fans out there. Individuals who LOVED his "irritation".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for insulting your Idol. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shan't elaborate any further. People who wish to know more about him can kindly visit his website at &lt;a href="http://www.stevenlim.net"&gt;http://www.stevenlim.net&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promise you readers, that you will know exactly what kind of a person he is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His personality, his character, his everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fock the Focking Fockers&lt;/em&gt; :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8822812-110481844662197393?l=shutthefukup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shutthefukup.blogspot.com/feeds/110481844662197393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8822812&amp;postID=110481844662197393' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8822812/posts/default/110481844662197393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8822812/posts/default/110481844662197393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shutthefukup.blogspot.com/2005/01/meet-fockers.html' title='Meet the Fockers'/><author><name>nitekid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07713626477422713632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/267/2168/640/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8822812.post-110439348343983818</id><published>2004-12-30T14:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-30T15:58:03.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sian</title><content type='html'>Wow... haven't been blogging for ages. Very sorry, been rather busy lately,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and NO, this blog isn't dead. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess where am I now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah man, in the same old lab, same old desk, in front of the same old gawd damn computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cut the crap, I shall go straight into recent significant events, and let's start with Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The snow is falling, and Christmas is near.&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't ask for more than having you here.&lt;br /&gt;Cos I miss you girl, I always will.&lt;br /&gt;And now I feel the moment is right, the moment is right...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moment to do what? You would ask. Well, the moment to move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Safe and sound night', or chinese would say 'Ping An Ye' or to put it simple, its Christmas Eve. I was contemplating whether to join Y clubbers on an eventful night at clarke quay counting down or go chiong with my chionging buds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A bit of a history first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y club is a gang of brothers and sisters formed around Christmas time in 1999. It started off with 10 members. Namely,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yongjie, Jeffrey, Samuel, Alvin On, Candy, Me, Jing Jing, Jolene, Wen Sheng, Alex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be it recess time back in sec school, outings during weekends, birthdays, this 10 people would always stick together. Everyone was indispensable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Yongjie was the first to leave us, followed shortly by Jeffrey. Both of which I've absolutely no idea why they left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last member to part was Jing Jing, mainly due to us not having a liking for her boyfriend. We were all utterly disappointed with her over this. I shan't go into details, its all in the past anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What remains now, from the initial Y club 10, is the current Y club 7.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the years flew by, everybody gets attached naturally. And so resulting in lesser time for each other as everyone would be busy with their steads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now in general, I can divide the 7 of us into 3 sub groups.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. &lt;em&gt;Candy and Alvin&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever since they got hooked with one another, they have been entering a world of their own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. &lt;em&gt;Jolene&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Same for her, ever since she had Gabriel, I only see her like once in months?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3.&lt;em&gt; Wen Sheng, Me, Alex and Samuel&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our brotherhood is still as strong albeit I would say Samuel have been busy with his own things lately and seldom meet up with us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All these years, I've spent all my Christmas Eves with Y clubbers, so why should this year be any different?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be honest, deep down inside me, there's this overwhelming intuition telling me Y club is splitting. In fact, that feeling has been lingering for quite some time already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very sad indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nowadays whenever there's a club gathering, be it brothers or sisters birthdays or just any other outing, I feel that everyone is just putting up a front pretending to be very close like how we were in the past. Although it's not very blatant to say the least, we really can't deny the fact that the gap actually exists. I know the gang is trying hard to conceal it, but how long can we hide?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, after giving much thought, I decided not to change my Christmas custom. Simply because brothers are forever. (Notice the fact I said brothers only?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met up with Wen Sheng first. We were sitting on a couch waiting for Alvin and Candy to come, when an idea struck me. There was this group of young teens selling those spray foams at 5 for $10. I persuaded Wen Sheng to buy although he was quite reluctant initially. The idea of course, was to bombard Y clubbers during midnight as I presumed they wouldn't be prepared for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lo and behold, I was damn right. When the clock struck twelve, it was time for FOAM WAR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muahaha, I took out 2 cans, shook them vigorously before going on a spraying spree where everyone was trying to run away from me. TeeHeeHee. *grins*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was very fun and signs of old days coming back were at sight, but I knew it was only for that moment. Sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone was fucking hungry after that and we proceeded to fill our stomachs at Satay King.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fucking hell, a plate of mee goreng plus sunny side up cost a massive $6.50!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it wasn't any much different from the ones we eat at normal coffeeshops. In fact, the serving was slightly lesser. @#$%@#!@!#&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ta-dah! Time to exchange presents! We exchanged presents via the musical chair format.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allow me to elaborate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One person will play music with his or her back facing the group in a circle. The the group will pass the present around until the music stops. (The one playing the music can stop anytime he/she likes) And so the one holding the present when the music stops belongs to him/her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a famous amos cookies brought LAST MINUTE by Wen Sheng. Eh-hem. *rolls eyes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the one so luckily got my chinese version of 'Fererro Rocher', "Jinuo Cocher" is none other than Sam the Man. Muahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the package was quite obvious and everyone knew it was Rocher. All of them were laughing the heads off when it was time to pass my pressie around. The present only circulated for a few rounds before Sam got it. For your info, the music hadn't stop, but when Sam wanted to pass the present to Alvin, he backed off laughing like a moron. Then Sam handed it to Candy, who in turn retreated a few steps back, chuckling away. In the end Sam turned to Jolene, who 'monkey see monkey do', ran away in opposite direction. Hahaha... buey tahan. In the end, when the music stopped, poor Sam had to resign to fate that the present is his to keep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Expecting a Ferrero Rocher to emerge from the wrapper, to his surprise and everyone else's horror, out comes a similar box of nicely silver wrapped round chocolates, and on the front written nicely were the words, 'JINUO CHOCHER'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone nearly die laughing, claiming I bought a pirated version of rocher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha... what a day!   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8822812-110439348343983818?l=shutthefukup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shutthefukup.blogspot.com/feeds/110439348343983818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8822812&amp;postID=110439348343983818' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8822812/posts/default/110439348343983818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8822812/posts/default/110439348343983818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shutthefukup.blogspot.com/2004/12/sian.html' title='Sian'/><author><name>nitekid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07713626477422713632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/267/2168/640/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8822812.post-110257728102403500</id><published>2004-12-09T14:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-09T15:28:01.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boring</title><content type='html'>I'm bored. Fucking bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doing what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ABSOLUTELY NOTHING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gawd. School don't suck. Timetable sucks. Big time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many fucking useless breaks in between lessons. I can start school as early as 9am in the morning and dismiss at 5pm. Hmm... let me count. 1...2...3...4...5...6...7...8! Oh yeah 8 freaking hours including breaks. U must be thinking OH! Then I should be having maybe 7 hours or AT LEAST, 6 hours of classes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its only half the time. 4 hours of classes only. 2 hours of lab, 1 hour of lecture and another hour of tutorial. The rest of the time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SLACK LOR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What more can I do? Most of my poly pals have all graduated. Its unlike the past anymore where you will meet up with different buddies at different days for lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well its not so much about meeting friends for lunch. Bottomline being,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FAST system SUCK to the core of the gawd damn earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its simply a waste of student's precious time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I truly regret. I regret not coming to school more often in the 2 semesters that I retained. All because I was lazy to attend class. In the end got myself debarred from exams. Worse part is, I wasn't even allowed to take supplementary exams, which most cases of debarrment would have been permitted to sit for supp albeit you cannot take your main exams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cos I was debarred for too many papers, 3 to be exact. ALL 3 examinable subjects. POWER huh? They gave me a direct repeat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I did it on Year 2 Sem 1. And OPPS I did it again, on Year 3 Sem 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A fucker who doesn't learn his lesson right? Yeah, serve me right. I have to admit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, as a result of my moment of folly and pure stupidity, I have to endure long hours of "Zho Bo" and self indulgence in school, loittering around like a person who lost his way in school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Laymen's terms, I'm acting like a freshmen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well... luckily for me, Rey is still here to accompany me for my lunch when our breaks coincide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or should I say, unfortunately there's only Rey? Haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya, there's still Jeremy and Ricky, my 2 chionging buds, but their breaks don't match mine for most of the days. The most I see them once a week. Sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For your info, I'm currently in the school's free access lab surfing net, in the midst of a 3 hour break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel good. So good. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8822812-110257728102403500?l=shutthefukup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shutthefukup.blogspot.com/feeds/110257728102403500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8822812&amp;postID=110257728102403500' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8822812/posts/default/110257728102403500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8822812/posts/default/110257728102403500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shutthefukup.blogspot.com/2004/12/boring.html' title='Boring'/><author><name>nitekid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07713626477422713632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/267/2168/640/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8822812.post-110219965384880764</id><published>2004-12-05T06:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-05T06:34:13.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'>5th Month</title><content type='html'>Today, the 5th of December was our supposed 5th month. Well then again, life's full of unexpectations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I'm still trying to adapt to life without her by my side, it seems that now I have more time for my bruddars and friends, because I devoted most of my time to her in the past. Come to think of it, I was indeed that little selfish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well... its already the past. So why bother?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We live in the present, so what's important is not what happened yesterday, but things that are happening today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's my life, it's now or never.&lt;br /&gt;I ain't gonna live forever.&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna live when I'm alive...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This should be the spirit. Whenever u encounter hurdles, move on. Jump over it. Never let it hinder ur way to live life to the fullest. Cos we don't live forever. If we don't live now, then when will it be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nah, we're not even certain that there will be one after we die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a chinese saying,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"jin zhao you jiu jin zhao zui, ming ri chou lai ming ri dang."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Direct translation from English would be,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Today got beer today drink, tomorrow problems tomorrow settle."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is short. It really is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today went to Oldman's Pub again with Eric and gang. Going out with them is never dull. Never short of laughter. And never debating on who pays more and who pays less. They are indeed a bunch of selfless bruddars to me. In the midst of despair and unhappiness, there's always them to brighten up your day. Simply great friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did the usual. Sang songs, play cards, drink beer and crack jokes. After which we proceed to fill our stomach with dian xin at Geylang, before sending them home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its another weekend gone. And great, I'm going back to school on Monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sad.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8822812-110219965384880764?l=shutthefukup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shutthefukup.blogspot.com/feeds/110219965384880764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8822812&amp;postID=110219965384880764' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8822812/posts/default/110219965384880764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8822812/posts/default/110219965384880764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shutthefukup.blogspot.com/2004/12/5th-month.html' title='5th Month'/><author><name>nitekid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07713626477422713632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/267/2168/640/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8822812.post-110126606503105014</id><published>2004-11-23T10:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-24T17:40:53.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Its been a long time</title><content type='html'>Wow... its been a week since I last blogged. Hmm... I hereby shall make it a point to blog often if not it would be pointless to have one anyway. Right then, where shall I kick start?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe something about my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past week had been melancholy and dreadful. I've been struggling to find the inner self confidence that I once possessed. Appearing to be OK in front of friends yet you really can't deceive your closest brothers no matter how hard you hide your feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It suddenly dawned on me that no matter what happens, even if the sky falls, there's always your good brothers standing beside you, through times of difficulty and hardship. I would like to express my gratitude towards u-know-who-u-are. You guys have been nothing short of GREAT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well... amongst all these sadness. I would like to break a good news for a change of mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;I pass my supplementary exam! Hooray!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;In other words, I'm proceeding to my Year 3 Sem 2. The last hurdle to my diploma. After which I'm over and done with SCHOOL. Muahaha... its a joy but just the beginning of a dreaded 2 years of National Service. Sigh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets talk about something funny that took place a while ago while I was driving to AMK interchange for a meal at MacDonalds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was this typical all black Subaru Wrx tailing me for quite some distance while I was on my way back. I was quite puzzled until it suddenly started to look quite familiar. YES! How could I forget it? The car plate, the body kit, and the words "Team Trick" sticked onto the bumper of the car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The car that is always found parking at the lot opposite my house. I've seen it numerous times but never the owner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outta curiosity, in an attempt to catch a glimpse of the "wonderful car" owner, (notice I highlighted the words wonderful car because I am not implying that the owner is wonderful. Haha!) I decided to drive to HIS parking lot, assuming that he or she is going home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Voila!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was right, he was right at my back all the time until I reached the destination. I parked my car in just a few moments, waiting for that mysterious guy to park his too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surprisingly, that guy took an awful long time. I was waiting in anticipation, what kind of a person is he? Is he young? Sporty? Handsome? All these answers to my doubts were going to be unveiled in a moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I waited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The car finally stopped. The door swung open instantly. And out comes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*drums rolling*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A LAO AH PEK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omfg. I gasped in horror and disbelief. Totally dumbfounded. When I suddenly realise what was happening, I burst from a small chuckle to a thunderous roar of laughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really buey tahan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ah pek looked to be at least 60 plus. I really salute him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, something caught my eye again. There were 2 black stickers, one at each of the 2 side mirrors. I strained my eyes to have a better look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time round, I really could not control myself any longer. I had to bend down and laugh so that no one in the right frame of mind would see someone laughing alone in his car and deemed it insanity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those were black Mashimaro stickers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8822812-110126606503105014?l=shutthefukup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shutthefukup.blogspot.com/feeds/110126606503105014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8822812&amp;postID=110126606503105014' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8822812/posts/default/110126606503105014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8822812/posts/default/110126606503105014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shutthefukup.blogspot.com/2004/11/its-been-long-time_23.html' title='Its been a long time'/><author><name>nitekid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07713626477422713632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/267/2168/640/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8822812.post-110066887064622542</id><published>2004-11-16T13:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-17T14:25:12.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Disappointed</title><content type='html'>Down and depressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My girl disappointed and upsetted me again. This time round I dunno what to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was sick for 3 fuken days last week. First nite, I SMSed her informing her about my illness. I was fuken weak and my whole body ached like hell. I was &lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/text/search.php?qq=Bed" target="_blank"&gt;bed&lt;/a&gt;ridden if u had read my previous post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe because my replies to her SMS were short and simple, mostly 1 sentence, she thot I dun care for her, and can't be bothered. Why can't she be a little more understanding? I swore my head planned to explode on me man. I can't even think well, and I felt so awfully AWFUL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next day, she didn't call nor SMS me the whole day. And so was the 3rd. I was fuken pissed that she didn't show any care and concern for me. She did not even drop by to have a look at me. What kinda gf is this? Sigh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thot she would be the last gf I would ever wanna have. I'm so sick of getting attached so many times and breaking up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She would always say I dun love her. She didn't know I love her with all I have. Why can't she just believe that I fuken love her maybe not very very very very very much, but at least more than any other I loved before. Loving someone doesn't mean showing it. It resides in the heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mum likes her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad likes her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even my maid likes her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It looks like I'm so wrong yet again in my choice. Maybe it isn't her fault at all. It just wouldn't work out. We shall see...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thot by bringing her along for the Genting trip, we would get closer. I was very very happy during the stay. I thot she felt so too. I dunno why it turn out like that when we come back. Apparently, it didn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss her damn bloody much. I dunno if she misses me too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe its about time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should make her hate me so she would feel better if I end it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having deep thots now, no mood to blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart aches whenever I think about my high hopes for her, as a gf, as a future wife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiz... its all fated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shall blog again when I have the mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TataZz.... Good day everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8822812-110066887064622542?l=shutthefukup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shutthefukup.blogspot.com/feeds/110066887064622542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8822812&amp;postID=110066887064622542' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8822812/posts/default/110066887064622542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8822812/posts/default/110066887064622542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shutthefukup.blogspot.com/2004/11/disappointed.html' title='Disappointed'/><author><name>nitekid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07713626477422713632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/267/2168/640/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8822812.post-110021973016379922</id><published>2004-11-12T03:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-13T13:30:01.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad luck</title><content type='html'>Alrite, lets talk about &lt;strong&gt;bad luck&lt;/strong&gt; today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy u gotta believe, that if u're really down on luck, (direct translation from the famous hokkien proverb Qi Jiao Bian Gong Kuey) "U feed bird also can become rooster."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeh. Its that bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I've returned from Genting for some time already and didn't blog till now is because I was bedridden for the past few days. Feeble, having a slight fever and a fucking migraine that kept recurring whenever my head moves from a lower amplitude to a higher one. To make things worse, I experienced tremendous aching in the muscles in all parts of the body at night when I'm tucked in my oh-so-comfy bed. It was truly a nightmare. I suspect I had some viral infection but didnt seek medical assistance. In the end, I was homebound for 3 fucking days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn! On a public holiday eve I am actually at home instead of drowning myself with cups of Martell cum coke, and having fun outside? U gotta be kidding man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bad luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pls allow me to digress. I suddenly thought of commenting about medical assistance. How many times outta 10 would u dare say that u're truly sick when u're consulting a doctor? 1? 2? All? Tsk tsk... for me, its 1 outta 10.&lt;br /&gt;Hmm... I smell truancy. = p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back on track, I actually managed to sneak into the gargantuan &lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/text/search.php?qq=casino" target="_blank"&gt;casino&lt;/a&gt; at Genting hotel. I was like WAHhhhhhhHHhHh the moment I passed the security site. Its really &lt;strong&gt;HUGE&lt;/strong&gt; compared to the cruise &lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/text/search.php?qq=casino" target="_blank"&gt;casino&lt;/a&gt; that I used to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, this might sound contradicting, I succeeded in escaping the jaws of getting caught by those oh-so-fierce guards when I'm underage and I call this unlucky? No, I didnt type wrongly, read on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I befriended a couple on the tour bus and we agreed to stick together thruout the stay. Apparently, the guy is 4 years older than me and his gf is of the same age as mine. LOL. But we felt comfortable with each other la. So everything was fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When night fell, the 2 girls went to do their own shopping while the 2 of us tackled the &lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/text/search.php?qq=casino" target="_blank"&gt;casino&lt;/a&gt; by storm. Haha... we decided on forking out 200RM each cos thats all I have, making up 400RM in total for our capital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to the Black Jack's section and settled there. Initially, we kept winning. We always got 19, 20 or 21 points. God knows, our luck took a dramatic U turn. The winning streak turned to a losing one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got 20 points but the banker got 21.&lt;br /&gt;we got 21 points, and yet again, the banker pulled of a stunt by getting Black Jack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bad luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What to do? We were getting more and more agitated by the moment. In the end, we were each left with a 100RM. Fuming already, we couldn't care any less and tossed the final 2 100RM chips onto the table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The banker dealed the cards...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*drums roll*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES! We got an "Ace" for the first card. In our hearts, we were crying out harmoniously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"AH PEK! AH PEK! AH PEK! AH PEK! AH PEK! AH PEK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The banker flipped open the second card for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ace" again!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By singaporeans style, we should have jumped up in joy, savouring the moment we got a "BAN BAN" right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TRIPLE LEHX!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeh dream on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Theres no such thing as "BAN BAN" in &lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/text/search.php?qq=casino" target="_blank"&gt;casino&lt;/a&gt;s. U either split or take it as 2 points.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of cos la, anybody in the right frame of mind would have chosen spilt ma, if 2 Ah Pek come u get paid 4 times ma. Right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah... we digged into our pockets and stared at each other for a moment...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hahahahahahaha, BO LUI AH!" (No money)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Song bo! We no money spilt lehx!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just for consumers info, in order to split, u have to place another additional amount depending on how much u've bet. In this case, we have to come up with another 200RM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great! We were broke. How on earth we dig out another 200RM? What the fuck? What we gonna do? We were like cursing and swearing, but there was nothing we could do but acknowledge the cards as 2 points so the banker could continue dealing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sir no split?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*shows a passing hand sign* (meaning no)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Banker deals cards...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First one, QUEEN OF HEARTS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"wahhhhh" Everyone on the table chorused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Stay or pull Sir?" The banker asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*taps the table indicating a pull*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;QUEEN OF SPADES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time round, a much much louder "WAhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh" from the crowds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Too much, 22 points", The banker hastily swept our chips aside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We stoned for a moment, before my friend blurted out,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"KAN NI NA, SIBEI SUEY LEHX!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he continued to curse and curse as we made our way back to the hotel room. Can u believe this? If we had splitted, we would have paid 4 times more already, as we would have 2 Black Jacks. Wtf is going on man?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SUPER bad luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very tired. Turning in. Nites everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8822812-110021973016379922?l=shutthefukup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shutthefukup.blogspot.com/feeds/110021973016379922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8822812&amp;postID=110021973016379922' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8822812/posts/default/110021973016379922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8822812/posts/default/110021973016379922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shutthefukup.blogspot.com/2004/11/bad-luck.html' title='Bad luck'/><author><name>nitekid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07713626477422713632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/267/2168/640/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8822812.post-109953585649043173</id><published>2004-11-04T06:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-04T22:38:22.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Talk cock session</title><content type='html'>My japanese name is &lt;b&gt;中村 Nakamura (center of the village) 拓海 Takumi (open sea)&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;Take&lt;/a&gt; your real japanese name generator! today!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;Created with &lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;Rum&lt;/a&gt; and Monkey&lt;/a&gt;'s &lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;Name&lt;/a&gt; Generator Generator&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol... my jap name is Takumi. Haha... wad a coincidence. The downhill specialist in Initial D driving the old yet invincible Trueno 86 is also called Takumi. Fujiwara Takumi. Hehe, dun be mistaken, I'm not trying to be BHB here. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever wondered who parks better? Males or females? Well stop debating and arguing. Take ur test &lt;a href="http://adverts.freeloader.com/zurich"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;here&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; to find out who is better. All the best!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yawnzz... its already 1am in the morning. 4 and half more hours to dawn. I'm sitting down here contemplating whether to grab a can of coke for a chill or to pop a ciggi and shack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh... in other words, I'm SIAN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still pretty much short of 'fully packed' for my Genting trip in erm... 43 hours time. I'm just too lazy to move every inch of my muscles. Sad to say, I dun even feel turned on for this trip. No adrenalin rush at all. Dunno why...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Digression aside, I wanna talk about a short conversation I had with my friend today who insisted that he wun go for girls who are non-virgins. I shot him back right at his face claiming that his thinking was too childish and self centered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was how it went when we came to this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: &lt;em&gt;"Wtf? U mean u wun be with a girl who is not a virgin?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friend: &lt;em&gt;"Of cos la! Siao, y waste time on them? Cb they dunno give how many guys fuck b4 liao." &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was flabbergasted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: &lt;em&gt;"Wah lan how can u be so selfish? U expect ur gf to be a virgin when u urself aint one, crap lor."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friend: &lt;em&gt;"How can lidat compare? They sit and pee and we stand and pee wan lehx. Arbo call MALE and FEMALE. DUH!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point of the conversation, I wanted to give up. There's no point in knocking some sense into a dumbfuck like him, albeit I didn't. Cos I felt this guy needs to wake up his fucking idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: &lt;em&gt;"Wah u cannot make it la. Ok la I give u an example. Your current gf was a virgin before she know u rite?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friend: &lt;em&gt;"Ya." &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: &lt;em&gt;"Lidat means when u if touchwood la, one day break up with her. The next guy that comes along to woo her cannot do so la? Cos she non-virgin liao ma. Then in the end all virgin marys in Singaporore no more liao u going to other countries find gf izzit? Siao bo? U eat shit grow up wan izzit?" &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friend: &lt;em&gt;"Lidat bo pian lor, what to do? Aiyah my thinking is lidat la, other guys go sian her when I break up with her mind or dun mind she virgin anot not my tai ji wad. Different people different thinking ma." &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was taken aback by his reply, but I concur. Different people do have different thinkings. Be it good or bad, right or wrong, everyone has the right to persist on his or her own view. There's nothing wrong in it, anyway, we are living in a democratic country afterall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I retorted: &lt;em&gt;"Aiyah whatever la, u this kinda thinking sibei jia lat man. U go tell this to girls, they will 1 by 1 come slap u till u wake up. Haha... cannot make it la u."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End of conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I suppose maybe u girls out there would like to protest towards such skeptical attitude that subverts the whole foundation of female pride. U can do so in the comments section. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does it really concern u whether ur partner is or is not a virgin?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If u love him/her, does it matter?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If u matter, does it mean that u dun love him/her?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its a debatable question, just like when u ask,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chicks first?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/267/2168/150/Chicks.1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eggs first?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/267/2168/150/Egg.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe my answer for this is chicks first. Just like how O'mighty God in heaven created us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to Christianity, Adam and Eve were the first creations of mankind. So, with this theory or fact if u call it as I aint a christian, I conclude that God initially created 2 chicks too, a rooster and a hen before they bore eggs and carried on the chicken family line. Sounds absurd? Hehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something to put a smile on Man United fans faces, its Manchester United 4-1 Sparta Prague.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Err... or shud I say, Ruud Van Nistelrooy 4-1 Sparta Prague.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeh man, he scored all 4 of Man U's goals. Maybe we shud start singing the theme song for him:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Its Marvellous, what ruuddy, can DO FOR U!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet again, Ruud the mad scorer! The goal poacher! The ultimate finisher! Or whatever u call him. How many times have we seen that? It's just awesome. 41 goals in 45 champions league matches. What a record. He is only 8 goals behind all time top scorer in champions league, Raul Gonzalez of Real Madrid, whose tally of goals shot up to 49 today BUT, in 93 matches. Thats the statistic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sooner or later, he will overtake him. Thats for sure. Simply fantastic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never mind about the hype surrounding the latest Man U transfer Wayne Rooney.&lt;br /&gt;Never mind that Rooney is priced at 25 million pounds compared to Van Nistelrooy's 18.&lt;br /&gt;Never mind that Van Nistelrooy is 10 years older than Rooney.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He just showed today who is BOSS in Man U's 60 million pounds strikeforce. And who else? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He will be hailed as one of the all time greatest strikers in football history. No doubts about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the way Ruud! And pls dun be &lt;strong&gt;Rude&lt;/strong&gt; to the ref or u will be booked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL. Nites everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8822812-109953585649043173?l=shutthefukup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shutthefukup.blogspot.com/feeds/109953585649043173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8822812&amp;postID=109953585649043173' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8822812/posts/default/109953585649043173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8822812/posts/default/109953585649043173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shutthefukup.blogspot.com/2004/11/talk-cock-session_04.html' title='Talk cock session'/><author><name>nitekid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07713626477422713632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/267/2168/640/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8822812.post-109928867692653491</id><published>2004-11-01T13:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-02T05:25:44.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sad... </title><content type='html'>What a sad day for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After days of revision and self studying, I thought I was ready enough to at least get a pass for my C&amp;amp;CS supp paper. Boy was I wrong. Terribly wrong. I believe I scored for section C, but fucking things do happen for example u dun know how to do a single question in section B at all. Yeah, its a fucked up world, a fucked up subject cum a fucked up paper setter. Oh suck it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well it ain't true that I didn't prepare sufficiently. In fact, I went thru all the past year papers I have in hand and practise and practise and practise the same questions over and over again so as to be sure that I throughly understoodED it. I hadnt slept for the past 22 hours and it seems I've transformed into a giant panda over the nite. Sian... exam sucks to the core of the god damn earth. Arghhhh!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wonder y exam questions normally dun come out the ones that u prepared for. Its a "suey" world man. Ok no... EVERYTIME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe everyone experienced it before. U study those real difficult ones yet what eventually came out were questions that were relatively easy. Easy in a way u got stuck, and haven any idea how the fuck to solve such an easy one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe the questions that came out weren't what u anticipated, or the "format" for a particular question is kinda unfamiliar to u as compared to the past year papers that u had gone thru.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, u cursed and sweared after u got out of the exam hall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why the setter set such a twisted question?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I know its easy! But I fucking dun know how to do!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Cb lor... this type of questions nv see before lehx!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha! Well, thats life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 2 weeks time, I will know whether I'll be shaving my head bald anot. U can say I'm nervous and scared, but there is nothing I can do but to cross my fingers and pray. Someone help me!!! Sigh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No mood to blog already, going to catch some sleep to rest my heavy black eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laterz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8822812-109928867692653491?l=shutthefukup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shutthefukup.blogspot.com/feeds/109928867692653491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8822812&amp;postID=109928867692653491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8822812/posts/default/109928867692653491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8822812/posts/default/109928867692653491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shutthefukup.blogspot.com/2004/11/sad.html' title='Sad... '/><author><name>nitekid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07713626477422713632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/267/2168/640/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8822812.post-109897773191005002</id><published>2004-10-28T19:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-28T23:49:04.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Joke of the day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Joke of the day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Singaporean was on holiday in Malaysia. He was having his coffee, croissants, bread, butter &amp; jam at the hotel's coffee house. A Malaysian man who was &lt;strong&gt;chewing gum&lt;/strong&gt;, sat down next to him &amp;amp; started a casual conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malaysian : "You Singaporeans eat the whole bread?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singaporean : "Of course."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malaysian : "We don't. In Malaysia, we only eat what's inside. The crusts we collect in a container, recycle it, transform them into croissants &amp; sell them across to Singapore..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Malaysian then had a smirk on his face while the Singaporean listened in silence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malaysian : "Do you eat the jam with the bread?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singaporean : "Of course."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malaysian (chuckling) : "We don't.. In Malaysia, we eat fresh fruits for breakfast, then we put all the peels, seeds &amp;amp; other left-overs in a container, recycle them, transform them into jam, before we sell it across to Singapore..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time, the Singaporean retorted: "Do you have &lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/text/search.php?qq=Sex" target="_blank"&gt;sex&lt;/a&gt; in Malaysia?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malaysian : "Why, of course we do!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singaporean : "Do you wear protection."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malaysian : "Of course! We wear condoms."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singaporean : "And what do you do with the condoms once you've used them?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malaysian : "We throw them away, of course."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singaporean : "We don't. In Singapore, the government secretly puts them in a container, recycles them, melt them down into chewing gums &amp; sell them across to Malaysia, &amp;amp; that's the real reason why we banned chewing gum in Singapore."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now we know why the government DIE DIE don't wanna sell chewing gum in Singapore. Muahaha... :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8822812-109897773191005002?l=shutthefukup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shutthefukup.blogspot.com/feeds/109897773191005002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8822812&amp;postID=109897773191005002' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8822812/posts/default/109897773191005002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8822812/posts/default/109897773191005002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shutthefukup.blogspot.com/2004/10/joke-of-day_28.html' title='Joke of the day'/><author><name>nitekid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07713626477422713632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/267/2168/640/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8822812.post-109873947447585586</id><published>2004-10-25T01:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-27T01:57:54.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Man U rocks!</title><content type='html'>Weeee... Man U rocks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw... its &lt;strong&gt;Manchester United 2-0 Arsenal. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hee... something for Man U fans to grin about. Ah... the taste of revenge is sweet. For those who recalled last season's fixture at Old Trafford too. The score was 0-0, courtesy of a Ruud Van Nistelrooy missed penalty. And boy... did those Arsenal players react "hooliganly" the moment the ball was thundered against the post and quickly swept out of play by dunno which Arsenal defender. They gathered around him, scowled, shoved, and mocked at his miss. If that wasn't bad enough, one of them still pushed him to the ground. Gosh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holy fucken shit. Professional footballers, for a renowned club behaving like this? Many deemed this as the worse scene anyone had ever witnessed during a match. Totally intolerable and outrageous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, there's a chinese saying "you yin bi you guo", u reaped what u sowed. Its true, and justice was done today. When Wayne Rooney was judged to have been tripped by Sol Campbell in the penalty area and the referee pointed to the spot immediately without hesitation, the stadium roared. Never mind if many argued that Rooney had dived. It ain't significant at all. The point is, its judgement day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And who other than Mr. Ruud Van Nistelrooy to step out and take the penalty again. A deja vu I suppose...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hands clasped, fingers crossed, and heartbeats stopped for a second. The whole stadium went into a moment of tranquility. They watched as Van Nistelrooy placed the ball on the spot and walked a few steps back waiting for the whistle to be blown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PEE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOAAAAAAAAAALLLLLLLLLLLL!!!!!!!!!! The frontman successfully sent the keeper the wrong way and the crowd instantly broke into cries of joy. And who would be more emotional than the striker himself. He skidded along the grass and knelt in front of the supporters, clenched his fists and cried aloud. "Ahhhhh!!!!!!!" Lol. I think it meant more to him than anyone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wayne Rooney wrapped the match by scoring from close range via a well-timed pass from Alan Smith.&lt;br /&gt;Well it doesn't matter if he scored.&lt;br /&gt;The plot had already been played.&lt;br /&gt;The ending was already set.&lt;br /&gt;And victory to the &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Red Devils! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8822812-109873947447585586?l=shutthefukup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shutthefukup.blogspot.com/feeds/109873947447585586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8822812&amp;postID=109873947447585586' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8822812/posts/default/109873947447585586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8822812/posts/default/109873947447585586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shutthefukup.blogspot.com/2004/10/man-u-rocks.html' title='Man U rocks!'/><author><name>nitekid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07713626477422713632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/267/2168/640/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8822812.post-109838562344580426</id><published>2004-10-21T23:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-28T00:29:39.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First Blog </title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hehe... finally got my blog up. Been pondering for ages whether to start one, cos I'm those 'lazy bones' type for those who know me. Anyway, blogging seems to be the trend nowadays, so I decided to start one, and being the 'webby nerd' that I am, I had a hard time struggling to get it done, even though I'm still not satisfied enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, got my exam results today through sms, was kinda disappointed yet relieved cos I've only got one supplementary paper (Hee... was expecting more). Phew... Here are my results:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Circuit &amp; Control Systems: F&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Routing &amp;amp; Switching: D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Quality Engineering: D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unexpected and queer things do happen every now and then. My results are an example. I studied C&amp;CS overnight at Chen Cheng's place as my bunch of China friends are quite good at it. I memorized all the steps to counter to different problems. I even slept with the book and 'accidentally yet knowingly' fell asleep, cos I was just too tired. Nevertheless, I walked into the exam hall confident, to say the least. God knows when I skimmed through the exam script studying the questions, I &lt;strong&gt;SNOOKED&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mind blacked out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every single shit that I studied the night before seemed to be overwriten by white blanks. I clasped my hands in disbelief and cry in my heart. Oh God, save me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the paper, my friends were like smiling and asking me how did I fare? Seeing their cheery faces made me felt like smacking them. *Piak Piak* OoOoO... that would be a great way of venting my anger. Hoho... Anyway, I replied hastily,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Up the lorry la!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya, I nearly forgot to add an important role that a teacher or dunno what admin played in. The one setting the time slots for different papers for our school of Engine must be a cockanardon cum fuckanathan cum chee bye kia. I only had 2 papers. AND... they happened to fall in the same day. &lt;strong&gt;WTF&lt;/strong&gt; right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next up is Routing. LOL... unlike my C&amp;amp;CS, I didn't prepare for this paper &lt;strong&gt;AT ALL&lt;/strong&gt;. Yes its true. I went to the library to find Alex about 1 and half hours before the paper wanting to do some last min revision. In the end... I went to pop a ciggi. Haha! Reason being... I felt hopeless and I didn't wanna waste time studying for something which I've no chance in passing. For the 3 hour paper, I've been scribbling nonsense after nonsense. Muahaha... as Routing is sort of a theory subject, I tried to answer all the questions in a logical and sensible way. To my surprise, I actually sat in the exam hall for 2 hours and 45 mins compared to the 1 hour that I told Alex before I went in. Tsk Tsk...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Lo and Behold! I passed...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Moral of the story today: Studying doesn't necessary pass u, but craps do. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8822812-109838562344580426?l=shutthefukup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shutthefukup.blogspot.com/feeds/109838562344580426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8822812&amp;postID=109838562344580426' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8822812/posts/default/109838562344580426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8822812/posts/default/109838562344580426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shutthefukup.blogspot.com/2004/10/first-blog.html' title='First Blog '/><author><name>nitekid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07713626477422713632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/267/2168/640/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
