<?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-11139550</id><updated>2011-04-21T21:18:50.968-07:00</updated><title type='text'>shizz</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-once-dead.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11139550/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-once-dead.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Melvin screamed inwards at</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16739527580184588487</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>97</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11139550.post-115789488623607151</id><published>2006-09-10T06:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-10T06:28:06.246-07:00</updated><title type='text'>to you (:</title><content type='html'>kokoro kara kimi wo ai shiteru&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it means, "I'm loving you with all my heart."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i mean it (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i &lt;3 you stinkyass :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11139550-115789488623607151?l=the-once-dead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-once-dead.blogspot.com/feeds/115789488623607151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11139550&amp;postID=115789488623607151' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11139550/posts/default/115789488623607151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11139550/posts/default/115789488623607151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-once-dead.blogspot.com/2006/09/to-you.html' title='to you (:'/><author><name>Melvin screamed inwards at</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16739527580184588487</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-11139550.post-115788259395975268</id><published>2006-09-10T03:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-10T03:03:13.983-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lala? lala. lala!</title><content type='html'>I'm bored, bored, BORED!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I've gotta study but I can't seem to put my mind into anything -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaaah sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO! I've decided to do this uhh.. quiz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heres goes,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!START BZOINK.COM SURVEY CODE&gt;&lt;table&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;45 of the most random things you probably never needed to know about someone&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;whats your name spelt backwards?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;nivlem &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;What did you do last night?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;watch soccer, sleep. (: &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;The last thing you downloaded onto your computer?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;a picture xD &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Have you ever licked a 9 volt battery?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;nope. but it sounds cool. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Last time you swam in a pool?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;i dont know. might some time during the tournament? &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;What are you wearing?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;a diesel tee (: &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;How many cars have you owned?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;i don't know. at least 10. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Type of music you dislike most?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;punk rock. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Are you registered to vote?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;nope &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Do you have cable?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;what kind?  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;What kind of computer do you use?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;i use a user-friendly computer. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Ever made a prank phone call?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;YES :D &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;You like anyone right now?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;no. i'm loving someone now. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Would you go bungee jumping or sky diving?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;both xD &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Furthest place you ever traveled?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;USA &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;What's your favorite comic strip?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;dont know &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Do u know all the words to the national anthem?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;think so  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Shower, morning or night?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;night &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Best movie you've seen in the past month?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Little Man. cos thats the only movie i've seen -.- &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Favorite pizza toppings?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;cheese, bacon, pineapple :D &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Chips or popcorn?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;BOTH! &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;What cell phone provider do you have?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;samsung -.- &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Have you ever smoked peanut shells?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;nah thats stupid. i'd rather smoke turtle shells. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Have you ever been in a beauty pageant?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;its man hunt. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Orange Juice or apple?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;both (: i ain't picky. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Who were the last people you sat at lunch with?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;no idea. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;favorite chocolate bar?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;no preference. i love all chocolates xD &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Who is your longest friend and how long?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;not exactly sure. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Last time you ate a homegrown tomato?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;never. aaaah. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Have you ever won a trophy?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;YES! I GOT THE PREVIOUS ONE ON APRIL 13TH &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Favorite arcade game?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;BISHI BASHI CHAMPS HOOOOO!! &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Ever ordered from an infomercial?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;uh? &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Sprite or 7-UP?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;7-up xD &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Have you ever had to wear a uniform to school/work?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;no i only wear my underpants. -.- &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Last thing you bought at Walgreens?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;nothing. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Ever thrown up in public?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;no idea. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Would you prefer being a millionaire or finding true love?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;true love &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Do you believe in love at first sight?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;not really. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;SPONGEBOB OR JIMMY NEUTRON?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;SPONGEBOB! &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Did you have long hair as a young kid?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;my mum dont allow -.- &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;What message is on your voicemail machine?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;"Hello this number does not exists anymore. Please leave your message after the beep." *beep &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Where would you like to go right now?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;:D &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Whats  the name of your  pet?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;i used to have an online pig called valerie &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;What kind of back pack do you have, and what's in it?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;paper, paper, and more paper. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;What do you think about most?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;(: &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bzoink.com/S57039/45_of_the_most_random_things_you_probably_never_needed_to_know_about_someone.html" title="45 of the most random things you probably never needed to know about someone"&gt;Take this survey&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a href="http://www.bzoink.com/surveys" title="Bzoink Surveys"&gt;Find more surveys&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've been totally &lt;a href="http://www.bzoink.com" title="Bzoink"&gt;Bzoink*d&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;!END BZOINK.COM SURVEY CODE&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11139550-115788259395975268?l=the-once-dead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-once-dead.blogspot.com/feeds/115788259395975268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11139550&amp;postID=115788259395975268' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11139550/posts/default/115788259395975268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11139550/posts/default/115788259395975268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-once-dead.blogspot.com/2006/09/lala-lala-lala.html' title='Lala? lala. lala!'/><author><name>Melvin screamed inwards at</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16739527580184588487</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-11139550.post-115777958039654652</id><published>2006-09-08T22:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-08T22:26:20.406-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ditto.</title><content type='html'>Looks at the post below ._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speak for yourself  my dear =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe. You rock! &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11139550-115777958039654652?l=the-once-dead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-once-dead.blogspot.com/feeds/115777958039654652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11139550&amp;postID=115777958039654652' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11139550/posts/default/115777958039654652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11139550/posts/default/115777958039654652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-once-dead.blogspot.com/2006/09/ditto.html' title='Ditto.'/><author><name>Melvin screamed inwards at</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16739527580184588487</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-11139550.post-115772842780211867</id><published>2006-09-08T08:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-08T08:25:11.666-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ah Junkai must be sleeping like a pig now.&lt;br /&gt;=x&lt;br /&gt;actually he already is XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:tahoma;font-size:85%;"  &gt;9moredays(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11139550-115772842780211867?l=the-once-dead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-once-dead.blogspot.com/feeds/115772842780211867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11139550&amp;postID=115772842780211867' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11139550/posts/default/115772842780211867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11139550/posts/default/115772842780211867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-once-dead.blogspot.com/2006/09/ah-junkai-must-be-sleeping-like-pig.html' title=''/><author><name>Melvin screamed inwards at</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16739527580184588487</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-11139550.post-115753032755883905</id><published>2006-09-06T01:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-06T01:12:07.570-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm bored. I'm leaving the house soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, I just felt like coming on and say hi to you guys. Weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HI!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KONICHIWA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NI HAO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HO BO?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erm.. yeah. Pardon me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace out. Sayonara mina-san ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11139550-115753032755883905?l=the-once-dead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-once-dead.blogspot.com/feeds/115753032755883905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11139550&amp;postID=115753032755883905' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11139550/posts/default/115753032755883905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11139550/posts/default/115753032755883905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-once-dead.blogspot.com/2006/09/im-bored.html' title=''/><author><name>Melvin screamed inwards at</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16739527580184588487</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-11139550.post-115740042061491630</id><published>2006-09-04T13:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-04T13:07:00.626-07:00</updated><title type='text'>zzz?</title><content type='html'>omg. this is so rare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's already 4am and  i still can't get to sleep,&lt;br /&gt;and i'm not even half tired -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe i'll turn on some music softly.&lt;br /&gt;zzz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11139550-115740042061491630?l=the-once-dead.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-11139550.post-115691875970317123</id><published>2006-08-29T23:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-29T23:19:19.713-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FFAL,PAJ (2)</title><content type='html'>Mary had a little pig,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She kept it fat and plastered;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when the price of pork went up,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She shot the little bastard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MARY HAD A LITTLE LAMB&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her father shot it dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it goes to school with her,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Between two hunks of bread.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JACK AND JILL Went up the hill&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To have a little fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid Jill forgot the pill&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now they have a son.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HUMPTY DUMPTY sat on a wall,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Humpty Dumpty had a great fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the kings' horses,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all the kings' men.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had scrambled eggs,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For breakfast again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HEY DIDDLE, DIDDLE the cat took a piddle,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All over the bedside clock..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The little dog laughed to see such fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then died of electric shock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GEORGIE PORGY Pudding and Pie,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kissed the girls and made them cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when the boys came out to play,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He kissed them too 'cause he was gay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a little girl who had a little curl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right in the middle of her forehead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she was good, she was very, very good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when she was bad........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She got a fur coat, jewels, a waterfront condo, and a sports car.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11139550-115691875970317123?l=the-once-dead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-once-dead.blogspot.com/feeds/115691875970317123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11139550&amp;postID=115691875970317123' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11139550/posts/default/115691875970317123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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colspan="2" valign="top" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Basics&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Full name::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;wang jun kai &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Home town::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Singapore &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Birthday::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;170190 (: &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" valign="top" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Appearance&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Hair color::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;dark brown &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Eye color::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;dark brown &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Height::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;193 &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Contacts or glasses::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;both &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Piercings::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;none &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Do you wear any rings?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;yup. rarely. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;What shoes do you wear?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;sneakers, vball shoes. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" valign="top" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Just Lately&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;How are you today?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;from bad to good (: &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;What pants are you wearing?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;diesel bermudas. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;What shirt are you wearing?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;the jersey with no. 7 on it :D &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;What song are you listening to right now?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;dir en grey - mushi &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;What was the last thing you ate?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;uhh. i think it was fries &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;How is the weather right now?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;the curtain's closed and im lazaye to open it and look outside =x &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;What time is it?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;7:35pm &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" valign="top" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;More About You&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;What are the last four digits of your phone?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;8561 &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;If you were a crayon what color would you be?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;orange &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Have you ever almost died?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;yes. but im destined to live to a ripe old age haha. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Do you like the person you got this survey from?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;uhh. totally. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;What makes you happy?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;when she's happy (: &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;What's the best advice ever given to you?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;i give myself the advices most of the time. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Ever done drugs?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;never. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;What sport do you hate the most?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;dont know &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;What sport do you love the most?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;volleyball :D &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;How many TVs do you have in your house?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;3 xD &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Do you sleep with stuffed animals?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;used to =S &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Have you ever broken a bone?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;uhh. i think so. does sprain ankle count? &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Who do you tell your dreams to?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;people whom im close to &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" valign="top" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Friends&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" valign="top" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Who is the...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Loudest?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;eddie! &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Quietest?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;a lot =x &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Weirdest?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;joshua &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Smartest?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;haikal &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Funniest?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;eddie and benjamin &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Most energetic?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;eddie &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Least energetic?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;me x_x &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Preppiest?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;huh? &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Blondest?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;joshua looks more blonde with his botak head &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;One you can trust with anything?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;dont know &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Best friend?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;diliang &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Most likely to end up in jail?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;guess none of them will be x) &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Cutest?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;me xD &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Daredevil?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;joshua, hua chi, eddie and me x= &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Shortest?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;alfred =x &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Tallest?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;me again xD &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Would you die for your friends?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;depends who it is &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Do you have a crush on any of your friends?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;nope (: &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" valign="top" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You and Love&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Do you believe in love?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Yes &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Do you believe in love at first sight?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;dont know =x &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Do you want to get married?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;yup x) &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;What song do you want to be played at your wedding?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;dont know =S &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" valign="top" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dream guy--GIRLS FILL OUT ONLY!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Long or short hair?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Curly or straight?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Tall or short?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Good boy or bad boy?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Hat or no hat?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Ears pierced or not?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Dimples?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Studly or cutie?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Smart or dumb?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Boxers or briefs?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Funny or romantic?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" valign="top" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dream girl--GUYS FILL OUT ONLY!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Regular or thong undies?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;um. dont know &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Painted nails or not?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;either is fine &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Dressy or casual?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;no preference =x &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Curly or straight hair?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;straight? or curly at the end also can &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Dark, light, or cool/crazy eyes?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;dark &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Hat or no hat?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;no hat &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Hair up or down?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;down &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Jewelery or not?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;anything (: &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Tall or short?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;average &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Smart or dumb?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;smart &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Blonde or brunette?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;neither &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Pants or skirt?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;both =x &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Funny or romantic?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;same x) &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" valign="top" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;This/That&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Lights on or off::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;off &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;McDonalds or Burger King::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;BK. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Do you wish on stars?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;nope. i think thats silly =x &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Which finger is your favorite?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;middle and 4th xD &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;What do you think of the person you took this from?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;i didnt take from anybody -.- &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Do you like your handwriting?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;YES xD &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;What's your favorite lunch meat?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;pork =x &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Any bad habits?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;umm &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Do you have any embarrasing CDs on your shelf?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;yeah the westlife ones &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;If you were another person would you be friends with yourself?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;of course :D &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Are you a daredevil?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;kinda  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Do looks matter?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;to a certain extent &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;What do you miss the most right now?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;can it be 'who' instead? &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;What are you thinking of right now?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;"     "  "     "      " &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Do you think there's a pot of gold at the end of the rainbow?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;nah thats rubbish &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Do fish have feelings?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;i dont know. maybe? but i love eating them anyway x) &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;How do you release anger?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;uhh. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Where is your second home?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;xinmin. NAR says so =x &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Do you trust others easily?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;nope &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;What was your favorite toy as a child?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;power rangers? =x &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;What class in school do you use as "nap time"?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;humanities. =x &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Are you in love with someone?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;totally x) &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;What's your favorite color(s)?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;green, orange, black &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;What is your least favorite thing in the world?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;dont know. im a nice person (: &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Ever been on TV or in the newspaper?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;yup xD &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;What do you do when you're sad or depressed?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;err &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Do you use sarcasm a lot?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;yes XD &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;What are your nicknames?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;mel. mao mao.mr lemon? o.O &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Would you bungee jump?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;yup ^^ &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Do you untie your shoes when you take them off?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;nah. so troublesome. im lazaye x= &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;What are you worried about right now?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;tmr's exams &gt;.&lt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Anything else you want to add?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;jiaoying rocks (: &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bzoink.com/S15644/Long,_Random,_Interesting,_Bored,_Blah,_Fun..html" title="Long, Random, Interesting, Bored, Blah, Fun."&gt;Take this survey&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a href="http://www.bzoink.com/surveys" title="Bzoink Surveys"&gt;Find more surveys&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've been totally &lt;a href="http://www.bzoink.com" title="Bzoink"&gt;Bzoink*d&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;!END BZOINK.COM SURVEY CODE&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11139550-115667960858313805?l=the-once-dead.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-11139550.post-115665590599692016</id><published>2006-08-26T22:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-26T22:18:26.006-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't care anymore.</title><content type='html'>I don't care if the oceans run dry,&lt;br /&gt;I don't care if the sky falls,&lt;br /&gt;I don't care if Al Qaeda bombs the whole world,&lt;br /&gt;I don't care if all the animals were to become extinct,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I don't care about anything else,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;except that all i care and know i want is that you to be a happier person.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11139550-115665590599692016?l=the-once-dead.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-11139550.post-115660886096762541</id><published>2006-08-26T09:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-26T09:22:43.243-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Promise? huh say what?</title><content type='html'>A promise is something sacred.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Tomorrow' is already over.&lt;br /&gt;You've just broken a promise,&lt;br /&gt;and you've just broken something sacred.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think twice if you're gonna make a promise SO CONFIDENTLY next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats all i have to say.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11139550-115660886096762541?l=the-once-dead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-once-dead.blogspot.com/feeds/115660886096762541/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-11139550.post-115660445572883386</id><published>2006-08-26T07:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-26T08:00:55.730-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Please study hard (:&lt;br /&gt;teeeheehee &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;:D&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. you rock (x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11139550-115660445572883386?l=the-once-dead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-once-dead.blogspot.com/feeds/115660445572883386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11139550&amp;postID=115660445572883386' 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style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;yawns. im bored la. so i'll do this ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 things i love&lt;3&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;1. you-know-who (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;2. my pc&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;3. my hp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;4. my meis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;5. nu er? o.O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;6. my bed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;7. music&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;8. volleyball&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;9. xinmin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;10. sleeping xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;10 things i want here right now&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;1. you-know-who again (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;2. she&lt;br /&gt;3. is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;4. all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;5. i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;6. ever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;7. want&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;8. here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;9. right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;10. now :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;10 things i miss&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;1. you-know-who for the 3rd time x=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;2. rosyth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;3. training&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;4. 6-06'02&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;5. alaf-ing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;6. slacking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;8. maomao&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;9. jiaoying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;10. and more of her :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;10 things i want for my future&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;1. do well in 'O' levels.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;2. go to aj&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;3. a big big house&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;4. with a king sized bed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;5. and this special thing (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;6. im&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;7. not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;8. a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;9. greedy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;10. pig. =x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;u&gt;10 things i bring everywhere i go&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;1. phone &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;2. ez link card&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;3. just some notes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;4. underwear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;5. shirt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;6. bottomwear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;7. nothing else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;8. ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;9. ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;10. ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tadaA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11139550-115521912017298123?l=the-once-dead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-once-dead.blogspot.com/feeds/115521912017298123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11139550&amp;postID=115521912017298123' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11139550/posts/default/115521912017298123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11139550/posts/default/115521912017298123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-once-dead.blogspot.com/2006/08/yawns.html' title=''/><author><name>Melvin screamed inwards at</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16739527580184588487</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-11139550.post-115502955439926061</id><published>2006-08-08T02:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-08T02:32:34.413-07:00</updated><title type='text'>where the devil takes over.</title><content type='html'>Sometimes,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just have to turn my heart into stone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11139550-115502955439926061?l=the-once-dead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-once-dead.blogspot.com/feeds/115502955439926061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11139550&amp;postID=115502955439926061' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11139550/posts/default/115502955439926061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11139550/posts/default/115502955439926061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-once-dead.blogspot.com/2006/08/where-devil-takes-over.html' title='where the devil takes over.'/><author><name>Melvin screamed inwards at</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16739527580184588487</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-11139550.post-115479755138867177</id><published>2006-08-05T09:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-08T02:57:30.813-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A - Z.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="body"&gt;A-Available&lt;br /&gt;first come first serve!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B- Best Friend&lt;br /&gt;diliang!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C- Crush&lt;br /&gt;paper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D- Dad's name&lt;br /&gt;ONG _________ . (fill in the blank)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E- Easiest Person To Talk To&lt;br /&gt;pan, nu er and wife! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F- Favourite Band&lt;br /&gt;DIR EN GREY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G- Gummy Bears or Worms&lt;br /&gt;gummy cocacola&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;H- Hometown&lt;br /&gt;SGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I- Intruments&lt;br /&gt;DRUMS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J- Job&lt;br /&gt;pilot XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K- Kids&lt;br /&gt;jiaokai and junying? o.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L - Longest Car Ride&lt;br /&gt;from hougang to jurong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M - Milk Flavor&lt;br /&gt;come out from cow can le&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N - Number Of Siblings&lt;br /&gt;two! no wait. 6.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O - One Wish&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P - Phobias&lt;br /&gt;make a guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q - Favorite Quote&lt;br /&gt;omgwtfbbq!~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R - Reason To Smile&lt;br /&gt;lin xiao ying!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S - Song You Last Heard&lt;br /&gt;forgot x=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T - Time You Woke Up&lt;br /&gt;10+ am. stupid murphy woke me up from my wonderful dream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U - Unknown Fact About Me&lt;br /&gt;blah blah blah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;V - Vegetable&lt;br /&gt;stems of cai xin. LOL. all leaves give val eat x=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;W - Worst Habits&lt;br /&gt;Addicted to computers and SMS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X - X-Rays&lt;br /&gt;2 times&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y - Your Favorite Food&lt;br /&gt;LEMONS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Z - Zodiac Signshe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 People to do this:&lt;br /&gt;dont tell you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11139550-115479755138867177?l=the-once-dead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-once-dead.blogspot.com/feeds/115479755138867177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11139550&amp;postID=115479755138867177' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11139550/posts/default/115479755138867177'/><link 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ENDURE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11139550-115470346932458686?l=the-once-dead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-once-dead.blogspot.com/feeds/115470346932458686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11139550&amp;postID=115470346932458686' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11139550/posts/default/115470346932458686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11139550/posts/default/115470346932458686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-once-dead.blogspot.com/2006/08/my-pain.html' title=''/><author><name>Melvin screamed inwards at</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16739527580184588487</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-11139550.post-115470231854874957</id><published>2006-08-04T07:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-04T07:38:38.556-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>diliang was right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'd rather be stupid, dumb, naive, yet happy,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;than be clever, wise and be a sad boy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11139550-115470231854874957?l=the-once-dead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-once-dead.blogspot.com/feeds/115470231854874957/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-11139550.post-115444141213514871</id><published>2006-08-01T07:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-01T07:10:12.146-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>roses are red,&lt;br /&gt;violets are blue,&lt;br /&gt;lemons are yellow,&lt;br /&gt;and MAOs are black!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xDD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11139550-115444141213514871?l=the-once-dead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-once-dead.blogspot.com/feeds/115444141213514871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11139550&amp;postID=115444141213514871' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;Man : Li wu si mi jiao?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uncle : wa si mi jiao ma wu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man: wu lam sek eh jiao boh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uncle: Li ai bueh lam sek eh jiao hah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man : Ah. wa ai bueh lam jiao!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uncle : mai lai wa ji dao luan zu gong jiao wei hor! wa bo bueh ji kuan ming kia eh! Ai bueh ka meh bueh hor! dan eh yi leh si ang moh lai ga wa bueh ka liao liao!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11139550-115426020299367744?l=the-once-dead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-once-dead.blogspot.com/feeds/115426020299367744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11139550&amp;postID=115426020299367744' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11139550/posts/default/115426020299367744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11139550/posts/default/115426020299367744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-once-dead.blogspot.com/2006/07/jiao.html' title='jiao.'/><author><name>Melvin screamed inwards at</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16739527580184588487</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-11139550.post-115407409315327315</id><published>2006-07-28T00:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-28T01:08:13.163-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Crappism.</title><content type='html'>omgwtfbbq i'm so bored la&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay i'm gonna crap around, but like anyone's gonna read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's what i have to say about CRAP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crap is omnipresent. Crap is all around you, it can be right in front of you, and disappear the next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crap has 2 forms. The first form is well... formless.&lt;br /&gt;It can irritate you sometimes, making you want to punch the person who shot the crap at you&lt;br /&gt;At other times, it can be funny/lame, and you get a good laugh out of it. So crap is kind of like a double edged sword.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now for the second kind of form. The physical property of crap still remains, it is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;omnipresent. &lt;/span&gt;Except that this form of crap does not like exposing itself very much. Well, if it does, you wouldn't like it anyway.&lt;br /&gt;This form of crap is unlike the first one, it's solid. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, it's not liquid or gas you dumbfucks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, though it's solid, it's not exactly hard like metal. Soft like sponge? I'm not sure, haven't touched it for myself. This form of crap is usually brown and gives off an odour.&lt;br /&gt;It can be found most frequently in your toiletbowls, and disappears after a few minutes. Some personalities of this kind of crap are nasty, they refuse to leave and start choking your toiletbowls. Thats when the plunger comes into use. Anyway thats not the point.&lt;br /&gt;At other times, you can find this form of crap on grass patches around your neighbourhood, or even the pavement. These are rogue craps.They like to camouflage themselves in the grass because their colour blends into the soil, and when you get really really close to them they attach themselves to your footwear. It'd be hard to shake them off and they'd start injecting their odour into your surroundings wherever you go.&lt;br /&gt;The only bad thing is that they aren't evenly spaced out, so they look like a lump on the grass patches. That makes them easier to spot, so you can avoid them.&lt;br /&gt;Be careful not to get too close to them , I'm sure you don't want them hanging on to your footwear.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11139550-115407409315327315?l=the-once-dead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-once-dead.blogspot.com/feeds/115407409315327315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11139550&amp;postID=115407409315327315' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11139550/posts/default/115407409315327315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11139550/posts/default/115407409315327315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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people isn't it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe it's time to do something more than just 2 stupid words&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11139550-115384169416799634?l=the-once-dead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-once-dead.blogspot.com/feeds/115384169416799634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11139550&amp;postID=115384169416799634' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11139550/posts/default/115384169416799634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11139550/posts/default/115384169416799634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-once-dead.blogspot.com/2006/07/ive-gotten-so-fucking-sick-and-tired.html' title=''/><author><name>Melvin screamed inwards at</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16739527580184588487</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-11139550.post-115383119653260553</id><published>2006-07-25T05:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-25T05:39:56.553-07:00</updated><title type='text'>underneath the layers of smiles and laughter.</title><content type='html'>i've been fighting so hard. so hard.&lt;br /&gt;fighting so hard to resist thoughts about death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fuck. i don't even what i did all that for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everytime i think about death.&lt;br /&gt;nobody was ever there for me.&lt;br /&gt;NOBODY.&lt;br /&gt;you know how that feels?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when you're down and you need help most then you're left alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all the time i had to do the fighting on my own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't even know why i'm in existence.&lt;br /&gt;i still can't find the meaning to my life,&lt;br /&gt;even after looking for the answer for years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know, no one can find the answer for me except myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what am i supposed to do now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bloody hell.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11139550-115383119653260553?l=the-once-dead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-once-dead.blogspot.com/feeds/115383119653260553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11139550&amp;postID=115383119653260553' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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I don't really like Portugal. They're a team of players who enjoy diving around the field on the slightest contact with other players as if the field was a swimming pool. I think Luis Figo is the only exception though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I BET $70 ON FRANCE DAMMIT.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11139550-115211488645852899?l=the-once-dead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-once-dead.blogspot.com/feeds/115211488645852899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11139550&amp;postID=115211488645852899' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11139550/posts/default/115211488645852899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11139550/posts/default/115211488645852899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-once-dead.blogspot.com/2006/07/2-reasons.html' title='2 reasons.'/><author><name>Melvin screamed inwards at</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16739527580184588487</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-11139550.post-115210486374674896</id><published>2006-07-05T06:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-05T06:07:43.756-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A.C.R</title><content type='html'>hoho! oral's over. not as tough as i expected. heh xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. i do hope  christiano ronaldo (yes that unsporting loser/traitor who is really great at faking opponents as well as the ref) stays at man u. this way, he'll get boo-ed where ever he goes :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11139550-115210486374674896?l=the-once-dead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-once-dead.blogspot.com/feeds/115210486374674896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11139550&amp;postID=115210486374674896' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11139550/posts/default/115210486374674896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11139550/posts/default/115210486374674896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-once-dead.blogspot.com/2006/07/acr.html' title='A.C.R'/><author><name>Melvin screamed inwards at</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16739527580184588487</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-11139550.post-115202568738441647</id><published>2006-07-04T07:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-04T08:08:07.406-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FUCK THE ORAL. GRRR.</title><content type='html'>HOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this blog has just been re-revived!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;(What im about to blog is merely just for me to vent my frustrations&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and lighten my mood before tomorrow's "o" levels oral examinations&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; and really no harm is meant&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; If you have something against violent stuff, please kindly navigate away from my uhh... humble blog. Don't say i didn't warn you. Heh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STUPID ORAL. STUPID STUPID STUPID.&lt;br /&gt;MAKE ME WASTE SO MUCH TIME AND NEARLY GOT ME ALL DEPRESSED OVER IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I'LL GET THAT FUCKED UP DISTINCTION I TELL YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAMN. IF I COULD I'LL CHOP OFF THE HEADS OF THE EXAMINERS AND START USING THEIR HEADS AS SOCCER BALLS AND RAMMING IT AT THE WALLS. OR MAYBE THE WHOLE OF MY CLASS CAN START PLAYING JOGA BONITO STYLE. HAHAHAHA. THEN I'LL BURN DOWN THE SCHOOL HALL SO THERE'LL NEVER BE ANOTHER ORAL EXAM HELD THERE EVER AGAIN. HAHAHAHA. THEN SO MANY STUDENTS ARE GONNA WORSHIP ME OF SAVING THEM FROM THIS ORDEAL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEY'LL WORSHIP ME SO MUCH THAT WE'LL ALL MARCH TOWARDS M.O.E. AND DEMAND THAT THEY ABOLISH ORALS AS PART OF THE EXAMS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay i think i just have phobia for oral exams now -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, to prevent myself from further trouble cos i know the school will sometimes be stupid enough to totally disregard what i've said above in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;bold&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, at least i feel better now, and i'm really gonna go out there and score a distinction for tomorrow's oral =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But still,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCK ORAL.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11139550-115202568738441647?l=the-once-dead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-once-dead.blogspot.com/feeds/115202568738441647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11139550&amp;postID=115202568738441647' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11139550/posts/default/115202568738441647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11139550/posts/default/115202568738441647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-once-dead.blogspot.com/2006/07/fuck-oral-grrr.html' title='FUCK THE ORAL. GRRR.'/><author><name>Melvin screamed inwards at</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16739527580184588487</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-11139550.post-114924616057212921</id><published>2006-06-02T03:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-02T04:02:40.596-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Something's screaming at me. screaming and screaming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;telling me to watch out or something&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lets just call it intuition, or my sixth sense. i don't know. i'm feeling really confused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have a really bad feeling about something. really really bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont know what it is. this feeling just struck me suddenly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or maybe its just me being paranoid.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11139550-114924616057212921?l=the-once-dead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-once-dead.blogspot.com/feeds/114924616057212921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11139550&amp;postID=114924616057212921' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11139550/posts/default/114924616057212921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11139550/posts/default/114924616057212921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-once-dead.blogspot.com/2006/06/somethings-screaming-at-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Melvin screamed inwards at</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16739527580184588487</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-11139550.post-114838056252526070</id><published>2006-05-23T03:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-23T03:36:02.540-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'd like to address one thing. People nowadays go basket so much that somehow...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;BASKET = BASTARD&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that doesn't sound right. no, i didn't mean you can't scold bad words. cos i'm vulgar myself too =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so if  basket is really equals to bastard, how about this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, Singh's (if this name happened to be yours, it's only by pure coincidence.) mum went to the market to buy some eggs. She brought along a bastard so that she can put her eggs in it. After putting the eggs in the bastard, she had nothing else to do so she decided to go home. A reckless boy knocked into her and Singh's mother lost her balance and fell down on the floor. The eggs in the bastard all fell out and were shattered on the floor. Then Singh's mum went, "EH BASKET MOTHER DID NOT TEACH YOU MANNERS IS IT!?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i seriously fear that basket will be replaced by bastard and vice versa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11139550-114838056252526070?l=the-once-dead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-once-dead.blogspot.com/feeds/114838056252526070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11139550&amp;postID=114838056252526070' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11139550/posts/default/114838056252526070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11139550/posts/default/114838056252526070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-once-dead.blogspot.com/2006/05/id-like-to-address-one-thing.html' title=''/><author><name>Melvin screamed inwards at</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16739527580184588487</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-11139550.post-114677959772435514</id><published>2006-05-04T14:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-04T14:53:17.736-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>cool, i slept for 11 hours straight last night, and woke up at 5.30am this morning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-_____-|||&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11139550-114677959772435514?l=the-once-dead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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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-11139550.post-114611293664129080</id><published>2006-04-26T21:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-26T22:08:12.726-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>AAAAH!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TELL ME THE EXAMS ARE NOT 5 DAYS AWAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SAY YES!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11139550-114611293664129080?l=the-once-dead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-once-dead.blogspot.com/feeds/114611293664129080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11139550&amp;postID=114611293664129080' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11139550/posts/default/114611293664129080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11139550/posts/default/114611293664129080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-once-dead.blogspot.com/2006/04/aaaah-tell-me-exams-are-not-5-days.html' title=''/><author><name>Melvin screamed inwards at</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16739527580184588487</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-11139550.post-114596669217086205</id><published>2006-04-25T05:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-25T05:04:52.186-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i wouldn't call you chio because that's so darn superficial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you're beautiful, beautiful both on the inside and outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;33!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11139550-114596669217086205?l=the-once-dead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-once-dead.blogspot.com/feeds/114596669217086205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11139550&amp;postID=114596669217086205' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11139550/posts/default/114596669217086205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11139550/posts/default/114596669217086205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-once-dead.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-wouldnt-call-you-chio-because-thats.html' title=''/><author><name>Melvin screamed inwards at</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16739527580184588487</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-11139550.post-114538620216935374</id><published>2006-04-18T11:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-18T11:50:02.180-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's official.</title><content type='html'>it's official&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;junkai and jiaoying are together ! =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11139550-114538620216935374?l=the-once-dead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-once-dead.blogspot.com/feeds/114538620216935374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11139550&amp;postID=114538620216935374' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11139550/posts/default/114538620216935374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11139550/posts/default/114538620216935374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-once-dead.blogspot.com/2006/04/its-official.html' title='It&apos;s official.'/><author><name>Melvin screamed inwards at</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16739527580184588487</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-11139550.post-114519206634698028</id><published>2006-04-16T05:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-16T05:54:26.366-07:00</updated><title type='text'>forced ! =x</title><content type='html'>ON THURSDAY, THURSDAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WE WON THE CHAMPIONS !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think thats like, 3/4 of the school know alr. even though it isn't announced =x&lt;br /&gt;then during prize presentation everyone was wearing long pants, except me cos i forgot to bring mine -.-&lt;br /&gt;so the star player had to hide behind everyone else =x&lt;br /&gt;kidding. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but yeah, THE GOLD !  everyone was like kissing the trophies xD&lt;br /&gt;another prize presentation on monday during assembly =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i suppose they think north zone wasn't a big shot enough to hold prize presentation =/&lt;br /&gt;anyway, my career has ended high! =D finally all the trainings and matches are over, so i can have a good rest now =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i gotta concentrate on studies later -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so.. friday was good friday? went to mdm lee to have tuition.&lt;br /&gt;it's amazing how i went through 5 hours of tuition o.O&lt;br /&gt;but mdm lee's a great person la, shes really funny xD&lt;br /&gt;so umm, after the tuition, went to peiyen's house cos no one's at home and i don't have the key to the house -______-|| the moment i stepped in, the people made zr, murphy and i go down to pick some leaves for their banner -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i plucked out a branch which looked like those from a palm tree and they still complained there wasn't enough variety -.- so we had to go down again, and eventually walked to a park where there were lotsa different kinds of leaves. -.- then murphy got pricked by a thorn and i was like, "NI ZHONG DU LIAO !! ZHEN ME BAN !!" LOL XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we went around and gathered some more leaves from here and there, then on the way back we went to pluck some grass for michelle to eat =x LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that we went to have supper, and blah blah blah, you know the rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOMECOMING -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was stupid. i had to wake up so darn early to go to speech day which was UBER boring, except the performance part la. then chinese dance, watching jingpoh dance was SO FUNNY ! lol =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that went to the stall. even after 2 hours things were hardly set up and all =/ maybe because i wasn't there la =x i was hardly at the stall throughout la, was running around most of the time, walking in circles and circles and circles -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i managed to sneak inside 405's theatre xD the first time was when irsyad was at the door, i didn't think he cared much about the tics la, so we went in anyway =x then i got chased out by benedict a while later -.- the 2nd time was when they were checking wei yuan's ticket, then i quickly followed in behind him. xD but i was caught by benedict again -.- and he made me buy a ticket -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so later, bro came and while we were walking, he would suddenly walk away by himself -.- then i couldn't find him, then later he would come back and find me again -.- homecoming wasn't that fun la =/ last year's was better i think. but my sec 2's was the best xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so ends my post&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;prize presentation on monday~ xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;your turn again jiaoying =x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11139550-114519206634698028?l=the-once-dead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-once-dead.blogspot.com/feeds/114519206634698028/comments/default' title='Post 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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-11139550.post-114450066635037239</id><published>2006-04-08T05:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-08T05:51:06.363-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>all this while, i have been training for nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all for NOTHING, but only this thursday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13th April 2006.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the champions will be ours to take.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is my promise to everyone&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11139550-114450066635037239?l=the-once-dead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-once-dead.blogspot.com/feeds/114450066635037239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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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-11139550.post-114387188328382588</id><published>2006-03-31T22:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-31T22:11:23.300-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>monday is the semis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but its the finals to us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its either we become champs, or 3rd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to become the champion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WANT TO WIN.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11139550-114387188328382588?l=the-once-dead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-once-dead.blogspot.com/feeds/114387188328382588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='html'>we have been through thick and thin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we have shared weal and woe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we are the xinmin b boys XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and  thank god for helping us win today's match =x i should thank myself more xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry samuel, we're leaving without you. =/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11139550-114363733355013601?l=the-once-dead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-once-dead.blogspot.com/feeds/114363733355013601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11139550&amp;postID=114363733355013601' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11139550/posts/default/114363733355013601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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FUN!&lt;br /&gt;-.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and um. well yeah, first day started off well.&lt;br /&gt;had training with ding jiao lian, he corrected my mistakes on blocking, so i know what they are now.&lt;br /&gt;after that we had a friendly match with hong kou sports school. uhh, yeah think it was that one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so it goes umm..we played for less than 10 points then i injured my ankle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-_________________________________-||||||&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see? i'm so great -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;told ya it was FUN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then um. i was out for all the trainings and friendly matches after that&lt;br /&gt;T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, enough about this, pissed me off enough already. so...yeah, as we all know, china stuff are all surprisingly cheap. and..i suppose you know the rest! :D see, men likes shopping as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bought loads of stuff which are at least 50% cheaper than the priced in singapore, so that probably explains why i have money remaining ._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but anyways, wish me a speedy recovery!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11139550-114260445443471543?l=the-once-dead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-once-dead.blogspot.com/feeds/114260445443471543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11139550&amp;postID=114260445443471543' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11139550/posts/default/114260445443471543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11139550/posts/default/114260445443471543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-once-dead.blogspot.com/2006/03/hello-shanghai-was-err.html' title=''/><author><name>Melvin screamed inwards at</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16739527580184588487</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-11139550.post-113847974852041062</id><published>2006-01-28T12:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-28T12:22:28.520-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm like, finally back to revive my blog a little!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've deleted some posts because i thought they sounded stupid, and people still think i posted it yesterday when it was umm, 3 months ago? RIGHT JASMINE? =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and some others because people found the posts offensive, isn't it zoe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'll be on a hiatus until further notice.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11139550-113847974852041062?l=the-once-dead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-once-dead.blogspot.com/feeds/113847974852041062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11139550&amp;postID=113847974852041062' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11139550/posts/default/113847974852041062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11139550/posts/default/113847974852041062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-once-dead.blogspot.com/2006/01/im-like-finally-back-to-revive-my-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>Melvin screamed inwards at</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16739527580184588487</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-11139550.post-112426125744665593</id><published>2005-08-16T23:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-16T23:47:37.450-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sadded.</title><content type='html'>zzzzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my comp got shifted back to my mom's room AGAIN. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aaarrrggh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dammit&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11139550-112426125744665593?l=the-once-dead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-once-dead.blogspot.com/feeds/112426125744665593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11139550&amp;postID=112426125744665593' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11139550/posts/default/112426125744665593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11139550/posts/default/112426125744665593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-once-dead.blogspot.com/2005/08/sadded.html' title='Sadded.'/><author><name>Melvin screamed inwards at</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16739527580184588487</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-11139550.post-112385984357361658</id><published>2005-08-12T08:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-12T08:17:23.576-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dizzy posting</title><content type='html'>I'm finally getting a new sim card!! =D =D =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...i guess. haha, chances are high i'm getting one, along with a new phone anyway =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We won Ang Mo Kio sec in a friendly match today as well XD. the score was..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hm, i think 4-1. i didn't think i was really on form though. Lost as much points as I won, blah. Mainly because..i don't know why I can't concentrate on the freaking game. Somewhere in the game my mind will definitely float to somewhere else, anywhere. Gosh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i'm gonna go now, it feels so dizzy all of a sudden ._. the screen looks as if it's tilted 20 degrees. aarrrggghh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11139550-112385984357361658?l=the-once-dead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-once-dead.blogspot.com/feeds/112385984357361658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11139550&amp;postID=112385984357361658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11139550/posts/default/112385984357361658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11139550/posts/default/112385984357361658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-once-dead.blogspot.com/2005/08/dizzy-posting.html' title='Dizzy posting'/><author><name>Melvin screamed inwards at</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16739527580184588487</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-11139550.post-112342614020313134</id><published>2005-08-07T07:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-07T07:49:00.206-07:00</updated><title type='text'>National Day.. .. .. .. sucks.</title><content type='html'>ARGH. I don't wanna go NDP!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11139550-112342614020313134?l=the-once-dead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-once-dead.blogspot.com/feeds/112342614020313134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11139550&amp;postID=112342614020313134' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11139550/posts/default/112342614020313134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11139550/posts/default/112342614020313134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-once-dead.blogspot.com/2005/08/national-day-sucks.html' title='National Day.. .. .. .. sucks.'/><author><name>Melvin screamed inwards at</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16739527580184588487</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-11139550.post-112247238115071339</id><published>2005-07-27T06:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-01-29T14:17:25.566-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>DAMN IT. DAMN IT. DAMN IT. DAMN IT. DAMN IT. DAMN IT. DAMN IT. DAMN IT. DAMN IT. DAMN IT. DAMN IT. DAMN IT. DAMN IT. DAMN IT. DAMN IT. DAMN IT. DAMN IT. DAMN IT. DAMN IT. DAMN IT. DAMN IT. DAMN IT. DAMN IT. DAMN IT. DAMN IT. DAMN IT. DAMN IT. DAMN IT. DAMN IT. DAMN IT. DAMN IT. DAMN IT. DAMN IT. DAMN IT. DAMN IT. DAMN IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-cool down melvin-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. shit i lost my wallet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11139550-112247238115071339?l=the-once-dead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-once-dead.blogspot.com/feeds/112247238115071339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11139550&amp;postID=112247238115071339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11139550/posts/default/112247238115071339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11139550/posts/default/112247238115071339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-once-dead.blogspot.com/2005/07/damn-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Melvin screamed inwards at</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16739527580184588487</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-11139550.post-112230053267827692</id><published>2005-07-25T07:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-25T07:08:52.686-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Burp = Vomit</title><content type='html'>omg. something is seriously wrong with me.&lt;br /&gt;I'm now burping as much as 25 times in 1 day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someday I'm gonna vomit as much times too. &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i hope that won't happen..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ouch..my arm..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11139550-112230053267827692?l=the-once-dead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-once-dead.blogspot.com/feeds/112230053267827692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11139550&amp;postID=112230053267827692' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11139550/posts/default/112230053267827692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11139550/posts/default/112230053267827692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-once-dead.blogspot.com/2005/07/burp-vomit.html' title='Burp = Vomit'/><author><name>Melvin screamed inwards at</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16739527580184588487</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-11139550.post-112092016466459427</id><published>2005-07-09T07:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-09T07:42:44.670-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This may be the end</title><content type='html'>I don't feel like blogging anymore. Maybe I'm shutting down this blog soon, maybe not. I'll see.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11139550-112092016466459427?l=the-once-dead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-once-dead.blogspot.com/feeds/112092016466459427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11139550&amp;postID=112092016466459427' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11139550/posts/default/112092016466459427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11139550/posts/default/112092016466459427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-once-dead.blogspot.com/2005/07/this-may-be-end.html' title='This may be the end'/><author><name>Melvin screamed inwards at</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16739527580184588487</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-11139550.post-112035473638018901</id><published>2005-07-02T18:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-01-29T14:20:27.823-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I won't let you.</title><content type='html'>ha.&lt;br /&gt;look at the response now, people are coming up to me telling me they want to go play the arcade version of initial d. I asked them why. They said, " Hah? Orh, because i see the movie i like very nice like that, so I want to play."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..personally, i take this as kinda an insult to the game. I don't know why, i just do. I won't bring them to my secret initial d hideout, because i don't intend to let them no. They won't last for long, trust me. After a while when the movie is gone, they'll stop playing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11139550-112035473638018901?l=the-once-dead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-once-dead.blogspot.com/feeds/112035473638018901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11139550&amp;postID=112035473638018901' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11139550/posts/default/112035473638018901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11139550/posts/default/112035473638018901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-once-dead.blogspot.com/2005/07/i-wont-let-you.html' title='I won&apos;t let you.'/><author><name>Melvin screamed inwards at</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16739527580184588487</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-11139550.post-111995659640198850</id><published>2005-06-28T04:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-28T04:03:16.406-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fate sealed</title><content type='html'>Yes, i think my fate has been sealed. I'm going to retain after all. See ya sec 2s next year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11139550-111995659640198850?l=the-once-dead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-once-dead.blogspot.com/feeds/111995659640198850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11139550&amp;postID=111995659640198850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11139550/posts/default/111995659640198850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11139550/posts/default/111995659640198850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-once-dead.blogspot.com/2005/06/fate-sealed_28.html' title='Fate sealed'/><author><name>Melvin screamed inwards at</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16739527580184588487</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-11139550.post-111960524163790381</id><published>2005-06-24T02:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-24T02:47:57.006-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fuck it. I don't want you back.</title><content type='html'>wow. i can't believe how much i like this chorus xD&lt;br /&gt;i don't know why, i just do =P&lt;br /&gt;okay, here goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck what I said, it don't mean shit now.&lt;br /&gt;Fuck the presents might as well throw em out.&lt;br /&gt;Fuck all those kisses, they didn't mean jack.&lt;br /&gt;Fuck you, you hoe. I don't want you back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there!=P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, gonna take a rest. i'm &lt;b&gt;seriously&lt;/b&gt; gonna rot. my muscles are aching everywhere, and even walking seems like an arduous task. I can't even sit up properly when i first wake up this morn, or is it noon? whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aaarrgh. dammit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11139550-111960524163790381?l=the-once-dead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-once-dead.blogspot.com/feeds/111960524163790381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11139550&amp;postID=111960524163790381' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11139550/posts/default/111960524163790381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11139550/posts/default/111960524163790381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-once-dead.blogspot.com/2005/06/fuck-it-i-dont-want-you-back.html' title='Fuck it. I don&apos;t want you back.'/><author><name>Melvin screamed inwards at</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16739527580184588487</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-11139550.post-111954445564673944</id><published>2005-06-23T09:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-23T09:34:15.650-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stress ; Tired</title><content type='html'>today was fun x))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay er. maybe not SO fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;though i enjoy training a lot, but totally NOT 6 hours of training in 1 single day. uh uh. besides, i haven't touched the ball for at least 3 weeks, and my stamina still isn't fully recovered since i fell ill in Beijing the last time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well, i'm kinda tired. maybe..&lt;b&gt;extremely&lt;/b&gt; tired. hah, i'll let ya all know about the details tomorrow ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11139550-111954445564673944?l=the-once-dead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-once-dead.blogspot.com/feeds/111954445564673944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11139550&amp;postID=111954445564673944' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11139550/posts/default/111954445564673944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11139550/posts/default/111954445564673944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-once-dead.blogspot.com/2005/06/stress-tired.html' title='Stress ; Tired'/><author><name>Melvin screamed inwards at</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16739527580184588487</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-11139550.post-111936982656375225</id><published>2005-06-21T09:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-21T09:03:46.563-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wrong. Wrong.</title><content type='html'>If you think i'm &lt;b&gt;desperate&lt;/b&gt; for love, you are so very wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To tell the truth, love is one of the last things in this world that i will ever need.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11139550-111936982656375225?l=the-once-dead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-once-dead.blogspot.com/feeds/111936982656375225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11139550&amp;postID=111936982656375225' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11139550/posts/default/111936982656375225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11139550/posts/default/111936982656375225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-once-dead.blogspot.com/2005/06/wrong-wrong.html' title='Wrong. Wrong.'/><author><name>Melvin screamed inwards at</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16739527580184588487</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-11139550.post-111918915632477091</id><published>2005-06-19T06:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-19T07:07:12.123-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Theory of MAXIMUM STREET VELOCITY</title><content type='html'>eh.&lt;br /&gt;dammit dammit.&lt;br /&gt;why isn't Keisuke in the initial d movie?&lt;br /&gt;why is Ryousuke in action without his brother?&lt;br /&gt;dammit. Keisuke's rx-7 is nicer lah.&lt;br /&gt;Ryousuke's rx-7 is like, so old -___-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg. i think. edison chen should be acting as takumi, not jay.&lt;br /&gt;or some other japanese actor, since this comic originated from there anyway&lt;br /&gt;i don't know why, i just feel so.&lt;br /&gt;yep. look at the response, thousands of people who don't even have the slightest idea about initial d now take it as their favourite movie of all time. why? because Jay is the main actor.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11139550-111918915632477091?l=the-once-dead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-once-dead.blogspot.com/feeds/111918915632477091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11139550&amp;postID=111918915632477091' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11139550/posts/default/111918915632477091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11139550/posts/default/111918915632477091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-once-dead.blogspot.com/2005/06/theory-of-maximum-street-velocity.html' title='Theory of MAXIMUM STREET VELOCITY'/><author><name>Melvin screamed inwards at</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16739527580184588487</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-11139550.post-111883075326240910</id><published>2005-06-15T03:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-15T03:19:13.276-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My ipod.</title><content type='html'>AHH. MY IPOD SPOIL!! AHHH =(((&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMFG. DAMMIT I'VE GOT LIKE OVER 60 UNLISTENED NEW SONGS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHH. DAMMIT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh wait, maybe it didn't spoil, maybe it's the battery. But then again, how can the battery last for such a short while!? it was like, expected to go on for years. damn. i gotta  take it to the service centre and see what's wrong. ahh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11139550-111883075326240910?l=the-once-dead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-once-dead.blogspot.com/feeds/111883075326240910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11139550&amp;postID=111883075326240910' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11139550/posts/default/111883075326240910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11139550/posts/default/111883075326240910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-once-dead.blogspot.com/2005/06/my-ipod.html' title='My ipod.'/><author><name>Melvin screamed inwards at</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16739527580184588487</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-11139550.post-111874296037919085</id><published>2005-06-14T02:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-14T03:41:03.126-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Three cheers for sweet revenge!</title><content type='html'>wow my mum brought me out today O_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's like, the first time in ages. yup, but she treat me and my elder bro to some sushi lah. that's nice. =)) oh yeah, and felix came along too lol, yeap. he was like, making so much noise all the way today hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to walk around plaza singapura, nothing much there lah. sometimes, it's so darn boring when you go out with your parents lol. but she sponsor me to buy a cd at hmv anyway lah x))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanted to buy Gackt's album, but when i looked at the price i was like, O_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omfg so ex for so few songs. then i went to see Dir En Grey's album, i was even more O_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;O_O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a single can cost as much as an album T_T but most of em are pretty old songs anyway, hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end i bought My Chemical Romance newest album. dunno about them lah, almost never heard their songs before, but it seems that this is a pretty good band, so just buy lor -____-||&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;不买白不买 ^.^v&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn. i still gotta rush for my tuition homework -_- fuck homework lah. =P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11139550-111874296037919085?l=the-once-dead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-once-dead.blogspot.com/feeds/111874296037919085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11139550&amp;postID=111874296037919085' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11139550/posts/default/111874296037919085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11139550/posts/default/111874296037919085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-once-dead.blogspot.com/2005/06/three-cheers-for-sweet-revenge.html' title='Three cheers for sweet revenge!'/><author><name>Melvin screamed inwards at</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16739527580184588487</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-11139550.post-111859674903911548</id><published>2005-06-12T10:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-12T10:19:09.043-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>That's right, i still can't find the meaning of my existence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's why i slice the meaning on my body more and more and more and more and more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go ahead, just laugh and just walk away..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The voice of backstabbers, still sick to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someday maybe, maybe, maybe, maybe, maybe the voice will be heard straight to my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go ahead and just laugh, and just break away..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11139550-111859674903911548?l=the-once-dead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-once-dead.blogspot.com/feeds/111859674903911548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11139550&amp;postID=111859674903911548' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11139550/posts/default/111859674903911548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11139550/posts/default/111859674903911548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-once-dead.blogspot.com/2005/06/thats-right-i-still-cant-find-meaning_12.html' title=''/><author><name>Melvin screamed inwards at</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16739527580184588487</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-11139550.post-111850853188538094</id><published>2005-06-11T08:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-12T09:11:47.463-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happiness.</title><content type='html'>AHH HOLIDAYS. I'M SO DAMN FUCKING BORED T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nowadays, it's either: PS2/ computer/ reading LOTR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just these 3(although i'm banned from 2 of them,ah fuck bans lah), ahhhh i've got nothing else to do T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay nvm, finally i feel like bloggggggging, which is like weeks already. Or rather i don't feel like blogging, just don't wanna disappoint my fans =X ahahaah...i'm so bhb -_- like i have any fans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nvm, let me talk about the 10 nights in beijing first,or was it 9? whatever lah =P anyways, i'll TRY to recap as much as possible alrights? ^^b (some of the parts in this entry may be wrong due to my lousy memory -___-||)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, i would like to express my gratitude and gratefulness towards those who have took care of me(especially chen lao shi, miss tee, tang lao shi and wang lao shi =]), or cared for me during the time when i fell sick, you all rock =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First day, when to some place near the Tian An Men for..lunch? or was it dinner? to hell with it lah, watched the lowering of the china flag, funny it was without an anthem though =/ but i gotta say, the soldiers (or whoever they are) that come marching out to receive the flags have so fucking straight lines O_O If they were the npcc or ncc they woulda get first for footdrills or whatever shit like that lah. ^^" After that i think we went back to our hostel, 4 of us are assigned to a room each, zheng rui, murphy, hong yao and me share a room. Unpack our stufff, and lights out! time to di siao murphy wahahaha xD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second day, uh. I can't really remember, uhh.went to some kind of museum? i can't remember. eh. yeah we went to this air craft museum, nothing much. quite boring place Then WTF i got a feverl -___-||| it's like, climb, climb, climb, WHAT THE FUCK I'VE GOT A FEVER. The fever wasn't really bad, tang lao shi told me to rest first and don't climb any further, although i wouild really want to &gt;.&lt;&gt;.&lt; went to this...so called 'lobby' and sat down with a few others, Zhi Yuan was the one who started this dai di, and the moment i got in the game I kicked her out xD she didn't even threw out a single card lmao. Then i dunno we started playing a game of 8 people dai di which consisted of us using 2 decks -___-|| oh yeah. i bought my panda butter cookies on this day LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third day, MAJOR HEADACHE! at first i didn't even want to get off the bed, after that i felt a little better and went out with the others to this place called uhh..the summer palace? yeah i think that's it.After this i had to go back to the hostel, DAMMIT MY HEAD WAS BURNING.&lt;br /&gt;The temperature for this day i THINK, the highest was 39.2..yeah, around there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fourth day, morning. At first i felt as if my head was on fire, then it became better. I stayed in the hostel, didn't think i was fit to go out anyway =/ if i didn't remember wrongly, miss tee stayed behind that day to look after me. stuffed me under layers of blanket and force out my sweat. It worked for a while, then my temperature rose again -_- This day i stuffed myself with so much water, I SWEAR I DRANK AT LEAST 5 LITRES. Later, wang lao shi took me to the hospital for an injection. The doctor said that there was a throat infection and because of it my fever would not recover until the infection is gone. he gave me some medicine and the injection worked at first, after that the effects seem to have worn off and my fever was up and running again -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fifth day. Around 3 am i felt the heat again. tossed and turned in bed, and couldn't get back to sleep cos of my throat -_- oh well, have to stay in the hostel again. But later in the afternoon my fever seemed to be so bad i had to go back to the hospital and be put on a drip. During that time i think my infection was gone and my fever subsided. yeaps, gone back to the hostel and i can't remember what happened after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sixth day, miss tee didn't allow me to go out today, since i've only just recovered from my fever.&lt;br /&gt;chen lao shi bought me a WHOLE WATERMELON. okay not whole, it's half but it was BIG okay. Not in the mood to eat anything lah, stayed in tang lao shi's room cos there was t.v x)) but the channels are boring lah, even though long hao tuned over 50 channels on the 5th night. I can't stare at those 54 channels for 10 minutes yet i can stare at MTV for a few hours. see the difference? Okay nvm, they came back in the afternoon, cos there were classes later on in the school itself. Since there was still a lot of time, i joined the rest for basketball. I don't know why, i think it's probably because of my throat that i lose my stamina EXTRA EXTRA EXTRA EXTRA FAST. I can run for 5 metres and i start to pant -_______-||| but..yeah i tahan, played a match for a while with the rest. THEN ZHI YUAN. CYNTHIA AND JANET CAME. THE MOMENT THEY SEE ME ON THE COURT THEY BEGAN TO.. you can guess -_- my god so auntie at such a young age =x okay it was the classes later. we learnt to makes some kind of china festival thingy, dunno how to say lah. mine looks kinda decent =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seventh day. I don't remember much lah, just remembered i won murphy in a 1 on 1 xD and zheng rui LOL. i've only just recovered leh, and steven that match play halfway i bth liao. i think the score was 2:1 or 2:2, i can't remember. Oh yeah, we attended the chinese calligraphy course, nothing much lah. boring lesson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eighth day, just remembered we went to a seal carving class and chinese painting class. the chinese painting class was fun x)) we were told to paint pandas (LOL amanda) they painted a panda holding a bamboo, but i painted a panda fishing instead! the teacher liked mine so much she decided to keep it! xD then long hao go and paint a basketball player instead of a panda -__- but it was nice lah, he's really really good at painting and drawing, stuff like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ninth day, can't remember much, just remembered i went to this place where it sold fake stuff. Bought my really really really really really really nice (but fake) air jordan shoes there x)) yup, bought 2 tee shirts and my wallet too. Also, CURSE THAT BLOODY CHINESE IDIOT WHO SOLD ME THE SPOILT GRAN TURISMO 4 DISC. ahh. i feel a LITTLE better now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last day. first went to this place which sold fake stuff again. First thing i bought a packet of chewing gum. EH. no, it's actually correction tape in the shape of a wrigley's double mint chewing gum packet lah, every single person fell for that little prank when i offered them chewing gum LOL. nothing much lah, bought an original x japan disc WHICH WAS SO FUCKING CHEAP. IT COSTS LIKE ONLY s$4 AND IT'S ORIGINAL. omfg it's at least 20 times more worth than the previous x japan disc i bought T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay later, over to this place which sold real stuff. nothing much here either, straight to the arcade x)) Yup. the initial d players here so darn pro -_- but i manage to win one round lah. then in the end we got so engrossed in playing at the arcade we were late at assembling. Supposed to eat at macdonalds lah, omfg this macdonalds even had a private room which is so DAMN BIG. but because most people are so late, the only thing we can do is to takeaway and eat on the bus. but most of us finished eating while the staff are still busy giving out the burgers lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later when to this tea house, the tea sucked -_- but the porridge was nice x)) yup, green tea with lotus porridge i think. but the shows there were boring. so long hao, steven and me began shooting the gua zi around, i think i hit an ang moh LOL. most of shots dunno fly where, most probably hit a lot of people on accident lah. yup. after that we went to the airport, then steven pretended the trolleys as initial d race cars and began ramming around -_- haha. nothing much after that, boarded the plane and flew all the way back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one night, we kept on di siao-ing murphy. since he usually doesn't want to respond to our calls and tell us whether he was asleep or not, we came out with a way to find out xD we threw sweets as him, if he starts cursing and stuff like that, that means he's awake. if he shows no response after we kept throwing, that means his asleep LOL. haha, di siao-ing murphy was fun x) overall. china was fun =)) but when i reached home, it was funny.. i felt empty on the day i came back though, i dunno why. Maybe it's because..I truly felt happy there? I dunno. I can say that, i didn't even feel a second of sadness over there (except for my fever). Maybe that was what i had desired all these while after all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11139550-111850853188538094?l=the-once-dead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-once-dead.blogspot.com/feeds/111850853188538094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11139550&amp;postID=111850853188538094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11139550/posts/default/111850853188538094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11139550/posts/default/111850853188538094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-once-dead.blogspot.com/2005/06/happiness.html' title='Happiness.'/><author><name>Melvin screamed inwards at</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16739527580184588487</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-11139550.post-111720627416739228</id><published>2005-05-27T08:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-27T08:04:34.170-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm sorry if i accidentally conveyed the message that i'm going to suicide, no, i won't, &lt;i&gt;Yet&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's just that, i &lt;b&gt;have&lt;/b&gt; to find a purpose for my life, i can't continue wasting my life away just like that. I need the motivation, and things like that, yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This might be a beginning of a new Melvin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11139550-111720627416739228?l=the-once-dead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-once-dead.blogspot.com/feeds/111720627416739228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11139550&amp;postID=111720627416739228' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11139550/posts/default/111720627416739228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11139550/posts/default/111720627416739228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-once-dead.blogspot.com/2005/05/im-sorry-if-i-accidentally-conveyed.html' title=''/><author><name>Melvin screamed inwards at</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16739527580184588487</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-11139550.post-111719230916526665</id><published>2005-05-27T04:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-27T04:11:49.170-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Since no one is able to, and can release me from this torture, I'll do it myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well. i guess this is goodbye everyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11139550-111719230916526665?l=the-once-dead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-once-dead.blogspot.com/feeds/111719230916526665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11139550&amp;postID=111719230916526665' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11139550/posts/default/111719230916526665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11139550/posts/default/111719230916526665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-once-dead.blogspot.com/2005/05/since-no-one-is-able-to-and-can.html' title=''/><author><name>Melvin screamed inwards at</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16739527580184588487</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-11139550.post-111684758175791400</id><published>2005-05-23T04:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-23T04:26:21.776-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's stupid, why let Jay Chou star in the initial d movie -_-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11139550-111684758175791400?l=the-once-dead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-once-dead.blogspot.com/feeds/111684758175791400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11139550&amp;postID=111684758175791400' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11139550/posts/default/111684758175791400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11139550/posts/default/111684758175791400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-once-dead.blogspot.com/2005/05/its-stupid-why-let-jay-chou-star-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Melvin screamed inwards at</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16739527580184588487</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-11139550.post-111673341059527080</id><published>2005-05-21T20:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-21T20:43:30.600-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I guess I'm feeling a whole lot better now, being with my bro really took a whole lot of things off my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These few days i've been searching for my purpose in life. I've been in deep thought, thinking and thinking and thinking, trying to find an answer. I guess i still can't find any yet, maybe I need someone special to be there for me, to guide me out of this...darkness. I know I can't make it out all by myself, I'm not strong enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somebody that could make me feel motivated to live on, motivated to do the things i want to do, but..where is this person..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11139550-111673341059527080?l=the-once-dead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-once-dead.blogspot.com/feeds/111673341059527080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11139550&amp;postID=111673341059527080' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11139550/posts/default/111673341059527080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11139550/posts/default/111673341059527080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-once-dead.blogspot.com/2005/05/i-guess-im-feeling-whole-lot-better.html' title=''/><author><name>Melvin screamed inwards at</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16739527580184588487</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-11139550.post-111650190090443407</id><published>2005-05-19T04:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-19T04:27:41.663-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The results are back, and yeah. Ain't it obvious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not the kind that really bothers about results, but it's what my mom is gonna do to me if she sees the result of this 5 months that worries me. She usually doesn't mean what she says what she's gonna do to me when i do badly for my exams..but this time i think she's for real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are so many things going on that make me feel so...tortured. So many, too much for me to contain. You know, the worse kind of pain is not physical pain, but mentally. I don't know how i'm going to strengthen my mind so i'm not gonna be affected by all these shit going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just so weak...so weak. I'm like a helpless little bird shot down by hunters waiting to die and rot away. I feel so empty, i don't know what am i supposed to live for. Volleyball? Nah. I'll probably stop playing volleyball once i leave J.C, if i get to go there that is. My friends, no wait. Acquaintances, to be more exact. I don't really call them 'friends', although i often do that verbally, but that's not what i think. I'm not really on good terms with them, and vice versa as well. Those whom i truly call friends can't be there for me all the time, they can't be there forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could have ended it all in just one instant, 'bom' and everything is over. But I didn't, and i don't know why. End this game, and i'm freed from this torture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to be alone right now..just go away..all of you..just go. Leave me alone..please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm nothing more than a weakling.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11139550-111650190090443407?l=the-once-dead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-once-dead.blogspot.com/feeds/111650190090443407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11139550&amp;postID=111650190090443407' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11139550/posts/default/111650190090443407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11139550/posts/default/111650190090443407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-once-dead.blogspot.com/2005/05/results-are-back-and-yeah.html' title=''/><author><name>Melvin screamed inwards at</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16739527580184588487</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-11139550.post-111642883599432865</id><published>2005-05-18T07:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-18T08:19:46.830-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Here comes the money!</title><content type='html'>boring. oh well, the post exam stress comes again. stressed on how to show my parents my &lt;i&gt;excellent&lt;/i&gt; and &lt;b&gt;fantastic&lt;/b&gt; results -_- oh well, maybe not so much of fantastic and excellent..but hey, i DID try my best alright? This is the first time this year that i'm actually sitting down there, seriously studying for my exams. The only reasons i'm studying is because i don't want to retain, and i want to get to Anderson J.C to kinda further my voleyball 'career' -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why study so hard just to get a stable job, earn a mediocre amount of money, slog your life away just like that and try as best as you can to pay off the bills and installments, and leave nothing for yourself in the end. Maybe this is to give your family and later generations a better life, but i can safely say that I'm not so selfless, I probably won't be able to do that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only talented people out there make it big, if you ain't got no talents, too bad. Step aside and let the others take over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="style40"&gt;Exams are no proof of your intelligence, my friend. What results you get for your exams just proves &lt;strong&gt;HOW MUCH YOU'VE STUDIED&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;not how sensible you are&lt;/strong&gt;. I can acheive as much without scoring as much. And you can study so much and acheive nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't tell you how much i agree with you amanda, though there is a little..spelling mistake. =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nvm that's not the important part. The thing is, why do adults have this thinking that, if you don't have a cert, you're definitely gonna die in the world out there, or the most you can do..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;(in a nicely put way work for the Ministry of Health)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but actually you're a sweeper or cleaner -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's all still about money isn't it. Your parents want you to get a U cert, get a high paying job and live well. But think about it, nowadays even university graduates have trouble looking for jobs, and our parents make it sound as if it's &lt;b&gt;so easy&lt;/b&gt; to get a job just like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take George bush(yes i know we all don't like him cos he's such an ass) for example. He sucked at his studies, but now look at him, the president of the united states. he even got booked for drunk driving before becoming a business man LOL. Okay, he started out an oil company in Texas on his own,  BUT, he did not asked for his father's help when started the company, even though his father was fucking rich and became a president of the united states then. He wanted to prove to others that he can make it big even if he did not receive help from a dad who was so filthy rich.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet, companies out there look out for your qualifications, instead of whether you're good in that particular area or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why does the world have to be like that? This whole freaking place is so fucked up ain't it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11139550-111642883599432865?l=the-once-dead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-once-dead.blogspot.com/feeds/111642883599432865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11139550&amp;postID=111642883599432865' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11139550/posts/default/111642883599432865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11139550/posts/default/111642883599432865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-once-dead.blogspot.com/2005/05/here-comes-money.html' title='Here comes the money!'/><author><name>Melvin screamed inwards at</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16739527580184588487</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-11139550.post-111591190124354881</id><published>2005-05-12T08:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-12T22:41:28.966-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to reality.</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Enough crapping. Back to reality.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so bored.. =/so much of my brain cells died for the past 3 weeks, just because of this stupid exam -_- AND WTF THE SEC 1S DON'T HAVE MID-YEAR! T_T damn. why they so good one -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didn't have that when i was sec one =/ aiyah. forget it lah. mid years are coming to an end anyway. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, oral today is so screwed. During the 10 minutes given to me to prepare myself for the passage reading and picture conversation, i thought of quit a lot of things for me to say. BUT, the moment i went up to miss ong, i whole person sian diao. Sit there blank, thinking so bloody hard of what i was gonna say. -__-||&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heh..tomorrow's history. AND I DON'T HAVE THE FREAKING BOOK!! !#!@$@$ prepare to die liao lah =/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11139550-111591190124354881?l=the-once-dead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-once-dead.blogspot.com/feeds/111591190124354881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11139550&amp;postID=111591190124354881' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11139550/posts/default/111591190124354881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11139550/posts/default/111591190124354881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-once-dead.blogspot.com/2005/05/back-to-reality.html' title='Back to reality.'/><author><name>Melvin screamed inwards at</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16739527580184588487</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-11139550.post-111477061616331072</id><published>2005-04-29T03:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-29T03:30:16.163-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today was..well..average. 2nd day of sitting on the floor -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;class was boring. went to the volleyball court, played some volleyball..yeah.  Ah  pui attempted a spike, but went crashing into the net instead,  then  Kok Siong was there like, "WHOA!! YI KUAI ZHU ROU FEI GUO!!"  xD then the rest of us was like, BWAHAAHAHA!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weee =D got back my ipod! i miss you soo much!! xD mr. singh returned it to me 3 days late -.-&lt;br /&gt;1st day, he said i didn't wear my belt, collect it tomorrow. 2nd day, he left the school when i went to find him. 3rd day, he was hurrying out of school, told me to collect it today -.- I BET HE WANTS TO LISTEN TO MY WONDERFUL SONGS SOME MORE!! xD hahas..whatever..just happy that i got it back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;funny thing is, someone said my hair was okay, WHEN THE SLOPE IS LIKE, 3 FINGERS HIGH!?!? wtf lah..just hope my hair will grow back soon. =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to see the chinese debate after school, uhhh...chinese high vs. rgs..yeah. It was fun =) you guys shoulda been there..yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was supposed to go out with jenna to hougang mall, then she pang seh me -.- bleah. nvm, gotta go now. later everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheers,&lt;br /&gt;melvin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11139550-111477061616331072?l=the-once-dead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-once-dead.blogspot.com/feeds/111477061616331072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11139550&amp;postID=111477061616331072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11139550/posts/default/111477061616331072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11139550/posts/default/111477061616331072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-once-dead.blogspot.com/2005/04/today-was.html' title=''/><author><name>Melvin screamed inwards at</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16739527580184588487</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-11139550.post-111466591584556868</id><published>2005-04-27T22:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-27T22:25:15.846-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What an excellent day. great. just great. PUI.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;attire check, the fucked up zuliana had to come and catch me without my belt, and i had to go out to the front, AGAIN. just as i expected, my hair got caught -.- i don't care if it gets caught, the fucked up thing is that I WAS SENT TO THE STUPID BARBER TO HAVE MY HAIR CUT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jun kiat got sent out. ah pui got sent out. the other benjamin got sent out. i got sent out. and it seems i was the only one to have to face the barber -.- and i have to pay $4 to make my hair look even worse, FUCK! qi zha pueh zha, have to cut my hair and feel uncomfortable all day long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm having my doubts, is the guy EVEN A BARBER!? more like a bald barbie doll to me =p&lt;br /&gt;Damn, he doesn't even know how to handle a fringe. It's like, he just held my fringe, and used scissors to cut it off -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow, another person shitlisted. congrats zuliana or whatever your fucking name is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11139550-111466591584556868?l=the-once-dead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-once-dead.blogspot.com/feeds/111466591584556868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11139550&amp;postID=111466591584556868' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11139550/posts/default/111466591584556868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11139550/posts/default/111466591584556868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-once-dead.blogspot.com/2005/04/what-excellent-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Melvin screamed inwards at</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16739527580184588487</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-11139550.post-111460920575061012</id><published>2005-04-27T06:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-27T06:40:05.753-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>tuition yesterday was alright, the teacher was pretty good, able to catch my attention. I didn't know a single thing about coordinate geometry, she just spend a while talking to me and i already know how to do it already! =D but then, how come i'm the only male in this tuition class -.- ok lah, got one chio lah, not interested in her anyways. =pp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lets come back to today. KEITH! YOU IDIOT! YOU MADE US STUDY WITHOUT CHAIRS AND TABLES FOR ONE WHOLE WEEK. bastard. I'm not really sure what happened, just there was this paper, with some words on it. That idiot went to do something like, circle the word ' discipline commitee', and arrowed it to the word 'english fail'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-.- then our dear discipline master saw it himself, and this is what happened. fuck lor, 3e6 only 2 days we gotta do this for a week!? then the whole class got 5 demerit points EACH, i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've got 6 demerit points today, one from not changing into my uniform when recess ended. bloody mr. ho extra come up and catch me. -.- i was gonna change what, then he also dun let me -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what a great day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11139550-111460920575061012?l=the-once-dead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-once-dead.blogspot.com/feeds/111460920575061012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11139550&amp;postID=111460920575061012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11139550/posts/default/111460920575061012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11139550/posts/default/111460920575061012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-once-dead.blogspot.com/2005/04/tuition-yesterday-was-alright-teacher.html' title=''/><author><name>Melvin screamed inwards at</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16739527580184588487</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-11139550.post-111451201468630843</id><published>2005-04-26T03:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-26T03:40:14.686-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>took my a.maths make-up test today, seems like i'll do quite ok =))&lt;br /&gt;the rest are all boring, so i'll go straight to today's main event =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;physics.&lt;br /&gt;wtf is mrs koh's problem AGAIN? She came in, the fat ben was there, quiestly sleeping. AND SHE INSISTED THAT HE WAS TALKING! i mean like, wtf? how can he be talking to jun kiat and the other ben when he's sitting down on the chair sleeping!? Heh, wow mrs koh must be really crazy. I really mean crazy. okay, he mrs koh made him stand up, and go back to his original seat, and less than 10 secs to pack his stuff -.- he gave some excuses, but the funniest one was when he said, "I WANT TO BLOW WIND!" We were there like, bwahahahah, blow wind? go blow lor, then we made those blowing noises LOL. i think he meant like, he wanted the fan, yeah. okay, then kun yang went in to hand in the acknowledgement slip or something like that, THEN MRS KOH MADE HIM GO OUT OF THE CLASS JUST FOR THAT.  wtf? "You're disturbing the class and making a nuisance of yourself, now go outside quickly!" dammit, that's just excuses to get him out of the class mrs koh, and he isn't even a troublemaker like us =p so leave him outta it okay? then i walked to cynthia, just to borrow a stapler, AND I GOT SENT OUT OF THE CLASS FOR THAT TOO. -.- hiakal dropped his pen, went to pick it out. yeah the same thing happened -.- then she was very dulan =D dragged jun kiat in too cos he was laughing so loudly when ah pui said I WANT TO BLOW WIND! we were like, HAR!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, go down lor, better than in class listen to her talk cock. go down, then she got mr. ho over. then mr. ho told us to wait for a while, but his 'a while' is like so damn long -.- not bad lah, quite nice to talk to, just listen him talk some crap, told us to apologise to mrs koh. We went up, saw her talking to elena and cynthia, blah. to hell with her lah. just diao her lor ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that, one guy from 3t1 and a sec one dude came up to our class. friends of hua chi, came to practice their card tricks i guess. the 3t1 guy was good, but not as good. i saw through some of his tricks ^^v the sec 1 guy was not bad, better than hua chi, but si yang is still even better! hahas ^^ nothing much later, have a little headache now. cya everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheers,&lt;br /&gt;melvin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11139550-111451201468630843?l=the-once-dead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-once-dead.blogspot.com/feeds/111451201468630843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11139550&amp;postID=111451201468630843' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11139550/posts/default/111451201468630843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11139550/posts/default/111451201468630843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-once-dead.blogspot.com/2005/04/took-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Melvin screamed inwards at</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16739527580184588487</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-11139550.post-111442739920347756</id><published>2005-04-25T03:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-25T04:09:59.206-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>heh, haven't been blogging for the past few days, cos mainly it was soooo boring there was nothing to blog about! Well it's really nothing compared to calvin =P he blogs monthly lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, here's today. Woke up at around 6:15, went to brush my teeth, blah blah blah. Took out my contact lens, tried to put it in the right eye, had one successful try. But it was painful, yeah. So i took it out again, and tried to put it in. THEN I ACCIDENTALLY KNOCK IT OFF MY FINGERS!!! T_T then i don't know where it went, couldn't find it. ARRRRGGGHHH. okay, i took out my left lens, then i knock it off my fingers also! GRRRR. so in the end i found the left one, put it on, and had to spend the day with just one lens on my eye. -.- WTF. so the left side was clear, to my right it was blur, and the centre was...a mixture of both =x.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing much in class..blah blah blah, then it was assembly. Went to sit with the 4e7 guys instead of my class lol. haha, me and hua chi are always like that lah, assembly run to other classes. performance by eldds? i dun wanna make any comments, later jenna and amanda come whack me x= just know that jenna cann be extremely fierce LOL. but,..yeah there was this guy with a voice SO GENTLE, it makes me wonder whether he is a guy or not. &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, so went to toilet. hahas, a real disgusting thing happened, but it was HILARIOUS, yeah xD dun wanna post it here, if ya wanna know just message me in msn hahas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;err..so..lessons after that, went home. then dunno wtf happened to my comp -.- must reformat AGAIN, sian -.- Heh, so i just let the comp reformat and went out to meet kun yang, yeah. i made my initial d card wooo! =D  lol, my car is a...Nissan skyline 25GT-R ER4, or something like that. actually i wanted to create another one, but yeah. money -.- helped eddie create his car too, a nissan skyline gt-r bnr34, not a bad car. yep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, came back and my comp has finished reformatting, and here i am! =D okay, gonna have dinner now. cya peeps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheers,&lt;br /&gt;melvin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11139550-111442739920347756?l=the-once-dead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-once-dead.blogspot.com/feeds/111442739920347756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11139550&amp;postID=111442739920347756' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11139550/posts/default/111442739920347756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11139550/posts/default/111442739920347756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-once-dead.blogspot.com/2005/04/heh-havent-been-blogging-for-past-few.html' title=''/><author><name>Melvin screamed inwards at</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16739527580184588487</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-11139550.post-111399308751880762</id><published>2005-04-20T03:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-20T06:04:20.790-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Heh, actually i wanted to pon school today, then my lao bu and lau peh got leave -.- bo pian lor, go school. thought today is 3n1 second batch take 5 items, but then actually is 2.4 -.- wtf? i didn't eat anything sia, stomach empty, and no water some more, also bo pian..must go take. Actually is quite okay la..though my timing sucks -.- 11:22 minutes. nvm, dunno how come i run normally still can injure my ankle -.- heh, pain for a while, but after that okay liao, i heal fast ^^v&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den my specs spoil -.- can only use one lens to see, and then i'm like, SO MALU LOR. nvm, nothing much after that. so me, tak sheng, hua chi, and amos were supposed to go somewhere to study, walked to the bus stop, saw some people play basketball. so since tak sheng wanted to go to boon keng to get dunno what , he and amos left first. so me and hua chi teamed up with 3 other girls -.- against 5 boys, wtf we nearly won! and those 5 are also buay pai, heheh i stop scorer ^^v score 3 or 4 outta 6. okay, so went to potong pasir to meet the other 2, meanwhile hua chi taught me how to do the heli card wahhooo!! I mastered it in like, 5 minutes? Then while practicing i stun one xiao didi! he was at the entrance there, saw me and WHOA SO LOUD, as if scared nobody can hear him! heh, then screw up a bit la, lucky hua chi know how to pei he, distract him a while then i prepare again, he even asked for my signature haha! no la, actually my signature is on the card then he copy it down lol. i bet he go home tell his mama she sure dun believe one =pp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, then met with tak sheng and amos. tak sheng said about cynthia wanting to break, then go to kovan try to save the relationship, then we go to kovan mac instead to study. okay, at the mac, the three of us, me hua chi and amos were there gong gong. wth!? how to do? then later yong kwang also come, come here di siao only -.- heh. in the end tak sheng didn't come, PANG SEH US! he was the only one that knew how to do but then he didn't come. heh, nvm gonna be late for tmr, skip the test! woohoo! xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11139550-111399308751880762?l=the-once-dead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-once-dead.blogspot.com/feeds/111399308751880762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11139550&amp;postID=111399308751880762' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11139550/posts/default/111399308751880762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11139550/posts/default/111399308751880762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-once-dead.blogspot.com/2005/04/heh-actually-i-wanted-to-pon-school.html' title=''/><author><name>Melvin screamed inwards at</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16739527580184588487</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-11139550.post-111390113183874246</id><published>2005-04-19T01:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-19T04:23:58.906-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>AARGGHH!! my ipod got confiscated..again! &gt;=( stupid lor. today got theft case, lim hui hui come search our class, found shi lam's ez-link inside the cupboard behind my seat, then nobody wanted to own up. she bueh song go slam the cupboard -.- I'M INNOCENT OKAY? kao. sooo bloody loud, just behind me nia -.- funny thing is, when she searching the bags hor, SHE FOUND MAXIM INSIDE BENJAMIN'S BAG! heh, then he also chuah dio. it's not porn what, anyways not my prob, the maxim is haikal's, he lent it to ben then ben kena LOL. after that mr. singh came into our class to investigate. He took down statements of some ppl then they baotou me =.= say i listen to my ipod, then kena confiscated. URRRGGHHH. life without music for 1 week, hais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then got headache, teacher let me sleep in class xD wooo!~ also dun need to go to chinese, urgh headaches..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11139550-111390113183874246?l=the-once-dead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-once-dead.blogspot.com/feeds/111390113183874246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11139550&amp;postID=111390113183874246' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11139550/posts/default/111390113183874246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11139550/posts/default/111390113183874246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-once-dead.blogspot.com/2005/04/aargghh-my-ipod-got-confiscated.html' title=''/><author><name>Melvin screamed inwards at</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16739527580184588487</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-11139550.post-111382217096596888</id><published>2005-04-18T03:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-18T04:02:50.966-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>heh, today..tried to sneak down to the canteen during the lower sec recess hehs. here's the story, around 15 minutes before the lower sec recess, eddie and the fat ben sneaked out of the class wahaha ^^" fat ben said he want to go pang sai, if eddie accompany him then later go down he treat eddie.  me and eddie were like, wtf? go in the toilet wait for you smell your shit ar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahas, but eddie went anyway, i didn't lols. hehs, i clever, go get exit pass. even if kena caught walking around also boh tai ji ^^ go inside toilet wait for eddie, funny thing is the shit not smelly one -_- lols. good what =) so like, went out of toilet, walked towards the staircase and then cai lao shi call us over -.-'' heh, they don't have the exit pass then kena scolding, i got so boh tai ji ^^v&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lucky lucky sia. then mrs wong don't even know they went out! they got sent to mr. chee, kena scolding a while then come up again. Actually go see mr. chee also nothing much what -.-'' he and mr. singh are quite good actually, UNLIKE MRS KOH HOR???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehs, in the end didn't go down to buy our stuff, eddie scare kena caught again lols, dun wan come with me =/  then recess, met zheng rui. he asked me to help him smuggle up 4 packets of popcorn chicken, so from 4th floor go to the 1st floor, then go up 4th floor again give the popcorn chicken, then go 2nd floor in order to get up to sports hall, which is on the 4th floor. Wanted to find kok siong there but he went down -.- heh, so from 4th floor run down to 1st floor, recess end go up to 4th floor again -_- exercise sia =x so in short,&lt;br /&gt;4th---&gt;1st---&gt;4th---&gt;2nd---&gt;4th---&gt;1st---&gt;4th&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;clearer now? lols.  the rest..lazy to type, quite tired *yawn*  though it's still 7pm -_- heh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11139550-111382217096596888?l=the-once-dead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-once-dead.blogspot.com/feeds/111382217096596888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11139550&amp;postID=111382217096596888' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11139550/posts/default/111382217096596888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11139550/posts/default/111382217096596888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-once-dead.blogspot.com/2005/04/heh-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Melvin screamed inwards at</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16739527580184588487</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-11139550.post-111364107316490190</id><published>2005-04-16T01:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-16T01:44:33.166-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What a card pro Si Yang is. He does all those intermediate tricks and we're like, WHOA! If he does his hardcore tricks we'll go BOOM! As in faint lol. He's only that little bit lousier than that guy who owns a card shop in kovan, 3rd storey. Maybe that's what he deserved, he fiddles with his card everyday, and i really mean every, single, day. He has a bicycle deck, and i don't -_- Oh well, I've got an Aladdin deck, i think that's good enough for a beginner like me. Learnt a few tricks so far, Ambitious card, force, levitation and voodoo ash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoping to learn more tricks in the future, right now i wanna learn this trick called heli card. It's like, you spin a card in the air and control it to go anywhere, as long as it's below your hand, it's a really cool trick xD And after that, the next trick i might wanna learn is this trick called..uhh..i forgot what's the name. But anyways, it's like, you take out the four aces from the deck, stack them all face down and put it on your hand.  Spin the  deck of 4 aces around your hand and one of the ace is facing up! Spin it in the other direction and the card that was previously facing up now faces down, and another ace faces up! cool eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heh, but it takes money to learn all these tricks, but yeah i get a really really really good offer from hua chi to learn his tricks, and teach the others for a rip off LOL. nah not exactly a rip off, taught eddie the force trick, and he said he had a feeling of being cheated LOL. Heh, he said he wanted to learn levitation, maybe wait til he pays me the fees first xD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheers,&lt;br /&gt;melvin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11139550-111364107316490190?l=the-once-dead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-once-dead.blogspot.com/feeds/111364107316490190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11139550&amp;postID=111364107316490190' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11139550/posts/default/111364107316490190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11139550/posts/default/111364107316490190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-once-dead.blogspot.com/2005/04/what-card-pro-si-yang-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Melvin screamed inwards at</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16739527580184588487</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-11139550.post-111363254949573569</id><published>2005-04-15T23:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-16T00:05:49.936-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yellowcard - Only One&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Broken, this fragile thing now&lt;br /&gt;And I can't, I can't pick up the pieces&lt;br /&gt;And I've thrown my words all around&lt;br /&gt;But I can't, I can't give you a reason&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so broken up,&lt;br /&gt;So broken up&lt;br /&gt;And I give up,&lt;br /&gt;I give up&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna tell you so you know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I go,&lt;br /&gt;Scream my lungs out and try to get to you&lt;br /&gt;You are my only one&lt;br /&gt;I let go,&lt;br /&gt;There's just no one that gets me like you do&lt;br /&gt;You are my only,&lt;br /&gt;My only one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Made my mistakes,&lt;br /&gt;Let you down&lt;br /&gt;And I can't, I can't hold on for too long&lt;br /&gt;Ran my whole life in the ground&lt;br /&gt;And I can't, I can't get up when you're gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And something's breaking up&lt;br /&gt;Breaking up,&lt;br /&gt;I feel like giving up&lt;br /&gt;Like giving up,&lt;br /&gt;I won't walk out until you know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I go,&lt;br /&gt;Scream my lungs out and try to get to you&lt;br /&gt;You are my only one&lt;br /&gt;I let go,&lt;br /&gt;There's just no one that gets me like you do&lt;br /&gt;You are my only,&lt;br /&gt;My only one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I go,&lt;br /&gt;So dishonestly&lt;br /&gt;Leave a note&lt;br /&gt;For you, my only one&lt;br /&gt;And I know,&lt;br /&gt;You can see right through me&lt;br /&gt;So let me go&lt;br /&gt;And you will find someone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I go,&lt;br /&gt;Scream my lungs out and try to get to you&lt;br /&gt;You are my only one&lt;br /&gt;I let go,&lt;br /&gt;There's just no one, no one like you&lt;br /&gt;You are my only,&lt;br /&gt;My only one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My only one,&lt;br /&gt;My only one,&lt;br /&gt;My only one,&lt;br /&gt;You are my only,&lt;br /&gt;My only one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heh, nice song yeah? x)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11139550-111363254949573569?l=the-once-dead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-once-dead.blogspot.com/feeds/111363254949573569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11139550&amp;postID=111363254949573569' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11139550/posts/default/111363254949573569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11139550/posts/default/111363254949573569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-once-dead.blogspot.com/2005/04/yellowcard-only-one-broken-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Melvin screamed inwards at</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16739527580184588487</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-11139550.post-111321701142273937</id><published>2005-04-11T03:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-11T06:20:47.700-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>well, i think i've got one of those CHILDISH kids who go around others' blog and started posting crap in their tagboards. What the hell is their problem anyway? Damn you la, you put down your blog i use my OWN name scold you in your blog lah, damn COWARDS nowadays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me? act cool?act cute? nah i don't act cool or cute, at least i'm not CHILDISH like SOME PEOPLE.  i HATE people especially like you, people who are DUA HUM GAOS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm pissed enough and you had to make my day even worse, never mind. I'm not feeling down now, I don't see why i should make myself angry just because of some COWARDS, i feel so happy scolding you now =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, me? BLODDY NOOB? Go get your english better and come again KID, it's supposed to be BLOODY. I can own you in anything you do KIDDO. Ahh..i feel so happy after scolding this coward =) I never thought i would say this, but thanks coward guy, you just made me happier. Guess you didn't succeeded in making me angry or whatsoever, you might probably say ' Oh, it was suppose to make you happy' or some bullshit like that,nah they are just excuses to cover yourself. But the mention of you just makes me very kao wei, never could stand cowards.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11139550-111321701142273937?l=the-once-dead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-once-dead.blogspot.com/feeds/111321701142273937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11139550&amp;postID=111321701142273937' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11139550/posts/default/111321701142273937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11139550/posts/default/111321701142273937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-once-dead.blogspot.com/2005/04/well-i-think-ive-got-one-of-those.html' title=''/><author><name>Melvin screamed inwards at</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16739527580184588487</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-11139550.post-111305125849316126</id><published>2005-04-09T05:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-09T05:54:18.496-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>-_- i was supposed to go out with Di Liang, but i've forgotten that it was actually homecoming today. the plans were screwed, but..ugh nvm. so, met Di Liang in the morn before i went to homecoming, so i could pass him the Diablo battlechest, and to have our breakfast. Had our breakfast at the macdonald's near heartland mall, after that we parted, he went home and i came to school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it doesn't really matter if you're late, attendance is taken at 4pm, but..i don't wanna go there too late either..so..yeah. so..walked around for a while, buy some stuff, and tried going up to the sports hall with some volleyball mates to play, then we were stopped by Mr. Arthur Lim, said something like no one was supposed to go up there today. what a load of bullshit, but..yeah it's true. We didn't bother about him, took a big detour since there are 4 entrances/exits to the sports hall, played for a while and went back down again, thankfully mr. lim wasn't there anymore, just a student leader who probably didn't dare to speak up to us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so went down and walked around some more, and went up again to the sports hall, Kok Siong said he was tired and wanted to sleep, and since there were mats..so..yeah we went up together.&lt;br /&gt;In the end, i was the one who was sleeping and he was jump serving with fat ben. -__- not soon after mr. alan ang came up and told us to go down..said something like nobody is to go up any levels higher than the second storey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so..waited till it was 2.30, went to play cs with murphy, w00t he got thrashed by me =D in one of the maps, i had kills closing on to 40 and he and his teammate's kills didn't even had 10 even when added together. weeee~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing much after that..then someone said something which somehow left me..a rather depressing feeling, don't wanna talk about it. I put on big fake smiles, and pretended it didn't really matter to me, but..it did. It left me thinking for a while, what am i gonna do about it? What should i do if this happened? What should i do if that happened? How am i going to handle this and that? Haven't really thought of an answer, but i think..i've gotten it now. I'm not gonna give up. I've..let it go far too many times, i've sorta...wised up a little now. I'm making it sound kinda depressing, so i don't think i wanna talk about it anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So..went to Di Liang's house again later, went to have cs at superbowl, wow he was super off form, otherwise i woulda get thrashed by him rather horribly. -_- anyways..took a cab home, since my ez-link card doesn't has value inside it anymore, and i didn't have any coins..so..yeah i'm home now. so, i'm gonna go have a shower now, take care ya all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheers,&lt;br /&gt;melvin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11139550-111305125849316126?l=the-once-dead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-once-dead.blogspot.com/feeds/111305125849316126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11139550&amp;postID=111305125849316126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11139550/posts/default/111305125849316126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11139550/posts/default/111305125849316126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-once-dead.blogspot.com/2005/04/i-was-supposed-to-go-out-with-di-liang.html' title=''/><author><name>Melvin screamed inwards at</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16739527580184588487</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-11139550.post-111269576748070802</id><published>2005-04-05T02:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-05T03:09:27.480-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WTF. THAT KOH AH HONG SENT ME OUT JUST BECAUSE I BORROWED A RULER. she said some shit like, " i was looking at you for some time before deciding to send you out." I was like, "okay, does saying HEY CAN YOU PLEASE LEND ME A RULER COUNT?" fine. you guai lan with me, expect the same from me too, most probably even worse. God damn it, you dress like you're so sexy lidat, showing off the curves of your arm. THEY ARE CURVES ALRIGHT, MADE UP OF FATS, damn you're even fatter then the fat ben in our class. AND, i came to class because i want to learn physics, not some crap article that appeared last night or yesterday or whatever, and i also didn't come to class to listen to you say your da dao li, whoa like you're that moral like that. CME TEACHER, DUA KI AR?? you're what i say that had immorality, bitch. send me out then send la, DO YOU REALLY THINK I GIVE A FUCKING DAMN?? DAMN, I PREFER WATCHING THE SCENERY THAN LISTEN TO YOUR BULLSHIT. wtf, even my boring tuition teacher is millions of times better then you. i might not have your respect, tell you what. look at what i'm gonna type, I DON'T FUCKING CARE WHETHER YOU FUCKING RESPECT ME OR NOT. i didn't used to HATE you that much. but now i do. damn, you're just like mrs khor. congratulations mrs koh ah ah ah ah ah ah hong, you're officially shitlisted.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11139550-111269576748070802?l=the-once-dead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-once-dead.blogspot.com/feeds/111269576748070802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11139550&amp;postID=111269576748070802' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11139550/posts/default/111269576748070802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11139550/posts/default/111269576748070802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-once-dead.blogspot.com/2005/04/wtf.html' title=''/><author><name>Melvin screamed inwards at</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16739527580184588487</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-11139550.post-111235452236072491</id><published>2005-04-01T03:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-04-01T03:23:18.496-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>bah. today just SUCKED. the only thing that really made me happy today was that she won a lot of trophies for sports day =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11139550-111235452236072491?l=the-once-dead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-once-dead.blogspot.com/feeds/111235452236072491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11139550&amp;postID=111235452236072491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11139550/posts/default/111235452236072491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11139550/posts/default/111235452236072491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-once-dead.blogspot.com/2005/04/bah.html' title=''/><author><name>Melvin screamed inwards at</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16739527580184588487</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-11139550.post-111226946268587269</id><published>2005-03-31T03:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-31T03:44:22.686-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ugh. FUCK. MY IPOD GOT CONFISCATED BY MY MOM. FUCK! WHAT IS LIFE WITHOUT MUSIC? ugh. i don't really mind if she bans me from the comp, i have my ways and means to use it without her knowledge anyway, BUT MY IPOD!? SHIT. just cause i forgot there was homework yesterday and forgot to do it, damn shoulda told her there was no homework for the day. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bah, i think i've got my ways to convince her to give it back to me, if..she takes what i said -_- okay, enough of that, i don't wanna make myself sound like, "My iPod got confiscated, I'm the most unfortunate person in the whole world."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so...woke up this morning, with practically my whole body in pain. My stomach was hurting, my thighs were hurting,  my shoulders were hurting, my shoulder blade was hurting. Probably from yesterday's workout.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to school, and nearly bang my forehead into the barbed wire of one of the side gates, lucky i dodged fast enough, if not i can expect a few stitches -_- morning assembly. eddie went up to the rostrum to lead in the student creed, man he was seriously lagging, like a turtle crawling up a slope, and our class were like chuckling away, he seemed pretty funny up there, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i had recess. went down to buy some popcorn chicken, AND EUGENE HAD TO POUR CHILLI ONMY SHOE -_- wasn't really his fault, dunno which idiot go unscrew the cap, then the whole chilli went 'priak priak' on the floor. lucky i siam fast enough, if not even my pants also kena -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chemistry test. i have confidence that i'll get at least an A2 for the test, though i didn't study, it was so easy xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after chinese, went back to our class. the babu singh was outside waiting for every one to get inside, police case. the class fund was stolen. $60 ya know. since it's stolen so tak sheng and cynthia had to replace this $60 with their own money. poor thing =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing much after that, played volleyball in the sports hall til about 5, and went back home.&lt;br /&gt;for some reason, i just couldn't get into my windows xp account, tried different ways, start windows in last known good configuration, safe mode etc etc. then i thought, I'LL JUST REFORMAT THE WHOLE DAMN THING. took less than an hour to do it, somehow i remembered how to reformat the comp =.- bah nvm, end of today's story =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11139550-111226946268587269?l=the-once-dead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-once-dead.blogspot.com/feeds/111226946268587269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11139550&amp;postID=111226946268587269' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11139550/posts/default/111226946268587269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11139550/posts/default/111226946268587269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-once-dead.blogspot.com/2005/03/ugh.html' title=''/><author><name>Melvin screamed inwards at</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16739527580184588487</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-11139550.post-111218204587938537</id><published>2005-03-30T03:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-30T03:27:25.883-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>was nearly late for school today...SO CLOSE TO BEING LATE -_- at first, i woke up at around 6, then i went back to sleep again. After that i woke up at around 6.50, i was like OH SHIT. quickly brushed my teeth, changed into my uniform, then when i was at the door, i just remembered. THERE'S P.E TODAY. @#*%@*(&amp;$ ran back to my room, changed into my house tee, stuffed my uniform and belt into my bag and dashed for the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was quite lucky cos the bus came really soon after i reached the bus-stop. I was never expecting it to come so soon, 159 ya know? i could wait up to 20 minutes just for this miserable bus.xinmin students were on board, samuel chew too, so i thought, maybe i won't be late after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before morning assembly, mr babu singh walked pass me and eddie, stopped for a while, looked at both of us and said something like, "eh, eddie why your shirt is out again? how come everytime like that? tomorrow's morning assembly you'll say the student creed." then i was like, BWAHAHAHAHAHHAHA, that was one of the few times i actually tucked in my shirt x) sooo lucky man, then everyone was like mocking at him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;morning assembly, mr singh annouced to everyone that "Eddie Chew from 3e7 will lead in the student's creed tomorrow. Eddie? Eddie where are you?" then the whole class was also like BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA, eddie raised his hand, i thought it wasn't high enough so i pushed his hand up so everyone could see it xD LOL, then he was also there laugh laugh like that, then ms chan said later practice with her to say the student creed, so tomorrow won't malu malu like that.bah.enough of that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that it was p.e, waited for mr. ho to come down, did our warm ups then it was the fire drill, also nothing much, just went to the field and waited for a while, after that went back to the parade square to have p.e. mr. ho made us run 2 rounds around the school compound of ximin sec. and primary. first round was okay, everything was find, then 2nd round. my stomach muscles began hurting like mad, probably because i didn't have any breakfast, run till the bus-stop there and couldn't run, the pain was just too...immense. ugh, it still hurts right now -_-&lt;br /&gt;(all info is correct during time of typing this)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finished it under 10 minutes, which was the target, i think i could have did much better if it wasn't the pain, everytime run halfway buay tahan, must stop and walk for a while. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing much in class after that. went to play volleyball for a while, but in the end i played till 5+  -_- had lots of thunder, one of which could even be the best in my whole volleyball career x) it was soooo freaking loud, and the ball went pretty high, although not as high as wee kian's -_-&lt;br /&gt;some of them were like, whoa! bah, maybe i'm exaggerating(or however you spell it)  a little, but..yeah it was  a good spike x)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11139550-111218204587938537?l=the-once-dead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-once-dead.blogspot.com/feeds/111218204587938537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11139550&amp;postID=111218204587938537' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11139550/posts/default/111218204587938537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11139550/posts/default/111218204587938537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-once-dead.blogspot.com/2005/03/was-nearly-late-for-school-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Melvin screamed inwards at</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16739527580184588487</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-11139550.post-111209602557535283</id><published>2005-03-29T03:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-29T03:37:58.866-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Rikki - Suteki Da Ne&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaze ga yoseta kotoba ni&lt;br /&gt;Oyoida kokoro&lt;br /&gt;Kumo ga hakobu ashita ni&lt;br /&gt;Hazunda koe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tsuki ga yureru kagami ni&lt;br /&gt;Furueta kokoro&lt;br /&gt;Hoshi ga nagare koboreta&lt;br /&gt;Yawarakai namida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suteki da ne&lt;br /&gt;Futari te wo tori aruke ta nara&lt;br /&gt;Ikitai yo&lt;br /&gt;Kimi no machi ie ude no naka&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sono mune&lt;br /&gt;Karada azuke&lt;br /&gt;Yoi ni magire&lt;br /&gt;Yumemiru&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaze wa tomari kotoba wa&lt;br /&gt;Yasashii maboroshi&lt;br /&gt;Kumo wa yabure ashita wa&lt;br /&gt;Tooku no koe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tsuki ga nijimu kagami wo&lt;br /&gt;Nagareta kokoro&lt;br /&gt;Hoshi ga yurete koboreta&lt;br /&gt;Kakusenai namida  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suteki da ne&lt;br /&gt;Futari te wo tori aruke ta nara&lt;br /&gt;Ikitai yo&lt;br /&gt;Kimi no machi ie ude no naka&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sono kao&lt;br /&gt;Sotto furete&lt;br /&gt;Asa ni tokeru&lt;br /&gt;Yumemiru&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----ENGLISH TRANSLATION----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart was swimming&lt;br /&gt;In words gathered by the wind&lt;br /&gt;My voice bounded&lt;br /&gt;Into a cloud-carried tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart trembled&lt;br /&gt;In the moon-swayed mirror&lt;br /&gt;Soft tears&lt;br /&gt;Spilled with a stream of stars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it beautiful?&lt;br /&gt;Two of us walking hand in hand&lt;br /&gt;I want to go to&lt;br /&gt;Your town, your home, in your arms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dream of being&lt;br /&gt;Against your chest&lt;br /&gt;My body in your keeping&lt;br /&gt;Disappearing into the evening&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Words halted are&lt;br /&gt;A gentle illusion&lt;br /&gt;A tomorrow torn by clouds  &lt;br /&gt;Is the voice of a distant place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart  that had been&lt;br /&gt;In a moon-blurred mirror that flowed&lt;br /&gt;Those stars that trembled and spilt&lt;br /&gt;Cannot hide my tears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it beautiful?&lt;br /&gt;Two of us walking hand in hand&lt;br /&gt;I want to go to&lt;br /&gt;Your town, your home, in your arms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dream&lt;br /&gt;Of your face&lt;br /&gt;That i softly touch&lt;br /&gt;Melts in the morning&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11139550-111209602557535283?l=the-once-dead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-once-dead.blogspot.com/feeds/111209602557535283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11139550&amp;postID=111209602557535283' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11139550/posts/default/111209602557535283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11139550/posts/default/111209602557535283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-once-dead.blogspot.com/2005/03/rikki-suteki-da-ne-kaze-ga-yoseta.html' title=''/><author><name>Melvin screamed inwards at</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16739527580184588487</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-11139550.post-111201646347413569</id><published>2005-03-28T05:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-28T05:27:43.476-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WAHAHA! TODAY THE FAT BEN POK LIAO~ HE WAS THE BANKER, I HAD A BLACKJACK, HUA CHI HAD TRIPLE 7!!! WOOOT~!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11139550-111201646347413569?l=the-once-dead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-once-dead.blogspot.com/feeds/111201646347413569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11139550&amp;postID=111201646347413569' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11139550/posts/default/111201646347413569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11139550/posts/default/111201646347413569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-once-dead.blogspot.com/2005/03/wahaha-today-fat-ben-pok-liao-he-was.html' title=''/><author><name>Melvin screamed inwards at</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16739527580184588487</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-11139550.post-111193254067143892</id><published>2005-03-27T05:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-28T00:27:54.796-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okay, okay i'll update! bah i'm making it sound like as if amanda is forcing me to update, but anyways i've got nothing to do, so..yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay..let's start with yesterday. went to help train the c boys, had a couple of thunders, both b boys net and c boys net, had a match with them..blah blah, nothing much actually. okay, so i went home first to have a shower before going out with jas, murphy and khui huay. NEXT TIME I'M NEVER GOING OUT WITH MURPHY AGAIN. why? read on to find out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first, murphy and i went to plaza singapura to buy the tickets first, since we were the first to reach, bought tickets for the eye 10, was kinda hoping it to be really scary, but kinda disappointed. have my hopes high for samara though, it's from the producers of the ring and ju-on, should be real scary. okay, enough of that, waited for jas and k.h to arrive and bought popcorns, and went in to the theatre. okay, went to see the show, it was more like a..comedy? yeah it had some scary parts, the intro for instance, but the standard still isn't there. i've seen shows who could scare people with just running water, not some demon possessed woman, or whatever it is. i liked the part when one of the guys should be tapping the bowl with his chopsticks, instead he got so nervous when he saw the ghosts and started tapping both sets of his teeth instead,and there was this..he farted and one of the ghosts breathed it in and fainted! LOL couldn't stop laughing hahaha..and somewhere during the movie i accidentally poured popcorn all over jas -_- DAMN, okay not all over her but her skirt and jacket, bah that sucks =( in some parts of the movie i felt really bored, so started threwing popcorn around at people, lols, think i missed most of them, popcorn can't fly far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, then i threw a popcorn seed at murphy, hit him right in the face, THEN HE HAD TO POUR HIS WHOLE TUB OF POPCORN ON ME AND JAS. GRRRR. I WAS THE ONE WHO THREW IT AT HIM WTF DID HE POUR IT ON JAS FOR. and he was stupid enough to think it was an ice cube -_- i didn't even had a drink beside me, i gave mine for jas and k.h to share. damn, can you think? bah, let's not talk about that anymore, so after the movie we went to the heeren, bought my x-japan cd which costs $40 -_- there was another one which costs $70 but i didn't buy it, anyways it's all remixed songs, don't want them anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to my aunt's house after that, cos it's my cousin's birthday, didn't do much there cept play his ps2 and comp, and choked on his cake -_- went home, online til about 1:30am , woke up quite early this morning. went online  for a while and went back to sleep, woke up at around 2:30 in the noon, and went to brush my teeth etc etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to murphy's house which is nearby, to retrieve my cds which i left with him yesterday, when i got home i began ripping all the songs into my computer, then uploaded them into my ipod, after that went to the same aunt's house again, to have dinner, probably cos both my parents aren't in singapore at the moment, and it's rather inconvenient for my grandmother to go to and fro to the market, instead my cousin's elder bro, which is another of my cousin, drove his dad's car to fetch us to his place. mm..had a rather nice dinner, yeah my aunt's a great cook, but had to leave for tuition shortly after that =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, at first i enjoyed the tuition, cos time seemed to pass really fast, =) but he released me 16 minutes late -_- bah, he couldn't even pronouce pythagoras properly! it's supposed to be pai-tuh-ger-rus, NOT pee-tah-gor-ras, being a teacher he didn't even knew what was a hypotenuse -_- anyways he just sucks, but he has a son which i admire though. OMG he NEVER STUDIES and yet he's still in the gifted program -_- everytime i go to my tuition's teacher place he's either watching t.v or playing the comp, i never saw him reading a book, just like you never see me reading a book =) man i wished i had a brain like his -_- but i dun wanna be in the gifted programme though, i wanna be in xinmin =) for what reason? you guess.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11139550-111193254067143892?l=the-once-dead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-once-dead.blogspot.com/feeds/111193254067143892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11139550&amp;postID=111193254067143892' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;Ah kizu tsuku koto nante&lt;br /&gt;Nareta hazu dakedo ima wa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah kono mama dakishimete&lt;br /&gt;Nureta mama no kokoro wo&lt;br /&gt;Kawari tsuzukeru kono  toki ni&lt;br /&gt;Kawaranai ai ga aru nara&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will you hold my heart&lt;br /&gt;Namida uketomete&lt;br /&gt;Mou kowaresou na&lt;br /&gt;All my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forever love,  forever dream&lt;br /&gt;Afureru omoi dake ga&lt;br /&gt;Hageshiku setsunaku jikan wo umetsukusu&lt;br /&gt;Oh tell me why&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All i see is blue in my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will you stay with me&lt;br /&gt;Kaze ga sugisaru made&lt;br /&gt;Mata afuredasu&lt;br /&gt;All my tears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forever love, forever dream&lt;br /&gt;Kono mama soba ni ite&lt;br /&gt;Yoake ni furueru kokoro wo dakshimete&lt;br /&gt;Oh stay with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah,  subete ga owareba ii&lt;br /&gt;Owari no nai kono yoru ni&lt;br /&gt;Ah, ushinau mono nante&lt;br /&gt;Nanimo nai anata  dake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forever love, forever dream&lt;br /&gt;Kono mama soba ni ite&lt;br /&gt;Yoake ni furueru kokoro wo dakishimete&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, will you stay with me&lt;br /&gt;Kaze ga sugisaru made&lt;br /&gt;Mour dare yori mo soba ni&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forever love, forever dream&lt;br /&gt;Kore ijou arukenai&lt;br /&gt;Oh tell me why&lt;br /&gt;Oh tell me the truth&lt;br /&gt;Oshiete ikiru imi wo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forever love, forever dream&lt;br /&gt;Afureru namida no naka&lt;br /&gt;Kagayaku kisetsu ga eien ni kawaru made&lt;br /&gt;Forever love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bah, nothing to do so come post this &gt;.&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11139550-111188983803407065?l=the-once-dead.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-11139550.post-111171987825996854</id><published>2005-03-24T18:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-24T19:14:42.593-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>X-Japan - Silent Jealousy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm looking for you&lt;br /&gt;Trying to reach your roses&lt;br /&gt;Carried away by the time.&lt;br /&gt;Seijaku No Kyouki Ni Katame  Wo&lt;br /&gt;TSubusaseta mama&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've gone away,&lt;br /&gt;From the stage leaving no words,&lt;br /&gt;There's just fake tears left.&lt;br /&gt;Isuwari no shinju  de kazatta&lt;br /&gt;Bara no hanataba wo sagasu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm blind, insane.&lt;br /&gt;In the red of silence&lt;br /&gt;Now I've lost your love&lt;br /&gt;Genkaku no ai ni kawareta&lt;br /&gt;Ayatsuri ningyo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get me back on my feet,&lt;br /&gt;Get me back to myself,&lt;br /&gt;Pretend you love me.&lt;br /&gt;Yubisaki made shinku ni somatta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot stop.&lt;br /&gt;Silent jealousy&lt;br /&gt;Don't you leave me alone.&lt;br /&gt;Kanashimi ni midarete&lt;br /&gt;Modorenai ai wo kazaru&lt;br /&gt;Kurikaesu kodoku no naka ni&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me the truth, doko ni yukeba&lt;br /&gt;Kurushimi wo aiseru&lt;br /&gt;I still want your love, ai wo tomete&lt;br /&gt;Kurui saku kioku wo  keshite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wanted to stay with you&lt;br /&gt;I just wanted to feel your breath of grace&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know what to do&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't say anything&lt;br /&gt;When consciousness returned&lt;br /&gt;Everything had been washed away by the tide of time,&lt;br /&gt;Even you.&lt;br /&gt;But the scars of memory never fade away&lt;br /&gt;I can't stop loving you&lt;br /&gt;Stop my tears,&lt;br /&gt;Stop my loving&lt;br /&gt;Kill my memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You dyed my heart in blood.&lt;br /&gt;No way to kill my sadness&lt;br /&gt;Tachisaru mae ni koroshite&lt;br /&gt;Kyouki no ai ni dakareta  hitomi wa&lt;br /&gt;Nani no mienai&lt;br /&gt;Ima wo, I miss you,&lt;br /&gt;Can't live without you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silent Jealousy, yume ni ochite  &lt;br /&gt;Dakishimeru kioku wo&lt;br /&gt;Stay in yesterday, toki wo tomete&lt;br /&gt;Take me back to the memory,&lt;br /&gt;To the dream,&lt;br /&gt;Silent Jealousy,&lt;br /&gt;Don't you leave me alone,&lt;br /&gt;Kanashimi ni midarete&lt;br /&gt;Kill me, love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11139550-111171987825996854?l=the-once-dead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-once-dead.blogspot.com/feeds/111171987825996854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11139550&amp;postID=111171987825996854' 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see the babu singh, because of yesterday's attire check..didn't had a belt, so borrowed one from eddie. then i saw mr. lim there ^&amp;%#@(# he was the asshole who caught my hair yesterday...luckily he didn't mention anything about my hair TODAY, and thank god i didn't went to have my sideburns cut *phew* &gt;.&lt;&gt;.&lt; i'd rather stand in the foyer man. so the first part was easy, and for the last part...erm...i lost 10 marks straight -_- so the max now i can get is 15/25 , bah to hell with maths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next. a.maths. mr ng didn't come again today wooO!~ had the same relief teacher as tuesday, she has that...baby faced look, but...who cares she a nice person anyway ahaha x) the last time she came we were playing blackjack in class, RIGHT IN FRONT OF HER FACE. but we bluffed her we were practicing permutation and congrugation, a.maths yeah? she kinda didn't really believed us but she let us play anyway w00t !~ won $6 that day lalala~ but today didn't really felt like playing, just meddle with the cards try practicing my mediocre card tricks, damn couldn't even get them right -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next was geog. mrs wong came, used to like her a lot, she tends to give us the answers before every test, then i'll write it down on the table everytime, so usually scored pretty high for geog =) but now i don't really like her, dunno why..bah let's not talk about that. okay, so the other dudes were playing cards again, mrs wong didn't knew, dumb dumb =x it was pretty obvious actually, but..yeah. then she had to relieve the history teacher -_- and wanted us to finish our geog hw, the whole class was like, WTF!? huan loh her, we carried on with our stuffs anyway, then me, haikal and eddie slipped out of the class before lesson ends, early recess yeah~ xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so english was boring, after that we had chinese. mr. tang didn't came to class today, cos he had to go down to the m.o.e. for some talk or meeting or whatsoever, none of my business anyways, so me zhan yuan, benjamin tan j.h and eddie went down to the library to chill out x) hahas, then we saw that the library was actually screening i, robot, had lots of sec 1s there watching..so me and zhan yuan went to di siao them. we stood in front some of the sec 1 boys, blocking them on purpose, funny they didn't complain..not at all, who cares about them x) nothing to do in the library anyways, went back up to class, they went doing their stuff and i was using one of their soft toys as pillow, slept throughout the lesson zZzZZZzz ahh..nice~ didn't really slept well last night, too many things on my mind. don't feel like listing them out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, so all was fine but jun kiat and benjamin HAD TO BE EXTRA and started throwing glitter everywhere -_- damn in the end my back had loads of glitter, shit lah can you find something better to do? beating up amos sounds good. speaking of amos, he so damn xia lan today, and guai lan too. me and kun yang WASN'T EVEN TALKING TO HIM AND HE HAD TO MAKE SO MANY COMMENTS, none of which were good as well. damn you amos, i'm beating you up on monday. for pissing me off. the glitter was meant to be at you but you had to duck and i got glitter all over me as a result. fuck you upside down man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i went home, saw clara, was looking for k.h i think..heard that they lost the match =( shit, now they're out of the top 4, damn. then saw gwen who die die also won't return my $5 which she kope from me, didn't want to get it from her actually..cos she lost her hp and wallet, so ke lian ke lian her la, don't go after it anymore, but now my shoebag is missing -_- maybe don't get from her lah, it doesn't really costs that much anyways, but my shoes! =( saw jasmine outside the school gate too, she seemed really anxious to want her assignment which i did for her , just that i forgot to bring it along today -_- bah, i think that's all. take care&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday, our last training with the sec 4s, including gim hock, jackson, luke and  wee kiat =(  honestly, i don't like gim hock bossing around, but he's a good captain..yeah, and responsible too. we probably might never be able train together again, but we get to play together too yeah? volleyball rocks =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11139550-111165219371061158?l=the-once-dead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-once-dead.blogspot.com/feeds/111165219371061158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11139550&amp;postID=111165219371061158' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11139550/posts/default/111165219371061158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11139550/posts/default/111165219371061158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-once-dead.blogspot.com/2005/03/okay-so-right-after-morning-assembly-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Melvin screamed inwards at</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16739527580184588487</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-11139550.post-111157776973488375</id><published>2005-03-23T03:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-23T04:47:13.766-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okay, so my mum and dad finally left for shanghai early this morning, she said she'll return put the alarm clock in my room when she woke up, but wtf she forgot -_- i was supposed to give jasmine a morning call at 6am, in the end i overslept, because of her carelessness..bah can;t blame her much actually, rushing to the airport and all...yeah.. &gt;.&lt; anyways, i didn't got late for school *phew*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next, went to school, then forgot to bring my p.e shirt -_- was wondering whether i could wear my volleyball jersey for p.e =x so i asked samuel whether he had an extra tee, and woooo he had one xD it was kinda small though..but heck, took it anyways. then after the morning assembly there was this attire check, wtf at first i got away, then this stupid SL had to come, and catch my belt! @$*(@^$(@^ never liked her, in fact i HATE her, she's like always so enthusiastic, but it's like NOBODY CARES, except those dumb SLs who play along with her. And Mr. Lim has to come and catch my hair -_- crap, he said my sideburn was too long...PLEASE LAH GO CHECK TAK SHENG'S, his is like, 2-3 times longer than mine, but the stupid Zuliana didn't catch him, wtf?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can't be bothered to cut my hair today, to hell with mr. lim dude.and lessons, boring as usual. but wtf at the end of school i found my shoebag missing -_- jamie and eddie said they saw it, but it's like, missing? SCREW YOU FAGGOT WHO STOLE MY STUFF. huachi said to go to the fire hose and dry rise thingies there to search, but then it's like...nothing? so freaking angry, went around slamming my fists at anything and everything. didn't really hurt though, couldn't think of the pain..just anger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;volleyball, SO FREAKING TIRING. helped with c boys training, didn't felt like going home. damn i had to serve 90 balls consecutively, after which 90 spikes consecutively as well, now my triceps and shoulder blades of both arms are kinda numb. -_- then only thing that appealed to me today was b boys training, whoa seh shiok~ had many thunders during free spiking, it went&lt;br /&gt;'ping piang, ping piang'....i love that sound w00t x) you could say i'm on form hehehs. then we played 4 matches...then my form kinda dropped, couldn't really kill them, probably cos the ball too far from the net, unable to bring it down...but yeah there's sai gong around, national youth don't play play x) i guess this post if long enough, so end here for now peeps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheers,&lt;br /&gt;melvin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11139550-111157776973488375?l=the-once-dead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-once-dead.blogspot.com/feeds/111157776973488375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11139550&amp;postID=111157776973488375' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11139550/posts/default/111157776973488375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11139550/posts/default/111157776973488375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-once-dead.blogspot.com/2005/03/okay-so-my-mum-and-dad-finally-left.html' title=''/><author><name>Melvin screamed inwards at</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16739527580184588487</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-11139550.post-111133234019259887</id><published>2005-03-20T07:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-21T07:59:07.766-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so i've decided to be a little like jasmine, including nicknames or things related to that person beside their links..kinda fun  =) i especially loved calvin's, hello kitty...coming down to play LOL  &gt;.&lt; so...nothing much today, just went all the way to jurong to have breakfast..my mom went to do her stuff and i was in the car sleeping all day long...and came back after that. that's all =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheers,&lt;br /&gt;melvin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11139550-111133234019259887?l=the-once-dead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-once-dead.blogspot.com/feeds/111133234019259887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11139550&amp;postID=111133234019259887' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11139550/posts/default/111133234019259887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11139550/posts/default/111133234019259887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-once-dead.blogspot.com/2005/03/so-ive-decided-to-be-little-like.html' title=''/><author><name>Melvin screamed inwards at</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16739527580184588487</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-11139550.post-111124615962871574</id><published>2005-03-19T07:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-19T07:29:19.630-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Girl I followed my heart,&lt;br /&gt;   Followed the truth,&lt;br /&gt;   Right from the start it led me to you,&lt;br /&gt;   Please don't leave me this way,&lt;br /&gt;   I'm guilty now all I have to say..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   If it's wrong to tell the truth..&lt;br /&gt;   Then what am I supposed to do?&lt;br /&gt;   When all I want to do is speak my mind..speak my mind..&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   If it's wrong to do what's right,&lt;br /&gt;   I'm prepared to testify..&lt;br /&gt;   If loving you with all my hearts a crime,&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Then I'm guilty..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11139550-111124615962871574?l=the-once-dead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-once-dead.blogspot.com/feeds/111124615962871574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11139550&amp;postID=111124615962871574' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11139550/posts/default/111124615962871574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11139550/posts/default/111124615962871574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-once-dead.blogspot.com/2005/03/girl-i-followed-my-heart-followed.html' 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href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11139550&amp;postID=111114755182120521' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11139550/posts/default/111114755182120521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11139550/posts/default/111114755182120521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-once-dead.blogspot.com/2005/03/diao.html' title=''/><author><name>Melvin screamed inwards at</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16739527580184588487</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-11139550.post-111088086954159933</id><published>2005-03-15T02:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-15T02:04:06.726-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>read the title,       LEAVE ME ALONE OKAY!?!? ...sorry not in my mood today..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11139550-111088086954159933?l=the-once-dead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-once-dead.blogspot.com/feeds/111088086954159933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11139550&amp;postID=111088086954159933' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11139550/posts/default/111088086954159933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11139550/posts/default/111088086954159933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-once-dead.blogspot.com/2005/03/read-title-leave-me-alone-okay.html' title=''/><author><name>Melvin screamed inwards at</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16739527580184588487</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-11139550.post-111080449150204767</id><published>2005-03-14T04:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-14T04:48:11.503-08:00</updated><title type='text'>a penny of my thoughts</title><content type='html'>today went to my bro's house..started off by taking turns to play cs, it was soooo nice x) but didn't really play for long, so went down and wanted to play badminton, but instead we saw his friends there playing soccer..and some holy innocents idiots there playing 'bi xian' like, pen/pencil/marker/brush spirit  yeah i think you get what i mean &gt;.&lt; one of them was like "OMFG he/she wants me to die!! boohoooohooo!!!" then i was like -_-" then we joked about how they were gonna die, like getting ran over by a car and get bitten by dogs then die of excessive loss of blood etc etc, LOL IT WAS SO FUNNY YOU GUYS SHOULD'VE BEEN THERE!! then we were like, sitting beside them watching them play and they were like..bootlicking to the spirit? one of the boys even sounds like an ah gua, wanted to beat him up, yeah we were planning to lol.they said that they can't leave their hands of the marker, and couldn't retaliate if we hit them and ran, but pity we didn't x( aiyah nvm la, so didn't play badminton, we ended up playing soccer w00t! yeah i was the goalie but i did badly, anyway it was 5 on 4! no fair! nearly scored twice from the other side of the pitch, i can tell you it was sooooooooooooooooooooooo close! you shoulda seen it as well! yeah but we lost, i did a few spectacular saves too okay? unlike the other goalie sit there pah xiao (masturbate =pp), not that we have lousy players, but they have like..a jc student?anyways i went home soon after, then went for dinner blah blah..then saw her online..FINALLY!! xD anyways nothing much later&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheers,&lt;br /&gt;melvin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11139550-111080449150204767?l=the-once-dead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-once-dead.blogspot.com/feeds/111080449150204767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11139550&amp;postID=111080449150204767' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11139550/posts/default/111080449150204767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11139550/posts/default/111080449150204767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-once-dead.blogspot.com/2005/03/penny-of-my-thoughts.html' title='a penny of my thoughts'/><author><name>Melvin screamed inwards at</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16739527580184588487</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-11139550.post-111055180258546310</id><published>2005-03-11T06:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-11T06:36:42.586-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>school today..BORING,    as usual..the only event that appealed to me was that i got to go out with my bro after school...weeeeeee =D he rocks man, real great buddy, i consider myself extremely lucky to know someone like him =D you rock bro! went to junction 8, can't decide what to watch &gt;.&lt; we finally decided on spongbob squarepants!! lol, it may sound childish but its actually a very nice movie! very funny,strongly recommend..ok a little less than strongly la =) but anyway, its nice! lol, after that went to eat KFC, and then return home, enjoyed myself today lots, cos my bro is around haha =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheers,&lt;br /&gt;melvin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11139550-111055180258546310?l=the-once-dead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-once-dead.blogspot.com/feeds/111055180258546310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11139550&amp;postID=111055180258546310' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11139550/posts/default/111055180258546310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11139550/posts/default/111055180258546310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-once-dead.blogspot.com/2005/03/school-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Melvin screamed inwards at</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16739527580184588487</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-11139550.post-111045695194027116</id><published>2005-03-10T04:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-10T04:15:51.980-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today..nothing special, just felt especially tired...go slept for 2 whole periods during english lol&lt;br /&gt;then when i saw her walked past my classroom, then suddenly i didn't feel tired anymore! then went to chinese...yeah sucks..got made fun of by mr tang -_- but at least i get to hand in one of my holiday hmwk later then others =) sssh secret, so can't tell ya all hehe =) then it was training..hmm..nothing much either. just performed better than the last training, then i found out that tomorrow has no training!!! w000t =D so song..can go out with my bro lalala~ but there's this umm not so pleasant person tagging along as well..umm..guess its ok la..then went to have sushi at serangoon garden cos its clara's birthday..mm...tasty =) but i didn't manage to get full though..arrived a little late...then they already eaten bout $60 worth of food...so..just 1/2 full hahas..yep,  i think thats all for today, so cya =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheers,&lt;br /&gt;melvin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11139550-111045695194027116?l=the-once-dead.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-11139550.post-111038072150253559</id><published>2005-03-09T06:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-09T07:05:21.503-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today ar...umm...quite interesting hehe =) i listened to my iPod in class but the teacher didn't catch lol, cos i concealed it too well =) then later play poker in during chemistry kena caught by mr. choo &gt;.&lt; but he let us off..yeah *heng* then the rest of the lessons...nothing much..boring. after school was intending to go out with my bro...but pity he forgotten to bring his phone..yeah pity.. =( and his parents and 3rd sis are going to thailand..he was pretty sad about it..gonna be so alone cos his 1st and 2nd sis usually tends to work till pretty late..BEING ALONE SUCKS!!! don't worry bro, anyways practise hard for your cs =) also nothing much today..mm..kaes cya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheers,&lt;br /&gt;melvin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11139550-111038072150253559?l=the-once-dead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-once-dead.blogspot.com/feeds/111038072150253559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11139550&amp;postID=111038072150253559' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11139550/posts/default/111038072150253559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11139550/posts/default/111038072150253559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-once-dead.blogspot.com/2005/03/today-ar.html' title=''/><author><name>Melvin screamed inwards at</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16739527580184588487</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-11139550.post-111029991160953972</id><published>2005-03-08T08:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-08T08:39:04.863-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yeah..not gonna put in much today..i've got chilli splurted into my eye-_-, have a little problem seeing..so..yeah..end here for now &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheers,&lt;br /&gt;melvin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11139550-111029991160953972?l=the-once-dead.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-11139550.post-111019662748155153</id><published>2005-03-07T03:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-07T03:57:07.483-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>1st of all...I WANT TO CHANGE PLACE!! i dun wan sit with cynthia...shooo damn violent one -_-&lt;br /&gt;everytime for no reason come and whack me, some more got one time even punch my face...ok la is i dare her one lol. *punch* then i was like, "eh faster leh" hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;today i was listening to the lesson (surprising eh?) then she suddenly slam something at my face -_-" wah biang what did i ever do to offend her...and when i was sleeping she piak my hand so hard..hurts a lot &gt;.&lt; cannot call me nicely wake up meh? then training today...mm....ok la not too bad, cept missed a lot of blocks, thats all haha =) wonder how the girls did today..hm..must have won the match la, they quite good anyways =) and after training injure my back a little, jump serve arch too far back, and eddy su go wham the ball at my left wrist also -_- why am i always the one that keeps getting injured...but heck minor injuries nia, guess im gonna be ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheers,&lt;br /&gt;melvin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11139550-111019662748155153?l=the-once-dead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-once-dead.blogspot.com/feeds/111019662748155153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11139550&amp;postID=111019662748155153' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11139550/posts/default/111019662748155153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11139550/posts/default/111019662748155153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-once-dead.blogspot.com/2005/03/1st-of-all.html' title=''/><author><name>Melvin screamed inwards at</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16739527580184588487</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-11139550.post-111009273596472618</id><published>2005-03-05T22:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-06T06:04:21.156-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today woke up, first thing is kena scolding -_-" that set off my mood for the day - pissed. my aunt was giving us a treat at some dim sum restaurant, then i started looking for the pair of jeans i hung up a few days ago, and i found out my fucking older brother wore it yesterday &gt;=( even more pissed. fucking bastard, like no jeans like that must wear mine, and later gave me a lot of excuses...mother fucker. so i took the shirt he was gonna wear for today, crumpled it up, and threw it at the floor, then started kicking it...and a lot of creases came out =D really felt happy doing that, REVENGE IS SWEET!my bro told my mum, and then later kena scolding by her for doing that, WHO CARES. let her scold all she wants, i don't give a fucking damn.just felt pissed.after that me and my brother quarrel again, i said "bueh song issit?!" he muttered smth then went out of the room, then i shouted out "you gan enough come back here settle lah, dun dare fight issit!? DUA HUM GAO, HUM JI KIA bueh gan!" then my mum still say i so slow, last to bathe, then everybody got to wait for you etc etc. that moron, im like the first to get ready OK!?in fact im ALWAYS the first. she's the one thats making everybody wait for her, choose her clothes for 10 minutes, then blow dry her hair etc etc. so we reached that restaurant, felt pissed..so TO HELL WITH TABLE MANNERS, i just took whatever i wanted to eat, dun care the others. then my family wanted to go to IKEA to see dunno what shit, as if they gonna buy. thought it was a waste of time so i lompang my auntie back home..i sat alone in the back seat..i wanted to be alone, listen to the radio quietly..but then my auntie started saying something which made me really irritated, then we quarreled in the car..then i couldn't take it anymore and i shouted out "diam lah! lim peh now very bueh song, don't make yourself the first one to get beaten up by me today" the rest...lazy to talk about it, so i will end here for now..pissed today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheers,&lt;br /&gt;melvin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11139550-111009273596472618?l=the-once-dead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-once-dead.blogspot.com/feeds/111009273596472618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11139550&amp;postID=111009273596472618' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11139550/posts/default/111009273596472618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11139550/posts/default/111009273596472618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-once-dead.blogspot.com/2005/03/today-woke-up-first-thing-is-kena.html' title=''/><author><name>Melvin screamed inwards at</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16739527580184588487</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-11139550.post-111002975261963862</id><published>2005-03-05T05:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-05T05:35:52.620-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today, woke up at around 8:30, and went out at around 9:30, to meet up with mr bro Diliang =D *yay*  meet up at kovan mrt platform, then went to cineleisure wahhaha =)  couldn't decide what to watch, then finally decide on ah hao yi dong cheng bao =) (howl's moving castle) quite a nice show really =) the artist had pretty good drawing skills, but the animation was...well..normal.&lt;br /&gt;bought the tickets, then went walking around the 4th floor, then we saw 2 people right below us, on the ground floor...weets =) easy targets muahahaha, we spit down right at them, and....headshot!!! then quickly run away, those 2 idiots probably think the ceiling is leaking...but it so bright and sunny and...yeah you know =) the funny thing is...they did not move away! then we went back, and pui! oh another headshot =) heheh then this time they sure suspect smth, we ran to the other side of the 4th floor and watch the 'show' hahaha,they called the security guard over and kept looking up, like idiots as usual...and we were on the other side laughing until whole body aching =D ok then time was up, went into the theater..and behind 2 japanese idiots laughing at everything, and i really mean EVERYTHING, it wasn't that funny...ok in some parts funny but that doesn't give them an excuse to keep laughing..shoooo damn peck ceck...ok maybe not that much -_-&lt;br /&gt;then ran to bugis to play cs, had a decent number of kills, and played quite well =)&lt;br /&gt;after that went to eat, didn't felt hungry so watched my bro there eating...then suddenly i also feel hungry &gt;.&lt; ok we went home...cos i had to rush to tuition grrr....I HATE THAT TUITION TEACHER!!! if anyone offers you science tuition from mr. thomas ng do not ever ever accept it, its soooo damn boring! today keep talking about what constant also don't understand...the only thing i know is, im CONSTANTLY looking at the clock...it seems forever before the tuition will end...everytime i go in then im like....ok, bless me to get out of here with a sane mind...thought of a lot to write..but its kinda long anyway, so i think ill save  it heh..ok thats all for now =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheers,&lt;br /&gt;melvin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11139550-111002975261963862?l=the-once-dead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-once-dead.blogspot.com/feeds/111002975261963862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11139550&amp;postID=111002975261963862' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11139550/posts/default/111002975261963862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11139550/posts/default/111002975261963862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-once-dead.blogspot.com/2005/03/today-woke-up-at-around-830-and-went.html' title=''/><author><name>Melvin screamed inwards at</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16739527580184588487</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-11139550.post-110993775842017147</id><published>2005-03-04T03:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-04T04:12:36.160-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>heh..thanks jas for helping me create =D&lt;br /&gt;lol but i gotta treat ya a movie in return -_- oh well..whatever (=&lt;br /&gt;today..well kinda complicated...dun wanna talk about it, lazy to. maybe ill be a little more interested tomorrow (= kinda tired now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheers,&lt;br /&gt;melvin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11139550-110993775842017147?l=the-once-dead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-once-dead.blogspot.com/feeds/110993775842017147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11139550&amp;postID=110993775842017147' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11139550/posts/default/110993775842017147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11139550/posts/default/110993775842017147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-once-dead.blogspot.com/2005/03/heh.html' title=''/><author><name>Melvin screamed inwards at</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16739527580184588487</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-11139550.post-110968518708972583</id><published>2005-03-01T05:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-01T05:53:07.090-08:00</updated><title type='text'>testing onli</title><content type='html'>erm.. im melvin.. testing onli.. =.='''&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11139550-110968518708972583?l=the-once-dead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-once-dead.blogspot.com/feeds/110968518708972583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11139550&amp;postID=110968518708972583' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11139550/posts/default/110968518708972583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11139550/posts/default/110968518708972583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-once-dead.blogspot.com/2005/03/testing-onli.html' title='testing onli'/><author><name>Melvin screamed inwards at</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16739527580184588487</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>
