<?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'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9207077</id><updated>2009-10-12T14:48:56.874-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a handshake of carbon monoxide.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spongebobpao.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9207077/posts/default?orderby=updated'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spongebobpao.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9207077/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;orderby=updated'/><author><name>The Grim Reaper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01481638687552066116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>499</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9207077.post-4424521606201040017</id><published>2009-09-27T09:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T09:57:10.527-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello friends it has been quite some time since i last blogged :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to watch inglorious &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;basterds&lt;/span&gt; today which i thought was utterly disappointing. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; no idea why &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;everyone's&lt;/span&gt; been telling me it's damn good cos it looks to me like one big feel good &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;nazi&lt;/span&gt; killing movie. honestly i thought it was based on a true story or something like that till i saw how two retards gunned down &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;hilter&lt;/span&gt; in an &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;assassination&lt;/span&gt; that even a 5 year old kid could carry out. and the story line is utterly impossible and filled with long long long dialogues which half the time i do not understand cos it's either in &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;german&lt;/span&gt; or the lingo is just alien to me. the only thing i picked out was when they mentioned &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;jerry&lt;/span&gt; which meant &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;germans&lt;/span&gt; and i know it cos &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;mr&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;teo&lt;/span&gt; gene-en told us while we were going through some lit prose bout &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;nazis&lt;/span&gt; and it led me to think about all that &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;wilfred&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;owen&lt;/span&gt; war poems and how both sides have to dehumanize each other before they're able to kill one another. and i realised it's been awfully long since i touched lit and i really really miss it. which led me to realise that &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; wasting two years in army bumming around rotting my brain away. sigh. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt; so &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;basically&lt;/span&gt; the entire movie's one big farce where seemingly murderous characters can be a comic relief. it's something like burn after reading where one moment u can be laughing and the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;nxt&lt;/span&gt; moment the guy is shot dead but somehow &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_18" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;u're&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_19" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;stil&lt;/span&gt; laughing and after that you question yourself why and it doesn't leave a very good after feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this weekend's f1 week and i think it's really awesome how such a small country &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_20" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;singapore&lt;/span&gt; can host such a massive event. 2 years ago if you ask anyone on the streets whether f1 is &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_21" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;possible&lt;/span&gt; in &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_22" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;singapore&lt;/span&gt; they would laugh and you and see you as a retard, cos the closest racing track we have is pie and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_23" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;cte&lt;/span&gt; and aye and all the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_24" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;eeeeees&lt;/span&gt;. but lo and behold 2 years later we have f1 cars racing pass &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_25" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;esplanade&lt;/span&gt; and supreme court and all over town. who would have thought our roads were actually wide or long enough to fit f1 cars? and the race route is &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_26" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;incredibly&lt;/span&gt; awesome no one would have known how to plan it in such a small congested space but yet we've done it. aren't you proud to be a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_27" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;singaporean&lt;/span&gt;? &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_28" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt; i really am. for this weekend only though. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_29" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;everytime&lt;/span&gt; i see an &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_30" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;angmoh&lt;/span&gt; wearing the signature f1 pass and holding a huge &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_31" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;singapore&lt;/span&gt; map entering a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_32" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;mrt&lt;/span&gt;, i feel like smiling at them and telling them welcome to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_33" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;singapore&lt;/span&gt;. but of cos social norms restrict that and the entire &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_34" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;mrt&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_35" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;wld&lt;/span&gt; think &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_36" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; a retard or someone out to swindle &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_37" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;angmohs&lt;/span&gt;. so secretly inside &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_38" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; happy that they're here and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_39" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; proud that they're in &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_40" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;singapore&lt;/span&gt;. so let us just take a moment to be proud of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_41" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;this tiny island,&lt;/span&gt; that even in such a contrived restricted environment where even pole dancers have to apply for permits, our &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_42" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;pseudo&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_43" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;democratic&lt;/span&gt; government had actually planned and allowed for such a massive ground breaking event to be hosted here. of cos let's not go into how meticulously they have calculated the costs and benefits and realised that the economical benefits far far outweigh the opportunity costs of blocking up the busiest roads in the country for 3 full days, cos that would spoil the fun of being a proud &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_44" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;singaporean&lt;/span&gt; yes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and cheers to lewis hamilton :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9207077-4424521606201040017?l=spongebobpao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spongebobpao.blogspot.com/feeds/4424521606201040017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9207077&amp;postID=4424521606201040017' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9207077/posts/default/4424521606201040017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9207077/posts/default/4424521606201040017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spongebobpao.blogspot.com/2009/09/hello-friends-it-has-been-quite-some.html' title=''/><author><name>The Grim Reaper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01481638687552066116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02990001165464945431'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9207077.post-975537879106903311</id><published>2009-09-15T08:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T09:25:14.328-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;HELLO WORLD&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yes it's been an ultra long time since i blogged. after my previous post, blogging in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;brunei&lt;/span&gt; became virtually &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;impossible&lt;/span&gt; with nosey regulars hovering behind my back whenever i used the computer. but i have to admit &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;brunei&lt;/span&gt; has been good, better than my first trip. and i realised the importance of going with nice friends, people whom you can click with, cos they'll get you through the otherwise unbearable 34 days of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;brunei&lt;/span&gt; boredom. hence, a big THANK YOU to all who went with me to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;brunei&lt;/span&gt;, though i doubt any would be reading this. no one knws that this page exists and i wanna keep it that way haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the first two weeks in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;brunei&lt;/span&gt; was spent on fervent trips to the gym, and badminton after. we were basically very very healthy people. but the third week someone discovered that we could all link up laptops to create some ad-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;hoc&lt;/span&gt; wireless &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;lan&lt;/span&gt; and play &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;dota&lt;/span&gt; with absolutely no lag, and henceforth hell began &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;dota&lt;/span&gt; sessions started from midnight and ended 5,6am the following day. and we only slept a couple of hours before going for work, which usually start in the early afternoon. and by some miracle there wasn't any flying during the last week, so we had longer &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;dota&lt;/span&gt; sessions, till 7,8am in the morning. and more than often i find myself waking up at 5pm walking about like a zombie searching for food (that's the screwed up time when lunch hadalready been cleared but dinner had not arrived) and this daily routine completely screwed up body clock, had a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;freakin&lt;/span&gt; hard time when i came back to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;singapore&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt; and my dad constantly nagged at how unhealthy my lifestyle was. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;argh&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;brunei&lt;/span&gt; had been a a month long of nice personal time for me. you get to think through &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; of stuff that you wouldn't back in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;singapore&lt;/span&gt; cos you're just too busy. and somehow the freedom of being alone rocks. i didn't have to answer to anyone and no one cared bout me. to be honest i got quite irritated with my parent's constant nagging when i got back &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt; but now &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; numb to it :) and i find that i have more &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;meaningful&lt;/span&gt; conversations with people instead of all that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;msn&lt;/span&gt; nonsense back home. emails and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;facebook&lt;/span&gt; are much much more effective &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;HAHA&lt;/span&gt;.  a huge huge &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;thankew&lt;/span&gt; to all who replied to my melancholic monologues &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;hahaha&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but of course having said all that, home is still the best :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'M BACK &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;YOOOOOOO&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9207077-975537879106903311?l=spongebobpao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spongebobpao.blogspot.com/feeds/975537879106903311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9207077&amp;postID=975537879106903311' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9207077/posts/default/975537879106903311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9207077/posts/default/975537879106903311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spongebobpao.blogspot.com/2009/09/hello-world-yes-its-been-ultra-long.html' title=''/><author><name>The Grim Reaper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01481638687552066116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02990001165464945431'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9207077.post-6142382641006970280</id><published>2009-08-12T23:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T00:26:12.129-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i fucking fucking hate people who linger behind you like some housefly watching your every move when you use the computer. there's such a thing called privacy and i think it's something regulars do not understand. some are even more thick skinned as to ask you to introduce pretty cute girls to them when &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;u're&lt;/span&gt; on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;facebook&lt;/span&gt;, or pointing out every girl which pops out on your pictures and asking you who they are and whether can intro or not. fucking irritating bastards. they seriously have zero &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;eq&lt;/span&gt;. there was even this regular who stood behind me for a full TEN MINUTES commenting on everything that i did on the com, and he didn't even get it when i started ignoring his questions and surfed &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;MSN&lt;/span&gt;. he simply asked "whoa you really so free nothing better to do go surf &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;msn&lt;/span&gt; huh?" i gave up and just walked away, and the best part was he still didn't get it that i was irritated with him. EPIC FAILURE MAN. sometimes i really feel like screaming in their faces GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY COMPUTER and risk being caught in an awkward situation for the next 30 days. zero &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;eq&lt;/span&gt; regulars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;other than that, i guess life's pretty relaxing in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;brunei&lt;/span&gt;. i work an average of only 5 hours a day, and the rest of the time &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; free. which is where the problem comes. too much free time equates to massive boredom. even after &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;gymming&lt;/span&gt; every single day and the occasional &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;dota&lt;/span&gt;, i find myself staring out into space asking what am i doing here rather too often. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and my dreams are getting more exciting than real life, which is really very very very sad. i think &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; having much more fun in my dreams living my own manifestations, which explains why i sleep more than ten hours a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i still marvel at how &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;bruneians&lt;/span&gt; can spend all their life here and not get bored to death. i really really want to know what an average &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;bruneian&lt;/span&gt; does for a day. do they carve chopsticks out of wooden blocks or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;sth&lt;/span&gt;? or maybe count the number of hairs they have? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;horrible sad boring times.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9207077-6142382641006970280?l=spongebobpao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spongebobpao.blogspot.com/feeds/6142382641006970280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9207077&amp;postID=6142382641006970280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9207077/posts/default/6142382641006970280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9207077/posts/default/6142382641006970280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spongebobpao.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-fucking-fucking-hate-people-who.html' title=''/><author><name>The Grim Reaper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01481638687552066116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02990001165464945431'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9207077.post-2196273430179812253</id><published>2009-08-07T23:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T23:16:25.178-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HELLO WORLD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this blog is finally alive again cos &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;brunei&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt; so for those of you who still come here occasionally, THIS BLOG IS OFFICIALLY ALIVE AGAIN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;rahh&lt;/span&gt; i can't believe &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; in this god &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;forsaken&lt;/span&gt; place again for one full month. back again for another gold mining episode! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt; both figuratively and literally. the allowance they're giving me is good, better than the peanuts i earn back home, so i guess &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; trading one &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;mth&lt;/span&gt; of my time and life for money. wasting my life away &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;argh&lt;/span&gt;. and i might really find oil here and strike it ultra rich till i can buy over the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;saf&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; probably sitting on oil now, so i shall start digging my backyard again &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;tmr&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;ohh&lt;/span&gt; and i watched &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;gi&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;joe&lt;/span&gt; yesterday. how retarded it is watching a movie on the first day in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;brunei&lt;/span&gt;. that's how bored we got. and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;gi&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;joe&lt;/span&gt; is really a huge piece of incoherent bullshit. it's street fighters cum mortal combat cum star wars cum everything that's epic and out of the world all meshed up into one big movie. there's no plot and the movie doesn't make sense. if &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;hollywood&lt;/span&gt; really thinks viewers out there are just here for fast cars hot babes and big explosions, i think they're getting stupid. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;argh&lt;/span&gt; waste of my 7 bucks. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now i really have nothing to do except for the 6 books i brought here. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;hahaha&lt;/span&gt; thank you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;renee&lt;/span&gt; for contributing to 2! books will be my best &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;frens&lt;/span&gt; here and hopefully my brain won't degenerate further.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boredom boredom boreeeeeeeeedommmmmm&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9207077-2196273430179812253?l=spongebobpao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spongebobpao.blogspot.com/feeds/2196273430179812253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9207077&amp;postID=2196273430179812253' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9207077/posts/default/2196273430179812253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9207077/posts/default/2196273430179812253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spongebobpao.blogspot.com/2009/08/hello-world-this-blog-is-finally-alive.html' title=''/><author><name>The Grim Reaper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01481638687552066116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02990001165464945431'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9207077.post-2254451588485531266</id><published>2009-06-30T09:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T08:46:36.360-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;michael&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;jackson&lt;/span&gt; is dead. and every single day people are flooding to send their last wishes, virtually every news station in the world has extensive coverage of every single detail of his death, and radio stations started playing his songs. it's a world wide &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;phenomenon&lt;/span&gt;, and i think it's kinda sad how i cannot relate to him like my parents did, and the legions of fans who flooded times square. sometimes i wish i was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;borned&lt;/span&gt; in that era, where music came from radios and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;cd&lt;/span&gt; album, and the world wide web wasn't as established. it is impossible to have such a single musical icon in this modern era. anyone with a studio at home and a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;myspace&lt;/span&gt; page can make their own music and upload it for the world, u start getting &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; of one hit wonders. people who just become famous for awhile and die down because they suck. u get quantity more than &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;quality&lt;/span&gt;, and that's exactly how the web is screwing everything up. artists cannot survive as they did before cos everyone &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;justs&lt;/span&gt; downloads music for free. and it's really sad cos there's no one single musical icon now, nor in the future, who can hold a torch to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;mj&lt;/span&gt; or the other performers like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;beatles&lt;/span&gt; and stuff. we can no longer relate to the moonwalk as how our parents did, nor the pelvic thrusts. oh wells but like wad i always say, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; a victim of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;illegal&lt;/span&gt; music downloading rather than an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;advocate&lt;/span&gt;. u dun throw money on the floor and expect &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;ppl&lt;/span&gt; to not pick it up &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; down with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;fluuuuuuu&lt;/span&gt;. sucks really cos of the timing. if only my flu came one day late i would be able to go for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;odac&lt;/span&gt; outing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;tonite&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;rahh&lt;/span&gt;. and instead, being a socially responsible self &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;righteous&lt;/span&gt; citizen (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; quite sure &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; accumulated hell lot of good karma &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;tonite&lt;/span&gt; :)), i ate pizza hut and watched harry potter at HOME while &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;odac&lt;/span&gt; was feasting on timbre's pizza and enjoying the nice &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;ambience&lt;/span&gt;. but of cos the pizza got soggy after the rain came and they had no where to sit. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt; i guess it's a fair trade off la &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;hor&lt;/span&gt; :) while the flu screwed up my plans for the entire weekend, it opened up a whole new range of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;possibilities&lt;/span&gt; for next week cos &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; on a six day &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;mccccc&lt;/span&gt;! doctors now are damn &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;imba&lt;/span&gt;! u get a flu u get one week &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;mc&lt;/span&gt;, though he kept reminding me that i had a 13% chance of my flu being a swine flu. and honestly when your fever's 39.3 and u feel like a zombie, u might really think &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;u're&lt;/span&gt; down with swine flu. that was when i realise how useless the army &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;aviva&lt;/span&gt; insurance is cos it doesn't pay if u loose a brain. they have a price tag to every part of your body but not the brain! so wad happens when my brain gets fried by fever? i dun get a single cent! and every month i pay 12.80 to them and they do not insure the most valuable part of my body. retards. but anyway &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; not officially &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;quarantined&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; just quarantined from work but not from going out. whoa this is the most &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;imba&lt;/span&gt; type of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;mc&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41"&gt;hahaha&lt;/span&gt;. just wait till i get well man &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; gonna fully utilise the rest of my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_43"&gt;mcs&lt;/span&gt; till i fall sick again and the cycle repeats all over. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_44"&gt;hahahaha&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;well besides the flu, this week has been rather awesome. dinner with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_45"&gt;meixian&lt;/span&gt; at equinox, which burnt such a big hole in my pocket that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_46"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; officially &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_47"&gt;bankrupt&lt;/span&gt; now. and now i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_48"&gt;knw&lt;/span&gt; why &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_49"&gt;atas&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_50"&gt;tai&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_51"&gt;tais&lt;/span&gt; are always so skinny, cos the portion of food served at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_52"&gt;atas&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_53"&gt;restaurants&lt;/span&gt; cannot even feed a 6 year old kid. when the menu writes king scallops, it sounds utterly mouth watering until u realise they only serve 3 scallops. and they charge u 42 bucks. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_54"&gt;hahaha&lt;/span&gt; i gotta get used to eating less man. but the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_55"&gt;ambiance&lt;/span&gt; was totally awesome. u get to see the entire skyline, better than sitting &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_56"&gt;singapore&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_57"&gt;flyer&lt;/span&gt; yo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;met up with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_58"&gt;drey&lt;/span&gt; on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_59"&gt;wednesday&lt;/span&gt; at this bar called 7ate9. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_60"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt; weird name. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_61"&gt;weird&lt;/span&gt; food &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_62"&gt;oso&lt;/span&gt;. calamari rings come in black. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_63"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt; like totally black. i dunno what the hell they coated it with but i really think they &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_64"&gt;shld&lt;/span&gt; use a more &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_65"&gt;appetizing&lt;/span&gt; colour &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_66"&gt;hahaha&lt;/span&gt;. anyway had a nice time catching up! :) and yes &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_67"&gt;audrey&lt;/span&gt; your arms are bigger than mine &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_68"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;. just kidding la &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_69"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt; dun be paranoid and become &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_70"&gt;anorexic&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_71"&gt;hor&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;flu flu please go &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_72"&gt;awayyyyyy&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9207077-2254451588485531266?l=spongebobpao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spongebobpao.blogspot.com/feeds/2254451588485531266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9207077&amp;postID=2254451588485531266' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9207077/posts/default/2254451588485531266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9207077/posts/default/2254451588485531266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spongebobpao.blogspot.com/2009/06/so-michael-jackson-is-dead.html' title=''/><author><name>The Grim Reaper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01481638687552066116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02990001165464945431'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9207077.post-1371569994732426582</id><published>2009-06-17T19:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T20:34:50.184-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;zouk's&lt;/span&gt; degradation's ground zero. u get to see drunk &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ppl&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;spewn&lt;/span&gt; all over the floor, accompanied by their vomit. and once in a while they carry dead drunk &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;unconscious&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;ppl&lt;/span&gt; (reminds me of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;farrell&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;chan&lt;/span&gt;) out to the streets to rot. and they &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;wld&lt;/span&gt; just lie there like drunk homeless beggars puking and rolling in their own vomit (think &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;farrell&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;chan&lt;/span&gt; again &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;hahahaha&lt;/span&gt;). u &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;knw&lt;/span&gt; i did a bit of mental sums - let's say u need 10 shots to get yourself drunk and each shot cost $5, that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;wld&lt;/span&gt; already cost u $50. plus your entrance fee $25, u pay $75 to get yourself utterly &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;humiliated&lt;/span&gt; lying dead drunk on the floor while the rest of the world looks on and laughs at you (yes i was one of latter :)). these people are either stupid or they just have too much money to throw. i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;tink&lt;/span&gt; the place where the highest concentration of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;ppl&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;vomiting&lt;/span&gt; is not hospitals but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;zouk&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;they're&lt;/span&gt; literally EVERYWHERE and if &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;u're&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;suay&lt;/span&gt; enough u &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;wld&lt;/span&gt; step on some without even noticing. this girl wearing HIGH HEELS slipped on vomit and fell straight onto the nice fresh pool of warm vomit. her entire dress &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;kana&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;lah&lt;/span&gt; damn sad. i pity her boyfriend who's gonna fetch her home later. but no one heard her scream cos the music was deafening, and the pool of vomit continued it's ambush on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;unknowing&lt;/span&gt; high heel wearers &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;hahaha&lt;/span&gt;. in fact i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;tink&lt;/span&gt; u can get away with murder at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;zouk&lt;/span&gt; cos the music drowns out everything. no i won't even consider that music, it's NOISE. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;i'd&lt;/span&gt; stand in front of a super puma helicopter with it's twin turbine engines in full force and still feel more comfortable than standing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;nxt&lt;/span&gt; to the mega speakers in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;zouk&lt;/span&gt;. we gotta start clubbing with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;ear&lt;/span&gt;plugs, think of your poor ear drums people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;and somehow mambo jambo is strangely addictive when &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;u're&lt;/span&gt; half drunk and half tired at 2 in the morning. somehow dancing like what little kids &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;wld&lt;/span&gt; in front of a campfire doesn't seem as sissy anymore. and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; gonna buy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;sam&lt;/span&gt; ting a crown to wear to mambo he's really the king. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;hahahaha&lt;/span&gt;. i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;tink&lt;/span&gt; u can be one of those volunteer dancers on stage &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;alr&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41"&gt;lah&lt;/span&gt;. SAM TING THE MAMBO &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42"&gt;JAMBO&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_43"&gt;KINGG&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but the group of people i really pity most are those poor cleaners. they literally arm themselves with brooms and go around the dance floor HUNTING and sweeping vomit into their dustpans. they're the caped crusaders keeping &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_44"&gt;zouk&lt;/span&gt; safe and slip free, so u go home with clean jeans and dresses. we &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_45"&gt;shld&lt;/span&gt; pay tribute to them or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_46"&gt;sth&lt;/span&gt;, erect a totem in front of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_47"&gt;zouk&lt;/span&gt; to honour them &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_48"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;. and the scene where this cleaner &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_49"&gt;unceremoniously&lt;/span&gt; stepped over a dead drunk and swept off the vomit right in front of his face was both sad and hilarious. what is the world becoming to mannn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_50"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt; anyway met up with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_51"&gt;sihan&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_52"&gt;mingyi&lt;/span&gt; yesterday afternoon, and i was diagnosed with being sexually frustrated. i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_53"&gt;actually&lt;/span&gt; goggled it and this is the definition: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;a person who is generally stressed out or frustrated due to either lack of  sex/sexual encounters or due to bad sex.&lt;br /&gt;signs of the sexually frustrated  are said to include chewing ice, eating chocolate and peeling labels off of beer  bottles&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_54"&gt;HAHAHAHA&lt;/span&gt; I CHEW ICE &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_55"&gt;ALOT&lt;/span&gt;. shit man i gotta start finding a cure to sexual frustration or it's gonna eat me up &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_56"&gt;alivvvveeeee&lt;/span&gt;. had a nice time catching up and stuff, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_57"&gt;sihan&lt;/span&gt; drives like she's having fits. the steering wheel jerks uncontrollably even on straight roads. dangerous female drivers. u see when guys say that women &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_58"&gt;shld&lt;/span&gt; not drive, we're not sexist but it's really cos u suck on the roads and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_59"&gt;u're&lt;/span&gt; a hazard to yourself and everyone around you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_60"&gt;HAHAHA&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;okay sorry i dunno why &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_61"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; still so high perhaps it's cos &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_62"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; listening to mambo now. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_63"&gt;OOOHHHHHHH&lt;/span&gt; SQUARE &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_64"&gt;ROOOMMMSSS&lt;/span&gt;! THEY DON'T LISTEN THEY DON'T CARE, IF A MAN IS IN &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_65"&gt;DESPAIRRRRR&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the world is horrible and warped. and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_66"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; gonna patent this phrase and charge people 50 cents per &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_67"&gt;usuage&lt;/span&gt; :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9207077-1371569994732426582?l=spongebobpao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spongebobpao.blogspot.com/feeds/1371569994732426582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9207077&amp;postID=1371569994732426582' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9207077/posts/default/1371569994732426582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9207077/posts/default/1371569994732426582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spongebobpao.blogspot.com/2009/06/zouks-degradations-ground-zero.html' title=''/><author><name>The Grim Reaper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01481638687552066116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02990001165464945431'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9207077.post-2653122542691779221</id><published>2009-06-14T07:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T06:43:44.927-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;this is our decision, to live fast and die young, we've got the vision, now let's have some fun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt; my weekdays are more happening than my weekends now. dinner with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;shannie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; one &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;monday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;catched&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; up on lots of stuff. all the gossips and retarded shit happening around us, yeah man it's time we updated each other &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. and i took the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;cricle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; line for the first time. was super stunned when i saw how huge &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;bishan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; circle line station was, like all these while &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; been walking pass the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;construction&lt;/span&gt; sites and it didn't seem like they were doing much digging, and suddenly poof an entire underground station pops out of no where. smart has got some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;imba&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; bulldozers and tractors man. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;failed mambo on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;wednesday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; night resulted in a cross country trip to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;holland&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; v, where we were retarded enough to eat &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;swensens&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; because &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;walawala&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; was packed to the brim. but well had &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;quality&lt;/span&gt; time so it's okay. dun worry &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;mingyi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; even though it's all your fault i won't blame u &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. went over to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;zouk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to met mambo king &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;samuel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; ting &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;zhuomin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. chilled at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;winebar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and watched the world go by. people getting drunk and wasted from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;zouk's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;alocohol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. i can't imagine how anyone can get drunk from that, the amount of money they spent to get wasted, crazy retards. the world is very warped. oh and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;chang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; got high on only one glass of long beach. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;tink&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; u &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;shld&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; drink fruit punch instead :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;impromptu outing with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;odac&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;thursday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; night! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; it was just supposed to be ice cream with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;lamly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;yuanli&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, den &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;xy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; happened to be in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;vicinity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; so we decided to sit &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;singapore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;flyer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; instead. but we realised it's gonna be damn boring so by some random comment from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;yuanli&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; we decided to go &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;kbox&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and by some miracle &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;fanzhe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; made it down all the way from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_43"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;harbourfront&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to join us, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_44"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;wilson of cos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. so the six of us went to some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_45"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;ulu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_46"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41"&gt;kbox&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; imitation which looked more like a sleazy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_47"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42"&gt;ktv&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; pub than &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_48"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_43"&gt;kbox&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. i was half expecting us to be accompanied by those ktv xiao mei meis hahaha. and they shut the main doors on us when we left at 4am, got lost in some steamboat resturant which smelled like shit (i'm gonna swear off eating tom yam flavoured steamboat for a long time) and in the end we had to exit through some small door. so much for customer service &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_50"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_45"&gt;ehh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. oh and kbox rekindled my dreams to be singapore idol. i think i can be the next taufik. too bad the auditions close already, shall join nxt year instead den hahahaha. for now i shall just settle for cleo's most eligible bachelor. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and dinner with the guys at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_51"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_46"&gt;brewerkz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_52"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_47"&gt;friday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_53"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_48"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; for the first time in my life i saw &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_54"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_49"&gt;kallang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; leisure park. or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_55"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_50"&gt;issit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_56"&gt;theatre&lt;/span&gt; or shopping centre &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_57"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_51"&gt;argh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; i dunno. retarded place that's in the middle of no where. and thanks &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_58"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_52"&gt;zhihan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; for the treat! all the best for your driving nxt week! and we finally played good poker after a gazillion weeks. 126 soon eh. hahahaa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9207077-2653122542691779221?l=spongebobpao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9207077.post-680020260936964232</id><published>2009-06-05T07:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T08:15:44.766-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i bloody hate youth olympic games or whatever nonsense that's coming to singapore this month. they've closed down almost all the gyms in my area so that the athletes can have a place to take blood samples and all that stuff. it's really ironic how having youth olympic games is supposed to promote healthy living and yet they're shutting down gyms. i mean if those athletes wanna use the gym to train i dun really mind, but shutting it down for blood samples? that's just screwed up. and it's for two months mind you. so now the only gym left is the one at yio chu kang and obviously everyone will flood there. now it's so crowded that i dun even have space to walk. this is a bloody joke man. everything that singapore does is a farce. if someone up there had the brains of a three year old kid, he wld knw that maybe using some multi purpose room in some community club wld do the job. that's the problem when u have too many scholars around who perfer to think with their ass than with common sense. so now like every poor citizen who's not rich enough to afford a california fitness club membership, i'm forced to squeeze with everyone in yio chu kang. and i have half the mind to maul any olympic game athlete i see on the streets. grand theft auto has made me quite violent hahaha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, life has more or less returned to normal from my pre brunei days. i no longer need 10 hours of sleep hahaha. and i'm trying damn hard to reduce my addiction to grand theft auto cos it isn't very healthy to sit in front of the com all day and grow fat. which reminds me i haven't been running since dunno when. and twilight's getting horribly boring. eclipse doesn't have a main plot at all. it's half the book now and i still dun see anything that would keep me attracted and motivated enough to continue reading. but well u can't stop once u've started reading, so i'm gonna endure and hope something big pops up and interests me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and just the other day i rmbred this article bout kids spending too much time on msn and facebook and all these online stuff that they start losing the ability to converse with people in real life face to face. that really scared me abit cos i think i'm actually falling into that trap. hahaha so from now on i shall go out more often and meet more people yes :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9207077-680020260936964232?l=spongebobpao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spongebobpao.blogspot.com/feeds/680020260936964232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9207077.post-8468075354338035008</id><published>2009-05-25T07:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T08:20:44.895-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;uno do tres cuatro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;i dunno what's with barbers, they seem to respond over zealously to the word "cut" and it's like some unwritten code that every barber must do his best in cutting the most hair out of every customer. or perhaps there's some "who can cut the most hair" &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;competition&lt;/span&gt; that has been secretly going on. cos &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; freaking pissed when i use the word "cut" and get half my hair shaved off. and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; at a huge disadvantage cos when u cut your hair u can't wear specs and without my specs &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; as good as blind, so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;everytime&lt;/span&gt; i put on my specs to see my new haircut &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; always in for the shock of my life, and today wasn't an exception. somebody has to remind barbers that it is okay to just trim a little bit of hair here and there, they'll still be paid in full (gladly, willingly and happily). i dun have to make my money worth and cut as much hair as possible. and they gotta realise that hair doesn't grow immediately (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; still trying to find a serum for instant hair growth and when i do &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; quite sure &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; gonna be a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;millionaire&lt;/span&gt;). i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;tink&lt;/span&gt; a haircut is one of the most useless and retarded things on earth cos if u cut your hair &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;u're&lt;/span&gt; guaranteed to look like a special needs kid for at least a week, but if u dun cut your hair it will grow long and out of shape and u'll look like shit as well, either way u're screwed. the world is warped.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; currently deluding myself in 3 different worlds, which explains for the long &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;absence&lt;/span&gt; here. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt; living in delusion is far better than my actuall dull and boring army life. my first world is grand theft auto's liberty city, where anything and everything can happen. you can steal any car u like, open fire at anyone u see on the streets, and start a war with cops. and everything is super duper realistic, to the very finest detail. like if u dun lock your car, there will be people who'll &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;actually&lt;/span&gt; come and steal it. and the entire city is there for u to explore. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt; shit i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;tink&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; sounding more and more like a computer geek. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my second is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;isabella&lt;/span&gt; swan's world of vampires and werewolves. i know it's not &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="border-collapse: collapse;   white-space: pre; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family:Arial;font-size:13px;"&gt;masochistic&lt;/span&gt; to read twilight sequel, but somehow the more u read on the more captivated u get. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;although&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; to admit i still cringe when i read about all that vivid description bout how muscular and handsome &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;edward&lt;/span&gt; is, i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;tink&lt;/span&gt; i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;wld&lt;/span&gt; turn gay trying to do that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and my last is the world of gossip girl, where everyone is pretty and rich and famous. somehow gossip girl spells out the dream of every teenager - to have astronomical wealth, be damn pretty and a place reserved in a ivy league university, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;shoik&lt;/span&gt; life eh.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lastly i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;tink&lt;/span&gt; my brain's rapidly degenerating. i haven't been using my brain for one and a half years already. like really think damn hard till u can feel your brain juice coming out. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt; i need to feel intellectual again. yesterday &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; this crazy idea to go borrow s&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;hakespeare's&lt;/span&gt; plays and all its commentaries and do a little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;research&lt;/span&gt; on every play, at least &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;i'll&lt;/span&gt; be using my brain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;or maybe i shld just stick with my fantasy worlds :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9207077-8468075354338035008?l=spongebobpao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spongebobpao.blogspot.com/feeds/8468075354338035008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9207077.post-830874864661619276</id><published>2009-05-15T08:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T08:37:41.722-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;life in technicolor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;everyone should watch the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;mtv&lt;/span&gt; for this song, watching puppets &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;performing&lt;/span&gt; can be quite captivating. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt; or perhaps it's cos i watched it in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;brunei&lt;/span&gt; where everything was black and white so a little creativity from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;coldplay&lt;/span&gt; got me glued to their &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;mtv&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;have been back for a week now, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; still trying to adjust to life here. somehow i treated &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;brunei&lt;/span&gt; like a place to escape, to take a break from my current life and to put everything aside. it's like a little fantasy i created for myself, i led my own life and i didn't have to answer to anyone, no one really cared bout what i was doing. so back home, the first thing i found hard to adjust was my mum constantly breathing down my neck. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt; i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;knw&lt;/span&gt; it's out of concern, but it irritates me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; cos &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; used to much more peace and silence in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;brunei&lt;/span&gt;. yeah i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;knw&lt;/span&gt; i sound like a damn &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;unfilial&lt;/span&gt; kid here &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;hahaha&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;aircon&lt;/span&gt; is another thing that i cannot get used to. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;brunei's&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;aircon&lt;/span&gt; was really damn damn damn cold, we turn it on to full blast and i had two blankets but still feel cold. so after one month of sleeping in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;antarctic&lt;/span&gt; conditions, my room here feels really warm even though the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;aircon&lt;/span&gt; is on, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; having problems sleeping. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt; i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;tink&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;brunei&lt;/span&gt; pampers me too much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway, may is gonna be a boring month. looking forward to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;june&lt;/span&gt; though, that's when those who disappeared to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;london&lt;/span&gt; a year ago returns back home. about time. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;june&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;june&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;june&lt;/span&gt; come &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;fasterrrrrr&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9207077-830874864661619276?l=spongebobpao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spongebobpao.blogspot.com/feeds/830874864661619276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;let's have some fun this beat is sick, i wanna take a ride on your disco stick HEY!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha this has been stuck in my head repeating itself over and over again all morning. SINGAPORE IN 24 HOURSSSSSSSSS!! for once i'll be embracing the weather at home, cos compared to brunei, singapore is winter :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9207077-6868640752388654085?l=spongebobpao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spongebobpao.blogspot.com/feeds/6868640752388654085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9207077&amp;postID=6868640752388654085' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9207077/posts/default/6868640752388654085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9207077/posts/default/6868640752388654085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spongebobpao.blogspot.com/2009/05/lets-have-some-fun-this-beat-is-sick-i.html' title=''/><author><name>The Grim Reaper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01481638687552066116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02990001165464945431'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9207077.post-7107270853210885416</id><published>2009-05-04T07:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T07:37:51.236-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my room is officially haunted. today all 3 of us woke up to a female voice screaming and wailing and crying. at first we thought it was the fourth guy who was having nightmares cos the sound was coming from his bed area and he was the only one not startled by the screaming, but then we realised he was sleeping perfectly still. if someone was really screaming that badly&lt;br /&gt;(mind u it was an all out scream your hearts out scream), he would be at least moving abit in bed since it was a nightmare. but he was perfectly still and peaceful fast asleep. and the worst part was he didn't recall having a nightmare at all. den we realised that even if by some miracle he was screaming, the voice didn't match his cos it was way too high pitched and it sounded like a female, there was no way he cld sound anywhere near that voice. it was freakin freakin loud. can u imagine screaming in a aircon room in the dead middle of nowhere. i got the shock of my life. so after much thought, we came to a conclusion that it wasn't him screaming at all. haha it's super freaky man. and the guy next to me said he has been experiencing weird stuff lately. like there was once he saw the lights in the living room turning on and off by itself (as though someone was playing with it) but there was no one there cos all four of us were in the bedroom and there was no reason why anyone wld wanna come up and on off the lights in the dead middle of the night. and there was another time when he heard someone walking all around the bedroom when all four of us were on our beds. haha this is the closest encounter that i ever have with the unknown. freakkkkkkkyyyy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've only four more days to go please let me sleep in peace. haha we're all going to sleep with our ear plugs on, blankets covered over our heads tonight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9207077-7107270853210885416?l=spongebobpao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spongebobpao.blogspot.com/feeds/7107270853210885416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9207077&amp;postID=7107270853210885416' title='0 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style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HOMECOMINGGGGG!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when u're stuck far far away on a boring country called brunei, u dun really realise wad's going on ard the world, or at least in singapore. when u get to choose between reading straits times or watching cable, the latter seems to be a more attractive option and tons of newspaper have become what we put our dinner plates on (and polishing the glass tables once in a while.) so i was really quite surprised when i realised how happening this swine flu was. looks like farrell and his fellow swines are whipping up a storm in the world. eh bro it's a compliment hor cos swines are female pigs which means u're the only male one and u're the king of the (swine) world. power bodoh! hahaha. anyway this non-halal flu is gonna get a sars treatment, which really irritates me cos i'll have to take temperature every single day again, especially since i'm in a government organsation which prides itself with tons of red tape. but hopefully we'll have a one month long quarrentine, heh heh heh i dun mind man i can sleep at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of course i'm more concerned whether bak qua and ba chor mee will be taken off the shelves cos i haven't eaten any of them for a long long time and i'm dying for some. when u're in saf, the only meat they serve is chicken and more chicken and that's what i've been eating everyday since the day i stepped foot on brunei. and it's quite amazing how many variations of curry chicken they can come up with (somehow the people here only know how to cook curry chicken).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with all that being said, i'm not worried bout catching the swine flu at all cos firstly i'm a hundred thousand miles away from farrell and his affliates and i dun think swines can swim (i knw farrell certainly can't), and secondly, i'm on the safest place on earth where swines dun even exist! i shld just extend my stay here and eat more chicken everyday eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway things are certainly looking up after a hot and boring 3 week long stay here cos i'm finally going home! EIGHT MORE DAYS. it's actually a single digit countdown now. very soon i'll be counting down by the hours :) honestly i really really miss everyone back home. especially all the blood people. whether u're pms blood, nose bleed blood or oxygen rich blood, u guys are still blood. it's kinda hard to live with non blood people, though they have been quite kind and understanding, with quite being the keyword here. and of cos it's hard to live with people who have totally different perspectives from you. they dun share the same ideologies and they can't understand yours as well, so daily conversations are purely limited to work and it gets really boring after awhile. but i guess i'll just have to live with it, and i tink i'm living with it pretty well. and of cos i miss our weekly poker sessions, i haven't played poker in a long long time and i'm feeling the itch. and sihan and shan! haha please meet up soon okie, u're my connection to the uni world and it's hedonistic lifestyle HAHA. and renee too when u come back from whichever country u're in eh, haha i lost track of where u are already. lifestyles of the rich and famous. sigghh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've tons to catch up when i'm back home. one month of gossips, and all the lastest music (ONE MONTH OF NOT LISTENING TO RADIOOO) and happening stuff like swine flu. haha i feel like i've been in a deep deep jungle for too long. well yes i'm coming home. HOME HOME HOME HOME HOME. soon :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9207077-3005248455450870320?l=spongebobpao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spongebobpao.blogspot.com/feeds/3005248455450870320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9207077&amp;postID=3005248455450870320' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9207077/posts/default/3005248455450870320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9207077/posts/default/3005248455450870320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spongebobpao.blogspot.com/2009/04/homecominggggg-when-ure-stuck-far-far.html' title=''/><author><name>The Grim Reaper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01481638687552066116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02990001165464945431'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9207077.post-7374509822695310371</id><published>2009-04-23T03:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T03:39:30.212-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>reading twilight gets disturbing when bella describes how charming and muscular edward is so vividly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i finally understand why it's meant for girls. maybe i should start reading harry potter instead haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shit i'm really damn boreeeeeddd.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02990001165464945431'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9207077.post-2379414042138460730</id><published>2009-04-22T06:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T06:40:19.441-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;forever and ever, baby.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because time is all you have in brunei, i looked through all the vj photos in my ipod yesterday, and it was bittersweet. a part of you wished u cld go back to the past, reset everything that u've done, relive those moments, cherished those whom were dear to you, and fix things before it was too late. yet another part would laugh at how naive and childish u were, protected from harsh realities, living life through rose tinted glasses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;deep inside, i'm dying to go back to the past. where life was a bed of roses with no thorns, and the sun shines bright and merry everyday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9207077-2379414042138460730?l=spongebobpao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spongebobpao.blogspot.com/feeds/2379414042138460730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9207077&amp;postID=2379414042138460730' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9207077/posts/default/2379414042138460730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9207077/posts/default/2379414042138460730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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/&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;boredom to the first degree.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9207077-1105203125544351306?l=spongebobpao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spongebobpao.blogspot.com/feeds/1105203125544351306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9207077&amp;postID=1105203125544351306' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9207077/posts/default/1105203125544351306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9207077/posts/default/1105203125544351306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spongebobpao.blogspot.com/2009/04/boredom-to-first-degree.html' title=''/><author><name>The Grim 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not the life of an average singaporean young adult (sigh i can no longer use teenager). and i'm very sure that's not the life of average young adults all over the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;brunei boasts tons of pirated dvd shops which litter every single corner of the streets, and this is perhaps its one and only tourist attraction (unless u tell me u're a staunch ecologist who takes interest in the rich flora and funa here). and there's this regular who's a pirated dvd fanatic and he intends to buy enough dvds to set up a pirated dvd shop in singapore after he ord. so everynight we spent 3 hours of our time in various dvd shops, though i've no idea why we have to hop from one dvd shop to another since they all sell the same dvds. besides dvds, there isn't anything much to keep ourselves entertained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so with this in mind, i've this theory that 3/4 of the population here spends their free time secretly digging for oil in their backyards, while the remaining 1/4 are just loco people who enjoy the company of pirated dvds every single day of their lives. and i think i should start embarking on this multi billion dollar project very soon. i may even become a multi billionaire by the end of this month! there's this huge forest just behind my apartment, i shall start from there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wish me luck folks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9207077-8058731949158746157?l=spongebobpao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spongebobpao.blogspot.com/feeds/8058731949158746157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9207077&amp;postID=8058731949158746157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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month. 30 days to be exact, and i've just officially survived 2 days. 28 more days to go! haha i'm damn free here, so all i do is leech of my fren's laptop to use the internet and be an ultimate facebook stalker. but i feel quite bad though, cos i'm depriving my poor fren of his internet time. not to worry, we're all blood brothers and brothers have to sacrifice for each other yeah? hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i'm living in some resort camp now. we share apartments complete with a living room, kitchen, bathroom, and of cos airconditioned bedrooms. and i can go out every night to tour brunei, though there's nothing much to see in this sad sad town. will touch on that later. so life ain't exactly hard here cos i'm more like a tourist than a soilder being forced against hia own will to come here for 30 days. or perhaps that's what i choose to believe cos it would lessen my misery. and i secretly find joy in watching my army counterparts (they share the same camp as us) suffer cos they can't book out everyday and they're there to stay for at least a year. heh heh heh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;brunei is freakin freakin freakin bloody hot. if u crack an egg in the middle of the helipad in the afternoon, the egg will instantly be fried. and i suffered that same fate today. i'm literally fried. and it's gonna be that way for 28 more days. i think by the time i get home i'll be black. and brunei is freakin boring. their largest shopping centre is the size of junction 8, but half as happening. and there're no clubs or pubs or alcohol here cos it's a muslim country. the only thing they have is tons of pirated dvds. but half of them are blur and i get damn freakin irritated from watching them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes it's not very nice to stay in a hot and boring country. even as a tourist.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9207077-8340348841869403501?l=spongebobpao.blogspot.com' 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xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9207077.post-708431758572939389</id><published>2009-04-07T08:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T08:43:46.203-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;goodbye, world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;as unpredictable as army is, they &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;just&lt;/span&gt; told me yesterday evening that i need to go &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;brunei&lt;/span&gt; for a month from this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;wednesday&lt;/span&gt; onwards. which means &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;i'll&lt;/span&gt; only be back on may 6&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; really damn pissed off with how army works, and how little time they gave me to prepare, but i guess &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;i'll&lt;/span&gt; have to leave that for later. for now, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;brunei&lt;/span&gt; awaits.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hopefully &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;i'll&lt;/span&gt; be able to use the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;internet&lt;/span&gt; there, or else life would be quite miserable, save the entire collection of twilight that i just bought. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; gonna set up a library there. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;goodbye world. don't miss me too much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you know you love me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;xoxo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9207077-708431758572939389?l=spongebobpao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spongebobpao.blogspot.com/feeds/708431758572939389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9207077&amp;postID=708431758572939389' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9207077/posts/default/708431758572939389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9207077/posts/default/708431758572939389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spongebobpao.blogspot.com/2009/04/goodbye-world-as-unpredictable-as-army.html' title=''/><author><name>The Grim Reaper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01481638687552066116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02990001165464945431'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9207077.post-8531186780162093630</id><published>2009-04-02T04:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T07:16:13.624-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;you're my brand of heroin. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;hoho&lt;/span&gt;! finally finally finally watched twilight. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;hahaha&lt;/span&gt; i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;knw&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; way outdated, but i had to wait for the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;dvd&lt;/span&gt; release to come out before downloading it. the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;quality of the&lt;/span&gt; pirated one where they filmed it off the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;cinema&lt;/span&gt; screen is unwatchable.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway! twilight should be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;classified&lt;/span&gt; has some fantasy alongside with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;dinsey's&lt;/span&gt; enchanted and other &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;fairy tales&lt;/span&gt;, perhaps high school musical too. because unlike harry potter where the plot is slightly believable even with all that broomsticks flying and witches and wizards, twilight is absolutely &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;unbelievable&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;first of all, vampires dun glitter in sunlight, they burn to death. and then u have vegetarian vampires so that kids all over the world would see &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;edward&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;cullen&lt;/span&gt; as a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;protagonist&lt;/span&gt; and not a big bad wolf. and by some unexplained &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;meteorological&lt;/span&gt; mystery, the town is always gloomy and rainy and covered in dark dark clouds. and although i perfectly understand that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;edward&lt;/span&gt; and his fellow friends are vampires and hence appear super white and pale, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;bella&lt;/span&gt; and the others are equally (if not even more) white and pale! it's either the director specially used some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;imba&lt;/span&gt; lens that make &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;ppl&lt;/span&gt; appear white and pale, or the whole bunch of them really need to go &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;sentosa&lt;/span&gt; for a good tan. and and and here comes the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;weirdest&lt;/span&gt; part! this seventeen year old girl has an uncanny psychotic attraction to VAMPIRES and she's willing to stick with him forever, even after she had been attacked by a vampire and faces the constant threat of turning into lunch for her boyfriend. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but of course, we don't bring our brains into a movie! that's for plays and dramas and whatever. so twilight is still a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;freakin&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;imba&lt;/span&gt; movie &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;hahahaa&lt;/span&gt;. and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;kirsten&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;stewart&lt;/span&gt; is damn &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;chio&lt;/span&gt; can (even though she needs a good tan) damn power. and she's nineteen in real life this year! how come &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;angmoh&lt;/span&gt; teenagers all so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;chio&lt;/span&gt; while &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;singapore&lt;/span&gt; ones are just.. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;erm&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;nvm&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;HAHAHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9207077-8531186780162093630?l=spongebobpao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spongebobpao.blogspot.com/feeds/8531186780162093630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9207077&amp;postID=8531186780162093630' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9207077/posts/default/8531186780162093630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9207077/posts/default/8531186780162093630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spongebobpao.blogspot.com/2009/04/youre-my-brand-of-heroin.html' title=''/><author><name>The Grim Reaper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01481638687552066116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02990001165464945431'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9207077.post-6362243712530046198</id><published>2009-03-30T07:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T07:28:26.987-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;local boy in the photograph&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ooooo stereophonice is the sexxxxx&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9207077-6362243712530046198?l=spongebobpao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spongebobpao.blogspot.com/feeds/6362243712530046198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9207077&amp;postID=6362243712530046198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9207077/posts/default/6362243712530046198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9207077/posts/default/6362243712530046198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spongebobpao.blogspot.com/2009/03/local-boy-in-photograph-ooooo.html' title=''/><author><name>The Grim Reaper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01481638687552066116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02990001165464945431'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9207077.post-7799688840881457095</id><published>2009-03-25T08:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T07:48:15.706-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;i can feel a hot one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; twenty. it suddenly dawned upon me today that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;actually&lt;/span&gt; twenty years old already. and twenty is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;freakin&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;freakin&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;freakin&lt;/span&gt; OLD. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; officially into my first step of adulthood. like what i told &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;sihan&lt;/span&gt;, i haven't ran through a field filled with flowers, nor have i made angels (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;HAHA&lt;/span&gt; not butterflies!) in the snow! and adults don't do such stuff anymore right right right. we're supposed to be cool sleek and sophisticated individuals ready to rule the world. sigh &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; going through a quarter life crisis. the future is bleak :(&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; on course now. which basically means i sit in front of the computer from 8 to 5 everyday, spending three quarters of the time stoning/sleeping in front of the screen, and the remaining quarter reading newspapers/eating breakfast/and desperately trying to find ways to entertain &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;ourselves&lt;/span&gt;. we've discovered how use the pen function in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;powerpoint&lt;/span&gt; to vandalise the slides, and my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;fren&lt;/span&gt; used paint to draw a wallpaper for his desktop. sadly &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;mindef&lt;/span&gt; computers don't have ANY games at all. not even &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;solitare&lt;/span&gt; okay. those &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;ppl&lt;/span&gt; are evil bastards. they delete every single source of entertainment u can get from a computer. so i guess &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;i'll&lt;/span&gt; just have to entertain myself by designing cool new wallpapers. extreme boredom causes people to do &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;werid&lt;/span&gt; weird things eh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and since the place where &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; on course is super near &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;ubi&lt;/span&gt; driving centre, it's always &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;nostalgic&lt;/span&gt; when the bus passes by. and every single time i try to find my instructor's car on the circuit. well it's been almost a week since &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; gotten my orange triangle, and to be honest i kinda miss driving lessons. even though they were a pain in the ass and my instructor wasn't being very nice most of the time. somehow the feeling of driving a manual car with an instructor next to you is damn good, especially when &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;u're&lt;/span&gt; doing the circuit late at night when they're no cars around. the serenity of the circuit juxtaposed with the huge busy roads outside gives u comfort. u feel like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;u're&lt;/span&gt; in total control of the car and the roads. okay &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;nvm&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;tt&lt;/span&gt; was my feeble attempt trying to be intellectual &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;hahaha&lt;/span&gt;. oh wells &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;everything's&lt;/span&gt; over now, and i guess i won't get to see my instructor ever again. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt; it's quite a pity, these are the people whom impact your life significantly, yet they disappear after their job's done. told you this is a sad sad world. the world is bleak.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and to be honest it isn't a very good feeling driving my dad's car, cos &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;after all&lt;/span&gt; it's my dad's car and he owns the vehicle, not me. there will come a day when i dent or scratch his car, and i haven't really thought of how awkward it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;wld&lt;/span&gt; be to break the news to him, and to be thick skinned enough to continue taking the keys from him. but everyone falls when learning how to ride a bike, just like how everyone will dent the car some day. even &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;lewis&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;hamilton&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt; no pun intended). so it's like driving a ticking time bomb, and i don't really like it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the future is bleak. the world is warped. and i'm having a quarter life crisis :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9207077-7799688840881457095?l=spongebobpao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spongebobpao.blogspot.com/feeds/7799688840881457095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9207077&amp;postID=7799688840881457095' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9207077/posts/default/7799688840881457095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9207077/posts/default/7799688840881457095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spongebobpao.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-can-feel-hot-one-im-twenty.html' title=''/><author><name>The Grim Reaper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01481638687552066116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02990001165464945431'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9207077.post-2146179493564165954</id><published>2009-03-20T20:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T20:20:46.435-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i think &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; the luckiest person on earth. considering how i drove, it would take a miracle for me to pass. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but miracles do happen :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9207077-2146179493564165954?l=spongebobpao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spongebobpao.blogspot.com/feeds/2146179493564165954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9207077&amp;postID=2146179493564165954' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9207077/posts/default/2146179493564165954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9207077/posts/default/2146179493564165954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spongebobpao.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-think-im-luckiest-person-on-earth.html' title=''/><author><name>The Grim Reaper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01481638687552066116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02990001165464945431'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9207077.post-8462199198588559464</id><published>2009-03-19T06:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T06:47:38.554-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;hoho&lt;/span&gt; i just watched 28 weeks later last sat. i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;knw&lt;/span&gt; it's a super old movie but when &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;u're&lt;/span&gt; doing 24 hour duty on a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;saturday&lt;/span&gt; the only thing u can really do is watch movies &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;asnd&lt;/span&gt; sleep. and not forgetting how the stupid &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;dvd&lt;/span&gt; player hanged on me during the last part of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;slumdog&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;unneh&lt;/span&gt; so now &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; to get the movie from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;ben&lt;/span&gt; the pirate king. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;hahahaa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway 28 weeks later is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;freakin&lt;/span&gt; cool. doomsday movies are always cool cos the visuals are astounding. well it's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;basically&lt;/span&gt; some sequel of 28 days later (which i haven't watched &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;) where everyone in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;london&lt;/span&gt; gets infected from this rage virus which will cause you to start &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;biting&lt;/span&gt; and killing everyone u see. before long everyone gets infected and after awhile everyone died of starvation and the virus got contained within london. so the sequel shows how the military starts rebuilding the city bit by bit and getting people back to dwell in the new city. and the visuals are super cool u get to see the entire &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;london&lt;/span&gt; in bits and pieces, and how they set up &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;contamination&lt;/span&gt; zones and all these stuff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and the whole idea of this virus and containment is really very real if u come to think of it, which makes this movie even scarier and much much more realistic than senseless zombie movies. pandemics do &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;happen&lt;/span&gt; and they are actually happening, like bird flu and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;sars&lt;/span&gt;, and we're just waiting for something which &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;wld&lt;/span&gt; turn us into senseless killing rage infected people. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;hahaha&lt;/span&gt;. it's like i am legend, stunning graphics and an interesting plot which leaves much room for thought. what if this really happens in future? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the future is bleak eh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9207077-8462199198588559464?l=spongebobpao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spongebobpao.blogspot.com/feeds/8462199198588559464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9207077&amp;postID=8462199198588559464' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9207077/posts/default/8462199198588559464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9207077/posts/default/8462199198588559464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spongebobpao.blogspot.com/2009/03/hoho-i-just-watched-28-weeks-later-last.html' title=''/><author><name>The Grim Reaper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01481638687552066116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02990001165464945431'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9207077.post-114671445542789794</id><published>2009-03-17T07:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T08:13:00.178-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;in my field of paper flowers, and candy clouds of lullaby. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;well i think &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; been to absorbed in my little own world of helicopters that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; becoming &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;nonchalant&lt;/span&gt; to the world and it's gossips and happenings. well for once i found out how outdated during our impromptu &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;odac&lt;/span&gt; gathering on the very disappointing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;vday&lt;/span&gt;. yes &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;tye&lt;/span&gt; u &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;shld&lt;/span&gt; update me more often and not drop bombshells. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;hahaha&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway in a bid to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;reminisce&lt;/span&gt; my childhood days (or perhaps &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; really damn bored and sad at home &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;), &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; actually watching teen &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;titians&lt;/span&gt; on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;okto&lt;/span&gt;! and to be honest it's really quite exciting and funny, and the themes are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;actually&lt;/span&gt; quite dark. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;wah&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;seh&lt;/span&gt; cartoons now &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;adays&lt;/span&gt; are getting more and more &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;chim&lt;/span&gt;. and today was the last episode of teen titans and i specially made it a point to sit in front of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;tele&lt;/span&gt; at 7pm sharp to catch every single minute of it. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;hahaha&lt;/span&gt; so much for being twenty. and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; gonna miss teen titans from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;tmr&lt;/span&gt; onwards! or maybe i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;shld&lt;/span&gt; continue entertaining myself with gossip girl. okay that's a totally random paragraph about my utterly sad and boring life now &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;hahahaha&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and here's a meaningful quote from my fellow technician:"people who are able to plan their schedules have control of their lives. but being the lowest &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;lifeform&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;u're&lt;/span&gt; not really in control of anything in your life so you should just give up and resign to fate." sad but true! u see army doesn't make you dumb, it makes u &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;philosophical&lt;/span&gt;! u start to see life and society and the world from a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;metapoint&lt;/span&gt; of view. like in lit u have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;mirco&lt;/span&gt;, macro and meta themes, u have that in life too! i call it the god's eye view. well &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; not saying &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; god, perhaps &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;demi&lt;/span&gt; godly :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but what i can't stand most is people who read those inspirational quote books and try to learn and memorise from all the amazing testimonies inside. for goodness sake are you that hopeless in life that u need such &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;quotes&lt;/span&gt; to guide u and make u feel intellectual? it's like those inspirational talks or those "how to be a billionaire" talks. get a life man. and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; an inspiration myself. why bother with such quotes? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;hoho&lt;/span&gt; i have a huge huge ego and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; proud of it :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the world is warped. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9207077-114671445542789794?l=spongebobpao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spongebobpao.blogspot.com/feeds/114671445542789794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9207077&amp;postID=114671445542789794' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9207077/posts/default/114671445542789794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9207077/posts/default/114671445542789794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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