<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492790</id><updated>2011-04-22T04:10:43.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'>behold thy rants</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbantwilight.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492790/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbantwilight.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492790/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>urban[twilight]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00569346336439605360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>408</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492790.post-113089184587241222</id><published>2005-11-02T08:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-02T08:37:25.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;ADVERTORIAL!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v74/xbroxu/Rafecover2.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Picture courtesy of &lt;a href="http://www.rafemusic.com"&gt;Rafe&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there is one CD that you must buy this month, please do your &lt;b&gt;$10.99&lt;/b&gt; some justice and get &lt;strong&gt;Rafe's Debut EP, Everything&lt;/strong&gt; from good music stores. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do check out tracks entitled "Everything (Acoustic, Live&amp;Unplugged)", "Strong", "Beautiful Mistake", "Everything", "I Believe (Angry Conversations), "Perfect Day" and "Wherever I Should Go". Oh gee, I just listed out all the tracks! And that only means one thing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;THE ALBUM IS FRICKIN' NICE LAH.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So please, get your copy now! I've listened to the whole album 8 times by now and i'm still enjoying every note that &lt;b&gt;Robin&lt;/b&gt; plays on the lead guitars, every groove &lt;b&gt;Juan&lt;/b&gt; churns out with his bass, every syllable &lt;b&gt;Awi&lt;/b&gt; sings and every clash and beat from &lt;b&gt;Jordan&lt;/b&gt; on the drums!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To prevent disappointment, please get your CDs now! They're selling like hot cakes in HMV! :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6492790-113089184587241222?l=urbantwilight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbantwilight.blogspot.com/feeds/113089184587241222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6492790&amp;postID=113089184587241222' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492790/posts/default/113089184587241222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492790/posts/default/113089184587241222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbantwilight.blogspot.com/2005/11/advertorial-picture-courtesy-of-rafe.html' title=''/><author><name>urban[twilight]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00569346336439605360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492790.post-113057456161859227</id><published>2005-10-29T16:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-29T16:29:22.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i won't be updating this blog anymore i think. maybe once in a while, but not as frequent as i used to. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm hoping over to deviantart, so check out my &lt;a href="http://charbee.deviantart.com"&gt;gallery&lt;/a&gt; yea. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xb.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492790.post-112979073732980416</id><published>2005-10-20T14:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-20T14:45:37.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i seriously have no idea why my low carb diet isn't working.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fine, i did lose 2kgs, but ever since that night when i reluctantly (though very happily) stomached half a packet of oily oyster omelette (OOO), i've been putting on weight! you see, if by observing my weight losing trend, i would have been on my way to 67kgs already! just short of my target by 2kgs! but now, i'm stuck at 70kgs! oh God, have mercy on me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes yes fuck it, i'm a guy i shouldn't be whining about my weight. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'd just go for a run later and hope my weight will drop to a new low tomorrow. ya right, like it'd ever happen. pfft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;note: never eat OOO while dieting ever again. fuck. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6492790-112979073732980416?l=urbantwilight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbantwilight.blogspot.com/feeds/112979073732980416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6492790&amp;postID=112979073732980416' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492790/posts/default/112979073732980416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492790/posts/default/112979073732980416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbantwilight.blogspot.com/2005/10/i-seriously-have-no-idea-why-my-low.html' title=''/><author><name>urban[twilight]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00569346336439605360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492790.post-112951970416750280</id><published>2005-10-17T11:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-17T11:28:24.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i saw someone who looked exactly like you. &lt;br /&gt;the same smile, the same eyes and the same hair.&lt;br /&gt;after four years that seemed like ten, &lt;br /&gt;the memories we had are still fresh in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;though you've been gone for quite some time,&lt;br /&gt;you never fail to pay me a visit whenever i'm daydreaming.&lt;br /&gt;i haven't seen you in a long time, in picture or in person,&lt;br /&gt;yet i still remember exactly how you looked like.&lt;br /&gt;i guess i'd never forget you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wished that day i hadn't gone for the banquet.&lt;br /&gt;i wished i could've been there for you.&lt;br /&gt;i wished...&lt;br /&gt;i should've known.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing can bring you back,&lt;br /&gt;this i know, awfully well.&lt;br /&gt;only when i saw you lying motionless under the glass pane,&lt;br /&gt;then i knew you were gone for good.&lt;br /&gt;why didn't you wait a little longer,&lt;br /&gt;why didn't you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope that things are fine up there,&lt;br /&gt;for you haven't had a nice time while you were down here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;perhaps, one day i'd meet you again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rest in peace,&lt;br /&gt;to my greatest friend i ever had, shuxian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div 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title=''/><author><name>urban[twilight]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00569346336439605360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492790.post-112886578958050773</id><published>2005-10-09T21:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-09T21:50:06.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>she's done it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MOM, PLEASE STOP THROWING AWAY THE STUFF I NEED!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it has happened umpteen times, and if you tell me to watch where i put my stuff, shut up. she's thrown away my MCs, my documents, and now she's threw away some stuff that i need for my polytechnic forum. and please don't try to tidy up my things again, no matter how messy they are, i know where they are because i was the one who put them there. and once you shift my stuff, i can't find anything anymore. so please, stay away from my belongings. thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well done mom. i look forward to the next time i need to find my stuff and you'd deny again that you have shifted my stuff or even thrown them away. afterall, i couldn't have just lost it from the small coffee table in the living room. unless you tell me the coffee table ate my papers up. stop giving me excuses and admit that you've touched my stuff cos you're the only person in the household who would do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bloody hell.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6492790-112886578958050773?l=urbantwilight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbantwilight.blogspot.com/feeds/112886578958050773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='html'>i'm tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BECAUSE I ONLY SLEPT 4 HOURS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wah lan. :( poly forum activity.. if you're in downtown area, please come to far east square and buy stuff for me okay. :( be nice to the poor boy. i'd be at the flea market selling nice stuffs. i won't tell you what, so come down and check it out! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6492790-112872613561163170?l=urbantwilight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbantwilight.blogspot.com/feeds/112872613561163170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6492790&amp;postID=112872613561163170' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492790/posts/default/112872613561163170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492790/posts/default/112872613561163170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbantwilight.blogspot.com/2005/10/im-tired.html' title=''/><author><name>urban[twilight]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00569346336439605360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492790.post-112857191190222043</id><published>2005-10-06T12:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-06T12:11:51.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v74/xbroxu/results.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay i'm abit disappointed with the results because of the 2 Cs. but then again, i slacked while studying for the PR exam, and i only gave newswriting all my best at the last newspaper project. so i probably deserve the grade i gotten for the both of them. i'm still abit baffled by why i didn't get AD for radio, and my webd grade was very expected. so yea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if only my 2 C+ could go up to a B, then my report card would look pretty nice. oh well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND SO I&amp;E WAS A PASS FAIL MODULE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6492790-112857191190222043?l=urbantwilight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbantwilight.blogspot.com/feeds/112857191190222043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6492790&amp;postID=112857191190222043' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492790/posts/default/112857191190222043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492790/posts/default/112857191190222043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbantwilight.blogspot.com/2005/10/okay-im-abit-disappointed-with-results.html' title=''/><author><name>urban[twilight]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00569346336439605360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492790.post-112850682025803536</id><published>2005-10-05T18:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-05T18:07:03.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>results are gonna be out tomorrow. i have mixed feelings about them. i hope i perform better than what i think i would achieve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, i won't deny that results are quite important to me, but as cheesy as this might sound, a good working relationship matters most. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'd definitely be really happy to see all ADs on my report card. but if all these ADs were achieved by working with people that i don't like, then i say i would've betrayed myself. i've betrayed myself to tolerate all these nonsense that they've been giving me and made myself unhappy. for the sake of what? an AD? oh please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the flipside, if i had a B and i had enjoyed working through and through with the people in my group, then i would say it was better than an AD. afterall, you see, results are always the last things to be revealed. but good working relations shows itself all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by saying all that, i don't mean that i will not steer my working attitude towards a result-oriented approach, but i would put working relationships on top of that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;p.s: i don't think i need to tell people why i'm posting this because it's been rather obvious. other things have happened as well and if it's changing the way you look at me, so be it. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6492790-112850682025803536?l=urbantwilight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbantwilight.blogspot.com/feeds/112850682025803536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6492790&amp;postID=112850682025803536' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492790/posts/default/112850682025803536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492790/posts/default/112850682025803536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbantwilight.blogspot.com/2005/10/results-are-gonna-be-out-tomorrow.html' title=''/><author><name>urban[twilight]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00569346336439605360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492790.post-112818444424076948</id><published>2005-10-02T00:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-02T00:34:04.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okay yay, i'm finally back from thailand. and i realised the previous entry is quite full of shit. it makes me wanna just delete the entire blog, not just the entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today has been a sleepy sleepy boring day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so i shall return to the comfort of my bed and doze off into slumberland though i just woke up from a 5 hour nap about 90 minutes ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOODNIGHT WORLD! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6492790-112818444424076948?l=urbantwilight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbantwilight.blogspot.com/feeds/112818444424076948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6492790&amp;postID=112818444424076948' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492790/posts/default/112818444424076948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492790/posts/default/112818444424076948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbantwilight.blogspot.com/2005/10/okay-yay-im-finally-back-from-thailand.html' title=''/><author><name>urban[twilight]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00569346336439605360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492790.post-112743157921726826</id><published>2005-09-23T07:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-23T07:26:19.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'd be in thailand in about 15 hours' time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there are some people i'm gonna miss. but its just gonna be 6 days right? here's a little something for everybody! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to my family: well i don't think you guys will read this, but, hey! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mom&lt;/strong&gt;, i'd miss talking rubbish to you everyday. you know all these stupidly insane mock arguments and name-calling keeps me... ironically, sane. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;dad&lt;/strong&gt;, i'd miss seeing you everyday when you come back from work with big bags from supermarket-ing! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;dage&amp;dasao+elyse&lt;/strong&gt;, take care okay! we don't live together anymore, but dage, you've been a role model together with erge. (: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;erge&lt;/strong&gt;, don't study too much lah okay. your $3,000 scholarship don't have nvm one, bigger ones will come your way. (: you smarty pants! oh, remember to get my ipod next week!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to everyone else: okay i don't have much to say to anyone else but here's to...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;nicole&lt;/b&gt;, take care. (: i won't be able to listen to you for the next few days, but know that whatever you're gonna do, you have my support. okay? (: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;fiona&lt;/b&gt;, dear cousin! please take loads of care, stop complaining and start going to the gym! :P but anyways, you're not as fat as you think you are lah. and i know you're going to kill me when i come back because i'm openly declaring your fatness. hohum! :P but eh, if its any consolation, i'm damn fat also. let's hit the gym! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;renee&lt;/b&gt;, you kukubird. stop reminding me that i'm approaching 80kgs. i don't like you anymore. next time don't eat hokkien mee &amp; rojak with you anymore. and you can finish the haojian all by yourself. PFFT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;fish&lt;/b&gt;, dude, we haven't hung out in the longest time lah. i'd catch up with you soon, after my thailand trip and hopefully before my poly forum crap. take care soon and know that you'd always be my trixmasta. GUGUGUGUGU SIR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;MUSHY MESSAGES AHEAD!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to my girlfriend: hey i know you're gonna be some lovesick puppy lah. lol. but i'd try to net sms whenever i can alright? (: hun, know that you'll always be on my mind. (: 6 days is gonna be over very soon, faster than you think it will be. (: just take care, go distract yourself with some clam chowder and hokkien mee. when i come back we'd go get our favourite ba chor mee&amp;prawn mee okay! i'd be missing you loads too, believe me, i'm already missing you so much i'm willing to pay for the extra baggage just to stuff you in and bring you to thailand with me. lol. take care, i love you, and i'd be back in one piece. (: (oh yes, erge and dage are my elder brothers, not names of people. HAHAHAHAHA. so cute lah you. heehee.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALRIGHT GUYS! i'd see you guys soon. do take care, grab some vitamins cos the flu bug's around again. AND PLEASE PRAY FOR ME. i didn't get any antiflu jabs or any jabs and my family just reminded me YESTERDAY. so helpful right. woohoo. it would've been great if they reminded me TWO WEEKS AGO. oh well, whatever lah. it slipped my mind. but hey its my first time flying lah how i know right? oh well, i still haven't packed my bag, and i'm not even getting worried. weird. i used to pack my bag like 3-4 days prior to the camp/trip. HURHUR. ANYWAYS, take care everybody! happy holidays! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYE. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6492790-112743157921726826?l=urbantwilight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbantwilight.blogspot.com/feeds/112743157921726826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6492790&amp;postID=112743157921726826' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492790/posts/default/112743157921726826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492790/posts/default/112743157921726826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbantwilight.blogspot.com/2005/09/id-be-in-thailand-in-about-15-hours.html' title=''/><author><name>urban[twilight]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00569346336439605360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492790.post-112727332239038363</id><published>2005-09-21T11:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-21T23:25:34.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>grRrRr... i dunCh lyK yOo aLl alReaDi laRhxzzx. OrWaeZz tEaSe mOi aBt mOi caPtiOns wAn..~*~*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eh bloody hell. next time i should just post up my new pictures and you guys come up with captions for me on my tagboard. tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, here's an update on my Apple iPod. it will only be here end of next week. which means..... I'D BE BACK FROM THAILAND ALREADY. wtf lah. i'm supposed to have gotten it a few days back. i feel so cheated now. now i can't listen to all my music on the plane. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TSK. to the place where i ordered from.... KCUF UOY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been fighting a flu for the past few days and it's been pretty okay so far, i hope i recover by friday. i woke up with an itchy throat this morning. :/ well, at least the sore throat's gone. ahhh. and i lost some weight! cos apparently your body doesn't really feel hungry when you're down with a cold. moreover, a website advised me to give my digestive system a rest for my body to recover! they even said that fasting a day or two would actually help. but that's crazy, i can't live without food. who can? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so what i've been having these few days are oranges, lime juice + honey and ginger tea. and i tell you, ginger tea sucks my backside. ugh. and so, these few days at home has been quite productive. i'm downloading mandriva linux, juan's calling me a geek for that but i wonder who was the one who installed mandrake on his laptop first. hmmm. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i went to check out NUS's degree course on Information bla bla and New Media, it's nothing that i would like to study lah. haven't chcecked out NTU's one though but i did check out SIM's Bachelor's of Art in Mass Communications degree awarded by RMIT University. it looks quite good eh? after graduating from mcm, we'd get like advanced standing of 2 years in the course. sounds goooooooooood eh! maybe i can complete the programme when i serve my NS at the same time. provided i get posted to some 9-5 vocation. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah well, i'm packing my baggage today for bangkok! hurray! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6492790-112727332239038363?l=urbantwilight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbantwilight.blogspot.com/feeds/112727332239038363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6492790&amp;postID=112727332239038363' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492790/posts/default/112727332239038363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492790/posts/default/112727332239038363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbantwilight.blogspot.com/2005/09/grrrrr.html' title=''/><author><name>urban[twilight]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00569346336439605360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492790.post-112695006633149688</id><published>2005-09-17T17:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-17T17:41:06.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v74/xbroxu/raindrops.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(: commentsss!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6492790-112695006633149688?l=urbantwilight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbantwilight.blogspot.com/feeds/112695006633149688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6492790&amp;postID=112695006633149688' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492790/posts/default/112695006633149688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492790/posts/default/112695006633149688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbantwilight.blogspot.com/2005/09/commentsss_17.html' title=''/><author><name>urban[twilight]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00569346336439605360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492790.post-112675919495488164</id><published>2005-09-15T12:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-15T12:43:38.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>some time ago, i submitted a few of my pictures to some media festival thingy and guess what...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v74/xbroxu/e-vite.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one of my works got shortlisted a few weeks back, and its gonna be showcased during the NOISE SINGAPORE FESTIVAL 2005! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and of course, here's the picture that's gonna appear everywhere(i hope) in the month of October!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v74/xbroxu/separation.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, if i hadn't mistaken, this is the first time Noise is in Singapore. The idea originated in the Australia. Here's an extract from &lt;a href="http://www.getforme.com/previous2005/040505_noisesingaporefestival2005.htm"&gt;Getforme.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first festival sans venues, Noise Singapore taps on the pervasive presence of common communication channels, like the Internet, radio, television, newspapers and mobile phones, to provide an alternative accessible platform to showcase creative works by young people to a wide audience. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All kinds of works, from scripts, literary writings, art, music compositions, films, paintings and designs, can be showcased to the public on these media channels for free. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In October, selected works will be showcased live across various print, radio, television and online media in a month-long Noise Singapore festival.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Noise Singapore aims to unearth fresh talent and inspire groundbreaking content from youths in Singapore. It is the modern creative canvas that invites young people from all walks of life to actively participate in artistic creativity instead of just being passive audiences. The technological and media platforms give Noise the potential to be an exciting, all-embracing, wide-ranging talent-scouting marketplace for fresh, original creative works and talents in Singapore,” says Lee Suan Hiang, Chief Executive Officer, National Arts Council.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;autographs, anyone? :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6492790-112675919495488164?l=urbantwilight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbantwilight.blogspot.com/feeds/112675919495488164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6492790&amp;postID=112675919495488164' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492790/posts/default/112675919495488164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492790/posts/default/112675919495488164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbantwilight.blogspot.com/2005/09/some-time-ago-i-submitted-few-of-my.html' title=''/><author><name>urban[twilight]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00569346336439605360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492790.post-112628376545938990</id><published>2005-09-10T00:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-10T00:36:05.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm so tired of so many things, so many people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just wanna hide, from all these people, from all these things. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've given up on things i wanted. at the same time, i want to take back the things i given up on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm one fucking confusing guy, i know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i can't help being one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6492790-112628376545938990?l=urbantwilight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbantwilight.blogspot.com/feeds/112628376545938990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6492790&amp;postID=112628376545938990' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492790/posts/default/112628376545938990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492790/posts/default/112628376545938990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbantwilight.blogspot.com/2005/09/im-so-tired-of-so-many-things-so-many.html' title=''/><author><name>urban[twilight]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00569346336439605360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492790.post-112597873642637247</id><published>2005-09-06T11:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-06T11:56:53.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i haven't done a very mundane post in the longest time and since i'm so frickin bored now...... here goes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after handing in the newspaper project, beni and i left for ICA to update my passport. the queues took quite awhile. when it was my turn, i gave the lady my identity card and she proceeded to print all the forms and updating my photograph and yada yada. right after she scanned the bar code of my identity card, she RETURNED it to me - something which i didn't realise until half an hour later. then we happily left the place and bought $1 ah pek ice cream! took a bus down to town and just before we alighted, i opened my wallet and...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;b&gt;OMGWTFBBQ WHERE IS MY IC!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn scareded can. i couldn't find it at all, not in my bag, not in the usual slot in my wallet.. not anywhere! so i ended up calling the Immigrations Checkpoint Authority like twice and asked them to check for me if the lady did return me my identity card. after putting me on hold for what seemed like 10843213 years, they told me, "Sorry sir, we don't have your IC with us." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG. my heart droppeded. so i search my wallet for the one last chance and.... LO AND BEHOLD! it was slotted together with my ATM cards inside the blue POSB ATM card sleeve!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I'M SUCH A GENIUS! I LOST MY ATM CARD IN MY WALLET!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;other than that, beni and i went to have a haircut, watched the lion dance troupes competing. it was quite an eye-opener! i never knew the lions could look so docile! there was one lion, it was in pink and white. it was darn expressive. it looked sooooo cute. i felt like hugging it lah. the eyes, the mouth, the way it behaved. it was so..... erh... heart-warming... (OH NO IT'S STARTING TO SOUND SO GAY NOW)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the highlight of the day was at the mooncake fair in takashimaya. (: i punked beni and it was really funny, i giggled for 10 minutes straight. but to embarrass her no further, i shall keep my mouth tight! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the day then ended with a coffee milkshake at the coffee club across cineleisure with my developed cousin and a looooooong lonely bus ride home. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6492790-112597873642637247?l=urbantwilight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbantwilight.blogspot.com/feeds/112597873642637247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6492790&amp;postID=112597873642637247' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492790/posts/default/112597873642637247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492790/posts/default/112597873642637247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbantwilight.blogspot.com/2005/09/i-havent-done-very-mundane-post-in.html' title=''/><author><name>urban[twilight]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00569346336439605360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492790.post-112581087486618557</id><published>2005-09-04T12:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-04T13:14:34.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>school's been a bitch for the past few weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i seriously hate the newspaper project. all these blue coloured guides, text boxes and nudging almost killed me. even in my sleep i dream about adjusting guides, aligning my text boxes so the text will end at the same line, resizing and cropping the pictures. OH MY GOURRRD. i even dreamt about my mouse spoiling and in the fit of anger i just crushed it with my bare hands. yes. i'm so weak in my dreams because real life, i can crush my mouse with just my little finger. tsktsktsk. no wonder they're just dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyway, it is going to be over in 6 hours when it goes to print. BYEBYE NEWSPAPER PROJECT, YOU SUCK BIG TIME. and to the person's whose name looks like "antelope", i don't like you. because i don't think you know anything about designing a newspaper. (: so please don't act like you know anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;other than the newswriting module which i've been doing very badly in, my other modules are quite good! (: i hope my GPA wouldn't be like what, 2.6667 again. i'm aiming for a 3 at least. and that means i'm gonna go into mugging mode for the next 2 weeks. booo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH AND AND AND!!!! i'm going to bangkok in 3 weeks' time! HEEHEE. yes. Air Asia is going devirginise me of my first plane flight, or would it be a plain fright? hmmmm. it's gonna be a super uber fun time cos the company's damn cool. and we got bloody good accomodation. TEEEHEEE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes i sound extremely retarded in this post because that's what school does to you. yes, i have no logical flow in my post, no inverted pyramid style, no indentations, wrong AP housestyle, missing headlines, and a lousy lead. but WHO CARES. YOU CAN'T MARK ME DOWN ON MY BLOG. HURHURHURHRUHRUHRU!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6492790-112581087486618557?l=urbantwilight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbantwilight.blogspot.com/feeds/112581087486618557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6492790&amp;postID=112581087486618557' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492790/posts/default/112581087486618557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492790/posts/default/112581087486618557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbantwilight.blogspot.com/2005/09/schools-been-bitch-for-past-few-weeks.html' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>a piece of shocking news came to me just last thursday. my secondary school friend of 4 years was diagnosed with cancer. cancer of what, i don't know. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he's only 18 damn it. he's undergoing chemotherapy now and i heard he's doing okay cause it was detected early. sigh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life's so screwed up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6492790-112463275390396061?l=urbantwilight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbantwilight.blogspot.com/feeds/112463275390396061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6492790&amp;postID=112463275390396061' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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easily content with the simplest and silliest things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to be a child again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6492790-112420180801973678?l=urbantwilight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbantwilight.blogspot.com/feeds/112420180801973678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6492790&amp;postID=112420180801973678' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492790/posts/default/112420180801973678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492790/posts/default/112420180801973678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbantwilight.blogspot.com/2005/08/i-want-to-be-child-like.html' 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apparently only commonwealthians can identify. everywhere else its only "ooo". something that silly and mundane had put a smile on my face, made me truly happy for that brief moment. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somehow, when i was in year 1, i wanted so much to become a year 2. the elevated status, being able to walk down Ngee Ann knowing that you're halfway through completing arguably one of the best diploma courses to take. but what i never knew was that year 2 meant saying good bye to all the joy and laughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the seniors weren't kidding us. it is really bad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bring back the good old days, let me know how its really like to laugh my ass off again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;come back..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;***&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WAH THAT WAS DAMN EMO LAH. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and jules, i'm not eating sashimi now. just in case you're wondering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:/&lt;div 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title=''/><author><name>urban[twilight]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00569346336439605360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492790.post-112360030962900427</id><published>2005-08-09T23:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-09T23:11:49.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i need a new laptop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't be mistaken, i still luRvEezxzx mY cuRrenT laPtaWpPp tA biTzxxz~* but it can't run Adobe Illustrator CS, Photoshop CS2 and Illustrator CS, MSN Messenger, iTunes, Microsoft Word all at once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please give me a new room to call my own as well, cos my brother is peering at my laptop as i type right now into this virtual domain that i happen to own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and to top it off, the semester should end in a day's time so perhaps i'd be happy again. or at least, better than how it's like now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6492790-112360030962900427?l=urbantwilight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbantwilight.blogspot.com/feeds/112360030962900427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6492790&amp;postID=112360030962900427' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492790/posts/default/112360030962900427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492790/posts/default/112360030962900427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbantwilight.blogspot.com/2005/08/i-need-new-laptop.html' 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type='html'>perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just what i needed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i know why people kill themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's only getting worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6492790-112330323215948646?l=urbantwilight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbantwilight.blogspot.com/feeds/112330323215948646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6492790&amp;postID=112330323215948646' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492790/posts/default/112330323215948646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492790/posts/default/112330323215948646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;furthermore, she's been a merlion for the past few weeks, meaning she has had a fair bit of her saliva landing on hands, face and my body. DIE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and here's the thing about chicken pox. chicken pox takes 2 weeks to develop. and within these 2 weeks, the carrier is actually spreading the disease unknowingly! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GASP! how terrible!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because i really do not want to look like this, i'd be drinking more fruit juices, and even more coke light with lemon. *sniggers*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v74/xbroxu/pox.jpg" alt="xb is unglam with chicken pox"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg i'd look so hideous. because by default i already am. unlike priya who is so totally glam with her nice shoes and nice top and cheap flea market clothes, i will really look damn ugly. and i'd get laughed at little kids, and by liz. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please... i don't want to look unglam! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6492790-112315381128782572?l=urbantwilight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbantwilight.blogspot.com/feeds/112315381128782572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6492790&amp;postID=112315381128782572' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492790/posts/default/112315381128782572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492790/posts/default/112315381128782572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbantwilight.blogspot.com/2005/08/oh-this-is-really-really-bad-priya-is.html' title=''/><author><name>urban[twilight]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00569346336439605360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492790.post-112303355213199570</id><published>2005-08-03T09:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-03T09:46:58.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i love school so much right now. it's my life. i can't live without it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't imagine the day when i won't have the chance to slog until the mornings anymore. it's going to be so bad. i'm gonna feel so empty in my life. i'm so excited, because for the next four weeks, we have like a couple of major projects coming up. let's see... there's newspaper project, PR planning project + PR planning assessed case study, web designs e-zine and last but not least, the most exciting project of all, flea avenue! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/fleet_street87/flea_avenue_allamerican_small" height="400" width="300"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok fine. i'm a bad liar. but i'm totally honest with the flea avenue part. it's going to be so cool, everyone should rent a stall and come down to shop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;so screwed..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6492790-112303355213199570?l=urbantwilight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbantwilight.blogspot.com/feeds/112303355213199570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6492790&amp;postID=112303355213199570' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492790/posts/default/112303355213199570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492790/posts/default/112303355213199570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbantwilight.blogspot.com/2005/08/i-love-school-so-much-right-now.html' title=''/><author><name>urban[twilight]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00569346336439605360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492790.post-112290319976713587</id><published>2005-08-01T21:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-01T21:33:19.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>after a revitalising head massage and some violent scenes from RoboCop 2 that awoke my senses, i'm finally ready to START on my Communication Issues essay. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tell me, am i dead or am i dead?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and, i can't believe so many scenes didn't get censored off from RoboCop 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh no, look what mass comm has done to me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6492790-112290319976713587?l=urbantwilight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbantwilight.blogspot.com/feeds/112290319976713587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6492790&amp;postID=112290319976713587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492790/posts/default/112290319976713587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492790/posts/default/112290319976713587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbantwilight.blogspot.com/2005/08/after-revitalising-head-massage-and.html' title=''/><author><name>urban[twilight]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00569346336439605360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492790.post-112276556138186452</id><published>2005-07-31T07:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-31T07:19:21.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>recently, my brother was tidying up his army haversack. from the bottomless haversack, he took out one item after another, until a repelling rope was laid out on the floor. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"AHHH! thereeeeeeeeeee!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then he went to look for a metal pole, and he started doing all sorts of funny knots on the metal pole, i thought he was doing BDSM on it. it looks pretty wrong, especially since the rope was BLACK and really THICK. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i watched him while he was subordinating the metal pole. i was anticipating his next step. then, he looked at me, smiled and sniggered. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"HEH HEH HEH."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i knew nothing would come out good from that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he tied a knot onto the hook on the ceiling. there, he made himself a chin-up bar, in the comfort of our room. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BAAAAAAD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and you'd never go wrong with the saying that curiosity kills the cat. in case you're thinking that i nearly killed myself trying to do chin-ups. the bad news is, i did not. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but the worse news was, i succeeded. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't congratulate me people, i consider it as nothing glorious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;although i have never been able to do chin-ups for the past 18 years because of a medical condition which is linked to the voluntary dislocation of my shoulder joints, i would love things to have remained that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is really bad. i take back what i said about serving as a clerk in the army. that i'd have no army stories to tell to my sons and grandsons. i'm willing to buy "Army Stories #1" and memorise it by hard. just please, don't allow me to do chin-ups!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the new discovery of my physical abilities could well kill my dream of poking fun at my fellow peers while they serve their NS. i've even thought of what to say to them already!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scenario: XB and Juan are both perspiring. XB walks up to Juan. Juan strikes up a conversation with XB.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juan: wah lao. damn xiong ah the training. sweating like f*ck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XB: damn hot lah, perspiring like mad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juan: of course lah. my PT session, the instructor went nuts, made us run 10 rounds around the track for warm-up. siao one lah that bastard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XB: ya. damn bastard. my air-con broke down in the office that's why i'm sweating now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juan: f*ck lah, XB.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please.... don't take this dream away from me lahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh :( i don't want to chiong suaaaaaaaa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NGH.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6492790-112276556138186452?l=urbantwilight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbantwilight.blogspot.com/feeds/112276556138186452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6492790&amp;postID=112276556138186452' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492790/posts/default/112276556138186452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492790/posts/default/112276556138186452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbantwilight.blogspot.com/2005/07/recently-my-brother-was-tidying-up-his.html' title=''/><author><name>urban[twilight]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00569346336439605360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492790.post-112239246231204074</id><published>2005-07-26T23:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-26T23:41:02.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>2005 is undoubtedly the worst year for my entire &lt;em&gt;fucking&lt;/em&gt; life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6492790-112239246231204074?l=urbantwilight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbantwilight.blogspot.com/feeds/112239246231204074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6492790&amp;postID=112239246231204074' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492790/posts/default/112239246231204074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492790/posts/default/112239246231204074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbantwilight.blogspot.com/2005/07/2005-is-undoubtedly-worst-year-for-my.html' title=''/><author><name>urban[twilight]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00569346336439605360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492790.post-112229952649988720</id><published>2005-07-25T21:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-25T21:57:57.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoobastank -Up And Gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Staring at the white above&lt;br /&gt;Can't tell if I'm alive or am I dead&lt;br /&gt;Or is it in my head?&lt;br /&gt;Where'd I go wrong&lt;br /&gt;Staring at the white above&lt;br /&gt;One day I closed my eyes and here I am&lt;br /&gt;A cold, unhappy man&lt;br /&gt;I've come to realize the life I have I hate&lt;br /&gt;The pulse I need is slowly fading&lt;br /&gt;Until I've lost it all&lt;br /&gt;I've been waiting for an inspiration&lt;br /&gt;For a chance I never got to take&lt;br /&gt;Before it's much too late&lt;br /&gt;Where'd I go wrong&lt;br /&gt;Where's the boy that used to run?&lt;br /&gt;Could it be he's up and gone away?&lt;br /&gt;He seems so far away&lt;br /&gt;And all the things I could have done&lt;br /&gt;Could it be they've up and gone away?&lt;br /&gt;They seem so far away&lt;br /&gt;It feels as if the boy in me&lt;br /&gt;Has left and been replaced with a cheap and bitter&lt;br /&gt;Imposter of myself&lt;br /&gt;I must find the one that used to be&lt;br /&gt;Approach him slow, don't be afraid to say&lt;br /&gt;"Can he come out and play?"&lt;br /&gt;Where'd I go wrong&lt;br /&gt;Staring at the sky above&lt;br /&gt;I've found a chance I'm finally going to take&lt;br /&gt;I've learned from my mistakes&lt;br /&gt;Where'd I go wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6492790-112229952649988720?l=urbantwilight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbantwilight.blogspot.com/feeds/112229952649988720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6492790&amp;postID=112229952649988720' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492790/posts/default/112229952649988720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492790/posts/default/112229952649988720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbantwilight.blogspot.com/2005/07/hoobastank-up-and-gone-staring-at.html' title=''/><author><name>urban[twilight]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00569346336439605360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492790.post-112228308739965929</id><published>2005-07-25T17:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-25T17:18:07.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>woohoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school's back. and i've a piece of good news for everyone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;I'M NOT GONNA FAIL EVENTS MANAGEMENT! YAY!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that'll be the only piece of good news that i'd be sharing for a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;things aren't looking up, schoolwork's piling up, i'm growing fatter by the day, i get laughed at because of my haircut, i need to find a senile granny to snatch a purse for money to buy an iPod, pray that my laptop won't crash because everyone else's did. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;phew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;i&lt;/s&gt; we really need a long long break from school.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6492790-112228308739965929?l=urbantwilight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbantwilight.blogspot.com/feeds/112228308739965929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6492790&amp;postID=112228308739965929' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492790/posts/default/112228308739965929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492790/posts/default/112228308739965929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbantwilight.blogspot.com/2005/07/woohoo.html' title=''/><author><name>urban[twilight]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00569346336439605360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492790.post-112205657055085080</id><published>2005-07-23T02:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-23T02:22:50.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;like a diamond, &lt;br /&gt;it glistened in the nightsky.&lt;br /&gt;in a split second,&lt;br /&gt;it vanished,&lt;br /&gt;leaving just a trail of stardust.&lt;br /&gt;a shooting star.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ever seen one yet? i've seen two, they were beautiful. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;short, but simply gorgeous. if it lasted any longer than a split second, it would've lost its beauty and rarity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;notice how in life, and even life itself, is short and sweet. would you rather you die when you're 70, or when you're 150? i would pick the former.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's nothing to live for. don't you think? who's gonna be with you when you're 150? what are you going to do at 150? try out things you haven't done before? the only thing you would be capable of would be to die. yea, you wouldn't have done that before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o&lt;em&gt;k i didn't actually want to post something so morbid, but i just can't help now. i'm playing my "emo" playlist. and all that i'm playing is just death cab for cutie. i'd try to post something.. happier k!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ya! everything in life ought to be short and sweet. just look at ice cream, it doesn't last long, but you get damn happy after you had it. it overflows your tastebuds with sweetness and it makes you really happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;same goes for mini-skirts. the shorter they are, the happier the guys would be! :D of course, not on their girlfriends unless for their private viewing pleasure only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you see, the shorter things are, the better they get. because you won't get sick of it. like a shooting star, its occurrences are very rare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;just before some smart aleck tries to correct me, i do know that shooting stars occur every night, at least a few thousands of them graze our nightskies. but they're not bright enough to be seen in a bright urban landscape like in Singapore. and not all of them are bright enough for us to spot them. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it so happens that the things that are hard to come by, we tend to treasure them more. and we yearn for the day that it will happen again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that day comes, and you know you can see a shooting star everyday, would you continue looking out that window of yours, trying to spot a shooting star? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;you wouldn't.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you take for granted that it'd come by every night. and there will come a fateful night that it doesn't rain shooting stars in the skies, and you want to see it so badly again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6492790-112205657055085080?l=urbantwilight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbantwilight.blogspot.com/feeds/112205657055085080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6492790&amp;postID=112205657055085080' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492790/posts/default/112205657055085080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492790/posts/default/112205657055085080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbantwilight.blogspot.com/2005/07/like-diamond-it-glistened-in-nightsky.html' title=''/><author><name>urban[twilight]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00569346336439605360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492790.post-112195763681952131</id><published>2005-07-21T22:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-21T22:53:56.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i realised just a minute ago that it has been a long time since i ever blogged a proper entry. here goes... (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've found out the link between the substantial amount of hair loss and intelligence. somebody, present me a nobel prize.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today has got to be the worst day of 2005. i fully understood how some people could cry because they felt stupid. i always thought they were really stupid to cry because they felt really stupid. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah. nevermind that confusing bit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i turned in at about 1am the night before. at 3am, i woke up with a jolt. i breathed. my nose was blocked. cursed mucus. bloody hell. i couldn't sleep. pacing up and down in my living room, i attempted to blow all the mucus out of my nose. it didn't work. i got pretty fed up. so in the end, i just stuck tissue up the blocked nostril and went to sleep. but because i was physically active in my weak attempts to expel the mucus out of my blocked nostrils, my mind was awake. fock that. so i remained partially awake for the next few hours, weaving in and out of sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*BEEEEEP*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the alarm rang. time to go prepare for school! crap. mom's gonna take up the toilet for a good 20-minute period. which leaves me about 20 minutes for everything. left the house at 7.30am, caught the bus. midway, 61 was in front of the bus i was on, but eventually 61 was trailling my bus. so happily pressed the button to get off the bus. and just when i got off the bus, 61 drove past me, right infront of my eyes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAMN IT. the time was already 7.50am. no way i'm gonna be on time for radio. then, i saw 985 approaching my bus stop. "yay" i thought. i knew 985 stopped at the bus stop before KAP, so i happily boarded it. what i didn't know until 10 minutes later was that, i boarded 985 on the wrong direction. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guess where i ended up at. police academy. WHAT AN UNEARTHLY PLACE TO BE IN AT 8.30AM! fock. i sat at the bus stop, feeling completely loserfied. i wanted to cry. not because i'm a pussy, but its just frustrating. i've never felt that stupid my entire life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as if things couldn't get any worse, my intelligence failed me again. i boarded another 985 which displayed "Choa Chu Kang" as its destination. how stupid can i get! now you ought to be thinking... "nothing wrong what! going the reverse direction... right?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WRONG! I DIDN'T CROSS THE ROAD/HIGHWAY! and the bus displayed its destination incorrectly! oh fock, oh fock. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and guess what? i didn't realise i was in the wrong direction until i ended up in Geylang Lor 1, opposite Kallang MRT station. Genius, i truly am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;luckily, there were grounds for me to argue that the bus driver committed a mistake. so i managed to hitch a ride, for free, from the same bus driver. oh wait, forgive me for using the word driver, CAPTAIN is the word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dang. so yea.. at about 9.30am, i ended up at the bus stop where the 1st 985 was "supposed" to take me to. the best part? i could've reached there at 8am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the moral of the story is, when you've lost a substantial amount of hair, do not take the bus, or try any stupid tricks. take a cab, don't risk it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm still feeling stupid now cos i have to wake up at 6 in the morning again, to attend for my make-up radio workshop. i'm crossing my fingers that today's episode won't repeat tomorrow. or else..... i will............................................. eat celery sticks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6492790-112195763681952131?l=urbantwilight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbantwilight.blogspot.com/feeds/112195763681952131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6492790&amp;postID=112195763681952131' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492790/posts/default/112195763681952131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492790/posts/default/112195763681952131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbantwilight.blogspot.com/2005/07/i-realised-just-minute-ago-that-it-has.html' title=''/><author><name>urban[twilight]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00569346336439605360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492790.post-112184965338785337</id><published>2005-07-20T16:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-20T16:55:17.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okay! so i think here's the last set of my pictures! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v74/xbroxu/separation.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v74/xbroxu/plunged.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v74/xbroxu/persist.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enjoy (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6492790-112184965338785337?l=urbantwilight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbantwilight.blogspot.com/feeds/112184965338785337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6492790&amp;postID=112184965338785337' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492790/posts/default/112184965338785337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492790/posts/default/112184965338785337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbantwilight.blogspot.com/2005/07/okay-so-i-think-heres-last-set-of-my.html' title=''/><author><name>urban[twilight]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00569346336439605360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492790.post-112175139374288505</id><published>2005-07-19T13:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-19T13:38:29.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ladies and Gentlemen, Boys and Girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Citing a Citibank roadshow promoter along Orchard Road, the world is going crazy. Tsunamis, London Bombings... what could be next? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;therefore, i present you the greatest savings plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;forget about POSB, DBS, OCBC and UOB. join MY savings plan! 101% guaranteed &lt;font size="1"&gt;dissatisfaction&lt;/font&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its just as simple as a dollar a day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's how you should go about it... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;firstly, get yourself a piggy bank. a big one would be ideal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;secondly, put in a dollar or day, or just empty whatever coins you have in your wallet at the end of the day. preferably more than $1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thirdly, on 20th August 2005, bring your piggy bank to school, and present it to Lin Xuanbin, aka, XB.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fourthly, smile at XB, and wish him happy birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lastly, go home, sleep, and forget about everything that you did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes. its that simple! all your savings will be invested in Apple Computer Inc, the fastest growing company within the computer industry. and in return, Apple Computer Inc will show their appreciation by presenting me with a spanking new 20GB iPod which features a 65k colour display!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;isn't that wonderful? start saving up today!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6492790-112175139374288505?l=urbantwilight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbantwilight.blogspot.com/feeds/112175139374288505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6492790&amp;postID=112175139374288505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492790/posts/default/112175139374288505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492790/posts/default/112175139374288505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbantwilight.blogspot.com/2005/07/ladies-and-gentlemen-boys-and-girls.html' title=''/><author><name>urban[twilight]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00569346336439605360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492790.post-112161218585038784</id><published>2005-07-17T22:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-17T22:56:25.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm gonna put this shamelessly up here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;DOES ANYONE WANNA BUY ME AN IPOD FOR MY BIRTHDAY?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6492790-112161218585038784?l=urbantwilight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbantwilight.blogspot.com/feeds/112161218585038784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6492790&amp;postID=112161218585038784' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492790/posts/default/112161218585038784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492790/posts/default/112161218585038784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbantwilight.blogspot.com/2005/07/okay.html' title=''/><author><name>urban[twilight]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00569346336439605360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492790.post-112134760559263770</id><published>2005-07-14T21:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-14T21:26:45.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>now.... its time for more pictures! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v74/xbroxu/chained.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v74/xbroxu/keyhole.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v74/xbroxu/seven.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v74/xbroxu/orange.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes yes, forgive me for the cheesy titles of the pictures alright? (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6492790-112134760559263770?l=urbantwilight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbantwilight.blogspot.com/feeds/112134760559263770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6492790&amp;postID=112134760559263770' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492790/posts/default/112134760559263770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492790/posts/default/112134760559263770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbantwilight.blogspot.com/2005/07/now.html' title=''/><author><name>urban[twilight]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00569346336439605360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492790.post-112101109111460741</id><published>2005-07-10T23:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-10T23:58:11.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okay, in the next few days to come, i will be featuring works from my portfolio that i've accummalated for webdesigns. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please be really honest and not steal these images to claim it as your own. because it is really disgusting to do so. shame shame on you and your parents for not bringing you up well if you brand my images as your own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so here goes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v74/xbroxu/solitary.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v74/xbroxu/rage.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v74/xbroxu/fury.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v74/xbroxu/twilight.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's allll for today's post! (: hope you guys really liked it....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now back to my newswriting assignment. boo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6492790-112101109111460741?l=urbantwilight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbantwilight.blogspot.com/feeds/112101109111460741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6492790&amp;postID=112101109111460741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492790/posts/default/112101109111460741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492790/posts/default/112101109111460741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbantwilight.blogspot.com/2005/07/okay-in-next-few-days-to-come-i-will.html' title=''/><author><name>urban[twilight]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00569346336439605360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492790.post-112093283586179923</id><published>2005-07-10T02:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-10T02:13:55.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>back, but not for long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the only reason why i'm back here is because something else is back - the holidays! but well, it really isn't much of a holiday since we have like PR to do throughout the holidays and other work to fret about. year 2 is really getting tiring and trying. i'm getting really worried how i'm going to cope next semester especially since i really don't wanna get crappy results anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it is really weird that i don't feel relaxed at all this time. probably because of something really shocking that happened recently, i don't know. i've never felt like this ever. i feel like i'm trapped in a room with all my problems confronting me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really ought to get some sleep now, especially when i can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6492790-112093283586179923?l=urbantwilight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbantwilight.blogspot.com/feeds/112093283586179923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6492790&amp;postID=112093283586179923' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492790/posts/default/112093283586179923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492790/posts/default/112093283586179923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbantwilight.blogspot.com/2005/07/back-but-not-for-long.html' title=''/><author><name>urban[twilight]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00569346336439605360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492790.post-112029856966084975</id><published>2005-07-02T18:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-02T18:02:49.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i've been resisting to blog but well, what can i say, i succumbed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if there was any word to describe yesterday, it would be the word "fantastic". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kenneth, Kenneth, wherefore art thou, Kenneth? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kenneth the ah beng, who's studying medicine in australia, is back again! and it was really great to see him after such a long time. that chap has puffed up abit, drives his own car in australia and has a phoney australian accent. brother, brush up abit on your accent leh. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we met by chance on thursday afternoon in isetan shaw. tell me, how coincidential is that! earlier on, he wanted to contact me but i happened to have changed my contact number recently. and thinking that he wouldn't be back soon, and that his number might be used by his brother or something, i didn't sms to notify him my change of number. so i was unreachable to him. but oh well, thank God, we bumped into each other while shopping! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yesterday, we met up in Commonwealth to visit the teachers and to breathe some Commonwealthian air. it was good except that the teachers were all going to some MOE Excel Opening Ceremony of some sort, so we didn't get to meet up with most of them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later that day, we went to town and had a good time with the rest of the peeps at NYDC and cineleisure. haha. we exercised some abdomen muscles while we took turns to dig up our old jokes and scandals back in secondary school. it was extremely enjoyable and we were having face cramps at the end of the day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday ended really quick. wished it was longer. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss my secondary school days. alot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;remniscent of the older days.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6492790-112029856966084975?l=urbantwilight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbantwilight.blogspot.com/feeds/112029856966084975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6492790&amp;postID=112029856966084975' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492790/posts/default/112029856966084975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492790/posts/default/112029856966084975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbantwilight.blogspot.com/2005/07/ive-been-resisting-to-blog-but-well.html' title=''/><author><name>urban[twilight]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00569346336439605360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492790.post-112005386758712643</id><published>2005-06-29T22:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-29T22:04:27.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>if you see me in school, looking lost or looking moody, please, don't ask me what's wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i would really appreciate it if you just say hi, maybe talk a little about school, and that's it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you're hoping to know what's on my mind, rest assured, i won't tell you. unless i already wanted to tell you, or you're someone whom i think is really an angel, my mouth will be zipped tight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been hearing one too many people asking me why i'm so distant this semester. i have no answer for you guys. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know there are people worried, concerned for me out there. i thank you all for that, but i really don't need that attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yea, just don't ask anything about me being distant or anything alright? just... talk to me. anything under the sun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i won't be updating often anyway. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gone for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6492790-112005386758712643?l=urbantwilight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbantwilight.blogspot.com/feeds/112005386758712643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6492790&amp;postID=112005386758712643' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492790/posts/default/112005386758712643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492790/posts/default/112005386758712643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbantwilight.blogspot.com/2005/06/if-you-see-me-in-school-looking-lost.html' title=''/><author><name>urban[twilight]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00569346336439605360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492790.post-111893310413417563</id><published>2005-06-16T22:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-16T22:45:04.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okay i'm getting very lazy to update my blog recently. and everyone's much busier now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;year 2 is shit. and i'm supposedly taking the easier sem. i think i'm gonna die next sem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yea, since no one's reading this blog, no point updating also right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i've been getting perpetual headaches these days. should make good use of this weekend to rest. sigh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6492790-111893310413417563?l=urbantwilight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbantwilight.blogspot.com/feeds/111893310413417563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6492790&amp;postID=111893310413417563' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492790/posts/default/111893310413417563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492790/posts/default/111893310413417563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbantwilight.blogspot.com/2005/06/okay-im-getting-very-lazy-to-update-my.html' title=''/><author><name>urban[twilight]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00569346336439605360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492790.post-111876501288986416</id><published>2005-06-15T00:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-15T00:03:32.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v74/xbroxu/drip.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think my webdesigns portfolio will be based on photography. wee. now it would be great if anyone could lend me his/her DSLR because my canon a75 is not exactly really powderful. any help will be kindly appreciated! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, in return, i will...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a) bat my eyelids at you (DAMN SEXY!)&lt;br /&gt;b) put a 400px by 200px banner to your website/blog/business permanently for no charge&lt;br /&gt;c) i'd send you a limited edition 3 part series of my sexy voice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOW'S THAT? HUH HUH HUH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quick, flood my inbox with requests to lend me your DSLR NOW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6492790-111876501288986416?l=urbantwilight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbantwilight.blogspot.com/feeds/111876501288986416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6492790&amp;postID=111876501288986416' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492790/posts/default/111876501288986416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492790/posts/default/111876501288986416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbantwilight.blogspot.com/2005/06/i-think-my-webdesigns-portfolio-will.html' title=''/><author><name>urban[twilight]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00569346336439605360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492790.post-111848702311468800</id><published>2005-06-11T18:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-11T18:50:23.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>something really cute happened just now. and it's been keeping me tickled for the past 10 minutes already. and since i can't resist blogging about it, here i am!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so today was a rather uneventful day until the freezer went bonkers. it wasn't freezing anymore and things started melting, ice, ice cream (luckily they're really cheap ones), and the frozen foods were all defrosting. sooooo my mom thought that maybe the freezer had too much load, she removed, of all things, 6 ice cream boxes of ice. 6 BOXES OF ICE! why on earth would anyone take out all the ice when the freezer isn't working? in fact, i think anyone would buy even more ice to prevent the food from spoiling right! unfortunately, my mom was just being herself. but don't get me wrong, mom is anything but an airhead. i guess she was just too distressed that i couldn't do anything about it, she decided to act on her own impulses and removed the ice. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO CUTE LAH. i think its one of the first few times i didn't blame my mom for doing something not-so-intelligent. i just laughed it off. i think something's seriously going wrong with me. am i going to go through another phase of changes in my life? shrugs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes on my lonely bus rides home, my mind wanders off and it made me see that things are really weird nowadays and somewhat topsy turvy at times. but i'm very amused by how everything seems to work out in the end. things seems to be going fine for me now. life is really like a rollercoaster. just let me continue riding up, please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6492790-111848702311468800?l=urbantwilight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbantwilight.blogspot.com/feeds/111848702311468800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6492790&amp;postID=111848702311468800' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492790/posts/default/111848702311468800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492790/posts/default/111848702311468800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbantwilight.blogspot.com/2005/06/something-really-cute-happened-just.html' title=''/><author><name>urban[twilight]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00569346336439605360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492790.post-111841647155651338</id><published>2005-06-10T23:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-10T23:14:31.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i am super duper irritated right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people should learn how to use the keylock feature on their phones, and realise how it would save themselves and others some inconvenience. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've just had someone calling me for 16 times. i picked up the first two and rejected all the rest. WHHHHHY? because when i picked up, all i heard were background noises. there were 2 people chatting, a guy and a girl. and one of them was my friend's voice. so ya. bloody frickin hell. PLEASE STOP PRESSING ON THE HANDPHONE LAH. are you jumping on your boyfriend's lap or something? UGH. and its not the first time something like this happened lah. this is the bloody 2nd time in 2 days. i'm super darn irritated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm gonna tell her off over the phone. NGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYE. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6492790-111841647155651338?l=urbantwilight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbantwilight.blogspot.com/feeds/111841647155651338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6492790&amp;postID=111841647155651338' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492790/posts/default/111841647155651338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492790/posts/default/111841647155651338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbantwilight.blogspot.com/2005/06/i-am-super-duper-irritated-right-now.html' title=''/><author><name>urban[twilight]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00569346336439605360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492790.post-111836376295943942</id><published>2005-06-10T08:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-10T08:36:03.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>first of all, thanks to all the taggers on my board. (: maybe its people like you all who keep others going in life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wouldn't deny that i feel much better after blogging that post now, but somehow, i know deep inside me, i'm still not appeased. oh well, let's just hope that i'd learn how to deal with it in due time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and what just happened above was an excellent demonstration of how i keep myself happy. just chuck aside whatever's bothering you, or just wait till things straighten out on its own. i guess we all can't deny how ignorance is bliss. but after that brief moment of bliss, lol, you're on your own. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wish me luck for newswriting assessed tutorial. i hope i can finish recording my radio mag segment today though the script has yet to be finalised. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah well, bye for now. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6492790-111836376295943942?l=urbantwilight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbantwilight.blogspot.com/feeds/111836376295943942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6492790&amp;postID=111836376295943942' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492790/posts/default/111836376295943942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492790/posts/default/111836376295943942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbantwilight.blogspot.com/2005/06/first-of-all-thanks-to-all-taggers-on.html' title=''/><author><name>urban[twilight]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00569346336439605360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492790.post-111824607711524248</id><published>2005-06-08T23:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-08T23:54:37.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>since many people have asked me what my self-exploration was about, i'm gonna let you guys in on a teeny-weeny bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if there was any reason anyone would call me nice, would be because i'm easy-going, and i'm person who would sacrifice himself for another person(s). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i often find myself getting trampled all over. always at the losing end. but i don't realise that until the whole thing is going to be over, or was already long over. i tend to give in too much. instinctively, i'd always try not to trouble others, or create any for them. if there were any sacrifices that i could do on my part to improve the situation, i would, often willingly but not knowing why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it pays to be kind. everyone says that. but no one exercises it. face it, people just take advantage of you whether or not with or without the intention to. if there is any form of payment for being kind, it would be paying to the people around him/her, but not to the person him/herself. when you're kind, people just take it for granted that you'd be kind, and you will be kind, forever. the 'bullying' never stops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel really sick of giving in all the time, making people around me happy, at the expense of myself. i used to have this 'noble thought' that if i could make the people around me happy, i would naturally be happy. let me just tell you, it is bullshit. i think anyone can tell you that. i wished somebody would have enlightened me. let's just say... one day, you bought yourself your favourite lollipop to cheer yourself up because you've had a bad day. jane, your best friend, wasn't feeling too good that day. she asked if she could have the lollipop because she loved it as much as you do. you didn't had much of a choice, so you gave it to her. she smiles. but you feel &lt;em&gt;fucking&lt;/em&gt; rotten. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to make things worse, i'm anything but a vocal person. which really makes me an even easier victim to step on, trample and push around. i can't retaliate, my words are like blunt arrows, i can't defend myself properly. i feel like a rabbit, with a note to my bloodthirsty hunters pegged to my cute furry tail which says "shoot me! i'm an easy target!". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm feeling all cynical, frustrated, unappreciated, useless and defenceless. its times like this when i get so sick of living, i wished i could just pull the plug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i'm really tired. period.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's nothing i can do. there's no one to blame, but myself, and the way i was brought up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6492790-111824607711524248?l=urbantwilight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbantwilight.blogspot.com/feeds/111824607711524248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6492790&amp;postID=111824607711524248' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492790/posts/default/111824607711524248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492790/posts/default/111824607711524248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbantwilight.blogspot.com/2005/06/since-many-people-have-asked-me-what.html' title=''/><author><name>urban[twilight]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00569346336439605360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492790.post-111810503808255970</id><published>2005-06-07T08:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-07T08:43:58.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i did some self-exploration of myself yesterday. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it has indeed opened my eyes to alot of things. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i just can't blog it over here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its too private.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i need an update.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so here i am!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and off i go. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;byebye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6492790-111810503808255970?l=urbantwilight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbantwilight.blogspot.com/feeds/111810503808255970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6492790&amp;postID=111810503808255970' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492790/posts/default/111810503808255970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492790/posts/default/111810503808255970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbantwilight.blogspot.com/2005/06/i-did-some-self-exploration-of-myself.html' title=''/><author><name>urban[twilight]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00569346336439605360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492790.post-111794567938375869</id><published>2005-06-05T12:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-05T12:27:59.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>last night, just when i was about to fall asleep, a phone call came in. it was from the most unexpected person. my elder brother. he was calling from the sri lankan airport.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"xuan, can you help me ask papa what liqour he wanted to get to make his tiramisu?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"uh... don't know leh." i replied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"can you wake papa up?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"cannot lah. he's working tomorrow lorh. i think don't buy lah."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and he hung up. LOL. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so this morning he called again! and i was the one to pick up the phone. i think my brother misses me alot. he called me when i was going to sleep, and then later in the morning he woke me up again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this time he was calling from Changi Airport. i asked dad to get the phone and i went back to sleep while my ears functioned like they were detached, following up on the conversation. dad said something about buying wines. woohoo! i rock. i've influenced my family into buying wines instead of beer. this is the first time that my brothers came back from overseas buying only 3 cans of beer, huge difference from the usual 9 or 12 cans. i sprung up from my bed, and asked my bro to look out for white zinfandels. then.. i went back to sleep again. :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then about 2-3 hours later, i was hearing familiar footsteps again. trust me, i'm best at doing that. i can know who's coming back just by listening okay. i can differentiate from my individual family members to my neighbour's family members as well. i'm darrrn good. i'm spending too much time at home lah. hahaha. i even know my neighbour's style of knocking their doors. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY SO ANYWAY, it was my brother's footsteps. i could hear it so well. then i looked at the reflection from the TV, it was a tall and slim figure. confirm guarantee plus chop my elder brother lah. so there he was, in a red t-shirt with his huge haversack towering behind him. he carried a little surprise (to me) too! it was two bottles of wine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v74/xbroxu/wine.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOOORAY! wine wine wine! i like. he didn't get anything for me from sri lanka where the things are dirt cheap there, but i couldn't be more excited to know that he bought two bottles of really good wine! just look at the medals they both earned! HEEHEEHEE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm happy as a lark! because mom's gonna get a double decked bunk bed so i can sleep in the room also. for those who don't know where i sleep, here a newsflash. i've been a permanent occupant of the living room since i was old enough to wear briefs instead of diapers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;crap. should i spend $200 on a mini bar fridge to cellar my wines properly? after all, the bottle count at home is about 5 and growing. does anyone have a mini bar fridge to sell? drop me a tag or &lt;a href="mailto:xuanbin@phreaker.net"&gt;&lt;b&gt;email me&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. THANK YOUUUU! budget under $100 if possible. lol. and the minimum internal dimensions would 12 inches by 12 inches. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;give me a deal i can't resist. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6492790-111794567938375869?l=urbantwilight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbantwilight.blogspot.com/feeds/111794567938375869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6492790&amp;postID=111794567938375869' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492790/posts/default/111794567938375869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492790/posts/default/111794567938375869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbantwilight.blogspot.com/2005/06/last-night-just-when-i-was-about-to.html' title=''/><author><name>urban[twilight]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00569346336439605360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492790.post-111779127293785409</id><published>2005-06-03T17:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-03T17:34:32.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm now delicious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.dkny.com/images/fragrance_men/spray_man.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YUMMY! shouts to renee for helping me get it from her flight back from Jakarta!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yea, nothing much to blog about. it's the same old shit again, just different days. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6492790-111779127293785409?l=urbantwilight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbantwilight.blogspot.com/feeds/111779127293785409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6492790&amp;postID=111779127293785409' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492790/posts/default/111779127293785409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492790/posts/default/111779127293785409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbantwilight.blogspot.com/2005/06/im-now-delicious-yummy-shouts-to-renee.html' title=''/><author><name>urban[twilight]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00569346336439605360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492790.post-111771585770292786</id><published>2005-06-02T20:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-02T20:37:37.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>headaches, blocked nose, fatigue. on top of these, i'm running a temperature as well. feels great to have the common cold bug catching up on you eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was asked to leave Public Relations (PR) practicals today. for two reasons. one, i didn't read my note beforehand. two, i was being too honest. i don't blame my tutor for doing so. i'm not trying to suck up but really, it was my fault. it sort of woke me up, maybe i should be more conscientious in my work since i'm year 2 already. this is the first time in 18 years that i got asked to leave a class. yes, xb is a nice boy with a big big big big heart (and tummy too.).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a lighter note, holland village burger king has really bad coke/coke lights. nghh. and renee bought me DKNY Be Delicious! hurray! new fragrance for me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, time to go back to bed again. i hope i'd get well by tomorrow morning cos its gonna be a pretty long day for me and i don't wish to be so stoned the entire day lah. AH HAH, i'm sure brian will cheer me up big time during comiss tutorial tomorrow. hurray for brian! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till then, it's time to succumb to the comfort of my bed and fight the cold bug! *insert sword fighting sfx*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;evidently, my quirky sense of humour doesn't take a rest when i'm ill, and i make a really bad italian man impersonator. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a second note, i wished every radio lesson was like today. hmm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6492790-111771585770292786?l=urbantwilight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbantwilight.blogspot.com/feeds/111771585770292786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6492790&amp;postID=111771585770292786' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492790/posts/default/111771585770292786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492790/posts/default/111771585770292786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbantwilight.blogspot.com/2005/06/headaches-blocked-nose-fatigue.html' title=''/><author><name>urban[twilight]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00569346336439605360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492790.post-111762095146527962</id><published>2005-06-01T18:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-01T18:56:39.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&amp;#60rant&amp;#62i'm feeling unwell.&amp;#60/rant&amp;#62&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6492790-111762095146527962?l=urbantwilight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbantwilight.blogspot.com/feeds/111762095146527962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6492790&amp;postID=111762095146527962' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492790/posts/default/111762095146527962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492790/posts/default/111762095146527962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbantwilight.blogspot.com/2005/06/60rant62im-feeling-unwell.html' title=''/><author><name>urban[twilight]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00569346336439605360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492790.post-111746313710682490</id><published>2005-05-30T22:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-30T22:25:37.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>allrightttttttt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i kinda regret telling my parents i had a little bit of wine today again. okay, this time, my mum kept quiet and just smiled. BUT, my dad said, "EH! DON'T DRINK UNTIL YOU GET ADDICTED HUH I TELL YOU.." aiyah wtf. now BOTH my parents think i'm addicted to alcohol. ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so.. oh yea. went out with beni today. she bought her nice addidas shoes while i couldn't find anything to splurge my pay on. not a bad thing afterall lah. we then went to have dinner at marche. after our food we went over to the bar to have some drinks. beni, remniscent of the yummy margaritas from tango's, decided to order one at marche. it sucked reallllly bad. on the other hand, i decided to be more classy and elegant and i ordered a glass of zinfandel. it was fantabulous. fruity, smooth, sweet and with mild acidity. yum yum. i should've ordered less food and more wine. it was darn good lah. i'm looking forward to my next glass of wine. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah, after today, i'm glad that i decided not to tell my parents about my two recent wine purchases. otherwise i swear they'd keep it away from me man. but then again, i'm turning 18 this year, where can they keep that's out of reach? lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;soooooo....... anyone wanna sip wine with me next time? :D &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6492790-111746313710682490?l=urbantwilight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbantwilight.blogspot.com/feeds/111746313710682490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6492790&amp;postID=111746313710682490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492790/posts/default/111746313710682490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492790/posts/default/111746313710682490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbantwilight.blogspot.com/2005/05/allrightttttttt-i-kinda-regret-telling.html' title=''/><author><name>urban[twilight]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00569346336439605360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492790.post-111741920692254541</id><published>2005-05-30T10:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-30T10:13:26.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ohmygourd. i feel so depressed now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after like 2 days of pigging out at home, i've gained a whopping 1.5kgs. oh gourd oh gourd. i'm so fcuked! okay. i'm gonna lose em' all by the end of this week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hello low carb again, byebye rice, noodles, pasta and bread.... for the time being at least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shit lah my face looks like a balloon that's about to burst anything. shitballs shitballs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6492790-111741920692254541?l=urbantwilight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbantwilight.blogspot.com/feeds/111741920692254541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6492790&amp;postID=111741920692254541' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492790/posts/default/111741920692254541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492790/posts/default/111741920692254541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbantwilight.blogspot.com/2005/05/ohmygourd.html' title=''/><author><name>urban[twilight]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00569346336439605360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492790.post-111737976933524984</id><published>2005-05-29T23:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-29T23:16:09.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>this will be a random post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. my mom thinks i'm addicted to alcohol.&lt;br /&gt;2. my tummy is growing rounder!&lt;br /&gt;3. anyone likes to cycle at night? join me leh. i wanna burn off some fats.&lt;br /&gt;4. i feel like sleeping now.&lt;br /&gt;5. should i go for a facial? or go back to my doctor for my acne probs? which reminds me...&lt;br /&gt;6. OH CRAP MY ACNE GEL IS RUNNING OUT.&lt;br /&gt;7. i dropped my handphone several times this week. i even scratched the screen.&lt;br /&gt;8. i just realised i end at the following times from mondays to fridays respectively. 5pm, 6pm, 6pm, 1pm, 4pm. this is so shitty.&lt;br /&gt;9. people around me have their lives pretty fcuked up. &lt;br /&gt;10. i'm a lousy christian.&lt;br /&gt;11. i wished i was a better one.&lt;br /&gt;12. i want to catch episode 2 before i catch episode 3. (star wars lah)&lt;br /&gt;13. how come they don't have a movie marathon for all the 3 star wars like they had for the LOTR trilogy?&lt;br /&gt;14. fiona wants me to stop mentioning her name on my blog.&lt;br /&gt;15. and my girlfriend thinks i'm annoyed at her. i'm not okay! i lUrvEsXx heR tA biTzXxzx wORzXxXzx~!&lt;br /&gt;16. fysh hasn't been replying to me. HI FYSH TAG ME TAG ME TAG ME. OMGHI2U!&lt;br /&gt;17. i taught benita l33tsp34k that day with things like OMGHI2U, and KTHXBEY for her to use on dota.&lt;br /&gt;18. i miss the times when we used to fool around in PJC with fysh and ben and shanna banana and zhiwei. &lt;br /&gt;19. i'm a sentimental junkie, can you tell?&lt;br /&gt;20. i still have a card which my close friend gave it to me while she was in hospital. she went with the Lord when we were only 14-years-old.&lt;br /&gt;21. i really miss her. sometimes i wonder how she would be if she didn't.. pass away.&lt;br /&gt;22. i still need a time machine.&lt;br /&gt;23. GUESS IS HAVING A 30-70% SALE!&lt;s&gt; I WANT TO SHOP TILL MY BALLS SAG! &lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. that was a rather disturbing thought.&lt;br /&gt;25. ohmyGOURD, it is. don't be shocked if you find me with a higher pitched voice, it has got to be the tight underwear.&lt;br /&gt;26. i'm enjoying blogging this random post!&lt;br /&gt;27. i think randomness is hereditary. at least my mom is very random.&lt;br /&gt;28. i slept for FOUR hours just now. think i better chill my vodka mix to help me sleep later. wee.&lt;br /&gt;29. oh. no wonder my mom thinks i'm addicted to alcohol.&lt;br /&gt;30. oh shit. am i?&lt;br /&gt;31. drinking ice cream is quite a nice thing to do!&lt;br /&gt;32. typing in aLt CaPs irritates alot of people.&lt;br /&gt;33. i have a few people whom i want to hit. as in, beat up.&lt;br /&gt;34. i have stretchy skin!&lt;br /&gt;35. and i like sleeping on air-conned SMRT buses with a sweater. damn shiok lah.&lt;br /&gt;36. i need to trim my fingernails.&lt;br /&gt;37. my hands are not as smooth as they used to be :(&lt;br /&gt;38. my thumb trembles when i stretch my hand. &lt;br /&gt;39. i'm craving for CHICKEN WINGS! &lt;br /&gt;40. omgourd. no wonder i'm growing sideways.&lt;br /&gt;41. my face looks bloated lah. i look like a hamster who stuffed half a loaf of bread into its mouth.&lt;br /&gt;42. i just talked to ***** koh and she thought the size of your waist was measured in centimetres. i,e. 26cm. when i told her my waist was 80cm, she got a shock. OMGOURD. -.-"&lt;br /&gt;43. hwah. i just came up with 43 random statements lah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay enough for today. i should do this more often. ITS DAMN FUN LAH!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6492790-111737976933524984?l=urbantwilight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbantwilight.blogspot.com/feeds/111737976933524984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6492790&amp;postID=111737976933524984' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492790/posts/default/111737976933524984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492790/posts/default/111737976933524984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbantwilight.blogspot.com/2005/05/this-will-be-random-post.html' title=''/><author><name>urban[twilight]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00569346336439605360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492790.post-111721967006852279</id><published>2005-05-28T02:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-28T02:47:50.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>can somebody please invent a frickin' time machine?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because i really want it badly to undo mistakes made by myself and others. because i really wished some things would never have happened. but what the heck, they all have, and there still isn't a frickin' time machine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all we can do is look back and see for ourselves how stupid we are and try not to fall again. wow, that sure is going to help. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay can't blog no further. i just had a small bottle of chardonnay and i'm feeling sleepy right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but just for the record, everything's good for me now. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6492790-111721967006852279?l=urbantwilight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbantwilight.blogspot.com/feeds/111721967006852279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6492790&amp;postID=111721967006852279' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492790/posts/default/111721967006852279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492790/posts/default/111721967006852279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbantwilight.blogspot.com/2005/05/can-somebody-please-invent-frickin.html' title=''/><author><name>urban[twilight]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00569346336439605360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492790.post-111703513278352890</id><published>2005-05-25T23:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-25T23:32:12.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my electricity was cut off this morning at 9.30am. i tell you, it was damn bloody bad. i'm proud to say that i managed to survive without electricity for 2 more hours before going to school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that meant that i couldn't surf the internet, watch the television nor use my PC. but what the heck, there wasn't power for my water heater and hairdryer also lah! WTF. i was shivering while showering okay. but on a serious note, it made me realise how bad it is for people who live in 3rd world countries, who have no electricity 24/7.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think its rather sad. to have no lights to turn on while you pee at night. no wonder their toilet stinks with pee all over. but what's worse is that they have no potable water source! even if they have a clean river, after tens of years, the water will also become  dirty right. because people will pang sai, bathe, pee, wash their clothes in the river. omg. by then, people might as well don't bathe. because they might probably get even dirtier because of the water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm now watching my mom brushing her teeth with clean water flowing out from her tap. i'm trying to picture her brushing her teeth with murky water. and then gargling her mouth with murky water also. omg. that's gonna be damn gross. and she's gonna smile at me, with mud and probably a centipede in between her teeth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GROSS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6492790-111703513278352890?l=urbantwilight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbantwilight.blogspot.com/feeds/111703513278352890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6492790&amp;postID=111703513278352890' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492790/posts/default/111703513278352890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492790/posts/default/111703513278352890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbantwilight.blogspot.com/2005/05/my-electricity-was-cut-off-this.html' title=''/><author><name>urban[twilight]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00569346336439605360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492790.post-111694133972796630</id><published>2005-05-24T21:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-24T22:43:29.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i feel like deleting my previous post now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i realised i do not miss going to lectures. i do not miss having to work up to go to school. i do not miss fearing to be late for lessons and lectures. i do not miss the smell of the convention centre. i do not miss the creaky seats in LT78.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i do miss irritating jules. i miss having mavis to command me. i miss disturbing my favourite kinky indian who's celebrating her 3rd year anniversary with kuchi kuchi shan shan today. (on a side note: HAPPY 3RD YEAR ANNIVERSARY! MAY YOUR LOVE FOR EACH OTHER TO CONTINUE TO BLOSSOM!) i miss how it feels like to wear a snuggie in a lecture theatre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heck. i just want to go to school, but just no boring lectures and tutorials please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so........ somebody dragged me back to the atrium all the way from the bus stop. GUESS WHO? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;***** kohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. :/&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes she's my distant cousin who thinks we should call each other cousins because distant cousins sounds too erh, distant. SO YA. she dragged me back to the atrium to do what? chit-chat. okay lah i must give my cousin some credit. she's pretty entertaining. and she's nice to me considering how bad i treat her. i think she's my favourite cousin now lah wtf. this sounds disgusting. i never had a favourite cousin. because they aren't as old as me. i'm like stuck in the middle. they're either a few years older, or a few years younger. and i have nothing in common to talk to them about. i feel like my coolness will slowly fade off with each word i speak to them. but eh, fiona's different. maybe she's in mass comm. or maybe i just knew she was my &lt;s&gt;distant&lt;/s&gt; cousin for like 4-5 days. maybe the novelty will wear off soon. HAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHHAHA. ok i should stop talking about her or she'd start feeling like she's made an impact in my life already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hi cousin, if you're reading this, which i know you will, i hope your brother will never go to NS. or that he will just get posted to somewhere on the mainland so he can book out every night and steal your internet connection. HAHAHAAHAH. told you guys i was bad to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg. i still can't believe i have a &lt;s&gt;distant cousin&lt;/s&gt; cousin in mass comm! she's in the other cohort. wow wee. we can exchange our textbooks. wow wee. the world is so small. oh i've another distant cousin in FSV too. who so happens to be fiona's cousin. cool eh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6492790-111694133972796630?l=urbantwilight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbantwilight.blogspot.com/feeds/111694133972796630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6492790&amp;postID=111694133972796630' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492790/posts/default/111694133972796630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492790/posts/default/111694133972796630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbantwilight.blogspot.com/2005/05/i-feel-like-deleting-my-previous-post.html' title=''/><author><name>urban[twilight]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00569346336439605360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492790.post-111682752031880356</id><published>2005-05-23T13:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-23T13:52:00.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ah. school's starting tomorrow already. i'm officially year 2 now. it seems like it's only been 2 months i've been in mass comm. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somehow, i really miss those nights when we stay up and try to complete our work. everyone will be on msn, asking redundant questions like "eh you finish already?". they're redundant because obviously we'd just go and get some well deserved sleep if we've finished our work. lol. but when your work's complete, you feel like you've achieved something and you feel really useful. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i should make a grand entrance tomorrow into the LT. i think i could use some smoky eyes, mascara, nicely buffed nails and probably some body glitter as well. and everyone will hold banners that say "TRANNNAE!" with the following words in small print: "chicks with dicks!".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. maybe i could be more suited to get my internship at talkingcock.com. hmmmm. i'm actually seriously considering this as an option. someone shoot me. please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6492790-111682752031880356?l=urbantwilight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbantwilight.blogspot.com/feeds/111682752031880356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6492790&amp;postID=111682752031880356' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492790/posts/default/111682752031880356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492790/posts/default/111682752031880356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbantwilight.blogspot.com/2005/05/ah.html' title=''/><author><name>urban[twilight]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00569346336439605360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492790.post-111659702969397688</id><published>2005-05-20T21:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-20T21:50:29.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>FMS Orientation 2005 went pretty well. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally, weeks of planning and meetups has paid off. although some things didn't go as planned, we still managed to pull it off together nicely. me and tim were like pulling out our hair and cursing like mad monks when the games were supposed to start. shan't go into detail or i think i'd just curse more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yup, to all the freshies, if any, who are reading my blog, i hope you've had a great time enjoying playing the games and everything else. (: tag my board and leave me a link or something alright. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6492790-111659702969397688?l=urbantwilight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbantwilight.blogspot.com/feeds/111659702969397688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6492790&amp;postID=111659702969397688' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492790/posts/default/111659702969397688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492790/posts/default/111659702969397688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbantwilight.blogspot.com/2005/05/fms-orientation-2005-went-pretty-well.html' title=''/><author><name>urban[twilight]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00569346336439605360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492790.post-111642688770015967</id><published>2005-05-18T22:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-18T22:34:47.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>mom just hung up on me over the phone just now. &lt;em&gt;she&lt;/em&gt; caused it. &lt;em&gt;just FYI, my mom never hung up on me. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;she&lt;/em&gt;, incidentally happens to be my mom's colleague who are the only two teachers in the whole kindergarten who teaches chinese alongside my mom. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and &lt;em&gt;she&lt;/em&gt;, also happens to be a sloth. just like the one in the picture below. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://sacredheritage.com/normita/images/sloth-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;except for the fact that &lt;em&gt;she&lt;/em&gt; looks much more like a luohan fish and far less cuter than a sloth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. so what did &lt;em&gt;she&lt;/em&gt; do? no, &lt;em&gt;she&lt;/em&gt; didn't eat up my corn flakes. nor did &lt;em&gt;she&lt;/em&gt; played with my mouse while i was working on photoshop. &lt;em&gt;she&lt;/em&gt; is a fat lazy lousy bitch who doesn't deserve to be a teacher because &lt;em&gt;she&lt;/em&gt; conveniently asks somebody else's sons (who so happens to be my brother and i) to help her do her work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its not how much time i'd have to waste to type out three pages of chinese characters for &lt;em&gt;her&lt;/em&gt;. its about the concept of doing your own work. idiot, i should be the one getting paid a monthly salary and not you. why don't you give me say about 40% of your monthly salary and i might just consider to do it for you just this time. screw off, stop watching your silly mandarin serials on tv and start learning how to type it on your own. if you're not free to do so, you have a daughter yourself. put her to good use and stop freeloading on us, bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay even if you do want a favour from us, return us another. treat my mom lunch someday or buy her breakfast in the morning lah. you just keep on coming back to us whenever you want to have some chinese characters typed. stop being such a prick. don't wait for the hand to feed you. do it yourself lah. moron. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you dare to complain that we aren't helping or some shit, please go help yourself to some cow dung and horse piss. because we shouldn't help people who do not even help themselves. but of course, after saying that, you still ought to help yourself to some cow dung and horse piss lah okay. you know i won't stop you from doing so. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay i feel better saying all these now. i'd better wash the dishes before mom gets home. or else mom might just as well make me erh... not cow dung or course... but CELERY! GASP! THE HORRRRRRRROR! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6492790-111642688770015967?l=urbantwilight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbantwilight.blogspot.com/feeds/111642688770015967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6492790&amp;postID=111642688770015967' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492790/posts/default/111642688770015967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492790/posts/default/111642688770015967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbantwilight.blogspot.com/2005/05/mom-just-hung-up-on-me-over-phone-just.html' title=''/><author><name>urban[twilight]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00569346336439605360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492790.post-111640467905783836</id><published>2005-05-18T16:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-18T16:24:39.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>this post is going to be a mini photolog because i'm feeling too lazy to type too many words and i've just be overwhelmed by the film Hotel Rwanda. its bloody good. i rented the dvd today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, here's the story. not too long ago, me&amp;gwen decided to go back to billy bombers for dinner. so we shared a set meal. it consisted of a drink, main course, soup as starter and a dessert. wow wee. so we finished our sphagetti marinara and we were ready for the dessert. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALL HAIL, the dessert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v74/xbroxu/fwah.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was a huge huge huge square sour plum cake so me&amp;gwen were only able to finish half. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v74/xbroxu/chey.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. so i lied. a picture tells a thousand words. the cake was put on a sauceplate and we were given a teaspoon. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v74/xbroxu/green-man.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and this is a little something gwen made for me. LOL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6492790-111640467905783836?l=urbantwilight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbantwilight.blogspot.com/feeds/111640467905783836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6492790&amp;postID=111640467905783836' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492790/posts/default/111640467905783836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492790/posts/default/111640467905783836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbantwilight.blogspot.com/2005/05/this-post-is-going-to-be-mini-photolog.html' title=''/><author><name>urban[twilight]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00569346336439605360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492790.post-111622939805321448</id><published>2005-05-16T15:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-16T15:47:40.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the formula of e=mc2 may be stranger to none.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but today, albert einstein will have to move aside and make way for a new genius of the 21st century.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ladies and gentlemen, lo and behold. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i present you, the formula of enjoyment. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;e=c+t+v&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v74/xbroxu/ecvt.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Enjoyment&lt;/strong&gt; = bbq &lt;strong&gt;Chicken&lt;/strong&gt; + &lt;strong&gt;Troy&lt;/strong&gt; dvd + red square blueberry &lt;strong&gt;Vodka&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheers. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6492790-111622939805321448?l=urbantwilight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbantwilight.blogspot.com/feeds/111622939805321448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6492790&amp;postID=111622939805321448' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492790/posts/default/111622939805321448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492790/posts/default/111622939805321448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbantwilight.blogspot.com/2005/05/formula-of-emc2-may-be-stranger-to.html' title=''/><author><name>urban[twilight]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00569346336439605360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492790.post-111621073332961620</id><published>2005-05-16T10:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-16T10:33:04.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok. i can't help but say what the f*ck to this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td style="font: bolder small-caps 14pt Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif; color: black; text-transform: capitalize; word-spacing: .3em; text-align: center; background: #bce9ff; border-style: double; border-color: gray; padding: 5px; width: 350px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Birthdate: August 20&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td style=" font: small-caps small-caps 12pt Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif; color: black; text-transform: none; text-align: left; background: #e2f5ff; border-style: double; border-color: gray; padding: 5px; width: 350px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your birth on the 20th day of the month adds a degree of emotion, sensitivity, and intuition to your reading. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 2 energy provided here is very social, allowing you to make friends easily and quickly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet you are apt to have a rather nervous air in the company of a large group. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have a warmhearted nature and emotional understanding that constantly seeks affection. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are very prone to become depressed and moody, as emotions can turn inward and cause anxiety and mental turmoil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It can be hard for you to bounce back to reality when depression sets in. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When things are going well, you can go just as far the other way and become extremely affectionate.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatdoesyourbirthdatemeanquiz/"&gt;What Does Your Birth Date Mean?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTF!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6492790-111621073332961620?l=urbantwilight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbantwilight.blogspot.com/feeds/111621073332961620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6492790&amp;postID=111621073332961620' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492790/posts/default/111621073332961620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492790/posts/default/111621073332961620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbantwilight.blogspot.com/2005/05/ok.html' title=''/><author><name>urban[twilight]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00569346336439605360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492790.post-111617658857496276</id><published>2005-05-16T01:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-16T01:03:08.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hurray!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm finally done with work! OMGOMGOMG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was abit sad leaving tango's lah. abit. i'd miss the people there. especially gary and kenneth. and probably andy as well. chin made me a cocktail today. its a modified blue lady. wasn't too bad. but i didn't like the vodka taste. and i had some tiger beer and kilkenny beforehand so i had to ask whoever who walked passed to drink abit. lol. i can't take much alcohol and i'd never want to get drunk again lah. chin thinks i'm really a good boy. hurhurhur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, i'm actually relieved i don't have to work anymore. because seriously, waitering is shit job. (: i don't know how people can work there for 3 odd years. and of course there's also the more extreme, gary who's worked from a part-timer to a manager. he's been there for 9 years. wtf. that's like half of my life so far. it's just amazing lah. i'd rather shoot myself now than to work for 9 years in f&amp;b. you need loads of tolerance and patience in this field. and quick thinking as well, obviously its something i lack besides the fact i can come up with puns and silly jokes impromptu. but its different lah uh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next up, i'd have to plan what to say for the fms orientation because juliana stacy lau ji ping (again!) has conveniently named me her co-emcee for the coming FMS orientation at the last committee meeting with the advisors. grr. i swear i'd trip and fall on my words. i swear. and i'd have to oversee the games etc as well. luckily there's tim around to take care of things or else i think i'd just die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the only regret i have today is that i forgot to introduce myself to phin wong and shake his hand while i presented him his bill. i'm an idiot. now i have no chance to. somebody slap me with a brick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;shit. piss. fuck.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6492790-111617658857496276?l=urbantwilight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbantwilight.blogspot.com/feeds/111617658857496276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6492790&amp;postID=111617658857496276' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492790/posts/default/111617658857496276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492790/posts/default/111617658857496276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbantwilight.blogspot.com/2005/05/hurray-im-finally-done-with-work.html' title=''/><author><name>urban[twilight]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00569346336439605360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492790.post-111595437196989365</id><published>2005-05-13T11:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-13T11:19:32.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WEE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this week may be my very last week of work! WEEE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm darned happy. lalalala. but the two people i'm gonna remember most would most probably be ah di and gary. cos the two of them are the nicest people to me lah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but hey! NO MORE WORK! YEEHA! think i'd quit after sunday. maybe i will. i don't know leh. the only thing that's stopping me is earning extra bucks to spend. should i or should i not? all i know is by this weekend i will have 410. but 400 would go into my NYC fund. or maybe 350. i don't knowwwww. maybe i'd work two more days next week and that will sum up my working stint at Tango's. hmm. see how. will discuss with adeline and see what she'll say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6492790-111595437196989365?l=urbantwilight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbantwilight.blogspot.com/feeds/111595437196989365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6492790&amp;postID=111595437196989365' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492790/posts/default/111595437196989365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492790/posts/default/111595437196989365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbantwilight.blogspot.com/2005/05/wee-this-week-may-be-my-very-last-week.html' title=''/><author><name>urban[twilight]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00569346336439605360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492790.post-111590625643355812</id><published>2005-05-12T21:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-12T21:57:36.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wassup mum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lately i've been getting really impatient with my mum. she's always asking redundant questions or keeps on repeating them. e.g "eh xuan, what days are you working this week?" 10 minutes later, she asks me the same question again. like WTF? then just now while having dinner, the phone rang. the phone was JUST BESIDE HER and she said "xuan, can you please answer the phone?" double WTF! so i told her "eh ma, you know in this house, only me and kor will answer the phone? you and pa will just continue what you're doing and ask us to answer the phone even if we're in the kitchen studying or something while you all are at the living room watching tv and the phone's just behind you." so my mom said... "you know xuan, in this house, there are things that only i do. like doing the laundry, and washing the toilets." NO LINK RIGHT? i don't know what's wrong lah. maybe she's going through menopause or something lah. grr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, the briefing turned out fine. and i finally met up with the charbee's jewels &amp; co after like a few light years. mavis ang ku kueh was missing. but anyhow, tangs was having sale. so i bought black pants from seed for only 23.70. the usual price is like 79 lah! and i bought a book on wines in borders. :D $11.95 weeee. had abit of inspiration on what to speak during the orientation. yep. and i still haven't shopped for clothes for the new semester. crap. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6492790-111590625643355812?l=urbantwilight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbantwilight.blogspot.com/feeds/111590625643355812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6492790&amp;postID=111590625643355812' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492790/posts/default/111590625643355812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492790/posts/default/111590625643355812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbantwilight.blogspot.com/2005/05/wassup-mum.html' title=''/><author><name>urban[twilight]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00569346336439605360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492790.post-111582019102525179</id><published>2005-05-11T22:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-11T22:03:11.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okay alright. so school is going to start again in 10 odd days. honestly, I CAN'T WAIT TO GO BACK! even if its going to be hellish. even if it would mean having to sleep a few hours a day. it's going to be fufilling at least. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really hate work. seriously. waitering is shit job, i swear. whenever you make a mistake, you're getting banged left right center. firstly, the customer will screw you up, pass you snide remarks. the worst part, you can't fucking retaliate because customers are always right. secondly, you'd get screwed by the manager on duty. if that's not bad enough, you might also get screwed from the chefs. so yea. basically, when you commit one stupid mistake, you'd be condemned like a damned sinner beyond redemption. and you still have to put up with all these shit you're getting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wtf man i can't wait for school. and wait for the bling to roll in. but of course, most of them will go to fund my new york trip. HOPEFULLY I DO GET IN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i tell ya, i've been dreaming so much about going to new york. and i think i'm not the only one. jules has been working her ass off at work as well. why? no, she's not saving up to buy harry potter movie premiums or fan collector items. SHE'S SAVING UP FOR NEW YORK AS WELL! TELL ME HOW FUNKY IS THAT! she deserves respect this time muno. (: &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6492790-111582019102525179?l=urbantwilight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbantwilight.blogspot.com/feeds/111582019102525179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6492790&amp;postID=111582019102525179' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492790/posts/default/111582019102525179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492790/posts/default/111582019102525179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbantwilight.blogspot.com/2005/05/okay-alright.html' title=''/><author><name>urban[twilight]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00569346336439605360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492790.post-111570202964386076</id><published>2005-05-10T13:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-10T13:16:50.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okay. this is kinda weird. i haven't updated for 3 days straight and yesterday i got highest hits in a day ever. maybe i shouldn't update so often. darn i just did. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhow, THANKS JULES, you've drawn more visitors to my blog. and THANKS GWEN, for supplying me the picture. AHAHHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k i shall go and bathe. i hope it rains later. and i think i'd be ordering from ae.com soon. anyone wants to join to share shipping charges? msn alright? (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and, for those who signed up to help out for the coming &lt;strong&gt;FMS Orientation&lt;/strong&gt;, please take note the following:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="yellow"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-The meeting will be scheduled at this &lt;strong&gt;THURSDAY, 12 MAY 2005&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-The briefing will start at &lt;strong&gt;10AM. PLEASE BE PUNCTUAL.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-The venue will be at &lt;strong&gt;LT50&lt;/strong&gt;, which is at the &lt;strong&gt;GROUND FLOOR OF BLOCK 50&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you really don't know where the LT is, i'd roll out a red carpet that stretches all the way from the two main entrances of the school and i'd don on my grass skirt and hollow coconut shells bikini, complete with bright pink pom poms to give you a warm hawaiian welcome at the door of block 50. and like always, i'm just joking. jules will do all of that instead. right jules?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and btw, if you haven't seen jules in seventeen magazine, scroll down further. i swear jules is cursing under her breath right now. oh wait, she curses aloud. okay. she must be plotting my murder by now. so ya, &lt;strong&gt;PLEASE COME FOR THE FMS ORIENTATION BRIEFING BECAUSE YOU'D SEE THE HANDSOME BOYS AND GIRLS FROM THE COMMITTEE.&lt;/strong&gt; other than that, CCA points will be awarded! refreshments and candies not included.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6492790-111570202964386076?l=urbantwilight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbantwilight.blogspot.com/feeds/111570202964386076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6492790&amp;postID=111570202964386076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492790/posts/default/111570202964386076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492790/posts/default/111570202964386076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbantwilight.blogspot.com/2005/05/okay.html' title=''/><author><name>urban[twilight]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00569346336439605360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492790.post-111547885971380844</id><published>2005-05-07T23:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-07T23:22:25.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>familiar face? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v74/xbroxu/jules.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, our JULIANA STACY LAU JI PING in the January 2003 issue of SEVENTEEN magazine commenting on one of cleo's most eligible bachelor. picture courtesy of gwen lee. and she wanted me to credit her without the use of any adjectives. so ya okay. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(: HI JULES!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6492790-111547885971380844?l=urbantwilight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbantwilight.blogspot.com/feeds/111547885971380844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6492790&amp;postID=111547885971380844' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492790/posts/default/111547885971380844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492790/posts/default/111547885971380844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbantwilight.blogspot.com/2005/05/familiar-face-d-yes-our-juliana-stacy.html' title=''/><author><name>urban[twilight]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00569346336439605360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492790.post-111545298518086061</id><published>2005-05-07T16:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-07T16:03:05.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>easy banana milkshake! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 x medium ripe banana&lt;br /&gt;1 x 200ml package of HL Banana milk (any plain milk would do also)&lt;br /&gt;2 x tablespoons of honey&lt;br /&gt;3 x tablespoons of whipped cream&lt;br /&gt;3 x ice cubes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;put everything inside a kitchen blender and TADA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YUMMY BANANA MILKSHAKE! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;garnish with extra whipped cream if desired. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ITS DAMN NICE LAH. i'm enjoying mine now. hee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6492790-111545298518086061?l=urbantwilight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbantwilight.blogspot.com/feeds/111545298518086061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6492790&amp;postID=111545298518086061' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492790/posts/default/111545298518086061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492790/posts/default/111545298518086061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbantwilight.blogspot.com/2005/05/easy-banana-milkshake-1-x-medium-ripe.html' title=''/><author><name>urban[twilight]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00569346336439605360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492790.post-111540729329382230</id><published>2005-05-07T03:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-07T03:21:33.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i just blogged a one liner.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6492790-111540729329382230?l=urbantwilight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbantwilight.blogspot.com/feeds/111540729329382230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='html'>jack of all trades, a master of none.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess that's what i am. i'm not feeling low about myself but i just wished that sometimes i could've just been a little more better in a specific area. for example, my brothers, they were both good in their own ways. my eldest brother was excellent in art and designing, a big waste his talent is actually going to waste by serving the army because of his lack of qualifications, my elder brother is damn good academically, EM1 in primary school, went on to chinese high, then to hwa chong, then to NUS psych where he's never gotten off the dean's list since he started his first semester.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mean, i really don't know if i can be really good at something or not. perhaps i just haven't found it. i don't know lah. :D whatever it is, i hope i will be really good at something. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492790.post-111509203904601628</id><published>2005-05-03T11:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-03T11:47:19.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>nothing much happened lately. except that the fact that i've been working like some kind of mindless android (mavis ang ku kueh, 2005). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got to meet up with beni yesterday. it was our first meeting since she returned from cambodia can. i miss this auntie mun! as usual we just talked. and, ya, we went to to crystal jade xiao long bao at holland to eat! it wasn't very expensive. we had potstickers, shanghai xiao long bao, beijing pork dumplings and chilli oil beef ramen. all for 20 odd dollars only! i say not bad for 2 people since it really filled the both of us up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then she came over to work. bloody hell. she had 1 mango margarita and 1 strawberry margarity and i think 1/4 pint of kilkenny. :( the most i've ever had was 1/3 a mango magarita or a mug of tiger. @$$%#@ but anyhow, beni's starting her internship today. lucky girl. (: all the best muno! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh. and i met Sister felicia yesterday while buying dinner. it's been around 3-4 years since i've last seen her. she's going to the Phillipines to teach the kids for a year or two. i know she wouldn't be reading this, but she's one of the people whom i'm rather grateful to. she's made quite an impact in my spiritual life and i think she'd be very disappointed and heartbroken to see the state i am in now. Sister felicia, i thank you for the short few years you've mentored me as a cell leader. though you've stopped doing cells for some time, i hope that God will put you to great use during your trip in Phillipines to continue to make an impact changing young lives. God bless you and take care. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6492790-111509203904601628?l=urbantwilight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbantwilight.blogspot.com/feeds/111509203904601628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6492790&amp;postID=111509203904601628' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492790/posts/default/111509203904601628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492790/posts/default/111509203904601628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbantwilight.blogspot.com/2005/05/nothing-much-happened-lately.html' title=''/><author><name>urban[twilight]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00569346336439605360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492790.post-111480132907129617</id><published>2005-04-30T03:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-30T03:07:45.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok right. by now people should realise the fact that my girlfriend is the most gorgeous woman walking on earth (though she originates from mars, my home planet as well) to me and of course, many others. and...she has a friendster account.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and girls, all of you will understand that by having a frienster account, you will be subjected to 8,128,454,348 desperate, ugly guys out there trying to add you or look at your pictures and wank to them. my girlfriend is no exception. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's what happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Desperate Guy says:&lt;br /&gt;aloy here..dun mind adding u? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girlfriend replies:&lt;br /&gt;erm, i think you meant you don't mind adding me? but i do mind you adding me. oh wait, is that too confusing? how about, NO. don't add me.&lt;/em&gt; (i thought of this reply for her. ahahahah. she's not that mean. i am.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so you think he'd stop here. no. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Desperate Guy says:&lt;br /&gt;haha well.. how abt.. i add u and u dun mind of&lt;br /&gt;pressing that accept&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girlfriend replies:&lt;br /&gt;haha you don't get it, do you? i don't want to make any friends here.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apparently, this guy doesn't give up easily. and he's either proving to someone else that he can add a chick on his friendster account, or that he's a complete retard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Desperate Guy says:&lt;br /&gt;haha well.. how abt.. i add u and u dun mind of&lt;br /&gt;pressing that accept :)  des tt make and sence&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he's a complete retard. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH PEOPLE LIKE THAT ON FRIENDSTER? what good does it do with an additional chick in your account? omg i just don't get it. if you're trying to expand your social circle, friendster's not the way. if only you'd stop surfing friendster and go out and talk to some real people. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and, please, unless you're trying to pick up an ah lian or a girl with really no class, PLEASE TYPE IN PROPER ENGLISH. OR AT LEAST SHOW YOU'RE TRYING. its just such a turn off when you can't spell a word as simple as "sense" and you shouldn't be using that word since you have none of it at all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you're reading this, i doubt you'd understand anything that i just typed. please print this out and ask your english tutor to read and explain to you what i just said. thank you. if you're too poor, cancel your internet subscription and engage a tutor. thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm bitchy, i'm mean. unhappy? go shoot yourself. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6492790-111480132907129617?l=urbantwilight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbantwilight.blogspot.com/feeds/111480132907129617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6492790&amp;postID=111480132907129617' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492790/posts/default/111480132907129617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492790/posts/default/111480132907129617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbantwilight.blogspot.com/2005/04/ok-right.html' title=''/><author><name>urban[twilight]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00569346336439605360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492790.post-111478819230022136</id><published>2005-04-29T23:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-29T23:23:12.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm in T209. whoever's in it, please tag my board.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didn't buy anything from FOS because all of them look like crap. perhaps benita was right. FOS stood for full of shit. well at least for the guys section. at least for the girls, gwen and mavis each bought an item. yes, maybe i'm too fat, i need to get a 25 inch waist so i can fit into the cargoes there. the largest sized cargoes are like 29. wtf. so i was VERY THICK SKINNED. i tried one pair in size 29 and boy, i couldn't even zip it up halfway. i felt fat again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have no mood to blog because i'm sweating like a zebra. and no, i don't know if zebra sweats alot but i just needed a random animal to fill in the blanks and zebra happened to hit me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and because of that, i am now going to shower so i shall blog no more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6492790-111478819230022136?l=urbantwilight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbantwilight.blogspot.com/feeds/111478819230022136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6492790&amp;postID=111478819230022136' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492790/posts/default/111478819230022136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492790/posts/default/111478819230022136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbantwilight.blogspot.com/2005/04/im-in-t209.html' title=''/><author><name>urban[twilight]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00569346336439605360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492790.post-111475073035593613</id><published>2005-04-29T12:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-29T12:58:50.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok i've been rather busy lately. here's what happened two days ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as usual i had work at tango's so i knocked off at 1. but thanks to the fact that it was payday, everyone went to party so only the most loserish me took transport so i could go home and sleep. WHY? because freaking hell, i had to go back to school the next morning at 9am to play a game as part of the training for the FMS orientation. so i only had like about 4 hours of sleep after 1 full day of work. fabulous right. of course, i couldn't really wake up the next morning and i was 20 over minutes late for the thing. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i went on a wild goose hunt for the stuffs i needed to bake my apple crumble. all in all, i went to 5 supermarkets around my area and i could only find only 1 ingredient each from like 2 supermarkets. and i couldn't even find ground cinnamon powder. so i had to ground it from cinnamon STICKS to fine POWDER. all hail me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, time to shop at FOS while i deliver apple crumbles to gwen and mavis. I'M GONNA BUY CARGOES AND TEE-SHIRTS! (: BYEBYE! shall take pictures of my buys later. man, i'm feeling like a woman (whistles to shania twain)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6492790-111475073035593613?l=urbantwilight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbantwilight.blogspot.com/feeds/111475073035593613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6492790&amp;postID=111475073035593613' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492790/posts/default/111475073035593613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492790/posts/default/111475073035593613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbantwilight.blogspot.com/2005/04/ok-ive-been-rather-busy-lately.html' title=''/><author><name>urban[twilight]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00569346336439605360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492790.post-111468395738537422</id><published>2005-04-28T18:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-28T18:25:57.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;DELICIOUS APPLE CRUMBLE!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v74/xbroxu/apple.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yummy yum yum! nice soft, sweet and cinnamon spiced apples! OMG! damn tasty lah. and the crumble, so crumbly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FYI, i baked it myself k. and its not those one packet mixture you dump and mix. its FROM SCRATCH. anyway, if you can find a one packet mixture thing, tell me, i go buy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, here's the &lt;a href="http://www.gardenaction.co.uk/Recipes/recipe_apple-crumble.asp"&gt;RECIPE&lt;/a&gt; for those interested in baking. time to tuck in! YUMYUM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6492790-111468395738537422?l=urbantwilight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbantwilight.blogspot.com/feeds/111468395738537422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6492790&amp;postID=111468395738537422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492790/posts/default/111468395738537422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492790/posts/default/111468395738537422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbantwilight.blogspot.com/2005/04/delicious-apple-crumble-yummy-yum-yum.html' title=''/><author><name>urban[twilight]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00569346336439605360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492790.post-111458200536325370</id><published>2005-04-27T14:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-27T14:06:45.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okay. i'm really bored now. its been 2 hours since i woke up and i've done nothing except.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-surfing the web for recipes. namely apple crumble and new york cheesecake.&lt;br /&gt;-flipping thru the ikea catalogue which my brother ignored the huge sticker that says "Loan Catalogue. Please, return at the checkouts."&lt;br /&gt;-had a cup of meiji mixedberry yoghurt. &lt;br /&gt;-pranced around the house naked.&lt;br /&gt;-dreamed about getting paid two thousand buckaroos later at work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'M BORED. thus i've decide to bake an apple crumble. really soon. like probably tomorrow after the FMS orientation meeting. darn i need to open a new bank account to start saving up for the new york trip. i hope i'd be able to go. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. work later from 6-1. i think adeline's working. at least i'd have someone to chat with. bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6492790-111458200536325370?l=urbantwilight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbantwilight.blogspot.com/feeds/111458200536325370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6492790&amp;postID=111458200536325370' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492790/posts/default/111458200536325370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492790/posts/default/111458200536325370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbantwilight.blogspot.com/2005/04/okay.html' title=''/><author><name>urban[twilight]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00569346336439605360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492790.post-111451266286420633</id><published>2005-04-26T18:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-26T18:51:02.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok. now's the time to blog about really mundane stuffs again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so today i basically stayed at home all day long except for 20 minutes which i spent in the nearby watsons looking at Neutrogena's AHA treatment cream, NTUC for cheap wines. LOL. was rather tempted to get a bottle of sauvignon blanc but i just remembered i have $38.51 left in my account and i have no proper wine glasses. so i went to grab a can of coke light w/lemon instead and went to buy fishball noodles with EXTRA EXTRA CHILLI. wah DAMN NICE. and cheap. (: and i had some coins so i bought a fried chicken wing as well. then i came home, watched abit of tv, played gunbound with fish. and watched some tv again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this post shall end here because i'm so jealous of gwen who got to visit the new FOS store in holland today. fret not, bargain hunter lin xuanbin will storm the classified location with wads of $2 dollar notes and buy over the whole store. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i told you, i was blogging about mundane stuff. BYEBYE. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6492790-111451266286420633?l=urbantwilight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbantwilight.blogspot.com/feeds/111451266286420633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6492790&amp;postID=111451266286420633' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492790/posts/default/111451266286420633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492790/posts/default/111451266286420633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbantwilight.blogspot.com/2005/04/ok.html' title=''/><author><name>urban[twilight]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00569346336439605360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492790.post-111427622721535029</id><published>2005-04-24T01:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-24T01:10:27.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>married life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it just hit me today on the bus that i would probably be one of those people who will love being married to someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see, although many men would call it the point of no return, i see marriage differently. it's going to be beautiful, it's going to be wonderful. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everybody needs some kind of security in their lives. i'm no exception. as unmanly as it sounds, men do need someone to cuddle up to when things aren't going their way. we need our other half to hold our hands and tell us everything will be alright. we're human afterall, right? we need someone to support us through the toughest times, stand by us amidst uncertainty, someone to count on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to feel secure, i guess we need two contributing factors: trust&amp;loyalty. in my opinion these two have to come hand-in-hand. without trust, i guess loyalty would be rather difficult to attain and vice versa. if there isn't trust, why do you pledge loyalty to someone when won't know if he/she will do the same? and likewise, how would you be able to trust someone who isn't loyal? of course, i'm just putting all these in simple terms because such things are difficult to comprehend and grasp. furthermore there is no definite right or wrong when it comes to how a person feels. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't seem to find any reason why i wouldn't love being married to someone. i definitely won't mind being served breakfast in bed, or to serve breakfast in bed. neither would i complain that i would have someone to be there for me and to be there with me for the rest of my life. ahh, i'm getting excited already! but, i'm too young to get married at this age lah. wouldn't take such a risk now. besides, i have no money to give her a decent wedding. oh well, it'd come when the time is right. furthermore, i guess it doesn't matter when it'd happen. it's just who. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i guess when i'm married, i wouldn't worry about cheating on my wife, or her cheating on me. because i believe that if she's the one, she'd be enough for me. and vice versa. (: if she's not, then i'd only have myself to blame for poor judgement. but i guess i'd trust in marriage and remarry again. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then again, i haven't been thru marriage, i wouldn't know how it feels like. probably as time passes, i'd think all these that i've just said are all just bullshit. i hope not though. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6492790-111427622721535029?l=urbantwilight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbantwilight.blogspot.com/feeds/111427622721535029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6492790&amp;postID=111427622721535029' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492790/posts/default/111427622721535029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492790/posts/default/111427622721535029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbantwilight.blogspot.com/2005/04/married-life-it-just-hit-me-today-on.html' title=''/><author><name>urban[twilight]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00569346336439605360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492790.post-111414898604549652</id><published>2005-04-22T13:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-22T13:49:46.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sick of hawker food? is fast food too unhealthy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOOD NEWS! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just tune in to &lt;strong&gt;Kitchen Magic&lt;/strong&gt;, we'd teach you how to spice up your life with new and interesting recipes that are so easy to do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today, we will teach you how to make home-made spaghetti!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ingredients needed:&lt;br /&gt;3 x cooked prawns, shelled.&lt;br /&gt;2 x imitation crab sticks, chopped into half.&lt;br /&gt;1 x chicken franks, chopped into 4 parts. (chicken franks for our halal friends)&lt;br /&gt;1 3/4 cups of ready made pasta sauce of your preference. (i picked first choice because it was the only one available at home, thus, it was my first choice. but please use prego if you're not as lazy as me to go and shop.)&lt;br /&gt;1 x small dish of frozen bacon bits, can be bought from cold storage.&lt;br /&gt;60gms of spaghetti, about 1/8 of a package of a 500gm spaghetti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v74/xbroxu/ingredients.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Directions:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. i'm too lazy to go into step by step instructions. so... just boil alot of water, enough to fully submerge your pasta, and add salt when the water boils. take note not to break the pasta. this is a very common mistake! i don't think you would want to eat your pasta with a spoon right! so, instead, submerge at least 1/2 to 3/4 of your sticks of pasta into the water, then slowly bend the pasta and slide it around and into your pot so all of them will be submerged nicely. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then then then, after 8-10 minutes, pick up one strand of pasta and bite into it. see if you like it softer, or more rubbery. personally i like mine soft. so i'd let it boil for a slightly longer time. but please, don't boil too much. later become one pile of mush on your plate when you toss your pasta with the sauce then i don't know ok. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. then drain the pasta, and put it on a plate. if you like, you can drizzle a generous amount of olive oil (if you have), otherwise, just leave it like that. cooking oil is kinda gross on pasta. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then you proceed to cook your sauce! be sure to put in your sauce into the pot before you put it on the stove. otherwise when the pot heats up, then you dump your sauce, the sauce will become CHAO TA. in other words, burnt. then your whole sauce will turn bitter and spoil the whole taste of your pasta. so, please, put in the sauce before you turn on the stove. and, please use a very very small and gentle flame and keep stirring it with a spoon otherwise it will burn. when it's slightly bubbling, throw in all the prawns, imitation crab sticks, and chicken franks. cook for a few minutes and then.... TA DA! DUMP IT ALL ONTO THE SPAGHETTI!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok so now, you can take a small dish of bacon bits, then use a microwave oven put it on HIGH setting for 1 minutes 30 seconds. when it's done, sprinkle it onto your pasta and VOILA! DONE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v74/xbroxu/spag.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Serving Suggestions:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for those who like cheese, (LIKE ME!) you can take a slice of cheese and cut, or peel into small squares and sprinkle on top of the pasta. when you toss it, it will melt nicely into the pasta sauce and everything. but for this photo, i cheated. i put the whole plate of pasta into the microwave again so it'd melt nicely. HAHAHA. so yup, BEHOLD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v74/xbroxu/spag-cheese.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BON APETIT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6492790-111414898604549652?l=urbantwilight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbantwilight.blogspot.com/feeds/111414898604549652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6492790&amp;postID=111414898604549652' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492790/posts/default/111414898604549652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492790/posts/default/111414898604549652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbantwilight.blogspot.com/2005/04/sick-of-hawker-food-is-fast-food-too.html' title=''/><author><name>urban[twilight]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00569346336439605360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492790.post-111404649951628783</id><published>2005-04-21T09:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-21T09:21:39.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>alright.... the results are out AGAIN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v74/xbroxu/results-sem2.gif" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yea. if you compare last sem's results, i did rather badly for this one. my GPA dropped from 3.33 to 2.667. somebody comfort me. but i'm very glad i didn't fail any modules. whew. anyway, i thought it could get worse. wished i put in just this little more in speechcomm and locvid. could have gotten an A. :( &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, NEVERMIND. shall spend the day with the girlfriend. (: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYEBYE PEOPLE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6492790-111404649951628783?l=urbantwilight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbantwilight.blogspot.com/feeds/111404649951628783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6492790&amp;postID=111404649951628783' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492790/posts/default/111404649951628783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492790/posts/default/111404649951628783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbantwilight.blogspot.com/2005/04/alright_21.html' title=''/><author><name>urban[twilight]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00569346336439605360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492790.post-111400140178115974</id><published>2005-04-20T20:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-20T20:50:01.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HELLLOOOOOOOOOOO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's been pretty long since i blogged. okay, maybe not long but a few days. perhaps because life has been so uneventful i really have nothing else to blog about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so today, my dearest readers, i shall bore you people by blogging like a secondary school girl and describe my entire day to you all. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it started off with waking up 10.30am and leaving house by 11.10am. you ask, how is this possible! in 40 minutes and you got out of the house?! yes. i couldn't believe it myself too! somehow, i managed to bathe, poopoo, and wax (although i use cheapo good look mud now) my hair in 40 minutes! hurrah. i rock. ok but that's not the whole point. i was supposed to go to jurong east mrt to meet arpee's vocalist aka EVELYN CHOO at 12 noon. (: guess what? i reached at 11.40 (wtf right) and she reached at 12.30 (even more wtf) but no, i wasn't pissed. i'm used to waiting. that's all. but weirdly, patience is something i have when i'm around with my friends, but not with my family. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so me, juan, jem and evelyn went down to changi airport to fetch..... BENITATA YOUNG! yes. we saw her from the other side of the glass panels of the arrival hall. then we saw a familiar figure carrying her luggage off the conveyor belt in her trademark auntie-like manner. IT WAS BENITA! so cute lah. AHHAHA. i saw the way she carried her bag and i told myself it has got to be her! :P &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes. so we meet benitata mum and bro. (: but beni had to go, of course lah. the mum and bro were there mah. so we went to burger king where we had the meals. DAMN FILLING LAH. i skipped dinner because i could still the whopper and chicken tenders in my tummy.yumyum. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so there, i'm too lazy to blog about the rest of the day. bout my virgin visit to peninsula plaza. SO GOODBYE. will update tomorrow or something. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to beni: GLAD YOU'RE BACK. we need to MSC soon! we missed you! get loads of rest k. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6492790-111400140178115974?l=urbantwilight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbantwilight.blogspot.com/feeds/111400140178115974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6492790&amp;postID=111400140178115974' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492790/posts/default/111400140178115974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492790/posts/default/111400140178115974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbantwilight.blogspot.com/2005/04/helllooooooooooo.html' title=''/><author><name>urban[twilight]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00569346336439605360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492790.post-111371057909902098</id><published>2005-04-17T12:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-17T12:02:59.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i haven't been able to sleep, needless to say sleep well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;every night i lie on my bed, i try to sleep but i end up tossing and turning for 1-2 hours before i sleep. somehow there's this feeling of anxiety within me that stops me from being able to relax and fall asleep. i get very very very frustrated. i mean, it sucks to go to bed at 2, and then only fall asleep at 5. it stinks lah. especially when the next day you need to work or something. tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ugh. and i've been dreaming alot. maybe there's alot of underlying stress or issues i have to take care of. BUT WHAT? i don't know lah. irritating insomnia bullcrap. NGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm so tired. so very tired. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6492790-111371057909902098?l=urbantwilight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbantwilight.blogspot.com/feeds/111371057909902098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6492790&amp;postID=111371057909902098' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492790/posts/default/111371057909902098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492790/posts/default/111371057909902098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbantwilight.blogspot.com/2005/04/i-havent-been-able-to-sleep-needless.html' title=''/><author><name>urban[twilight]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00569346336439605360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492790.post-111354908381116138</id><published>2005-04-15T15:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-15T15:11:23.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok i've been dreaming so much lately, i think i should blog about it, like how adeline keeps her dream diary. as the name suggests, she records whatever she dreams about in this small little book which she keeps beside her bed so she can write it all down as soon as she wakes up. HAHAHA. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;***&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dream No.1!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dreamt that i was by the beach, with two friends who have left for australia. both of which were my favourite people who crapped and talked loads of shit with in secondary school. i dreamt that me, kenneth and zen were all sitting in Tango's, by the beach, and we ordered tango's wings, pizza and zen had spaghetti. i even remembered if zen asked me if i was paying and i told him we'd divide equally and he gasped and said "HUH?!" i think he didn't had enough money or thought i was gonna treat him. lol. so typical of him. then there was this caucasian lady who was sitting by the beach, smiling at me. she looked exactly like the female customer who got slightly tipsy that day at Tango's. then i remembered walking over to talk to the lady who smiled at me. hurhur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;***&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dream No.2!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay this is rather gross. park two fingers on the keys 'alt' and 'f4' so at least when you get grossed out you'd close the window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it started with an insect bite. it was a fly. not too big, not small either. after the insect bit me and flew away, my arm started to swell. it was as though something was growing rapidly and feeding on the flesh of my arm. as it grew bigger, my skin began to feel tighter, and i started to feel pain. then, the buldge started moving, slow at first, then it gained speed and i felt the excruciating pain that it was causing. my heart raced. the buldge then raced towards the tip of my fingers. luckily i was quick enough to stop it by squeezing my wrists with my other hand. it was persistent. my skin tore. and this ugly big and fat worm burrowed out of my skin. i was terribly horrified.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i woke up. with my heart still palpitating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;***&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*gasp* i shall now listen to jazz to calm myself down. doris day, here i come! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6492790-111354908381116138?l=urbantwilight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbantwilight.blogspot.com/feeds/111354908381116138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6492790&amp;postID=111354908381116138' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492790/posts/default/111354908381116138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492790/posts/default/111354908381116138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbantwilight.blogspot.com/2005/04/ok-ive-been-dreaming-so-much-lately-i.html' title=''/><author><name>urban[twilight]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00569346336439605360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492790.post-111354645883563244</id><published>2005-04-15T14:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-15T14:27:38.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i've fallen in love again. with two pretty ladies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NORAH JONES AND RENEE OLSTEAD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they rock my earbuds lah okay. here's my choice listen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;***&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Renee Olstead - A Love That Will Last&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want a little something more&lt;br /&gt;Don't want the middle or the one before&lt;br /&gt;I don't desire a complicated past&lt;br /&gt;I want a love that will last&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say that you love&lt;br /&gt;Say im the one&lt;br /&gt;Don't kiss and hug me and then try to run&lt;br /&gt;I don't do drama &lt;br /&gt;My tears don't fall fast&lt;br /&gt;I want a love that will last&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;I don't want a just a memory&lt;br /&gt;Gives me forever&lt;br /&gt;Don't even think about saying good-bye&lt;br /&gt;Cuz i want just one love to be enough&lt;br /&gt;And remain in my heart till i die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So call me romantic &lt;br /&gt;Oh i guess that must be so&lt;br /&gt;Theres something more that you oughta know&lt;br /&gt;I'll never leave you&lt;br /&gt;So don't even ask&lt;br /&gt;I want a love that will last&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forever&lt;br /&gt;I want a love that will last&lt;br /&gt;I want a love that will last&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;I don't want a just a memory&lt;br /&gt;Gives me forever&lt;br /&gt;Don't even think about saying good-bye&lt;br /&gt;Cuz i want just one love to be enough&lt;br /&gt;And remain in my heart till i die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So theres little more that i need&lt;br /&gt;I wanna share all the air you breathe&lt;br /&gt;I'm not the kinda girl to complicate the past&lt;br /&gt;I want a love that will last&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forever&lt;br /&gt;I want a love the love that last&lt;br /&gt;Always &lt;br /&gt;I just want a love that will last&lt;br /&gt;Want a love that will last&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;***&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;QUICK GO DOWNLOAD! or get it from me. renee's damn good. she's only 16!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6492790-111354645883563244?l=urbantwilight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbantwilight.blogspot.com/feeds/111354645883563244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6492790&amp;postID=111354645883563244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492790/posts/default/111354645883563244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492790/posts/default/111354645883563244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbantwilight.blogspot.com/2005/04/ive-fallen-in-love-again.html' title=''/><author><name>urban[twilight]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00569346336439605360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492790.post-111338944422522633</id><published>2005-04-13T18:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-13T18:50:44.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>lol. this is damn simple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;A HREF="http://www.quizyourfriends.com/yourquiz_IM.php?quizname=050413064953-851807"&gt;Take my Quiz!&lt;/A&gt; and then &lt;A HREF="http://www.quizyourfriends.com/scoreboard.php?quizname=050413064953-851807"&gt;Check out the Scoreboard!&lt;/A&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6492790-111338944422522633?l=urbantwilight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbantwilight.blogspot.com/feeds/111338944422522633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6492790&amp;postID=111338944422522633' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492790/posts/default/111338944422522633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492790/posts/default/111338944422522633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbantwilight.blogspot.com/2005/04/lol.html' title=''/><author><name>urban[twilight]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00569346336439605360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492790.post-111323781259644210</id><published>2005-04-12T00:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-12T00:43:32.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>chin asked me how to pronounce my chinese name yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's been some time people actually took real interest in my chinese name. most people just asked what the initials XB stood for and full stop. seldom do people ask about the chinese characters and the correct pronunciation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people think i don't like my chinese name. i used to. when i was so much younger. then i grew to like it. because it was really unique. and it sounded nice. on top of all that, it has a real nice meaning behind it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v74/xbroxu/xuanbin.gif" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the word 'xuan' actually means luxurious in chinese if loosely translated. mom wants me to live a luxurious life, or maybe she's hinting me to provide one for her. which of course in both ways, it'd be a good thing. (: and 'bin' which is a common character for all of my brothers' names, is made up of two characters, 'wen' and 'wu' which means literary and martial arts. mum hopes all of us would be well versed/learned and also at the same time be skilled in martial arts. of which, i think only my 2nd brother fufills both criteria lol. but let's talk about him another day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm proud of my chinese name. but its too difficult for people from different ethnic races to pronounce. so i just go by the initials xb to make things easier for everybody. and also people will remember me better what. right? (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6492790-111323781259644210?l=urbantwilight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbantwilight.blogspot.com/feeds/111323781259644210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6492790&amp;postID=111323781259644210' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492790/posts/default/111323781259644210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492790/posts/default/111323781259644210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbantwilight.blogspot.com/2005/04/chin-asked-me-how-to-pronounce-my.html' title=''/><author><name>urban[twilight]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00569346336439605360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492790.post-111319744238527520</id><published>2005-04-11T13:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-11T13:30:42.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Switchfoot - Always Something&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Theres always something in the way.&lt;br /&gt;Theres always something gettting through.&lt;br /&gt;Its not me, its You. Its You.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes ignorance reads true.&lt;br /&gt;hope is not in what i know.&lt;br /&gt;its not in me, its in You.&lt;br /&gt;Its in You.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its all i know. &lt;br /&gt;Its all i know.&lt;br /&gt;Its all i know. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i find peace when im confused.&lt;br /&gt;i find hope when im let down.&lt;br /&gt;not in me, in You.&lt;br /&gt;its in You.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope to lose myself for good.&lt;br /&gt;i hope to find it in the end.&lt;br /&gt;not in me, in You.&lt;br /&gt;In You.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its all i know. Its all i know. Its all i know.&lt;br /&gt;In You. in You. Its in You. In You.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Theres always something in the way.&lt;br /&gt;Theres always something getting through.&lt;br /&gt;Its not me. Its You. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its You.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6492790-111319744238527520?l=urbantwilight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbantwilight.blogspot.com/feeds/111319744238527520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6492790&amp;postID=111319744238527520' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492790/posts/default/111319744238527520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492790/posts/default/111319744238527520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbantwilight.blogspot.com/2005/04/switchfoot-always-something-theres.html' title=''/><author><name>urban[twilight]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00569346336439605360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492790.post-111319663222010731</id><published>2005-04-11T13:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-11T13:17:12.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>spent the morning reading about wines, wine tasting, food pairing bla bla. got nothing in but time passed pretty quickly. i'm quite tempted to get a bottle of Pinot Noir or Muscat to taste. :P they're all fruity wines. red and white respectively. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boo. but i don't have any wine glasses and wine chiller. i don't think i even have a corkscrew to open a bottle of wine! tsk. oh well, i'd stop here before people think i'm trying too hard to act high class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well, shall go grocery shopping at the nearby NTUC and look at some wines and look for crown lager. wee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6492790-111319663222010731?l=urbantwilight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbantwilight.blogspot.com/feeds/111319663222010731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6492790&amp;postID=111319663222010731' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492790/posts/default/111319663222010731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492790/posts/default/111319663222010731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbantwilight.blogspot.com/2005/04/spent-morning-reading-about-wines-wine.html' title=''/><author><name>urban[twilight]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00569346336439605360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492790.post-111315301048693224</id><published>2005-04-11T01:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-11T01:10:10.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>work was pretty cool today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gary joked with me about how this female customer and him would get along so well because they both like alot of mustard on their sausages. lol. and andy recycled his stupid joke and told it to everyone. haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;didn't cock up much except for one food order. they ordered two sides and two main courses. for four people. naturally i thought it'd be better to serve the sides and then the mains. so that's how i got corrected. the customer complained why the two main courses weren't served yet. grr. can't you just wait a little?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, today i tried some tango's food. lol. seafood soup, mango margarita, lime margarita, hoegaarden some calamari. yummy yum. i still love tango's wings the best though. shit. all these foods are making me hungry. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm beginning to enjoy a little at work now that i've learnt more things and cock up less. i guess maybe what adeline said will be right, everyone who worked at tango's will grow attached to that place. hurhur. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well, now i'm gonna direct all my attention to beating gwen at minesweeper flags. grrr. i finally won a game last night. it was darned close.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till then guys, ciao!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6492790-111315301048693224?l=urbantwilight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbantwilight.blogspot.com/feeds/111315301048693224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6492790&amp;postID=111315301048693224' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492790/posts/default/111315301048693224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492790/posts/default/111315301048693224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbantwilight.blogspot.com/2005/04/work-was-pretty-cool-today.html' title=''/><author><name>urban[twilight]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00569346336439605360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492790.post-111298003767077217</id><published>2005-04-09T01:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-09T01:07:17.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>alright. i'm blogging because the girlfriend wants to embarrass me and announce to the whole world that.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a dog tried to lick my ass at work today.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes. a dog. a dog is as tall as a waist of a 1.8m tall adult. freaking scary. the dog came to tango's and all the waiter's were like... OMGWTFBBQ. huge dog. yes. before that it kept barking darned loudly at wala wala, maybe the owners got chased out from there and came to tango's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i was topping up the water for the dog's owners and..... the dog stood up and went over to lick my ass. yes. specifically the ass crack. TSK. i got sexually violated by a dog. omg. so bestiality. *GASP*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and, my knees are aching. i hope everything goes well tomorrow. getting less scolding at work already. but hell, if not for the money, i'd rather stay at home and slack. ok that was a very stupid statement. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. i'm trying to beat gwen at minesweeper flags now. so, until next time, SEE YA ALL PALS. (evelyn choo, 2005)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6492790-111298003767077217?l=urbantwilight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbantwilight.blogspot.com/feeds/111298003767077217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6492790&amp;postID=111298003767077217' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492790/posts/default/111298003767077217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492790/posts/default/111298003767077217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbantwilight.blogspot.com/2005/04/alright.html' title=''/><author><name>urban[twilight]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00569346336439605360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492790.post-111284566277536841</id><published>2005-04-07T11:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-07T11:53:28.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hmm. i was just reading fish's blog about the post on his funky dad who swears and cracks pun jokes in front of him, and i thought of my own dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just realised how much i really resemble my own dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;although since young we haven't spent really much time together, i find myself becoming more and more like him while i'm growing up. it makes me smile because i find it really darned cute. we are actually really quite alike although i spent a large portion of my childhood with my mom who was my kindergarten teacher. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;-dad and i, when we get mad, we'd just completely shut off, AND GO TO BED VERY EARLY. so when i see my dad sleeping early, it's either he's really tired, or he's just pissed over work or some small argument with my mom. well, it's always the latter because i've never seen the former. LOL. same goes to me lah. (: because if i'm really tired i never get to sleep early. that's all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-and we need to be appreciated for the food that we cook for our family. if you criticise his cooking, he'd get moody and jump to his own defence. SAME HERE. once i cooked for my mom and bro, they complained this was too salty, that was too sweet. whatever. i just got very moody, i finished dinner in 5 minutes and i went to watch tv. in my family, only my dad and i are like that. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-WE BOTH LOVE TO EAT FRIED CHICKEN VERY VERY MUCH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-dad never learns how to save. i never learn how not to stop spending.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-dad goes to supermarkets to compare prices. so do i. to save 20-30 cents, we'd always be happy to go to another supermarket even if it means we'd have to take a bus, which really defeats the purpose of bargain hunting since the bus fare will be more than 20-30 cents. lol. and usually, we end up in Giant in IMM when we'd buy so much stuff we'd have to take a cab home. which will add $3.70 to the transport expenditure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-dad has a pot belly. :D i suck mine in. HAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-i actually look like my dad ALOT. since young all of his colleagues and friends have been saying.. "this one confirm raymond's son lah" yea no doubt. why? because they see the resemblance in the size. other than that, everything else is also actually very much the same. i'm quite a carbon copy of my dad. even the cheesy smile. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-he takes 20 minutes to crap in the toilet. i take 5 more minutes every 5 years. so by the time i'm 23 i should be taking the same time as he needs to crap. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-he has hairy legs and strong forearms and biceps. i only inherited the former. :/&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO CUTE RIGHT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my dad and i. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6492790-111284566277536841?l=urbantwilight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbantwilight.blogspot.com/feeds/111284566277536841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6492790&amp;postID=111284566277536841' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492790/posts/default/111284566277536841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492790/posts/default/111284566277536841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbantwilight.blogspot.com/2005/04/hmm.html' title=''/><author><name>urban[twilight]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00569346336439605360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492790.post-111284194082737890</id><published>2005-04-07T10:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-07T10:45:40.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>UGH. this morning i got rudely awoken by my brother's stupid alarm clock that needs to be fixed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the alarm clock sounds like this.. "beepbeepbeepbeep. beepbe......." yes it goes out halfway and then a split second later it goes.. "beepbeepbe..." again. WTF. DAMN ANNOYING LAH. the best part, no one else is at home except me. which means i had no choice but to crawl out of the bed to turn off the frickin alarm clock which is showing 7.58am instead of 10.40am. GAH. so annoying. stupid brother should've at least switched off his bloody alarm clock before he went to school lahhhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday's work was pretty okay. except that it was FRICKIN BUSY. some uwcsea function. its for a fundraising activity for the tsunami education fund by cycling 1500km! damn far lah. LOADS of angmohs. it was full house last night. busy like mad. and surprisingly i didn't screw up any shit. i should pat myself on the back for such an achievement. hurrah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and it got so busy last night, adeline offered to share a drink. and guess what. we did. and the best part? SHE CONTRACTED A FLU FROM PRIYA! die lah i hope i don't get flu. i hate being sick. screwscrewscrew. i shall soak myself in vitamin C to kill all possible traces of the virus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes. breakfast will be hotdogs, eggs, ham and baked beans. I WISH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tsk. it's gonna be plain old boring bread. and my parents are gonna say... "BOY AH! be grateful you got something to eat okay. those children in africa ah.........." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeeeesssssssssssssss mom.  :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hum dum dee dum. i'm working through the weekends. somebody saveeeeeeeee meeeeeee. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6492790-111284194082737890?l=urbantwilight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbantwilight.blogspot.com/feeds/111284194082737890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6492790&amp;postID=111284194082737890' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492790/posts/default/111284194082737890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492790/posts/default/111284194082737890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbantwilight.blogspot.com/2005/04/ugh.html' title=''/><author><name>urban[twilight]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00569346336439605360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492790.post-111271491636078439</id><published>2005-04-05T23:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-05T23:28:36.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>whew. TODAY WAS A BLAST! (okay i really need to expand my vocab.) unlike yesterday, today was really blast. lol like honestly. (oh so bimbo!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay! first of all, i woke up at 8.30am so i could wake up and have breakfast with the cutest girl in the entire universe, gwen lee. but i decided since i'm waking her up at 9am (she asked for morning call), i might as well wake up later. so i did. and i managed to pull myself out of bed 30 minutes after the alarm first rang. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i went to wash up, meanwhile i was calling gwen.. while i was making breakfast, i was calling gwen... even when i crapped, i was reading the newspaper on one hand, and calling her on the other. i'm a hardworking boyfriend i know. then i got so bored and fedup i stopped calling her and went to bathe and decided to call her while i was on the way to meet her near her place. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GUESS WHAT. she woke up at 10.15am. glam. she finally picked up when i called her at my place's bus stop. she had 28 missed calls. from me. (: glam right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but oh well, we went to toa payoh and we had good ba chor mee. my hunger was satisfied. haha. woohoo. then we both headed to town, where she shopped in zara. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lalala. then she left to meet her friend. and i went to meet charbee&amp;co!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;***&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k i was kinda sad that JULES&amp;MAVIS didn't meet us. wtf. i was damn bloody disappointed. but oh well, me, priya, nurul and ade had some great fun together. cracking stupid jokes and shopping for underwear. LOL. nurul my long john buddy had a good time eating the hot&amp;spicy chicken. omg. damn nice lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH I HAD A HAIRCUT! from klearcut. quite short. i like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love charbee&amp;co. (and DKNY Be Delicious!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;***&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm blogging about mundane things happening in my life. i look back and i think it's darned stupid. gross lah. i'm blogging like a girl. eww. nothing against girls. but i'm kinda filled with disgust now. i'm high today, so ignore whatever i'm saying. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;***&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;OMG I'M DAMN GROSS.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there. told you i was high. but i'm gonna continue blogging about mundane things. okay here's my shopping list to be completed before school starts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 x tees (more the merrier)&lt;br /&gt;1 x wrangler jeans + washing at Barry's&lt;br /&gt;1 x shorts&lt;br /&gt;1 x cargoes (either this or wrangler)&lt;br /&gt;1 x DKNY's Be Delicious/Hermes don't-know-what/United Colours of Benetton's Disco Inferno (damn &lt;em&gt;beng&lt;/em&gt; lah the name)/Paul Smith's Extreme/Emernegildo Zegna don't-know-what (of course, either one only lah.)&lt;br /&gt;1 x leather cuff&lt;br /&gt;more boxers&lt;br /&gt;1 x sling bag&lt;br /&gt;1 x sneakers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;crap. i'm gonna blow a fortune on this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i'm really blogging like a girl. someone shoot me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GROSS. i'm signing off now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6492790-111271491636078439?l=urbantwilight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbantwilight.blogspot.com/feeds/111271491636078439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6492790&amp;postID=111271491636078439' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492790/posts/default/111271491636078439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492790/posts/default/111271491636078439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbantwilight.blogspot.com/2005/04/whew.html' title=''/><author><name>urban[twilight]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00569346336439605360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492790.post-111260173813216657</id><published>2005-04-04T15:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-04T16:03:42.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WOOHOO. today's gonna be a gooood day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the weather is bloody comfy. i think it rained like nehnehs and was darned cold because i remembered seeing my brother in his jacket with my sleepy eyes and i woke up with all the windows closed except for the kitchen ones and it was still VERY COOL. and i woke up at 3. damn shiok lah. been long since i've slept so much. stupid work. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, another reason why today's gonna be a blast, i had so much food within 45 minutes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. 2 x pineapple tarts&lt;br /&gt;2. 1 x meepok dry with LOADS OF CHILLI&lt;br /&gt;3. 1 x yong tau fu soup&lt;br /&gt;4. 3 x biscuits slapped with durian cream in between&lt;br /&gt;5. 1 x tau huey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAWHAWHAW!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;***&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v74/xbroxu/charbeeco.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to charbee's&amp;co, I MISS YOU PEEPS LOADS. glad we're going out tomorrow. but mavis ang ku kueh will be MIA because she has to cha cha cha at holland v. you will be greatly missed :( we will dedicate the entire day of fun at jules' new place and parkway parade to you okay. and to make you feel worse, we will update all our blogs with loads of pictures and be forced to superimpose your face onto them. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay peeps, SEE YOU GUYS TOMORROW! (: can't wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;***&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;to someone:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, whether or not you want him to receive it is your choice. it's still in safe hands. tell me and i'd do it for you. i've seen it. and personally i would want him to see it as well. so yeap. its your choice.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6492790-111260173813216657?l=urbantwilight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbantwilight.blogspot.com/feeds/111260173813216657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6492790&amp;postID=111260173813216657' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492790/posts/default/111260173813216657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492790/posts/default/111260173813216657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbantwilight.blogspot.com/2005/04/woohoo.html' title=''/><author><name>urban[twilight]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00569346336439605360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492790.post-111242256261840002</id><published>2005-04-02T13:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-02T14:20:04.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table border='0' cellpadding='5' cellspacing='0'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img src='http://images.quizfarm.com/1105209619rmi intrapersonal.jpg'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table&gt;&lt;td&gt; You scored as &lt;b&gt;Intrapersonal&lt;/b&gt;. You prefer your own inner world, you like to be alone, and you are aware of your own strengths, weaknesses, and feelings. You learn best by engaging in independent study projects rather than working on group projects. People like you include entrepreneurs, philosophers and psychologists.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;table border='0' width='300' cellspacing='0' cellpadding='0'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Intrapersonal&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='75' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;75%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Interpersonal&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='68' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;68%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Bodily/Kinesthetic&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='64' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;64%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Verbal/Linguistic&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='64' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;64%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Visual/Spatial&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='57' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;57%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Logical/Mathematical&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='54' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;54%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Musical/Rhythmic&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='39' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;39%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href='http://quizfarm.com/test.php?q_id=1343'&gt;The Rogers Indicator of Multiple Intelligences&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;created with &lt;a href='http://quizfarm.com'&gt;QuizFarm.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cool. actually i find the middle section bleeding accurate. i prefer independent study projects A HELL LOT. because....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. you don't need to wake up early to meet your group mates&lt;br /&gt;2. you can do things at your own pace&lt;br /&gt;3. you decide what you do and you're responsible for every detail of the project&lt;br /&gt;4. you learn more because you're engaged in all aspects of the project&lt;br /&gt;5. you don't have to put up with group mates who are demanding, slacking, or simply just unreasonable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hwah. the perks of working with yourself. gosh. its true. i'm intrapersonal. *gasp in wide-eyed horror* but what's so bad about that? no idea. too lazy to think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;***&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yea. i'm actually here to tell somebody something. hmm. i doubt he'd read my blog but if he does, good for him. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its been a long time since you've decided to actually get serious with one of your "girlfriends". i'm actually happy for you that you've realised that all these "girlfriends" are nothing at the end of the day. i'm happy for you that you're going to be "tied down" by someone. since your first love, you've always tried to find love. now you've found someone you'd love, but apparently it seems to me that she doesn't love you. well, all i can say is, dude, press on, love will find a way. don't give up so easily. i know you're very upset lately over this issue, i've never seen you so down before. but please, be strong. i'm not the best person to seek advice from, but i'd be there for you just like how you've always been there for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;take care, bro. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;***&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright. enough of getting emo, now i'm really sick of the idea of going to work. but well, look on the bright side! i don't have to do opening today! THANK GOD. i dread opening lah. did it twice. makes me sick. i hope everyone would just stay home and sleep today. please do not come to tango's because your bed's far too comfortable for you to get out and get some drinks served by me. PLEASE STAY AT HOME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:( i really wanna stay at home lah. the weather's perfect for sleeping in. i slept in till 12.30 until my bro had his haircut and bought lunch home. fish soup for lunch. it rocks my balls. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;***&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, and msc last night, nice lah. i pocketed 4 or 5 balls in a row while teaming up with juan against pool/snooker extraordinaire benita. i swear it was &lt;em&gt;tyco&lt;/em&gt; ok. i'm no pool genius. fish&amp;co + gwen can vouch that. afterall, i lost 4 out of 6 games to gwen and it was her second time playing pool. yeap. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH. AND I JAMMED FOR THE FIRST TIME IN MY LIFE AT ALVRON. alvron took my virginity away. yeap. you must be wondering what the shit am i doing in a jamming studio. well, i was messing around with the keyboards and the stupid effects it could do. hahahaha. i spent most of my time clowning around and laughing to myself and then listening to eve, juan, jem and beni jamming. niceeeee lah! (: was pretty fun la. heh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6492790-111242256261840002?l=urbantwilight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbantwilight.blogspot.com/feeds/111242256261840002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6492790&amp;postID=111242256261840002' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492790/posts/default/111242256261840002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492790/posts/default/111242256261840002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbantwilight.blogspot.com/2005/04/you-scored-as-intrapersonal.html' title=''/><author><name>urban[twilight]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00569346336439605360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492790.post-111220277600166691</id><published>2005-03-31T01:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-31T01:12:56.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my girlfriend's the coolest and glammest thing ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jinx'd says, BE COOL. says:&lt;br /&gt;Girl gw3n and Boi xB&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of course, what i didn't include was the part when she typed "GROSS LAH!". and just in case you think my she has nothing else better to do, we were just making fun of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos.friendster.com/photos/29/99/3539992/10591727146441l.jpg" width="400" height="330"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm being really mean but, hey, i'm entitled to my own comments. :D anyway, for a good laugh, there's more over here. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.friendster.com/viewphotos.php?uid=3539992&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAVE FUN!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6492790-111220277600166691?l=urbantwilight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbantwilight.blogspot.com/feeds/111220277600166691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6492790&amp;postID=111220277600166691' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492790/posts/default/111220277600166691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492790/posts/default/111220277600166691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbantwilight.blogspot.com/2005/03/my-girlfriends-coolest-and-glammest.html' title=''/><author><name>urban[twilight]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00569346336439605360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492790.post-111215326691759796</id><published>2005-03-30T11:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-30T11:27:46.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HURRAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;medisoc's over, year 1 is over! i've survived 1 year! *GASP*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yea, anyway, i'm kinda stupid. and i think all charbee's &amp;co and vouch for it. why? because i put in my schedule to work after medisoc. when everyone will be out having fun and enjoying each other's company i had to wipe tables, serve drinks, and smell cigarette smoke. :/ but yesterday's work wasn't too bad. although i had to survive 11 working hours from last night's 3 hours of sleep. gary suddenly turned very nice. and tashi got ass f*cked by gary this time round. but andy was being rather anal. he glared at me once, he scolded me for not knowing something he should've taught me. wtf. ah anyhow, it's all going pretty well now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i joined charbee&amp;co for a brief lunch at billy's. long time since i've been there. even longer time since we've went out together. i miss them all so much. to be honest, i was really sad i had to leave early. yes blame my stupidity. :( charbee&amp;co! we must go out soooooon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6492790-111215326691759796?l=urbantwilight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbantwilight.blogspot.com/feeds/111215326691759796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6492790&amp;postID=111215326691759796' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492790/posts/default/111215326691759796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492790/posts/default/111215326691759796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbantwilight.blogspot.com/2005/03/hurray-medisocs-over-year-1-is-over.html' title=''/><author><name>urban[twilight]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00569346336439605360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492790.post-111200243062644296</id><published>2005-03-28T17:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-28T17:33:50.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>some time ago, priya did a tarot spread for me. it told my fortune for this year. card by card, priya explained to me what each of the cards stood for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was going to have a bad year. pretty cool, especially when i remember she did this spread for me on the start of the new year. what a blast 2005 would be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some of you would say "nah xb, its only tarot!". not quite. tarot is probably the only form of fortune telling which i've tried out and i believe what it says. after all, it's been so accurate since the first time i had my first tarot spread done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well so far, i can only tell you after 17 good years, my luck is finally running out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;definitely a moral booster in times like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6492790-111200243062644296?l=urbantwilight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbantwilight.blogspot.com/feeds/111200243062644296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6492790&amp;postID=111200243062644296' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492790/posts/default/111200243062644296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492790/posts/default/111200243062644296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbantwilight.blogspot.com/2005/03/some-time-ago-priya-did-tarot-spread.html' title=''/><author><name>urban[twilight]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00569346336439605360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
